Loli, femdom, hypnosis, facesitting

[13:07]Dokko Chae-Rin: The sound of furred feet against wooden floors resounded through the halls, echoing closer and closer to the Erune's plush prison. For such massive beasts, "Lady Dokko's" tigers were remarkably quiet, even when loaded down with their master and her armaments. Indeed, Dex only heard the footsteps for a handful of seconds before a massive furred head nudged the door open from outside. (Unlocked, not that he could reach it from where he was chained.)

The little fighter let her pet carry her inside, a smug smile on her face. She looked... different this time. True, she still had her weapon, that massive rotary cannon strapped to the back of the tiger behind her.

On the other hand, she'd exchanged her battlefield boots for thick, black heels... and nothing else, save the pieces in her hair. The girl's bare skin sunk into the beast's plush fur, obviously quite comfortable there. Indeed, the smile suggested not a hint of embarrassment exposing herself like this, showing almost every inch of her lithe, luscious curves. From modest breast with perky nipples to wide, stout hips and thighs, the youthful gunwoman was a sight to behold.

"Hello, pet," she purred, patting the beast's head between her legs. The tiger's snout lowered to the ground, and the Lady hopped off, heels clicking against the soft wood of her luxurious 'pet room'. A lazy smirk adorned her youthful face, a confident spring in her step as she walked forward, almost slid through the air with all the grace and ease of the silent tiger she seemed so fond of. "Are you doing well?"

[13:13]*Erune Gunman hadn't exactly been made comfy within his confines, though as prisons went, this one was much nicer than he was used to. It was only when the underaged, yet undeniably talented mistress of the bandits had entered in naught more than heels and a smile that Dex realized why he was chained in such plush accommodations. His shirt was long gone, trousers half undone, and, most importantly, his arms chained above his head. From his angle he could sit up, turn onto his belly, but that was it, the bed she'd kept him attached to serving as a silk sheeted prison.

Canine ears laid flat on his head as piecing blue eyes found themselves unwillingly drawn down the Lady Dokko's luscious figure, drinking her in until his body betrayed him. Was it the persistent click of her heels on the wooden floor? Perhaps the sight of her naked, nubile figure? Regardless, she'd had an effect on him that now bulged the white underwear until it peeked past his undone trousers. "Talking to me or the cat?" He asked, his voice still sporting that defiant tone that spared the lithe Erune her initial wrath for breaking into her base.

[13:31]Dokko Chae-Rin: Her golden gaze swept over him, focused. Her smirk widened ever so slightly as his body reacted. Clearly something she was looking for, because the "Lady" stared at it a little longer, her eyes seeming to narrow as if she was blocking out everything but the bulge in his trousers, as if she was dissecting and considering every inch of his manhood even through the fabric, like a distant target to be judged and eliminated.

...but as soon as her stare hardened, it faded, leaving him to wonder if that gaze was simply his imagination. The Lady stepped forward again, smiling at her bound captive as her heels clicked closer and closer. A soft, seductive sway in each step, languidly flowing towards him with beads of arousal beginning to pool between her firm thighs.

Click. Her hands, impossibly soft despite their power, slid over smooth, succulent skin, brushed against her slit. Click. The scent of her body-or was it the tiger behind her? Or both?- wafted over him, power and beauty smothering him in a dense fog. Click. She grinned at him, eyes full of hunger as she sized up her prisoner, her prey, even while walking steadily forwards, each click resounding deeper into his head, pushing him down further like she was walking on his will instead of the floor.

"Talking to you, pet. Or meat, perhaps. We'll see."

[13:38]*Erune Gunman felt her presence more than saw it. Every click was an inch more of his body's betrayal, another little give to the already latent urges that plagued him. He cursed himself for being weak, but as he watched, his jaw fell open, his eyes wandered. She looked... So good. So hungry. It resonated with Dex, stimulating a basic, primal NEED in him.

To Lady Dokko, he was glassy eyed, yet somehow focused upon her, his ears swiveled and his head followed her. Between his long, lithe legs was quite the sizable shaft, bulging his boxers obscenely, the curve to his lust caused by the confinement that kept him in there. Men always were easy to entice, and with the cocktail of seductive swaying and denials of anything except faint, persistent pleasure, she'd broken down his mental barriers. "Not... Meat..." Muttered the trussed up, chained down Erune, not in defiance, but more to assert what he'd really rather be, a dark, damp spot forming from precum bubbling up into his boxers.

[13:45]Dokko Chae-Rin: She had him, but she didn't stop. Click. Even as she stepped up to him, bringing herself almost close enough to touch were he not bound, she still clicked her heels. Click. Even as she reached into his precum soaked boxers, pulling aside the fabric while being careful not to disturb the potent shaft within any more than absolutely necessary. Click. Even as she simply admired his body, her tongue flicking out from her lips, her hands sliding across his thigh, over his chest and lightly brushing at the side of his neck. Click, went the steady, lazy beat, steady enough to time a watch to- the only thing he could time a watch to, given the lack of windows.

"If you're not meat, you'll have to prove that you're a good pet." Click." You'll have to do everything I ask, no matter how hard it is." Click. "Accept every punishment, every reward." Click. "Think of nothing but your mistress's pleasure." Click. "Can you do that, pet?~"

[13:54]*Erune Gunman did have quite the body to admire. Not lacking in tone, though still managing to be sleek and slender. Pretty, just the right mix of effeminate and masculine to really please both sides of the spectrum. He was easy on the eyes, and judging by how he bucked and rattled his chains, he was quite energetic, too! His prick stood tall, throbbing with anger at the neglect, Dex staring at his Mistress, the clicks of the heels keeping her embedded firmly in his brain as the only thing that mattered. Click. Click. Every impact of heel to floor brought forth a fresh dollop of drool from his pulsing prick, Dex nodding slowly in agreement to Mistress Dokko's commands. "I can.... I can accept punishments, earn rewards... Mistress is the only woman who matters. The only one who ever did." His words slurred, lust and hypnotic haze dulling his wits as handsome, hunky Dex said anything she wanted him to say, obeyed any order she thought to give.

[14:03]*Dokko Chae-Rin grinned wider at Dex's slurred, mumbled assent. Still clicking her heels as she drinks in the sight of his toned body just a little bit longer. "Good boy," she purred, sliding hands across his toned, slender legs again as she stood over him, pondered what to do. Just momentarily. Then Lady- Mistress- Dokko decided what she wanted. Without a word, the lithe, languid girl lifted herself up and over the writhing Erune, giving him a brief, yet potent glimpse of her perfect body, burned into his mind by the cloud of scent that fell onto him at that instant. Gleaming slit between smooth legs. A firm, rounded rump. Powerful thighs, easily pushing her up and over him, and then..

And then she dropped down, lazily resting that rear right on his head, bringing the tempting slit and its own sweet scent close enough to touch, to lick. Her heels fell near his shaft, but not [b]quite[/b] next to it. Close enough that the girl could easily pleasure him with them, but instead she let them rest on his outer thighs, and leaned back, stretching out as if his face were the most comfortable seat in the world.

"Who's a good boy?" she murmured, almost as an afterthought. Not that he could see it, but her smile was the epitome of bliss. "Who's going to make me feel good?"

[14:11]*Erune Gunman watched, he followed until he could follow no more... And then she gave him her body. Well, blessed him, really, the luscious Loli lady tormenting him with denial of his pleasure but allowing him to answer like a good pet should. The heady scent of her slit, the pleasure of pert, perky rump resting upon his handsome face, and the dripping wetness flowing from plump petals to his lips were all gifts he intended to accept eagerly. Without protest, no, indeed, with a muffled moan and a wash of hot breath over her honeypot, Lady Dokko felt his tongue slither into her. Several cursory, light laps from base to clit worked her up, and one wet plunge of writhing pink Erune muscle between her tender thighs and he was working away. His body was on fire, his cock ached, balls churning with unspent semen from so many days locked up, but he had only the brief, blissful press of her heels keeping him on edge. Lap, lap, slurp, he pushed in, shamelessly trying to drown himself in the ageless beauty's puffy pink lips and velvet furnace of a pussy, licking, lapping, drinking deeply between nuzzling moans against the joybuzzer of her clitoris. A good boy indeed, it seemed.

[14:18]*Dokko Chae-Rin sighed softly as her pet got to work. And then let out a proper moan as he [i]really [/i]got to work, as he dived into her pussy proper. It was every bit as warm and wet as he could imagine, rewarding his efforts with a dribble of sweet juice and a squirming Lady who set her lower lips more squarely against his own so he could keep up the good work, gasping in delight as he nuzzled against her clitoris. Still, she took it easy, stretched herself out as far as she could atop him, teasing his cock with careful brushes of her heels to keep it throbbing, keep his pleasure up despite the limited stimulation. The joy of tending to his mistress was plenty of pleasure, after all.

[14:25]*Erune Gunman wasn't quite so mercifully clean as his mistress, and she heard the soft splatter of precum onto her heels, her pet's perverse prick twitching, aching, his moans only serving to drive her further into pleasure as every plunge of Dex's tongue dragged along a different wall. He was eager, but dutiful, seeking where best to hit, never stopping save just long enough to linger when he felt the steady dribble of the luscious Loli's liquid lust running hot and sweet down his throat, his eyes half open, lovingly, hungrily staring up at her. He was hers, he needed her, badly, his chains rattling as each even gentle brush of her slender, heeled feet to his shaft made him buck and cry out.

[14:38]Dokko Chae-Rin: "What a naughty boy," she cooed, her smile smug and predatory. "You don't get to cum until you make your mistress cum, understand?" And to his credit, she was close, his dutiful attentions making her moan louder and longer. Sweet juices slid onto his tongue, and her heels closed tighter around his cock, not quite enough to let him climax, but enough to push him closer and closer... that is, until she finally came, a squealing, joyous ecstasy as she squeezed his prick hard between those heels, as she clamped her thighs down onto him. His face, buried in her slit, was treated with an inhuman tidal wave of the ageless Lady's slick, succulent fluids, enough to leave him struggling for breath, while she just let herself cum and cum and cum, slowly but surely milking out every drop of her own pleasure even as she milked [b]him[/b] for everything he had to offer.

[14:46]*Erune Gunman nearly drowned on his own lust as his Mistress, his owner hit her climax, a joyous squeal of sinfully slick sticky fluids splashing over his nose and mouth. He didn't falter, though, drinking deeply and with much effort, lapping her up, using his tongue like a trough to guide the freely flowing femcum from her twitching tunnel down his throat. Hands clenched the chain that held them together, and Dex worked Mistress Dokko until she had finished.

Simultaneously though, she'd given him permission with the clenching, teasing turning to squeezing that turned the Erune from pent up to spewing like a volcano of lust in mere moments! Between her heels he throbbed and spat, thick gouts of gooey Erune ejaculated splattering over elegant heels, lovely legs, and even down her slender back! He was quite pent up, and even after the initial forceful spurts left her with semen running down her spine and over the crack of her rear, he was still humping away, mewling like a pup in her mound, thick wads of his semen clinging to his shaft in a steaming coating of his own arousal, milked fresh by his new owner.

[14:51]*Dokko Chae-Rin giggled, closing her eyes as the coating of warm, copious cum splattered across her body, leaving thick, sticky ribbons of white seed across the both of them. Binding them together, in a sense. The luscious, ageless girl sighed out her bliss as her orgasm came to a close, pulling herself slightly away from his needy, humping tongue, her heels spreading away from his cock as she leaned back to relax a little bit more. Maybe take a nap, now that she had properly inducted her new pet?