Date With A Dragoness: Part Sixteen - Resistance

Rose was sucking at her lip, trembling slightly as Ari started walking away from a half passed out Cherry. Having seen what the dragoness did to Cherry with just some rope and the right ministrations had stirred the both of us watching, already wet folds begging for attention another time tonight.

Rather than sit in this chair and have Rose do things that would’ve had me blissfully pass out, the pair of us got up, Ari humming appreciatively. It suddenly occurred to me that she might’ve just decided to lift us out of it if we had stayed still. Regardless, we were standing while Ari almost casually put her hand to Rose’s lower back, staring into her eyes while I looked on. After a moment, Rose lowered her head slightly, and then jumped, as Ari simultaneously smacked her backside and hummed again. Rose’s enticed stare was only interrupted when she was lightly pushed on toward the first fixture of the room, the pole.

I walked with Ari while Rose made her way over, taking her hand when she offered it. Absurdly, the room was big enough to justify that kind of behaviour, especially at the slow pace we were all walking.

Ari spoke up, “****, the princess will need more rope.” She said, her commanding tone leaving no room for anything but the answer.

Rose started replying, “At the side cabinets. You’ll find them ordered by type from roughest to softest. I would prefer-” She was cut off by Ari, much to her chagrin.

“That is enough, ****.” Ari said. The dragoness winked at me, nodding her head toward the cabinets as she guided our joined hands in that direction.

With a whisper, she added, “pick whichever is to your taste my dear,” sending me off to grab Rose’s exact texture of ****.

While I made my way to the cabinets, I could hear Ari and Rose approach the pole, Ari starting to amp the girl up in a way aside from her excitement, a mocking insult or two finding their way to my ears. It was only harmless play as far as I could hear, the pair jibbing or challenging each other, though no action was taken.

Reaching the rather short cabinets was simple. They were spread evenly and packed with what we needed in baskets, various colours and textures of rope in a couple of shelves in each. Atop them were also a collection of other things; gags, clamps, chains, whips and paddles, all various toys meant for play and bondage, one in particular distinctly in the shape of a dick, and further along were different iterations of it. They almost distracted me before I remembered what I was doing, finally reaching a cabinet with softer, bright red rope.

Taking one last glance at the toys, I considered adding one to the basket of rope I held… And a red collar caught my eye, the simple leather strap holding a few rings and a Rose pattern. It was perfect for her. Bringing the basket back, Ari was still amping up Rose.

“All this talk, and I still don’t see you doing so much as reaching for my ass, standing there and looking good must just be all that you’re useful for, hmm?” the dragoness said, a final retort caught in Rose’s throat as I arrived. Ari turned her back, her bare ass close enough for Rose to do something with, if she had felt like it. Ari of course, revelled in teasing her ‘****’ as she had put it earlier, pretending to sort through the rope for a moment.

Rose didn’t stay so ‘useless’. Unable to help herself, she gave Ari’s lingering backside a smack, the impact a loud clap in the relatively quiet room, even a small echo carrying back to Ari’s smile as she faced me. Rope in hand, the dragoness slowly stood back up to her towering height, turning on Rose and grabbing the offending hand forcefully.

Rose realised the ‘mistake’, backing up slightly so that she was against the pole, but Ari followed her closely, their bodies almost touching. Ari lifted the hand up, while Rose’s other hand was on the dragoness’s stomach, lightly attempting to keep her away in a futile effort. Ari just leaned in further, their tits squishing together while Rose attempted to offer any sort of excuse.

“You deserved i-it!” She said, a stammer working its way into her voice somehow. Accompanied by lifting her chin, the brat’s confident front was barely held together.

Ari barely acknowledged the excuse Rose made, her free hand taking Rose’s hand from her front to join it. The moment it was clear, Ari stepped in a half step, her thigh pressing in on Rose’s pussy. Rose’s eyes widened while Ari was suddenly a lot closer, and barely noticed how Ari had raised both her arms above her head, too focused on a mixture of hoping for a kiss, and the thigh rubbing against her slit.

Ari denied the kiss of course, opting to focus on tying both of Rose’s hands into a hole in the pole instead. It was just high enough that she couldn’t move much, her elbows on the same height as her eyes. For a moment, she had dropped her confident front and the dragoness didn’t let the opportunity for a jab slip.

“Oh, enjoying this are we ****?” She said, just as she was finishing up the knot on Rose’s wrists. Rose went to move her arms, realising she no longer could lower them.

“No! If anyone, it’s you with that grin of yours that’s enj-” she gasped, as a hand tweaking one of her nipples making her temporarily stop. Ari didn’t let her continue while she stepped away, the hand dropping from Rose’s nipple.

“Now, I do believe that’s the second time you’ve spoken up so boldly in front of our princess. Was the order for silence not clear earlier?” Ari rhetorically reminded the submissive. Rose shut her mouth, though a pout did remain on her features. I approached, stepping up onto the dais to put an arm around Ari’s closest leg as she continued, turning to look to me, “My princess, what would you say the punishment is for such an unruly use of this mouth?”

I smiled back, as still held in my other hand was the basket full of rope, the collar sitting above it all. “Perhaps she needs to be shown her place as just an object of our desire? Nothing more than a statue should that be what we want.” I offered, interested in where she’d take this with me involved.

Ari hummed, before turning back to Rose. “You heard the princess, she wants a statue made out of you, stay still for us.” She said, though Rose did not agree, challenging Ari again by doing her best to get out of her bonds. Ari raised an eyebrow.

She let Rose twist and turn, watching her spin around to look up at the bonds and attempt to slip out of them. It was feasible that Rose would make some progress, the simple knot able to be undone with the right tugs and pulls. Her master didn’t let her try for long however. A slap had Rose jump against the pole and turn back around, hiding the no doubt reddening cheek from us.

It only took one look down however to see what she should have been hiding, her situation forgotten in a lack of focus, if the staring was anything to go by. Ari advanced on Rose, holding yet more rope to bind her, the collar still atop the basket. She managed to get as close as before, Rose’s now heady breaths warming Ari’s neck, while her hand slowly crept closer to the girl's stomach, then dropping lower to tease at the helpless girl’s crotch. Ari’s tracing fingers would’ve felt like fire, a deep itch waiting and ready to be scratched.

Rose didn’t make so much as a moan, despite her hips rolling forward and her toes threatening to curl. She attempted to stay stuck to Ari like that, but Rose was never the one in control, Ari’s teasing proving very successful as she slowly pulled away. Her **** had ended up arched and standing on the balls of her feet, not far from the pole, but clearly unable to resist chasing her pleasure.

In a slow, deep tone, Ari remarked on Rose’s current pose, “Look at you, statues do not squirm like that, do they, ****?” The question went naturally unanswered. Rose didn’t dare move. After a moment, Ari hummed again.

“Much better.” She said, letting the rope in her hand drop mostly to the floor. It was almost like a trigger for Rose to relax, her posture softening and her heels touching the floor again. Ari of course, had been expecting exactly that.

In half a second, Rose’s master was back to being nose to nose with her, a drawn out exhale seeming to put an immense blush on Rose’s cheeks. The hand holding the rope reached down, a nail trailing on the outside of Rose’s body, putting a wave of goosebumps through her as it traced a few subtle lines into her thigh. The other was sitting at her ribcage, forcing her back against the pole.

Rose shivered. She wasn’t sure whether to be defiant or compliant, but her body knew which option it would rather. And Ari didn’t skip a step in using it. At this distance, all it took was half of a suggestion and Rose’s leg was starting to raise in her hand. Still, it wasn’t fast enough for Ari. Suddenly, the dragoness slightly distanced herself, hauling the leg up with a length of rope under her ****’s knee, making Rose go to a height at the edge of her flexibility, and then just a small bit higher, putting her back on her tippy toes.