Drake got no real sleep that night. Every time he slipped into slumber his body would relax, and he'd put weight on his sore arms, waking him up again. He ended up watching the sun rise though the massive windows that faced out over the valley. He watched the silver dragon swoop and spiral over the land, then fly off into the distance.
The doors to the PR opened, and one of the household trainers walked in, dragging a slave behind him. He hauled the slave, a red head, into the side room, where he locked the slave in one of the cages.
They were the only people Drake saw all morning. His stomach gurgled and his thirst welled, but nobody came in. He daydreamed of going driving around in the Jeep, of going to parties, and eating and drinking real food. The welts from yesterday's caning still hurt and any movement he made brought on new bouts of pain.
Drake had started dozing again when the doors opened. Mistress Raell strode in, back in her half dragon form.
Drake trembled from both muscle exhaustion and fear as the taloned feet clicked their way over the floor towards him.
Raell looked at the trembling slave before her. She could feel the fear that coiled through him, and she reveled in it. Every being with a brain feared her, and while in her friends and allies the fear annoyed her, in her slaves it brought a smile to her face.
Drake felt Mistress Raell unclip his arms, and as she released him he collapsed to the ground. He shuffled himself into the Dragon bow position, hoping she planned to feed and water him.
A clawed hand wrapped around his lower jaw, lifting his head up. Mistress Raell gestured him to kneel, and he obeyed. She looked him over, and it was all he could do to not collapse to the ground. He was utterly exhausted, and his whole body ached. Mistress Raell seemed to sense this, and snapped her fingers and pointed at the cell in the back.
"Go and rest for a bit, pet. I'll be back down in a bit to run through what you learned yesterday, and then we can finish off the wall and start on the next stage of your training."
Drake slowly crawled over to the cell. His shoulders screamed with every movement, bringing tears to his eyes. He curled up in the cell, thankful for the pad at the bottom. He drifted off to the sleep of the truly exhausted, not even noticing that Mistress Raell had not closed the cell door.
Raell exited the room, annoyed at herself for leaving the slave tied up all night. However, she needed to get some work done- the giant plantation nor her numerous businesses could not run themselves- and eat lunch. Then she had a few arrangements to make for the party she was holding, and make sure her guest list was correct. Her thoughts turned to the next week, where a date of great importance arose.
The Goddess Day. A day every species, except humans, celebrated. The day had originated with her race, the dragons, celebrating the Silver Goddess Raill, who had created the dimensions and breathed life into her personal species. It was also Raell's birthday. As a tribute to the Silver Goddess, Raell had been named after her. Silver dragons were rarely born, but a silver born on the Silver Day itself? That was unthought-of. Of course, after the Demon war, no dragons were left to celebrate the day with her.
Raell shrugged off the sad thought, not wanting a genocide from so long ago to put a damper on her day. She strode to her office and set about getting her work done. Lunch was brought to her- fruits native to her world along with a few choice cuts of meat. She ate then went over the party plans, double checking everything. Satisfied that her work was done, for now at least, she headed downstairs, making sure to stop in the kitchen first.
Drake subconsciously heard the doors open, and found himself awake. Unsure why, he turned to see Mistress Raell entering the PR. He bowed, cringing as his shoulders throbbed.
The smell of fresh bread and grilled chicken hit his nose. His mouth started to water, and it took a lot of concentration to not drool on the floor.
Raell set the bowl of food in front of the bowed slave, then placed another bowl- this one full of water- next to it.
"Relax and eat, pet." She ordered, turning to go sit in one of the chairs in the room.
Drake took to the water first, thrilled when he realized Mistress Raell had enchanted it so that it would not empty. The food was delicious, and he even licked the bowl when he was done, not wanting to miss a drop of the dressing that had been on the chicken. Done, he looked around quietly, unsure what he was supposed to do.
Mistress Raell answered his questions, despite Drake not asking them out loud.
"Go take the bowls back to the kitchen then come back down."
Drake raced to obey, ignoring the pain his movement made. Upon return he started to kneel in front of his Mistress, awaiting orders.
"Stand up. We're going to do a run through of everything you learned yesterday and the day before." Mistress Raell said.
He spent the next hour getting her every whip, paddle, cane, flogger, or other tool she asked for. He did not get even one wrong, which he was proud of. He was getting the hang of it!
Raell chuckled slightly at her newest pet's thoughts. He was kneeling in front of her, awaiting orders. She reached forward and ran her fingers through his scruffy hair, simultaneously healing the muscle aches from a night of standing. She left the cane welts, however, deciding that a full healing would delete the effect of yesterday's punishment.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Drake did not know what possessed him to thank her, but as he felt the pain fade away he did. She kept running her fingers through his hair, humming softly. Reaching down, she undid the bit and bridle still on his head. Drake blinked- he'd forgotten about it completely, not even noticing it when he had eaten.
"Okay, Drake. The final section on that wall is electronic stuff. Get this right and we'll move on."
She had him fetch cattle prods, shock collars, Tasers, and different shock boxes. With every item he got wrong Mistress Raell would shock him five times with a smaller shocker. He learned to fear the soft hum of the device while it charged, whimpering every time he got an object wrong. To his relief Mistress Raell had less electronic gear than she had of the whips, paddles, and crops. He got the feeling she didn't actually like electricity, but did not ask her about it.
Finally, Raell was satisfied Drake knew every object on the wall. She got up, tired of sitting in the chair. She looked over her newest pet, admiring the bronzed skin, rippling muscles, and honeyed brown hair. He was gorgeous, a true work of art, or he would be once all that extra hair was removed. Reaching down she took a handful of the long brown hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to look at her. He shuddered softly under her steady gaze.
Drake kept his eyes straight while she looked him over, but the second she released his hair he dropped his eyes. He was conscious of his nudity and the plug still in his ass. Mistress Raell gestured him to stand up, and he obeyed.
Raell wasn't one for body hair, and none of her house pets were allowed it. Walking over to where she had set it before, she collected the tool used to remove it and handed to him.
"This wand removes unwanted hair. Here in the house that means all of your body hair, from legs to armpits. It removed the hairs by pulling them out same as a wax would, but without the mess. There are a bunch of these downstairs in the shower room- I'd recommend including a go over with the wand as part of your morning shower."
"Yes, Mistress."
"I'm going out for a bit. Shower, shave, then go upstairs and wait in my room."
"Yes, Mistress."
Drake had no doubt she was going flying- she'd
been fidgety all afternoon and the massive windows and open rooms had giving him the impression that the dragon was a being of open places, not confining buildings. As he walked he heard a joyful roar outside, which brought a smile to his lips.
Heading downstairs, Drake walked bowlegged due to the plug still in his ass. She'd wanted him to shave completely, but the harness and plug would make it difficult to get every ass hair. He wondered what she'd do if she found a hair.
He walked into the open shower room, collecting soap and shaver as he went. He'd left the other one upstairs in its place on the wall. He soaped and scrubbed, then looked over the waxing wand. It looked like a white flat rectangle with a handle attached. A switch was built into the handle.
Flipping the switch, he could feel the device hum much like an electric razor would. Testing it, he passed it over his leg. He yelped as the wand ripped out each hair it passed over, leaving him with a bare pink patch on his leg.
Gritting his teeth Drake ripped off another patch of hair, watching it swirl down the drain. He finished that leg, making sure to go over it again twice to get any rogue hairs. The other leg was easier now that he knew what to expect. Drake stared at his dick, trying to picture how bad the removal of his public hair was going to be.
