Chapter 3

*Mistress at the Dragon Con*

She lounged gracefully beside the padded milking bench in the discipline chamber. The soft ambient lights caressed every curve of her naked body. Her long black hair spilled like silk over her shoulders and down to her perky ass. Her green eyes were filled with a combination of fondness and firm resolve. Harold lay strapped facedown and securely to the padded bench, his wrists, ankles, and torso held firmly in place. His muscular ass tilted up invitingly. The clear collection tube was sealed snugly around his rigid cock. Buried deep inside him, the smooth prostate probe vibrated with rhythmic precision, pulsing and massaging that sensitive gland in relentless waves designed to pull every drop of pleasure and seed from her human.

He roared in pure ecstasy, his hips pressing desperately into the padded surface as the probe worked him perfectly. Thick jets of cum surged into the tube with each orgasm, filling the container. His body trembled, sweat glistening on his tanned skin.

She rubbed slow, affectionate circles over his muscular back. Her furry tail flicked with contentment as she watched him. Heat pooled between her thighs; she was getting wet just from the sight of him like this, so vulnerable and beautiful. Goddesses, I adore him, she thought, her feline ears twitching at his desperate moans. My sweet, naughty pet.

“Good boy,” she purred, leaning down so her large breasts pressed warmly against his shoulder. “Let it all go. Every last drop.”

“Mistress...” the redheaded pet gasped between ecstatic cries. “I’m sorry ... what I did ... I promise I won’t ... ahh!” Another deep thrust of pleasure from the probe made him roar, his cock pulsing hard as fresh ropes of cum flooded the tube.

She smiled lovingly, her voice soft but stern. “I know you’re sorry, Harold. But I can’t let you get away with it.” Her fingers trailed down his spine as her own arousal built. Thinking about his transgression made her frown slightly. “Last time we had sex, you enjoyed my ass. But this time, you argued with Luke about who would get it first. You tried to claim my ass for yourself again, breaking the rules we all agreed on. You were being greedy, my love.”

He whimpered, nodding frantically even as another powerful orgasm ripped through him. The probe stimulated his prostate relentlessly, forcing him to ejaculate in long, shuddering waves. “Yes, Mistress ... I was selfish ... fuck!”

She pressed a kiss to his temple, her breath warm against his ear while her body flushed with heat. Watching him like this, giving everything, only made her wetter. She loved his spirit and how sweetly submissive he became once she disciplined him. All her pets craved her rules, even when they were naughty. “And that’s exactly why I’m milking you so thoroughly today. You need this reminder. I love you too much to let bad behavior slide. Good pets share. Good pets follow their Mistress’s orders.”

“Yes, Mistress...” he cried out, pressing hard into the bench as yet another orgasm overwhelmed him. The clear container showed the consequence of his behavior, his balls contracting rhythmically under the probe’s expert stimulation. He was lost in ecstasy, moaning and gasping, completely surrendered to the pleasure-punishment.

She continued stroking his back soothingly, her own arousal building as she savored the sight and sounds of him. He’s so handsome, she thought, pressing her sharp canines against her lower lip. All mine.