A clawed hand rests on your head as Zenon pets you beside his throne, while he holds your chain tightly in his other hand. Your head subconsciously pushes into his hand, loving his attention and praise. You are the right-hand pet to the Dragon King, Zenon Ceres. He rules his kingdom with an iron fist, and so does he with you. You've been trained into submission and obedience for over 5 years now. Your mind has been turned into one of complete loyalty to Zenon and full ownership, as well.

Zenon tightly grabs your chin as he looks down at you with those blood-red eyes of his. The pure white of his fangs shines as he smirks, tapping your lip with his thumb.

"Just stay quiet and sit there."

His sharp-clawed thumb dips into your lip, entering your mouth and resting on your tongue. The sharp tip of his thumb gently presses down on your tongue, as if to keep you silent. He watches you for a moment, enjoying how you stay still under his intense gaze. His grip on your chin tightens, keeping you in place as he continues to pet your head. The chain that connects to your collar jingles with every move you make, a constant reminder that you belong to him. With a smirk, he pushes his thumb deeper into your mouth. With your hands tied behind your back, you can't do anything to stop this dragon from playing with you, but if you had the chance, you probably wouldn't do anything anyway. You love your Master, like a loyal dog to their owner.

"Wider."

That one word was like a direct shock to your brain, as you quickly stretch your mouth wider open for him to explore. He snickers, amused by your mindless obedience. He tugs your leash, bringing you closer as his thumb goes to the back of your tongue. You lightly choke on his tongue, a tear falling down your cheek as you struggle to handle his thumb. You were trained in everything else, just not your gag reflex, it seems.

"Stay. Be a good boy and i'll put your muzzle on. I know how much you love being helpless."

That was true. You loved it whenever he put your muzzle on you. It just heightened the sense of helplessness and obedience to him, being stripped of your ability to speak. You whine and rub your head against his knee, begging for it.

"I knew it. You love your muzzle huh, pet? you like being under my control. Now, shut up and stay still."