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The possibility that Ximiao may be a sadist had haunted Karma since the beginning. She had never seen the dragon do anything overly aggressive, but there were plenty of rumors. Each more horrifying than the other. Not just of gruesome violence; but acts of inventive and carefully dragged out torments.

It would have meant an automatic defeat. It was not possible to recondition a sexual sadist, and to tame them, one had to break their minds and spirits. The very thing Karma's program aimed to avoid.

Full blooded sadists, however, were quite rare, and Ximiao's other personality traits did not match the profile. All of Karma's analysis pointed at sadomasochism. Still a dangerous personality type, perhaps, but tameable.

What never crossed Karma's mind was the possibility of Ximiao being a raging masochist. Yet, in just a second session, rendered completely helpless, force-fed pleasure in a highly humiliating way, and enduring small but lingering doses of pain, Ximiao had squirted all over her hand.

It felt like victory was all but conquered.

There was, however, another variable- still uncertain and equally conditioning:

A. Dragons were quasi-feral creatures; intelligent, but emotionally underdeveloped. Or B. There was a mammal-like sentience in that narrow skull of theirs.

Over a decade's worth of observations-two of which personally- seemed to indicate the former...but the consequences of being wrong would be far more grievous than the extra work needed if the latter was assumed.

As it were, the enema had left the dragon quite rattled. Her violent shaking, pitiful whining and wild eyes may have sunk a less experienced tamer into a panic. But Karma remained calm. The dragon's body was just working through an adrenaline and dopamine overdose. The intensity of the experience would be overwhelming. And her reactions to it, mind-shattering...

Ximiao had not resisted on the short walk from the 'enema corner' to the 'bath spot'. There, a set of manacles hung from the ceiling, and a second set was fixed to the floor. Karma was able to quickly secure the dragon's arms, legs and tail without trouble.

Pulled taut in the middle of the room, Ximiao remained helpless and exposed with her strict Mistress skulking about. Yet, in this small spot of the house, the intense and the unexpected were strictly forbidden. She would be bathed, and preened. Nothing more, and nothing less. With time, and consistency, being shackled on this spot would be enough for Ximiao to completely relax.

A moment of inviolable truce. One of a few necessary measures to safeguard Ximiao's mind from the strain of this new lifestyle, and the rattling discoveries it would lead her through.

Karma would need to find a way to stay focused.. She was an experienced professional. She could do this. Deviate attention. That's what she had to do. When it was growing overwhelming, interrupt the pattern with something else.

For instance, how she had to be naked in the cold room, or the frigid temperature of the water pooling around her bare paws. It was pumped from an underground hot spring, and the complex pipeline system aimed to cool the water on the way up. Into a tepid temperature in this particular room. It was taking forever to get there.

Karma would need a robe to stay warm during bath time. Something black and sexy. Intimidating like the dominatrix suit. A safe thought to keep herself distracted.

Ximiao let out a sharp cry, back arching away from the water as it hit her. The unpleasant sensation was bared tensely for a moment before she sank back onto the soles of her feet with a strained whimper. Despite the warm temperature of the water, the dragon trembled as Karma thoroughly hosed her down.

Gentle fingers smeared on shampoo began to knead tense muscles. Foam began to form and a flowery perfume soon replaced the unpleasant smell of drenched feathers.

Ximiao was tragically sensitive. As Karma worked her sides and belly, the dragon kept flinching and whimpering. A firm rubbing of the base of her tail unleashed a violent shudder, and tore a deep moan from her throat.

The crest feathers were scooped between foamy hands and scrubbed..

The scientific community classified dragons as reptiles. Officially, they were thought to be covered in spiky scales. And from a distance, it truly did seem that way. Their feathers reacted to light much like the hide of a snake, switching from pure white to black reliant on which angle it hit them from.

Over the years, reports of them being feathers popped up, but Karma was the first to ever have access to irrefutable evidence. She had a journal with sketches, and samples. It would revolutionize the field, because it had other evidence of dragons being as similar to birds as they were to reptiles.

A hand circled the dragon's hips, traced her crotch and down its dip into her sex. Another ventured in-between firm buttcheeks. Private parts impudently groped and fingered yet again, Ximiao groaned and raised up into her toes in a vain attempt to pull away.

"You have to stop making so much noise." Karma growled out. “Be quiet. And relax.”

She hurried to soap up those tantalizing spots, and pulled her hands away. Ximiao sank back onto the sole of her feet with a tired groan. Karma’s pussy tingled and tightened even more.

Having access to a dragon skeleton could of course settle all doubts. Finding vestiges of wings would be irrefutable evidence that they were, indeed, a species of bird. The only one who had grown arms, hands and a brain capable of higher cognitive functions like many mammalian species.

Resistance. Karma pulled at Ximiao’s ankle a bit harder. It would not budge. A third attempt, with both hands, legs on a firm squat. The feet remained firmly planted on the tiles…Fine. It wasn’t a big deal. She may keep her feet unscrubbed this one time. Karma moved on to the left leg. Ximiao fidgeted and writhed as her inner thigh was kneaded.

If there were no vestiges of wings, then dragons and modern bird species could not be connected. At some point, there had to have been a separation. Before the development of wings and the loss of distinctive reptilian features, but well into the evolution of their plumage.

Ximiao was staring at her. One hand dripping with shampoo, Karma set the ceramic pot back on the floor with the other, and then turned to meet her slave’s gaze. Even without the aid of the boots, there was a 10 inch difference in height and Ximiao found herself staring at Karma’s hefty breasts when she lowered her eyes in submission.

“You snapped out of it. That 's good. You’ll learn that it is okay to enjoy the things I do to you.”

The crazed look was gone, but the fear lingered. Clear on the dilated pupils, on the rapid rise and fall of her perky breasts. Its sweet scent mingled with the flowery perfume of the shampoo. Each signal grew stronger as Karma’s hands glided up Ximiao’s sides, up to her breasts. They cradled the firm mounds. Kneaded them. Turquoise nipples, erect in the cold air, were tweaked and rubbed. Quickly, at passing, to rid them of the gel and sweat that stained them.

...there was something so endearing about fear. It revealed the most innocent face of a creature. Something free of any masks. It wanted such simple things. To be left alone. To be left unharmed…

Hands moved up Ximiao's collarbone, across her neck, and up to cradle her face. They rubbed her small snout gently. Karma's heart skipped a beat when the dragon closed her eyes and leaned into the touch.

...it could be a trap…or her diligent efforts may have earned her some trust. It would not be violated…

Karma traced the dragon's snout, thumbs gliding across the brick of her nose and then over closed eyes. Cradling Ximiao's face, she reached the back of her ears and rubbed them. They flickered, the dragon leaning against her hands with abandon. There was no more tension on that body. No more trembling.

A few minutes of gentle ministrations was all it took. Like a feral; quick to anger, quick to fear, and just as quick to accept...

"You’re a good girl…"

“...mmmm…”

Karma pulled her hands away slowly, and moved to pick up the hose.

"...Karma…do Bagual kn..?"

“Be quiet, slave.”

Ximiao opened her mouth again, and Karma set the jet of water loose straight on her face. The dragon jerked her head away and sputtered. A sullen glare, but thankfully, not another word.

A ball-gag would be added to Karma’s on-the-go arsenal. Ximiao would bear it for an hour each time a word was spoken out of term. If she cursed or threatened, for two…Or 20-and 30-minutes for now. And 10 more would be added each time the affront was committed. No top limit. That would give the dragon an opportunity to correct the behavior before the punishment became too strenuous.

For now, however, Karma would have to let the affront pass with minimal corrections. She had failed to bring the tools to properly enforced discipline, and that was not her untamed slave's fault.

Foamy water cascaded down the dragon's body, tracing every curve and gentle mound. It pooled at their feet and spiraled down the drain, taking with it the aftermath of their intimate moments. Ximiao smelt like flowers now. It would be very satisfying to change that; to make her slave smell of leather, sweat and arousal all over again.

That taut body looked odd naked now. The body harness looked just so good on it. As if it had always belonged there…

Mammals shed. Brushing was an integral part of their daily lives. Across species, it was also an important social activity. Mothers would brush their cubs, pups, and foals; friends fussed over each other's furs; and lovers would reinforce their bond by tending to one another.

The equivalent amongst the feathered was preening. To dragons, the only social relevance of the activity was a temporary pause to the violence. It was frowned upon to attack someone tending to their plumage. But that was it. They did it alone, using their razor-like claws and teeth, and relying on sticks and trees for out-of-reach areas.

It had taken a lot of convincing, but Xizo had eventually allowed Karma to 'preen' him. It was through him that she learned so much about dragon feathers, and how to tend to them properly. Eventually, he offered to brush her in return. By the time the poor male disappeared, they had been spending about an hour or two a day fuzzing over each other.

Bagual had grown jealous of all the attention he was not getting, but his protests were met with reminders of the other dragon squatting on their farmstead, and his own weird friendship with her. Annoyed, the horse had stolen Karma's combs and attempted to replicate the preening/brushing rithual with Ximiao.

The request was refused. The one and only time Karma had seen Ximiao say no to Bagual. The first and only time she had seen anyone say no to Bagual. He had not taken it well. It offended him, and for weeks, the horse pestered all three of them over it.

Remarkably, he never tried to 'sneak it in'. There were plenty of openings. Ximiao loved to curl on his lap to nap, and dragons slept like logs. Once the dragon realized how good a freshly preened coat with premium canid combs felt, it would no longer be an issue.

"What if she doesn't...? And she cuts my dick off." The suggestion had scandalized him. He then grew somber, and delivered the warning of the day. "Dragons are not like you and me. Don't you fucking mess with them. I keep telling you."

That had not aged well.

It did surprise Karma that Ximiao reacted to the combs. After all the intense things imposed upon her already, why would something like this matter anymore? Yet she stared at the silver combs somberly.

"Why does it bother you so much? You know it doesn't hurt, right?"

Ximiao threw her a sullen glare, but said nothing. It was puzzling. Standing at the dragon’s back again, Karma ran the comb through silky feathers. Once, twice…

"...is...is preening a sexual thing to dragons..?"

"..."

“You must answer when I ask a question, slave.”

“...I don know…”

“...right…”

It was always humbling to realize all there was yet to discover about the dragons, and how limited their assumed truths were. Perhaps preening was a social activity. It was just never witnessed by Canid eyes. Just like a pregnant dragon was never seen. Or an egg. Or a baby…a hatchling…a chick…

...what was Xizo thinking during their preening sessions..? Is that why Bagual was so upset about it?! How did he know what it meant..?! And why wouldn't he explain it to her instead of acting like a brat!? That's why Ximiao kept saying no to him..!!

"It is not an obscure sexual foreplay thing where I come from." Karma snapped. "It's just brushing. It 's relaxing."

Ximiao sighed but let it go. Karma was thankful. Brushing would forever be associated with friendship, home, and safe moments with a loving partner. It was a welcomed pause. The dragon should be less reactive now too, and it would be easier to stay distracted…

“...stop fidgeting so much.”

"...my arms are numb…”

“When you learn to behave, we will do this in a more comfortable position.”

"...I won't fight you anymore..." Ximiao mumbled. "I have nowhere to go now."

"Do not take me for a fool, slave. You promised last night that you would kill me. If not today, then tomorrow, or in ten years...You will come around. And I will know before you do. But until then, you will be treated like the dangerous beast that you are.”

"..."

Dragon feathers were hydrophobic, and a second brushing would be needed. This time, with a special ointment that would counter the corrosive effects of the shampoo. Before starting with it, however, Karma toweled herself down and put the dominatrix suit back on. It didn't help much against the cold, but it was better than nothing. Especially for her poor paws, now encased once more on her thick leather boots.

"...Karma..?"

"It's Mistress."

"...do...do Bagual know what you doing..?"

The lid of the oil pot was opened. The delicate smell of the ointment had Karma moaning, ears flopping down. It was very expensive, and smelled like it. She couldn’t wait to see what its daily application would do to Ximiao’s plumage. It would become even more beautiful and soft.

Ximiao was restless throughout the second combing, and sighed often. Karma ignored it, and focused instead of what awaited them next. On the boots to be tested, and the questions that soon would be answered…About how dragons walked and ran…

Itching to frame all that whiteness with deep black leather, Karma rushed through the last of the combing. She marched then to the worktable and retrieved the harnesses and cuffs.

Ximiao held her gaze as she approached with the tack in hand. She looked pissed. Either because she did know that preening was a sexual thing and Karma just did it to her twice without consent. Or because her question about Bagual was seemingly going to go unanswered.

It was a big question. Karma did not want to answer it. Two big victories had been accomplished, and she wanted to enjoy them for a bit longer. To go back downstairs with

a masochistic emotionally underdeveloped creature and put her through her paces. Just a pet getting exercised, learning some discipline…

But it could not be ignored. Brought to the forefront of her mind, Karma needed an answer too. Clues that could shed some light regarding the second variable. Anything to help her prepare for what would happen once Bagual joined them.

Karma swallowed, throat suddenly very dry. She held the dragon's gaze before surrendering the simple answer.

"Yes. Bagual does know what I am doing. And he will join me, as your Master, once you're tamed."

"He'll like me better." The bitch's tongue sizzled out like a snake's, that horrid language of theirs all spits and eses. "We will rape your ass together."

Anger was the driving force behind many primal defensive behaviors. It made an animal aggressive and willing to fight for itself and the resources required to survive and reproduce.

Amongst the cognitively superior species, it was also used to manipulate others. Actively, to get one's way, or defensively, to hide emotions one may not want to share. Or acknowledge…

Karma kept staring at the dragon, trying to find something else. Those slitted eyes remained blazing. The anger shifted, but into mere confusion. Perhaps at Karma's impassive stare. It made her realize how things had changed so much so quickly. Just three days ago, such a comment would have devolved into an exchange of petty insults and gestures.

The threat had no bite behind it now. Too much had happened. Ximiao was no longer a rival, but…a pet. Chained and helpless. And Karma held the leash. She was in full control. It finally felt real. To both of them. Stared down, the bravado melted back into wary sullenness. The dragon's eyes lost their hateful glow, and sank down to the floor.

"You're a masochist, Ximiao. And it takes time and effort to satisfy someone like you."

She slapped the body harness against the dragon's taut body, and moved around to stand at her back. "Bagual...is a lazy lover. Have you not noticed, when you were peeping, who was on top most of the time doing all the work? You’ll be too much of a bother and he will bore you.”

Ximiao began to tremble, and flinched as each strap was cinched tight.

"He does love annal though. And double annal is a brilliant idea. We can focus on that. To make sure you can take it without problem once he joins me. And I guarantee you will love it."

The dragon let out a shaky whimper as the blindfold was pulled over her eyes.

"...y-you're lying! He doesn't know..!" All the effort put into the bath and the preening went out the window. Ximiao was trembling all over as she kept jerking against the grip of the restraints. There was a pitch of hysterics into her voice. "He knows not to mess with me!! And you're too stupid to!"

"You're going to hurt yourself if you don't knock that off."

"Go fuck yourself, Karma!!"

"It 's Mistress."

Ximiao let out a strangled noise. She had to understand by now that there might be no limits to what Karma could do to her. Their next stop could very well be the workbench and her ass was minutes away from taking a brutal fucking. Karma had not been kind the previous night. Struggling was useless. Protests and pleads were useless. She would be strapped down, heavily gagged, and fucked. Pain would be forced upon her; or worse, a pleasure so intense she would temporarily lose her mind.

It was a scary situation to be in.

"...p-please don't do it...You'll rip my ass..!"

Karma smiled. Anger was powerful, but taxing. Fear came more naturally. Sooner or later, it always won.

"I am an experienced professional, Ximiao. I will not hurt you if that is not my intent."

The snaffle was shoved into Ximiao's mouth. Straps were held taut to stop the dragon from struggling as the buckle was fastened. Attempts to speak continued until the tongue ties were put in place.

"I was going to spare you the muzzle for being so good during the bath...." Karma said, cinching the halter's belts as snugly as all the others. "But you've earned it back."

Ximiao's breathing came out in sharp quick whistles through forcefully clenched teeth, her eyes wild again. She kept fighting throughout the restraining process, even managing to throw Karma on her ass with a sharp twist of that powerful tail. It was exhausting.

There would be no double-anal fuckings any time soon, and perhaps letting Ximiao know this could have made things easier. But perhaps the pettiness in their relationship was not entirely gone. Indeed, Karma didn’t need to tell Ximiao anything aside from the rules to follow and the consequences for disobeying.

And now, they were both sore, panting and pissed. The moment of peaceful truce had switched into chaos in a second. Karma wanted a nap. That’s all she wanted now. Nothing could go smoothly. Everything had to get out of control all the damn time. The weight of restless nights never felt so heavy.

"I won't fuck you in the ass today, Ximiao, just walk!” She ended up screaming, the dragon refusing to get on her feet and walk despite the insistent pulling of the reins and the threat of a lashing. “I need a nap. You’re exhausting.”

The dragon stood on trembling legs and finally began to walk. They made it back downstairs without further issues. Karma retrieved the edging chastity belt, an annal plug and the biggest ball-gag on her arsenal, and took her slave back upstairs. To her bedroom and the comfy rug at the foot of her bed.