Adventurers hire themselves out as doms for a dragon

>>30874717
>My dick twitched. What the fuck did you do?

Outlined a basic plan where a low to mid-level adventuring party, instead of going out a being murderhobos, decides to be the best damn doms they can.
I skimmed over how they would spend time and resources learning about dragon anatomy, designing and creating specialized bondage gear, and locating some poor dragon in need of their services.
I then explained how they would tie the great beast down, using enough weight to let it know it was restrained but not enough that it cannot release itself if it wishes to.
They would seek out to beasts erogenous zones, hitting out every pleasurable spot with a fine attention to detail one of the beasts own kind can never hope to match. Those at the head might straddle the tongue, rubbing and caressing the great muscle, completely safe in the beast's maw as it is powerless to do anything despite the tantalizing prey within it’s jaws. Those at the crotch would be tickling, licking, and nibbling one of the few sensitive spots on the beast’s hide, learning from it’s moans and whimpers what it likes the best. Should it be female those at the crotch might talk about how it now belongs to it’s victors and they shall use it’s cunt they see fit
Sometimes they might shove themselves fully in, their entire forms stretching her cunt to the limit, their squirms rubbing against areas that would never be reached otherwise. Should it be male they might milk it, until it's empty, until it's balls ache,  until it's begging for them to stop, all while talking about how such a weak dragon would only be good for collecting spell components, or maybe they’d refuse to give it release, halting their ministrations just as he would get release, perhaps they should place a chastity spell on it, keeping him in agony even after they leave. A brave member of the party might sodomize the beast, showing it that no part of its anatomy is safe from violation as he probes the beast depths.
All the while they would be talking about how they were above it, defeated it, controlled it, and how natural it was that it should be subservient to them, how any pleasure it gained would be at their will and only because they willed it.
They would repeat this scenario several times, always refining their actions, granting their dragon greater pleasures and letting the lesson they teach sink deeper in, until it knows it;s place, it knows it’s masters, it begs them to stay.
They agree, all it has to do is to give them everything, it’s horde, it’s lair, it's body, it's mind, it's magic, it's very soul if they ask it to.

And it will and they will have a horde and a lair and a once great beast that will either be chained up in the back of the cave, it's moans of pleasure echoing is one of its keepers work upon it, or on the form of a human, it’s time spent kneeling between the legs of one of it’s masters, on it’s back pinned beneath one as they work off some stress, or passed around and violently fucked, it's masters and their friends celebrating the completion of a quest. This once great beast reduced to a pathetic mewling thing, it's mind always clouded with pleasure and it's few moments of lucidity are filled with happiness that it's masters could find some use for something as pathetic and worthless as itself.