Humility
Gheris let the hot water of the gym shower pound his scales for one moment longer, closing his eyes contentedly, then sighed, reached for the knob with his tail and turned off the group of showerheads. Nothing like several jets of steaming hot water to loosen up one's scales after a workout... He shook his body and wings back and forth to throw off the droplets of water clinging to his hide before exiting the shower area, returning to the wide rows of lockers where he'd left his clothes and what had been in his pockets when he'd arrived. He knew many of the other dragons were staring at him as he walked past, but didn't mind or blame them for it; of course they're staring at me! he thought. What self-respecting dragon wouldn't want these big muscles or my perfect red scales? He almost wished he had an erection so they could all admire that, too, but shook the thought away after a moment: wanting to be like him was one thing, but he didn't want to attract any males who might actually want him. Finally he reached his locker, pulled the key off his horn and opened the big metal box. First he took a towel, rolled onto his side and rubbed down his belly, where he was still damp, then dabbed at the insides of all his joints to be sure they were dry and wiped the cloth over his face before hanging it from a hook at the top of the locker to dry. Next he grabbed his pants and slipped his four paws through the sleeves, then pushed his wings through their panels and zipped the garment closed along his spine. "Gheris?" Another dragon padded around the corner and sat on his haunches next to him. "How early did you get here, if you're already done?" "I'm not early, you're late," he pointed towards the clock with his nose: almost nine PM. "Anyway I'm headed to Cruni's, so if you want you can meet me there when you're done." The other dragon lowered his head. "Sorry, work tomorrow... In fact, don't you have work too?" Gheris snorted and pocketed his wallet, then closed his locker and tucked his keys away. "I didn't say I'd be there all night, I just want a couple of bowls before heading home. You sure you don't want to come?" "Madra's annoyed enough that I came here; I can't. See you later." He dipped his head and walked past the other dragon, towards the door. "Later." Gheris left the gym and spread his wings, making sure the sky above was clear before bounding forward and launching into the cool night air. He flapped hard until he had cleared the roof of the gym, then caught the wind and turned with it towards the northeast, flying across roads and over developments and woodland until he reached a busy suburban street. After pausing to warn humans and dragons on the sidewalk below him that he was about to come down, he landed in front of a building with a carved wooden sign above the door: Cruni's Bar. He wrapped his tail around the door handle and pulled it open until he could get his neck against it, then pushed the door the rest of the way open with his shoulder and walked inside. "Evening," said the human behind the counter, and Gheris walked over and sat down on his haunches in one of the open spaces across from him. "What'll it be tonight?" "A quart bowl of Salliso." He looked around while the bartender poured his drink; the bar was about half-full, mostly dragons but with a few humans at the counter and in the back corners. Some of the dragons he'd seen before but he hadn't really talked with any of them; his favorite other regulars weren't in tonight, it seemed. As for the females... There was a slim gold dragoness sitting at the other end of the counter and lapping from a small bowl, and as he looked her over she glanced up at him; their eyes met, and he smiled at her before looking away. It was a work night so it wasn't exactly the best time to bring a dragoness back to the lair, but if she showed some interest... "Here you go," the bartender said, and put a large bowl of beer in front of him. Gheris nodded thanks and lowered his head to sip the cool, dark liquid. The first mouthful ran down his throat and he exhaled with a sigh as it reached his belly; there was just something about that thick, almost wooden flavor... He took another big mouthful, then another, and with one last long draught he drained the bowl. He had to wait a little while for the bartender to look his way, but raised his claw and after a moment had his bowl refilled. This time he took it more slowly now that there was already some alcohol in his stomach, lapping up steady little bits and feeling the day's tension drain out of his body to be replaced by that warm, gentle fuzzy feeling drinking always gave him. How nice it was to forget whatever weighed on his mind the rest of the day, to notice his surroundings as if from a distance, for even his body to seem a little farther from his mind than usual... He paused when he was down to the last few sips of beer and looked up at the clock: 9:30. He could have up to two gallons without feeling the effects the next morning, but after four or five bowls (depending on how quickly he drank) he didn't trust his ability to fly and would have to get a cab home, not to mention the time it would take to consume those additional drinks... Money was no concern, but it would be if he did something stupid and had to miss work--or if he tried not to miss and showed up overtired or hung over and got fired for it. One more, he decided, then I'll fly home. The bowl was licked dry after another minute, but when Gheris looked up to order another beer he felt something slide against his back and turned to see the dragoness he'd noticed earlier standing there and smiling at him. "Mind if I buy you a drink?" she cocked her head to one side. He took the opportunity to look her over: she was small and thin but not unhealthily so, and the clothes she'd worn were sleeveless despite the weather--which showed off legs and wings that were surprisingly well-muscled considering the rest of her body. She had a soft, round face and smooth tapering horns, and the way her bright golden scales shone, even in the dim light of the bar... He took a deep breath: no hint of perfume or scale-oil on her, just the scent of a healthy mature dragoness. Certainly good enough to deserve his attention. "Not at all," he laughed, and shuffled to one side to give her room at the counter--but purposefully not quite as much as she needed, so she had to squeeze between his haunches and the stool on her other side, which of course forced her to lean against him to avoid knocking the human on the stool over. He grinned and leaned into her a little bit so their haunches rubbed together, then smiled at her when she ordered another beer for each of them. "Come here often?" she said, lapping a few drops from her bowl. He sniffed his bowl surreptitiously before drinking: she'd eavesdropped well enough to order more of what he'd had earlier. "A couple of times a week. I'm Gheris, by the way." "My name's Lamarissa. Why don't you tell me about yourself?" "Well, I was raised in Lancaster, went to college at Penn State, then moved here when I graduated a couple years ago and got a job at an insurance office. Single, of course," he winked, "but I try to get out a lot, exercise, meet some dragons, that sort of thing. How about you?" She shuffled her wings. "Not much for me to say. You could keep going," Lamarissa smiled a little and narrowed her eyes, lowering her head to look up into his face. Classic seeker, he chuckled to himself. I know exactly what she's looking for, he thought, but how to go about it? If I seem straightforward about it then she might be put off, might give her the impression I do this a lot... but I can't bore her either, or she'll just leave. Since she came over so quickly she obviously knows how to get right to the point, but who knows if she wants someone like that? "Well," he paused and sipped from his bowl, "I work out a lot, I was a distance-flying champion in high school, I'm thinking about doing a little modeling if I can find the right opportunity..." "You could definitely be a model if you wanted to," she glanced over at his body and tail. "You must exercise a lot to look like this..." He finished off the bowl and called for another. "Four nights a week at the gym. It's hard, but I like the feeling it gives me. I like being able to enjoy my body and everything it can do." "Everything?" She tilted her head to the side again, twisting her neck so he could look up her snout and see her neck between her horns, then follow the curve of her spine down her back towards her tail... "Clearly both of us know what we're doing," he put a paw up on the counter, laughing. "Should I skip right to the part where I ask you back to my place and show you what you're asking about or would you rather have more to drink first?" A flash of--something--crossed over her face before she laughed back at him and smiled again. "So you do have experience with this. That's good; if you do it a lot then you'll know the best way to go about this sort of thing and you won't expect it to lead to anything long-term. I suppose we may as well go." They both finished their drinks and paid and Gheris turned to leave, but there still wasn't much room between him and Lamarissa and when they simultaneously tried to walk towards the door she stepped down hard on one of his front paws. "Ooh, I'm sorry!" she jerked away almost immediately, huddling away from him almost like... she was afraid? "It's all right," he flexed the paw and kept moving. "Didn't hurt a bit. Come on, I'll lead the way to my place." They made it out onto the street and he spread his wings to fly, looking back once to make sure she was following him, but all of a sudden he felt... dizzy... He shook his head and stumbled to one side, and she caught his weight against her. "You all right?" Gheris tried to shake the feeling off. He'd only had four beers, and he hadn't exactly gulped them down as quickly as he could, so he shouldn't have been feeling this woozy... "Just... gimme a moment..." His head drooped and he couldn't find the strength to raise it again. "You don't look so good. Let's get you out of the middle of the sidewalk and I'll call a cab to take us to my house, all right?" She helped him walk over to the space between the bar and the next building on the street and he thought he heard her say something about there being an on-duty van in the parking lot, but only made it a couple more steps before passing out. * * *
Gheris groaned and woke up to find himself very uncomfortable. There had been the bar, and drinking, and Lamarissa, then the sudden drowsiness and now... He tried to roll over but realized suddenly that he'd been stripped and tied up. "What the..." he started to say, but the words were choked and muffled by a bit in the back of his mouth, and when he tried to spit it out he discovered his snout had been bound tightly shut: he had been bridled. His front paws were in cuffs and had been pulled all the way behind his back, shackled together against his spine--he didn't think he was even that flexible, and when he tried to tug against the restraints he could barely put any of his considerable strength into it. His wings were tied to his back as well, folded so that even if he could somehow move his forepaws side to side he wouldn't be able to get them past his wing-arms. He was lying on his back on a hard stone floor in a bare cinderblock cell of some kind, with a thick steel door in front of him the only exit. It was lit from above by an out-of-place-looking ceiling fixture that looked more like it belonged in someone's bedroom than a dungeon... He raised his head after a moment and looked back at his hind paws: bound and held wider apart than he thought was possible by a long, thick spreader bar that wouldn't budge no matter how hard he struggled against it. His tail was held out straight behind him by a brace that ran nearly the entire length of his tail, and... I have an erection? he thought. Seriously? Upon closer inspection he discovered a metal band with a couple bulges on it had been closed around the base of his penis, tight enough to reduce blood flow and make him fully hard whether or not he wanted to be. He growled and thrashed in his bonds, then bellowed his frustration and looked towards the door, trying to call for help the best he could through his gag. "Hllff! Fllmm mmm gnn! Thmmbuzeee!" There was no response and he bucked again, squirming and pulling as hard as he could against the leather and metal that held him, but it was no use. He was trapped. Panting through his nostrils, he stilled again and listened, but could hear nothing aside from his own breath and heartbeat. Where was he? Who had brought him here, what did his captor want from him? Had someone attacked Lamarissa after he'd been knocked out? Had Lamarissa herself done something to him? He had no way of knowing yet, but he was sure the answer was on the other side of that door. After struggling for a little while he managed to roll over onto his belly, the head of his stiff cock rubbing against the floor in an oddly arousing way, and suddenly he had to fight an incredibly powerful urge to hump the cement beneath him. He shivered, but managed to regain control of himself and looked up at the door: walking was impossible, but he could push himself along with his hind paws and the floor wouldn't hurt the scales of his chest too badly... He managed to push himself along the floor a little ways, though not only were his scales rubbing against the floor but since his hind paws were spread so far apart he had to drag his penis along the floor as well and the exposed, engorged flesh couldn't withstand sliding along the abrasive cement nearly as well as the tough scales of his chest could. He was forced to stop for fear of seriously injuring himself, not that there was anything he could have done to the door anyway even if he'd been able to reach it; the steel looked at least two inches thick, and he couldn't use his strength or his fire against it. He called out again in desperation, wincing as the muffled, garbled words echoed back at him off the walls. Once again nothing responded to his cry and he slumped to the floor with a pleading whine. Couldn't leave the room, couldn't call for help, couldn't walk properly or lie down or even lose his erection! He had no way of knowing how long he laid there alone, but after being aroused for so long eventually his cock started to demand more and more of his attention, throbbing, tingling, making him wish there was a willing dragoness nearby for him to mount... The desire grew too strong for him to ignore and he whined again, squirming and rolling onto his back. His paws and tail were bound firmly away from his belly, so he couldn't pleasure himself with those, and the floor was too rough for him to thrust against, but he could still bend his neck and after a little work managed to touch the end of his snout to his underbelly just short of the head of his penis. He groaned, flexed farther and ignored the sharp pain that flared up in his shoulders as his front legs went still farther past their comfortable range of motion, gasping with relief as he managed to nose his erection, rubbing lightly against it and thrusting into his own touch, anything to work his way through the urge. He curled up as much as he could and continued to nuzzle at his cock for a little while, but the sensation was so light it was practically a tease and it only made him want attention more. After a little while he groaned and stopped again, letting his head fall back against the floor. It wasn't enough, and he had no other options; there was nothing he could do. Soon after that he heard a new sound: the thump of approaching footsteps, a dragon's footsteps, coming from outside his cell. Someone was coming! "Hhmmm! Hllmmf!" he shouted as loudly as the bridle would let him, rolling over again and raising his head to look up at whoever might be about to open the door, and sure enough after a moment something on the other side of the door turned and a dragon stepped inside. It was Lamarissa, and unlike him she was still wearing her sleeveless pants. "I see my captive is awake," she said, and sat back on her haunches in front of him. "Lllff mmn grrm!" he snarled, thrashing in his chains and glaring up at her. He was larger than her and was sure he could beat her in a fight, if only he could get out of these chains... "Be quiet unless I tell you to speak!" she roared, and struck his neck with a whip of many thin leather strands. "I have brought you here because after a couple weeks of observation I can say with certainty that you are a selfish, arrogant jerk of a dragon who irritates everyone around him to the point that nobody likes to even be near you. You define the humans' term 'jock' and very much need to be knocked down a peg. This is my specialty," she bared her teeth, "so I have brought you here for a much-needed lesson in humility. Forcing you to be my slave for a while should help teach you to be more humble." He snarled again and thrust forward with his head, hoping to headbutt her as if somehow that would do any good; she snorted, pinned his head down with one paw and whipped his neck and shoulders several times. "Bad slave!" she snarled, and held him down a moment longer, then stepped back and said, "your boss thinks you have the flu, so you will be serving me for one week. Good slaves are treated well and rewarded, and bad slaves are tortured until they become good slaves. I have done this many times, and no dragon has remained a bad slave for a whole week." Gheris growled and shook his head. He couldn't even think of it as a sexy game to play; he was a dragon, a big strong dominant one, and he wasn't going to obey orders without getting paid for it! "No," he grunted; he would not be anyone's slave. "Oh, don't worry," she laughed and raised the whip again, "I love a challenge." She circled slowly around him, waving the flogger back and forth through the air but not striking him with it--or at least not yet. "Where to begin, where to begin," she muttered as she walked, and even though he struggled with all his might he could do little more than watch and squirm back and forth on the floor as she finally stopped by his hindquarters and pulled back the whip. Lamarissa hit him hard on the flank and he moaned at the pain, but clamped down on his reaction after a moment: she wasn't going to win! Even if he'd been chained, even if she claimed to be so good at this, he was strong and tough and he could take whatever she threw at him, he was sure. Let her try, he thought. She won't break me even if she keeps me here a month. She struck him five more times and didn't get anything more than a grunt or a quick exhalation from him; he clenched his teeth against the bit in his mouth instead of crying out and quickly grew used to the pain. So she started to hit him harder, and move her blows to more sensitive parts of his hindquarters, but still he managed to keep control of himself even as the beating stretched on for another five minutes. Eventually she grew frustrated, grabbed the spreader bar in her claws and flipped him onto his back; he growled and tried to stop her, but was powerless in all his restraints and could only watch as she drew back her paw to hit him again. This time the blows fell on his belly, from just under his ribs to the base of his tail, and after a little while she started to place her strikes around his slit and still fully erect cock, grunting with satisfaction when he couldn't keep from crying out at these especially painful blows. But even these he managed to get control of after a few repetitions, and growled in triumph when finally she roared angrily and tossed the flogger away. "Oh, you think you've won, do you?" She turned towards the door and hit him hard in the face with her tail. "I'm just getting started," she snarled, and left his cell, closing the door again behind her. Gheris groaned and began to struggle again; he was withstanding her torture for now, but all these bruises were sure to catch up with him eventually and even though she seemed surprised he hadn't given in yet he knew she had a lot more in store for him. There had to be a way out, somehow... But his tail was useless, his paws were pulled so far from where his muscles were used to using them that he had no way of applying his considerable strength, his wings were pinned to his back and his teeth and fire were locked away by the bridle. Though he was still very highly aroused despite the situation, and it made him think: could he hump her hard enough to make her let him go? He certainly didn't have any trouble imagining it... She returned just a minute later with a thick single-tail whip clutched in her paw, and barely gave him time to growl at her before she lashed it at him and struck him hard in the chest; he bucked in his chains and howled with pain before managing to regain control of himself. "How do you like that?" she growled, and whipped his haunches twice. "Ready to give in and obey me?" He couldn't keep from crying out this time, but still refused. I can take pain, he thought. I take pain every time I work out, and this is no different. A little more intense, but not different... "Nummurrmf," he growled. "Yes you will!" she roared and struck again, much harder, making him scream and buck reflexively against his bonds. This time it took him several seconds to regain control of himself, breathing hard through his nostrils, but still he growled and shook his head. She didn't ask him again for another ten minutes, silent except for her grunts of effort as she threw her strength into each snap of the whip. Again she focused her attention on his hindquarters and belly but this time her blows hurt too much for him to just lie through; by the second half of the beating he was screaming and trying reflexively to curl up every time she struck him, only for her to hold him down and lash him again and again and again until both of them were gasping for breath and finally she stopped and put down the whip. Gheris shivered and went limp against the floor with relief. That had really hurt him... But he'd made it. He'd outlasted her patience and forced her to try something else. But did she even have anything else? He didn't have much knowledge of bondage or any of that sort of sex play but had a feeling she didn't have anything that could hurt him more than that had, and if he'd made it through that then there was nothing she could do. Nothing! He'd won! "Will you obey me?" she panted, and he shook his head with a grunt of emphasis. "Then it's time for me to really torture you," she sighed, and left the room again. He groaned and just laid there this time; after the latest round of beating he couldn't find the strength to struggle again. Except for one part of him, anyway: the cockring still had him fully aroused, the head of his penis bobbing up and down in the air as he laid gasping on his back, and he couldn't help but thrust up off the ground as the urge to mate still dominated his mind. Finally Lamarissa returned to him, wheeling a strange metal object into the room before her. She pushed it into the center of the room and left it there, fiddling with a few levers at its base before returning to where she'd left him. She then rolled him across the room and turned him so he laid on his chest facing the object before attaching reins to the bit loop on his bridle and a long chain to the link between the cuffs on his front paws. After making sure all his bonds were secure, she put her paws under his chest and lifted, then carried him forward until his chest rested on top of the metal platform. She locked the ends of the spreader bar to a pair of anchors in the floor and leapt to the top of the platform, taking his reins and pulling hard, forcing him to raise his head and straighten his neck and back as much as he could before she tied the reins to a loop in the ceiling and climbed down again. He grunted and tugged against the reins, his neck uncomfortably extended by the reins, but after a brief struggle decided the bit would tear his teeth out of his jaws before the thick leather of the bridle and reins snapped, and went still again. He tried to watch as Lamarissa walked behind him but the reins were so tight he couldn't even turn his head and could only listen as she took the chain attached to the shackles on his forepaws and pulled hard, forcing his front paws as far down his back as they would go before he heard the rattling of metal and she walked back in front of him again. She must have locked the chain to something to keep it from moving, and in this position he couldn't properly fight against it; he groaned and stopped struggling, glaring at her. "Will you obey me?" "No," he growled--it seemed that was the only word his gag didn't mangle beyond recognition. "Too bad," she said, and pulled the platform out from under him. He gasped and held his forelegs rigid to make sure all the weight of his forequarters didn't transfer to the reins and subsequently his teeth, but it didn't make a difference; both the chain attached to his front paws and the reins were tied so tight that he couldn't move more than an inch in either direction, and if he tried incredible pain flared up in his shoulders or jaws. Even the need in his loins was washed out for a moment by the pain, and he growled again at his captor. Lamarissa chuckled and took a step closer to him. "Will you obey me?" she asked yet again. "No," he said, but there was a moment's hesitation this time: the position was already incredibly difficult to hold and would only get harder the longer she left him like this. "Then I will return in thirty minutes and ask you again," she said, then turned and left his cell, closing the door and locking him inside. Gheris tried to stay as motionless as he could, but he was still trembling and sore from being beaten and couldn't hold himself so carefully for long. At first he tried to just stand a little taller on his hind paws and change the angle his body was hanging at, but not only did it just make his shoulders hurt more but the spreader bar held his paws so far apart that he could barely extend his legs in the first place. Then after a little while his front legs started to tire out and he was forced to put at least some weight into the bit just to give his front legs a minute to rest, then a little more, until suddenly he found himself at the limit of that chain with so much of his weight resting against his teeth... Then he remembered his erection. It was a slow process. Tiny wave after tiny wave of arousal made itself known in his mind, approaching so slowly that he didn't notice until suddenly his cock was throbbing and making his belly tingle again, muscles in his belly and hindquarters clenching almost randomly as if to make sure he didn't try to forget his lust in the pain of the suspension. It grew stronger and stronger, eating away more and more at his mind before finally taking control and making him thrust forward in his restraints. He cried out at the terrible pain that shot through his shoulders and his teeth, quickly returning to his previous position, but even after that stern warning his cock wasn't about to be dissuaded and continued to bring little back-and-forth jerks to his hindquarters, not enough to hurt him so much again but enough to keep him from zoning out of the situation. He moaned and tried to control himself as best he could, but it was no use, and though he managed to make his thrusts smaller he couldn't stop himself entirely. Then Lamarissa finally returned to the room, finding him gasping through his nostrils with his tail flicking back and forth against the wall as he continued to thrust uncontrollably in his bonds. She watched him for a moment, a smile on her face, then said, "will you obey me now?" This time Gheris had to really consider her question. Every passing moment in his chains seemed to hurt more than the previous one and there was no way he could stop the pain on his own; the only way was to submit to her. But I can't! he thought. I won't do that for anyone, no matter what! It may feel bad now, but I'm sure I'll get used to it, that I'll reach some threshold and things will be better after that... I just need a little more time to find it. "No," he grunted. "Good; you aren't as disappointing as the last two dragons I trained. Let's make things a little more interesting, shall we?" She took a little remote from her front pocket and flipped a switch on it, and his cockring began to vibrate. He gasped and squirmed, reaching reflexively for his belly with his paws, head and tail for just a moment before the pain interrupted and he was forced to stop struggling yet again. "I can leave that on you for a while, or you can agree to serve me. What'll it be this time?" How was this supposed to make things worse for him? he wondered. Eventually the vibrator would bring him to orgasm, and once his lust was dealt with the predicament would be much easier to handle. "No." "Then I will return in one hour and ask you again." She left. Gheris waited now not in near silence but with the constant buzz of the vibrator echoing off the walls and resonating through his body, not just constantly reminding him of his arousal but amplifying it ten times over, finally giving him the sensation he'd wanted since he'd woken up. He couldn't help but thrust eagerly despite the pain, even though the act didn't increase the sensation any more, and growled with satisfaction as the vibrator strengthened his lust still further and finally began to work him towards his climax. But even as he felt the pressure of an impending orgasm begin to congest his belly the sensation peaked and suddenly he found himself humping the air just short of the pleasure he needed to come, the vibrator not doing quite enough to get him to his climax. He gasped and thrust at the air beneath him still harder, ignoring the pain and hoping somehow the simulation of sex would help him get there; he closed his eyes tight and imagined himself fucking a dragoness, claws and teeth clenching as it got him a little closer. And he knew what orgasm felt like, how the muscles in his belly and loins would squeeze and go rigid; he tried to move them on his own, to trick himself into having his orgasm, but it was no use. It just wasn't enough. He changed the angle of his thrusting, moving more up-and-down and hoping maybe, if he could just get his cock to bounce off his belly, that extra sensation would be enough to push him over the edge... But his bonds didn't give him enough room to move that way, not without tearing his front legs out of their sockets, ripping out his teeth, or both, and after a moment he had to go back to the less painful direction of humping. What now? The vibrator wouldn't be enough on its own and it wasn't going to disappear, either. What could he do? His paws were bound far away from his belly, as were his wings, his head, his tail... He had been completely immobilized. But he couldn't just stand there in this state, just short of climax; he had to do something to get himself off! He bucked and thrashed, even the pain of the suspension being pushed aside in his desperation as he struggled wildly and pulled everything he could think of in every possible direction, grunting with effort and fighting with all the strength he could muster. He had to find some way to break free, he had to, he had to have this orgasm, now! But the chains were too strong for him. Despite all his desperate attempts and his incredible need there was nothing he could do to pleasure himself that little bit more and eventually weariness forced him to stop; he sagged in his chains with a howl of frustration, still humping uncontrollably at the empty air beneath him. How he wished there was something there for him to thrust against, even for a moment, just so he could have the incredible climax that had built up inside him... But he was alone and helpless, and all he could do was keep thrusting and hope for release. The hour until Lamarissa's return felt like an eternity, and when she opened the door he felt as if he'd never been happier to see another dragon in his life. "Plllmm!" he cried, thrashing; she could help him, she could give him her vent or paw or tail or anything else, and then he could orgasm! "Llmm mmf cmmm!" he begged. She smiled, sat back on her haunches and took the remote out of her pocket again. "Will you obey me?" He couldn't submit fast enough with his desire burning so strongly. "Yehhff! Yefh, jmmff lmm mm cmm!" Lamarissa laughed. "But why would I reward such a bad slave? I'm glad you've finally agreed to serve me, but that doesn't make you good right away..." She pressed two buttons on her remote and the cockring stopped vibrating, then fell off his penis. He roared with frustration and bucked wildly again, but she just shook her head and waited until he finally fell silent, still thrusting a little but beginning to calm down. "No. Maybe if you had been a good slave from the beginning you would have been allowed to share my bed even as soon as tomorrow night, but after misbehaving like you have you're going to have to earn my trust." She wheeled the platform over and let him rest his chest on it; he gasped with relief and sagged against the cool metal. "If you are on your best behavior for the rest of the week, my slave, then I will let you have an orgasm before I set you free. But if you disobey me even once... It's back in the chains for you until you learn your lesson. Have I made myself clear?" Gheris nodded weakly. "Good." She looked over at his belly to see his erection and waited until it finally faded and his cock had shrunk back into its slit. "Now let's just make sure I have a way of enforcing my rules on a slave I don't know I can trust yet..." She opened a little compartment in the platform and took out a strange metal contraption, which she locked shut snugly around his hindquarters and the base of his tail: a chastity belt. "There we are; now let's see if my new slave knows how to obey orders." She took off all his restraints except the bridle and reins and his new belt, then guided him to the bare half of the cell. "Sit." He sat back on his haunches. "Beg." The humiliation didn't cross his mind, not with the terrible denial so fresh in his memory, and he couldn't even think of disobeying her; he reared back onto his hind legs and held his forepaws up against his chest, cocking his head to one side. "Good slave," she tugged on the reins, and he sat back down again. "For the next week you will be serving me however I wish: doing laundry, guarding my door while I sleep or use the bathroom, cleaning up around the house, maybe helping me use some sex-toys if you behave well enough to deserve a minor reward... You will address me by name whenever you speak, and when I go to work every day I will lock you in this cell--yes, there is a bathroom down here for you, I just haven't opened that door yet, and no, I will not chain you again unless you deserve it." She took another object from the drawer inside the platform, a thick metal collar with a shiny silver tag, and locked it shut around his throat, then finally took off his bridle. "Slave, do you understand what is expected of you?" He lowered his head. "Yes, Lamarissa." "Good." She turned and led him out of the cell. "Now come on, I have a lot of work for you to do."