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Bleary eyed and confused Sam stumbled into the main chamber of his mistress's lair.

There had been no clothes laid out on the bed for him, nor was there a note detailing his instructions for the day.

So here he was naked but for his scales in the early morning darkness of the chamber. At a loss for what to do with himself.

"Mistress" he yelled, infusing his voice with a small portion of magic to ensure it would be heard all about the lair.

He paused awaiting a reply or failing that a roar of anger signifying, that he had awakened his mistress.

Nothing, the lair was silent apart from the fading echoes of his cry.

His mind whirled with thoughts, each one the whizzed by darker and more sinister than the last. The darkest worry shone the brightest, always shouldering it's way to the front making itself herd.

"What if something had happened to his mistress!"

Panic began to grow in the dragons slender frame, if something had happened to mistress. What would he do? Where would he go?

Sam was by no means stupid or ignorant of the world but a year's sexual slavery to a demanding mistress had dulled his survival senses to uselessness. after all he had no need to look over his shoulder when it would be far more pleasurable to put his efforts to better uses. Pleasing his mistress for example.

Slowly he edged forward hands in front of him probing for any object in the pale half light of morning.

Something didn't sit right with Sam, the blue fire a-top his tail could cut through the thickest darkness, shine out even in the densest mists and cut through the vilest of magedark. Yet here, it was slightly more useful than a glowing ember casting a faint blue aura about his person. Nothing more.

Hampered by the lack of light Sam's progress across the chamber was slow, occasionally he was slowed even further while he had to navigate around one of the many pieces of furniture the chamber had been decorated with. Eventually after a few false starts, Sam felt bare rock under his palms signifying the he had reached the far wall and more importantly the light switch.

There standing out from the rock, the hard plastic was at odds with the natural rock of the cave walls. A gentle flick of his fingers was enough to life the switch which moved with a satisfying "click."

Sam was surprised. He'd expected a flood of light to bathe the entire room in pale yellows and whites, a small group of red and green lights flooded a small corner where they pooled.

Faster now, he had a destination and a moderate amount of light, by which to navigate Sam made his way back across the chamber.

Sam broke into a run, his clawed feet beating against the stone floor, his swift steps quickly covered the remaining darkened ground bringing him into the pool of light.

"Gracious me pet, you almost deafened me with that shout." said Samantha, her voice tinged with indifference, as if it was nothing more than a casual greeting upon a street.

Sam could not speak, the enslaved dragon's mind couldn't process what he was seeing. He just stared in equal parts bewilderment and awe. Samantha had never indulged in submissive whims. It was always Sam who was tied up and submissive. Whereas Samantha was always dominant and free, controlling Sam making him do what she wanted.

Now here she was in-front of him, legs and wings lightly bound by ribbons in orange and green, while more ribbons crossed her chest accentuating her breasts, slowly and inevitably Sam's gaze slipped down. There her snatch was hidden by one thin white ribbon, as Sam watched a droplet of liquid seeped from it before dropping to the floor.

She was the most beautiful thing Sam had ever seen. Normally he considered Samantha to be the pinnacle of female beauty but now, she seemed to transcend mortal beauty, surpassing even Celestia the legendary queen of the dragons who could stop a knights heart with a flutter of her delicate eyelids.

Samantha recognised the look on her pets face she'd seen it occasionally over the past year, often after a new and unusual concept had been imposed upon him. Just like her, Sam was exceptionally intelligent but utterly useless when posed with something strange and new, he just needed it explaining.

"The solstice is a special time for us is it not. One year ago today I took you as my own, something neither have regretted." Samantha smiled at her words. "Going further back in our history, on this day our parents escaped into the void and the master at arms cursed us for our supposed treachery, which allowed all this to happen." she smiled again this time it was full of visceral hatred "Still I'd say it was more of a gift than a curse."

She took Sam's continued silence as licence to continue. "Which is why on this day I give you a gift. Until the sun has again risen. I am yours Sam."

There was a slight pause while Sam struggled to think of the correct words, he failed falling back on the classic. "Mistress you shouldn't have."

"I did, happy solstice to you, pet. You may use your present." Samantha murr'd with a seductive smile.

"My pleasure, mistress" he said joy and determination clear in his voice.

With an elegant motion of a clawed hand Sam reached out and, broke the white ribbon.