Chapter 7- Out for a Walk
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Yesterday had been chaotic. A set program was altered and her behavior was faulty. That could not happen again. An hour was invested to review the program; conquered victories were marked and mistakes assessed.
Tacked up with her dominatrix suit- heels removed and corset loosened-Karma marched to the basement with renewed vigor. The door was flung open…
…Ximiao welcomed her standing, back straight, fists closed tightly, eyes blazing in the looming shadows…fixed right on her….
…okay then…
At least the body harness and the cuffs had not been removed. Still some control over the situation…
“You are not to look me in the eyes, slave…Do not speak. Sit." Karma made sure Ximiao had a good view of the tray in her hand as she moved around the room to light up the candles. “It's been two days since you were last fed. It can be three if you choose to be difficult. Sit and be quiet until I'm ready for you."
Ximiao took her damn sweet time to make a decision, glaring murderously all the while. A whole minute must have passed when she finally sat down and turned that sullen gaze to the wall.
“Good." Karma cleared her throat, and set the tray down about an inch out of the dragon's reach. A little assistance. “Do not touch it."
Without addressing Ximiao's glare, Karma sauntered to the tool cabinets, and took her own damn sweet time picking up the tool set for today.
She changed her mind twice. It would be delightful to use some of these tools…but it was too soon. Ximiao would have to accept anything her Mistress chose to impose…but it was the Mistress' responsibility not to ask more of a slave than they could give.
…it was something of a scam. Ximiao would be led to believe that surrendering was the way out, when in reality, it would just allow Karma to increase the intensity of her demands until Ximiao could surrender nothing else…
The dragon glanced at the tools in Karma's arms as she marched back towards her. She opened her mouth as if to speak, then snapped it close. Pleased, her Mistress pushed a tad closer the tray of food with the tip of a boot.
“Eat."
Ximiao hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the bowl and looked up at her with such rage that Karma took a step back. Before there was time to issue a warning, however, the dragon grimaced, and slumped back against the corner to eat the food. The jug of water was pulled closer with her tail, to be downed as well.
Karma took it all away as soon as Ximiao set them down, and put them well out of the dragon's reach.
“On your feet, slave! Arms behind your back. Face the wall."
Looking defeated-yet eyes still blazing- Ximiao obeyed, moving with slow measured steps. She jumped as the equipment was dumped at her back. Karma seized her wrists and quickly linked the cuff-rings at her back.
“Close your hands."
Karma slid an armbinder over the dragon's fists and all the way up to her shoulders. A set of belts ran alongside its length, and each was cinched as tight as possible. Ximiao was so flexible that her elbows could be pinned together, and her shoulders could be forced tightly backwards.
Karma tied a rope to the ring on the armsleeve's pouch. It was then threaded through the cuffs alongside Ximiao's tail and ankles. Two feet of length was spared in between each foot, with about two more feet of rope left to serve as a leash.
Karma grabbed a hold of the dragon by the scruff of the neck before giving the rope a hefty yank. Ximiao gasped as her arms were jerked down and her feet were suddenly pulled out from under her. She would have fallen on her face without her Mistress' support.
“It's a warning, slave." She explained, letting go of the rope so that Ximiao could recover her footing. “Next time, I won't hold you up. You'll fall flat on your face. Don't try anything."
“..."
“Say 'yes, Mistress'."
“...yes, Mistress…"
Karma tied the rope to the chain-ring on the wall. The next part would be uncomfortable, and robbing a wild slave of chances to misbehave was as much a tamer's responsibility as it was to punish them for doing so.
Ximiao flinched when a blindfold was pulled over her eyes. It was padded and covered half of her face to ensure absolute blindness. With time, a whole hood would be used to also deafen and neutralize the dragon's sense of smell. The ultimate demand of trust, and acceptance…
“Open your snout." Ximiao did; barely, but enough for Karma to slide in a snaffle. “You will wear it until I'm certain you will walk properly on a leash."
It was made of silver and specifically forged for the dragon. A bit consisting of two mouthpieces that cradled her slave's tongue. Small polished rods rested at their center, designed to dig into the tender tissue at both the bottom and roof of the mouth when the snaffle's rings were tugged.
It wouldn't cause damage, or even hurt, but Ximiao didn't know that. The unsettling pressure would be enough to convince her that resisting the pull of the reins was…unwise.
To play on that little mind game, Karma cinched the snaffle's strap tight enough to keep Ximiao's lips taut. This kept the external triple-ring system firmly pressed against the skin, and they would dig inwards at the slightest tug of the reins. A warning before the internal mechanism was triggered.
Ximiao didn't like the snaffle, of course, and kept jerking her head like an untrained colt. Her thick tongue writhed inside her mouth, struggling against the metal clamping down on it. A frothy drool had pooled at the corners of her mouth even before Karma was done securing it.
“You're being dramatic. I know it doesn't hurt." A half-truth. She had attempted to wear it for a whole session with Bagual, but couldn't get past a quick try-out. The taste of metal had been unbearable. “You…you'll get used to it."
Ximiao tried to say something, but before a word could be formed, Karma slid a flat silver chain between the dragon's teeth, and linked it in place under her chin.
“That thick tongue will be put to good use." She promised, passing the chain a second time to pin the writhing organ down more firmly. “You don't need it for now"
Karma kept a hold on the chain until Ximiao stopped trying to jerk her head away. It took a while, but she finally settled down.
A Y-shaped halter was picked up. It had a pair of additional straps on the nose-band that would be buckled in front and behind the snaffle as one last measure of reinforcement. It made Ximiao groan torturously, flinching each time a strap was cinched up.
“Settle down. We are done." Karma hooked a set of rains to the snaffle, and gave them a firm tug. A muffled grunt escaped the dragon's tightly closed snout. “You get a clean slate today, slave. Don't waste it. Remember the rules, and follow them."
With that said, Karma took a few steps back to admire her handiwork. The metal gleamed in the candle light, rings, chains and buckles. The net of straps gripping her body looked tight and uncomfortable, the black leather contrasting beautifully with those white rustled feathers. The arm-sleeve forced Ximiao's shoulders back and her chest forward, seemly offering her breasts out for attention.
Karma's vision went white as the mere sight of her slave-rendered so helpless and forced to endure such discomfort- stirred a wave of tiny orgasms. The temptation of leaving her like that all morning, and forcing her to stand straight and still with the help of a whip, almost overcame her.
…it was too soon for that type of exercise…
“You look beautiful in bondage, Ximiao." Karma found herself reaching out for those perky breasts. She kneaded them. Her paw fell sharply against the dragon's ass. The loud crack, and her slave's pained cry, snapped her out of her daze. “...sor–Walk. Just move along."
Ximiao sputtered and Karma realized other steps were needed before they could, indeed, walk. She hurried to unhook the chain from her slave's collar, and untied the rope from the wall-ring. With it firmly coiled around one hand, she gave the reins a small tug with the other.
“Walk. Careful."
Karma didn't rush her, but kept the reins tight. It didn't take long for Ximiao to assess the limitations the rope imposed. Not surprising, considering her physical aptitude. Truly, this would be a matter of trust rather than balance.
…and sure enough, the walk went on smoothly until they reached the door. A rush of cold air washed over them as it opened, and Ximiao froze. Karma, two steps up the stairs, gave the reins a few tugs, each harder than the previous one, but the dragon pulled back against it, and tried to step back deeper into the basement.
One of the mistakes from the previous night had been the threats. 'Rewards' and 'punishment' meant nothing to a freshly-caught slave, for everything at first was unpleasant and unwanted. It took time for them to perceive the difference between one and the other. Only then would those terms have any meaning.
During this initial stage, threats and 'bribes' could only confuse her slave, and possibly overwhelm her. Moreover, lack of meaning compromised the value of her commands, thus endangering one of the pillars of the whole training regimen.
In short, trying to reason with an untamed slave was pointless. Imposing consequences was the only course of action for now.
One last tug. Further refusal to walk forward.
The crop whistled in the air before cracking sharply against Ximiao's unprotected ass. The dragon screeched and jumped away. The rope hindering her legs got pulled taut and Karma winced as her slave fell to the ground.
“That's what happens when you disobey!" She snapped at her, walking closer to slacken the reins and the rope. “Get up, and walk!" The dragon rolled onto her knees, and whined pitifully, but still resisted the pull of the reins. “I can do this all morning, slave, and I will enjoy it…"
It was also a good opportunity to test out where Ximiao was the most pain-receptive. Karma landed two more strikes on her ass, each harder than the other. The dragon took them with little more than a whimper. She tested her back, right on the curve of her hips. Ximiao flinched more violently, but still bared the pain mostly in silence. The fourth landed on her stomach, and this time, the dragon screamed. Her babbling resumed, a tad more hysterical than before.
“Get up and it stops."
One final strike was administered. This time, flat across her breasts, half an inch over her nipples. Ximiao let out a piercing howl, and immediately struggled to get back on trembling legs. Karma hit her again, hungering for another delightful wail of pain. Ximiao gave it to her, lifting up her punished leg, and protesting as best she could.
“...Shilao will stay out of our way…" Karma relented, embarrassed by her loss of control. The crop was re-latched to her belt. “I promise…There's no one else up there. It's a house for me to safely enjoy and train you. Far away from everywhere and everyone else…Now, move."
A few seconds passed, another tug of the reins. Karma snatched the crop free of its latch. Ximiao was a fast learner, because she flinched at the sound and finally took a step forward.
Karma moved to stand behind the dragon in case she stumbled and fell, tapping her ass gently with the crop to urge her forward, and keeping both the reins and rope as loose as she dared as to not hinder the dragon for the difficult climb any more than strictly necessary. The door upstairs was locked anyway…
True to her words, Shilao was nowhere to be found; gone to wherever he lurked from in between cryptic encounters. The scent of blood and death, however, stank up the house and Ximiao walked haltingly, sniffling the air, ears restless, moving and twitching at the slightest sound. Karma was patient, unwilling to punish her slave for reasonable fears. As long as she kept moving...
Eventually, they made it to their final destination: a small room annexed to the bathroom. It was equipped with all the elements required to keep a sex slave clean and ready to serve, everything placed in wooden cabinets neatly set against the wall. Divided as customary for such places, there was a cleansing and a medical care area. A pulley-system had been installed in the ceiling, and thick rings and carabiners were embedded on the walls and floor at strategic places.
And it was spotless. Tiled floor and walls, tall windows to let in light and the clear air from outside, gleaming mirrors and steel.
Every time she stopped to admire a room on The House, Karma felt all her worries and doubts melt away. She truly could not wait until Bagual moved in with them…
…and of course for Ximiao to be tamed, and the Council content. Then, they would be released from their obligations, and would be left to enjoy the perks of their success. Safely, that is. She could still enjoy the place and her slave at this very moment.
Ximiao could tell this room was different from those they had passed. She was trembling again and lingered at the door, head outstretched to ease the pressure of the snaffle stuck inside her mouth.
“You're a good pet, Ximiao. I am pleased with you." Karma encouraged as she led the dragon inside. This part of the day would become a source of comfort down the line, but this first time, Ximiao would absolutely hate it. It was important to make it clear that it was not a punishment. “Let's get you cleaned up."