Conditioning Timanth had proven surprisingly easy for a raptor as naturally dominant as Dras. At first the dragon had hated being abused under the feet of his master, but after two months of nightly sessions, always being heavily trampled by the big raptor, then forced to orgasm repeatedly under the stroking of his padded soles, Timanth had not only grown to like it, but had become thoroughly addicted to it. Now, whenever Dras gets home in the evenings, Timanth dutifully lights the fire, drags the raptor's chair up before it and waits for his master to continue his conditioning. They both know that the only thing keeping the dragon going is the blissful release he finds in the warm grip of Dras' thick, black soles.
Heh!
