:Story:

The chameleon couldn’t help but feel nervous as he walked into the dungeon. The German Shepherd he had met had greatly

complimented this particular dominatrix, praising her as the best in the country. At the time, he had felt like he was

exaggerating. Maybe he got a part of the profit. He could have been her boss, or manager, or whatever it is doms have.

But he had changed his mind as soon as he arrived. The room is very well equipped and the woman by his side seems calm

and confident, like she had years of experience. She is obviously a professional.
But, right now, none of that seems to matter. All those thoughts evaporate as soon she starts talking, a soft but

authoritative voice escaping her beak.

"So this is the dungeon we will be using for the night"- the Femdom Flamingo sways her feathery fingers across the room

to highlight all the potentially kinky situations to come.

"I’ve only ever fantasized about doing something like this."- her submissive chameleon customer said in a slightly

shaky voice, divided between feeling excited and nervous.

The flamingo smirked a little-"You look anxious to get started. Now don’t you worry, I’ll go easy on you, my little

pet. It is your first time..." –her voice softens, trying to soothe her costumer.

Slightly relieved to hear this, the chameleon still decides that it would be a good idea to set up some boundaries

before beginning their sadomasochistic session, since some of the instruments look particularly… risqué.

"Should we think of a safe word or phrase to use for when it time to take a break?"

As he looks at her he’s surprised to find her already kitted out in her favorite leather outfit.

"You mean in case I go too hard on you? Oh, my poor darling ... Hmmm, we’ll need something you’ll remember well…”- she

seems pensive for a moment, then looks down -“ How about me? You’ll be looking at me a lot Im sure. How about something

along the lines of “Tickled Pink”? And don’t you worry your little head, I’ll ease off a bit... but not too much!"-

she adds with a flirty wink, clearly having done this before and securing her dominant position over her first timer.

"Yes, mistress."- he submissively responds before getting undressed.

The two walk over to the rope pulleys in the middle of the room. The flamingo nods happily at them.

"Yes, this should be a good place to start! I could do with a sit down after that long tiresome walk here"

"Anything to please you, mistress."- the chameleon says, getting more into his role as her sub. But then he notices

there is nothing she could sit on in the room, barring a set of stocks –“Uh, mistress? There isn’t anything you can sit

on…”

"That’s where you come in, my scaly friend!"- she taps his forehead, making him amusingly go boss eyed -"So then, let’s

get these on you here and here…"- she clips a rope end from each pulley on to the cuffs already on her slave’s wrists

and ankles.

"Oh my!"- he responds -"So, uh, are we going to start with some naughty name calling, some spankings perhaps a little

strangulation or maybe--"- the chameleon is abruptly interrupted as the flamingo places her feathered finger over his

mouth.

"Shhhhhh... You leave the complicated stuff to me... All you have to do right now is be quiet and let me get on with

what I’m good at."

The chameleon nods in agreement and watches as his mistress hoists his arms into the air from one pulley and then his

legs from the other so that he is suspended about 5 feet from the ground, facing the ceiling in a swing like formation.

"Since you’re used to climbing, this should be quite a comfortable position for you...”- she paused-“… A little too

comfy for my liking. I’m supposed to be the one relaxing right now and you pick a time like this to just hang around!"

she says, with the obvious intention of making the restrained chameleon feel a little uneasy.

"I think I shall just sit riiiiiight here."- she places herself on top of the chameleon, so that he is pulled down

against his restraints- "Now then... What was it I saw on one of your tweets online before we met up?... Oh, I

remember! Something like you talking to your friends about having….”- she smirked evily and whispered–“pteronophobia."

The chameleons expression immediately changes to one of dread.

"You read that post!"- he nearly cries.

The flamingo hops off the chameleon and wanders over to a range of tools hung on the far wall, as she starts picking at

them and choosing her favorites.

Again the chameleon speaks up in the hope that she didn’t just forget what she herself had just said. "’Cause, you

know, you did say you were going to go easy on me for my first time... right?!"

She keeps her back turned, silent. There’s a clear disregard for anything he is saying. He takes a moment to twist his

wrists and ankles to see if there may be any freedom in his cuffs, but each hold him securely from the ceiling, leaving

him swinging a little from his struggle.

The flamingo turns back and puts some of her tools onto the floor beneath him.

"And where did you think you were going? I heard you struggling just now. What’s the matter, having second thoughts?"-

she teases him.

"Umm I was just Mmmmmm!!!"- the cruel mistress stops her slave mid-sentence with the ball gag she had taken from the

wall.

"I thought I said that all you had to do right now is be quiet!"

She takes her place back on top of the chameleon, again forcing his limbs out stretched and leaving him extremely

vulnerable.
As she begins to tie some string around his toes he whines under his gag.

"It’s ok, you can use the safe word whenever you’re feeling uncomfortable."- she says mockingly, knowing her victim is

now unable to say a thing.

"Right, let’s start here!" She mercilessly strokes his underarm and watches, to her astonishment, as he turns pink

wherever her fingers go.

"This is handy! Now I can keep an eye on what areas I haven’t explored".

The bound chameleon wriggles underneath her but is held tightly in place for the next attack.

Her feather-tips softly scurry up his outstretched legs, stopping for a minute to wiggle them around in his knees,

making him buck and spasm.
Keeping her climb, she takes her feathered finger tips to the bottoms of his feet and begins to stroke along them.

"! HAAhhhh! .. Ickled wink. Ickled wink…"- her victim manages to mumble out from under his ballgag.

"What’s that? I can’t quite hear you."- she chuckles to herself as she takes great pleasure in tickle tormenting her

slave all over his helpless body.
Thinking of trying between his toes, she reaches out, moving herself slightly to the left, along the suffering

reptile’s body. Suddenly, he jolts!

“What is this!”- she smiles cruelly.

Noticing what her hips had touched in that very instant, she reaches her hand down and, her other still absent-mindedly

flapping over his armpit, starts rubbing her fingertips back and forth over his waist, her long feathers reaching quite

a bit below.

His reaction delights her. He starts struggling so much he almost stops breathing. Large tears form in his eyes and his

head shakes furiously from side to side.

“Icklewink! Wohohohoho! WO! Icklewink!”- he desperately tries to yell, bashing his head on thin air, to no success.

“Well, as fun as that is, I’m a patient woman.”- she notes, stopping suddenly –“We should save some of the fun for

later. Don’t want to break you already, do we?”- she giggles, returning those accursed hands to his soles.

“Shtob! Shtob! Pweashe! Hehehehehahahahaha!”- the chameleon returns to laughing, shaking less this time, but suffering

no less, especially as he realizes what exactly he’s in for.

"Aww ,did you forget that I’m the sadist? I thought I made that bit perfectly clear before we met"- not allowing much

space to respond in any way she continues to thread each finger irritatingly between each of her victims toes.

"Personally, I think this will be a great way to get over that fear of yours. We shall just keep this up until you’re

cured, shall we?"

The chameleon, still rocking and twisting, cries out pitifully as one of his worst nightmares is coming true.

---

I know my choice in characters is a little unusual for this one but I like trying new things ^^
Story was written by both me and  venombahamut.