The Pet
It was the tenth day since she had clawed her way free of the hell she had brought upon herself.
In the living room of the nest, Elion sat leaning back against the sofa, reading a novel while continuously sipping the black tea the protagonist was described as drinking.
The title was The Princess's Collar.
Even from the cover alone, it was obvious at a glance that this was a BDSM romance. The story began with the usual cliché of a princess and her servant falling in love, but as the pages turned the relationship inverted. The servant, having sensed the princess's masochistic and submissive nature, slowly gaslit her until he became the master and she the slave. That process was depicted in meticulous, unhurried detail—and it slotted perfectly into Elion's fetishes.
With every page she turned, her breathing grew a little quicker. From the scene in the palace garden onward she began to masturbate, drool spilling from her lower lips as she flipped the pages.
The princess crawled on all fours, her arms and legs folded and locked in restraints. A leather collar circled her throat; the servant held the leash and leisurely led her on an outdoor walk. In the royal garden no one else could enter, on the grass beneath the sun, he toyed with her and took her at his leisure. The princess, who had drunk black tea just before the walk, soon began to beg for permission to pee.
When the servant refused, she twisted her body this way and that while still on all fours, but it was not long before yellow urine streamed down between her thighs, soaking the grass and pooling beneath her knees.
The princess flushed with shame and hung her head, yet the servant only yanked the leash harder and said,
"Your Highness cannot even hold her own piss properly, can she?"
In the end, under the servant's gaslighting, the princess swore to become his eternal slave.
Elion's breathing turned rougher still. The hand turning the pages trembled.
When she finally finished the book she had climaxed three times, yet something still felt missing. Even as her juices soaked everything beneath her, Elion knew exactly what that missing piece was.
...I want... to be like that too...
Lately she had almost completely discarded any dragon's dignity, yet she still took a certain pride in the fact that she was a dragon, and so she had been restraining her own perversions. The most recent time she had indulged in restraint sex had been a full ten days ago—quite the feat of self-control, for her.
At last Elion closed the book, leaned back against the sofa, and let out a long sigh while staring at the ceiling.
"...I want to do it again."
She muttered the words under her breath, then slapped her own mouth with her palm. Had she not just been through that mess only days ago, and already she was craving more?
In an effort to restrain herself she even began chanting the eastern mantra meant to sever worldly desires—Namu Amitabha—yet soon a sense of injustice welled up. What was a dragon's dignity worth, that she should care so much about it? No—was it not far more humiliating for a dragon to be unable to do what she wanted simply because she was a dragon? The problem last time had been that she lost control halfway through. This time she would simply stay within a range she could control. As long as she enjoyed herself under her own command, what was the issue?
Having finished rationalizing, she called for Lowen.
"Lowen."
"Yes, Lady Elion."
"...There's a Hitoinu Constraint Apparatus in the warehouse, isn't there?"
Lowen's eyes widened slightly, then returned to their usual calm.
"Yes. The restraint apparatus you designed yourself long ago is still stored there exactly as it was."
Elion stroked the book's cover with her fingertips and gave a quiet order.
"Bring it."
Lowen bowed without a word and headed for the warehouse. A short while later he returned carrying a large leather box. When he opened it, the metal Hitoinu Constraint Apparatus that Elion herself had designed and forged long ago was revealed.
Most of the apparatus was made of hard adamantite alloy; thick leather pads had been added at the elbows and knees so that prolonged crawling would not injure the wearer. Fingers and toes were completely enclosed in leather pouches, then locked to rigid metal braces at the shoulders and hips so that they could not move at all. In addition, the collar, waist belt, and wrist and ankle cuffs were all connected by heavy metal into a single piece; once worn, it was impossible to remove by oneself.
Of course, during an early test of its restraining power her back had itched and she had unconsciously shattered the arm restraints to scratch it—after which the thing had been banished to the warehouse. But now that she possessed the Control Core, she would be able to use it properly.
Elion looked down at the apparatus, drew a shallow breath, and met Lowen's eyes squarely.
"Lowen. Listen carefully. From this moment I am giving you four commands. These commands take absolute priority over any other orders."
Lowen dropped to one knee and bowed his head.
"Your commands."
Elion spoke slowly, clearly, word by word.
"First. The safeword is Liberta. The moment I say 'Liberta,' you will immediately end all training and release the restraints. This is the most absolute rule."
"Understood. Safeword 'Liberta' registered."
"Second. From the instant I am restrained, you will treat me as your pet and sex slave and train me accordingly. In speech, in behavior—in every respect—you will thoroughly handle me like a dog."
A strange light flickered in Lowen's eyes, but Elion, blinded by lust, did not notice.
"Third. Every evening at nine o'clock, you will ask me whether to raise the intensity of the training. If I do not clearly refuse, you will raise it by one level."
"Second and third absolute commands registered."
"Fourth. All of these rules begin the moment I am fully wearing this Hitoinu Constraint Apparatus and continue until the restraints are released."
"Final absolute command registered."
Elion finished speaking and looked at Lowen.
"Now connect the Control Core to the apparatus."
Lowen rose quietly, pressed the Control Core against the back of the Hitoinu Constraint Apparatus, and integrated them.
"Connection complete."
"Now restrain me."
Unable to hide her excitement, Elion's voice trembled; Lowen first fastened the choker of the Hitoinu Constraint Apparatus around her throat.
A heavy click sounded, and the linked Control Core began draining Elion's strength.
Next he locked the metal frames padded with leather at her elbows and knees, slipped her fingers and toes into the leather pouches, and secured them firmly to her shoulders and hips. Finally he bound the waist belt and the wrist and ankle cuffs as well.
Click. Click. Click.
The sound of every magic lock sealing itself echoed through the nest. From this moment the restraints could not be opened by anything except the mana within Lowen's own mana core.
When Lowen stepped back, Elion settled onto all fours on the floor. She experimentally tried to move her fingers and toes; they remained completely trapped inside the leather pouches. Her elbows and knees, fixed by the metal frames, forced her perfectly into a quadrupedal posture.
Lowen clipped a leash to the choker around Elion's neck and spoke in a low, firm voice.
"From this moment you are my pet and sex slave. Human speech is not permitted. Answer only with 'woof.'"
"Woof!"
Lost in lust, Elion failed to notice the subtle wrongness—and even if she had noticed, it would already have been too late.
Lowen gave the leash a light tug and led her to one corner of the living room. A thick white puppy pad had already been laid out on the floor. It was a brand-new one just taken from its package, yet the visual and psychological pressure the pad itself exerted remained undiminished.
"Do your business here."
Lowen's voice was calm yet unyielding.
Elion stayed on all fours and shook her head. Her restrained fingers twitched uselessly. She deliberately twisted her body sideways, trying to settle down away from the pad.
"Woof...! Woof-woof!"
The barks clearly carried the meaning of refusal, yet to Lowen they looked like nothing more than adorable defiance.
Without a word Lowen slowly raised his hand above Elion's rump—then brought his entire palm down hard.
Slap!
The sharp sound rang through the living room. Elion's body jerked; the restraints nearly toppled her.
"Woof......!!"
A second strike, a third. The successive palm-blows landed on exactly the same spot. Hot heat bloomed across the skin that was rapidly turning red.
"Even if you hold it, you cannot hold it forever."
Slap! Slap!
On the fourth blow the insides of Elion's thighs began to tremble. She had been drinking black tea nonstop while reading the novel; her bladder was already at its limit. She clenched her teeth, but her greatly weakened body was driven to the edge.
In the end Elion could not hold it.
Sssssss......
A warm yellow stream equal to four cups of tea poured uncontrollably from between her thighs. The reeking urine overflowed the puppy pad, spread across the floor, and soaked into the soft carpet.
Elion flushed to the tips of her ears and hung her head in shame. Lowen clicked his tongue as he looked down at her.
"Tsk. I told you to do it on the pad."
He yanked her leash and dragged her back to the exact center of the puppy pad, but her bladder was already nearly empty. Only a few final drops fell.
Lowen thought for a moment, then quietly rose and went into the next room. When he returned he held a catheter connected to a clear tube and a small injector-like device. At its tip was a connector designed to link with Lowen's own pseudo-genitalia.
Elion's eyes widened.
Th-that is......
Lowen knelt behind her, gently lifted her restrained hips, and slowly inserted the thoroughly lubricated catheter. Elion shuddered and gave a small whimper—"Woof......!"—but she had no means of resistance.
Once the catheter was deep inside her bladder, Lowen adjusted his lower body and fitted the connector. Then, slowly—very slowly—he began the injection.
Warm artificial urine refilled Elion's bladder. At the sensation she twisted her body again and made sounds close to moans.
"Woof...... woof-woof......!"
"Be quiet. I am simply refilling what you wasted. You should be grateful."
When the injection finished, Lowen withdrew the catheter and seated Elion on the puppy pad once more. This time there was no resistance. With her bladder full again, Elion herself pressed her hips down onto the pad—
Sssssssss......
—and carefully, properly, urinated onto it. After the last drop fell she panted, looking up at Lowen while wiggling her hips in a coquettish plea.
Lowen stroked Elion's head with his hand and spoke in a low voice.
"Good girl. You peed so prettily."
At that touch the base of her tailbone—the fake tail attached to the apparatus—gave a little quiver. An indescribable satisfaction exploded inside Elion's brain.
Watching her, Lowen soon picked up the black silicone dildo he had prepared nearby. It was the one Elion had used most often.
"Time for a reward."
Before she could even think of resisting, the dildo pushed in slowly yet inexorably. Elion braced herself on all fours and trembled. Lowen varied the rhythm, driving her hard—fast, slow, deep, shallow. It was not long before Elion arched her back and climaxed.
"Woof......! Woof-woof-woof!!"
Her whole body convulsed; clear fluid sprayed across the pad once more.
Lowen slowly withdrew the dildo and whispered into Elion's ear.
"...Well done, bitch. Keep it up just like that."
At those words Elion panted heavily and rubbed her body against Lowen's leg. He continued stroking her head for a while, then went to the kitchen and returned with two dog bowls—one filled with water, the other heaped with brown dog kibble.
The moment Elion saw them she instinctively tried to back away, wanting to shout that this was too much.
"Woof! Woof-woof!!"
Inside her head she was screaming I don't want this, I won't eat that!, yet somehow only dog barks came out of her mouth.
...Huh?
Only then did she remember. Twenty years ago, when she designed the Hitoinu Constraint Apparatus, she had enchanted it with a curse that forbade any speech except the language the master permitted.
Elion desperately tried to protest in human words, but
"Woof-woof! Woof......!!"
—only more pitiful barking emerged.
Whether he knew or not, Lowen calmly spanked her rump once.
Slap!
"Eat."
Another slap.
"Woof......"
In the end Elion lowered her head. Restrained as she was, she had no other choice; she buried her face in the bowl. Kibble entered her mouth. The texture was drier than expected—salty, faintly repulsive, yet strangely addictive. She chewed slowly, very slowly.
Lowen looked down at her and stroked her head once more.
"Good girl, our Eli."
A light shudder of climax ran through Elion as she chewed the kibble.