.. I beseech you. M-My arms... a-are being pulled... from their s-sockets.” The woman was swinging in her chains about a foot off the ground. Veneti... regarded her callously, wondering how many times she had chained up a slave similarly. She motioned to a nearby Overseer. “Attach a twenty-pound weight to her ankles,” she instructed. “Then perhaps her arms WILL leave their sockets.” She leaned towards the woman. “You do not call me ‘Madam’,” she rasped. “You address me as Highness.”. “That is because I picked them up when I gave you your yoghurt. Just a sore throat I think you said.” Uh oh. There’s that tone, the one that rings alarm bells in my head. “And a fuzzy head. It’s nothing, I’m fine. Stop babying me!” Now there are different alarm bells going off in my head. The ones that scream and tell me to run. I watch you as you frown down at me, I think you are debating whether to lecture me or spank me. I don’t want either, my head hurts and you are annoying me now. You sit. .You enter my hotel room dressed in your new white dress with the Humming Birds on, black stockings and high heels and a handbag over your shoulder – “What do you think Daddy, do you like it?” you ask as you walk up and down – I say “Oh yes, very girly – but what slutty underwear do you have on underneath? – you turn your back on me, spread your legs a little and lift up the dress to your waist – before me is a beautiful sight – your legs encased in the black stockings – the white thighs. All dragons were male, it seemed, and their long lives meant their sex drives were almost non-existent. However, once every few decades, a dragon of youthful age and of their equivalent of royal linage would suddenly bloom into sexual maturity and have an intense need to mate. Given their race was exclusively male this meant finding females of different species to reproduce with and, for some reason, it was believed among dragonkind that human females of a certain higher class of breeding made.