Posted on 2015-07-07 22:24:54
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Is it really a maledom? I think I see a cunt.

Posted on 2015-07-07 22:41:04
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According to the source it is.

Posted on 2015-07-08 04:33:40
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Considering the only "he"/"him"/"his" in the source refers to the sub, the source listing "Gender: Multiple Characters" as opposed to "Gender: Male", and what most definitely looks like a cunt, I think femdom is a more appropriate tag here.

Posted on 2015-07-08 04:47:29
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That's a really old pic that got commissioned and uploaded by Zsisron years ago. The pic is definitely femdom/malesub, one of the very few hypnosis pics on FA that actually involve female dragons... so I remember this one. The pic was simply re-uploaded by the other commissioner after all this time (for whatever reason). Fixin' tags.

Posted on 2020-10-04 10:37:56
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The commissioner Zsisron wrote a medium story for this:
Shiradel had been weary of the dragoness ever since she had come to his lair, presenting herself graciously to the ancient metallic wyrm and saying she had come seeking his wisdom gathered over millenniums. But he had found her desire to seek the wisdom and knowledge of her elders noble, albeit a bit peculiar given the chaotic nature of her brood. The conversation was civil at first, though soon she boldly proclaimed that she would have his knowledge and treasure... as well as his obedience and body.

He had attempted to deter her with his frigid breath, though soon his eyes became locked with her deep orbs, finding himself unable to look away as she quickly tackled him and knocked him to his back. A wicked grin had appeared on her snout as she spoke to him, telling him that any resistance was futile... for his body already danced to her wishes and command as one of her sharp-taloned feet stroked across the ancient wyrm's shaft... which hadn't been stimulated for a century or more.

Alas, for the poor wyrm, secluding himself from his flight for centuries, not taking a mate or love of either gender made him susceptible to the corruption of the flesh. Indeed, as the dragoness pleasured him he couldn't help but rumble with new found lust, her devious hisses seeming soothing and right to him as his blood coursed into his reproductive organs. Each stroke of her sharp talons across his shaft was like a sharp tinge of pleasure that racked his body... making it harder and harder for him to attempt thinking or attacking her. Soon, the dragoness would have herself a thrall... one whose mind couldn't think of anything else but serving his mistress.