The effects of the visor were subtle. Adhara had been told the visor would impart some mild hypnotic effect, and indeed there did seem to be something so relaxing about watching those circles pulse before her eyes, but the patterns went far deeper than that. Warm arousal blossomed beneath her tail, and it began to lift almost of its own accord. She gasped softly, but she didn't protest or raise her paws to reach for the visor--she had been hopelessly entranced from the moment it had turned on, no matter the assurances of a mild effect, and it was only the hypnosis itself that made what it did to her feel so gentle and natural.

"A-ahhh..." The heat between her hinds intensified, her desire building higher and higher. Oh gods she was horny, and it felt good, that raging fire in her loins, the lust and the need for-- for-- The concentric circles pulsed before her eyes, it was already impossible to tell what thoughts could have been hers and what was suggested to her by the visor. She needed to feel horny, needed to feel worked up and achingly hot, she needed to feel just like she felt now, to feel that was all the time! Forever and ever. Never ending, never abating, never ever satisfied. Her cleft quivered, her hinds scooted a little farther apart, and then her whole body trembled as she felt a weight settling across her hips, straps laying around her belly and her rump; she managed to turn her head and look back, and through those rows of concentric circles she saw someone fitting a chastity belt over her sex.

She felt her pussy tremble again beneath that metal plate as the key turned. The belt would make sure nobody ever pleasured her, nobody ever touched her or satisfied her. There must be no relief from the desperate burning arousal she felt... The sound of the lock clicking shut sent an electric thrill through her. Yes, that was good, that was perfect. She loved to feel this hot, didn't she? Her whole body shuddered again, her hips rolling, and she moaned. Yes. She loved it. She was aching, burning with lust; nothing could be allowed to interrupt it. She wanted it to never end. She looked down between her paws past the collar and the leash, and rather than wondering where those had come from she only saw the key. That key could free her from chastity, that key could allow someone to touch her, to stimulate her, to make her cum...

She didn't want any of those things. She wanted to feel pent up. Horny, desperate, needy for relief that could never come, that she did not want to come. She only wanted to serve other dragons, for the submissive thrill of being used and controlled and obedient. Oh yes. Serve them well. Another shudder ran through her, and her maw flooded with saliva as she thought of just how she so intensely craved to serve. She knew she was good with her tongue, and she could treat a dragon well. They'd never want her out of chastity or care about her belt so long as she could pleasure them with her maw, and fantasies flooded her mind at once: just as overwhelmingly aroused as she felt at this moment, but with another dragon putting cuffs around her limbs, shoving her snout between his legs, oh the taste and the smell and the sounds of his grunts of pleasure as she bobbed her head and suckled and gave him all the pleasure she denied herself! Her hips rocked and she moaned more loudly, so excited she was by the fantasy, and then she snatched up the key in her paws and looked at it through the endless depths of uncountable contentric hearts. She loved the fantasies, loved the arousal and the trapped insatiable need between her legs. She craved it. It could never end.

She bent the key until it snapped in two.

Good girl. The words echoed in her mind with such overpowering force that if so much of her hypnotized fantasy hadn't centered on never, ever getting an orgasm, they would have made her cum then and there. Her lust spiked, her hot wet tunnel clenched, empty now and forever, nothing to fill it or pleasure it or satisfy it. That was good. That was perfect. It was just what she wanted--just what the endless spirals spinning before her eyes told her to want--and when she lifted her gaze from the ruined key a dildo appeared before her. For a moment it was on a robotic arm, but then her fantasies--her hypnosis--invented a whole dragon around it, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She took it in her jaws, pressed her tongue against it and began to suck, and trembled all over as her lust deepened, spinning hotter and hotter, to levels of burning, aching lust she could never have possibly imagined, that she could never possibly sate. That was good. She was good. She didn't need the cuffs or the spreader bar to behave, but she welcomed their restraint anyway--that felt perfect, too, it brought her even more under control. Just as she craved to be. Under control, subservient, sucking on her dragon's cock, her desire pent up and raging and only urging her to please him more. All she needed to do was be good, keep suckling, and it would feel better than any orgasm ever could. She didn't need to cum anymore. She just needed to be a good girl...