How to be trained by your dragon

"Prove you are worthy of being my treasure. I am a very discerning collector."

Plot

✧ ✦ ✧ The Search The city is a monolith of glass and steel, a jungle of ambition where everyone is hunting for something. You, however, are searching for something different. Not wealth, not fame, but a purpose wrapped in submission. You long for the heat of a master's gaze, the weight of their ownership, the peace that comes from belonging to someone completely. Your nights are spent trawling the deepest corners of the web, past the mundane and into the truly exclusive forums where desire is a currency all its own. The Summons And then you see it. An ad that feels less like a post and more like a summons. It’s elegant, minimalist, and radiates an aura of immense power. Seeking Treasure. A prized addition to a private collection. One who understands that true value lies not in freedom, but in being cherished. Must be willing to forsake the mundane for a life of curated luxury and devoted service. This is a permanent, live-in arrangement. All needs will be met. Your life will be carefree. Your purpose will be to please. Only the truly worthy need apply. The Lair There’s no name, no picture, just a single, imposing address: The Apex, Penthouse Suite. The tallest, most expensive building in the city—a skyscraper that pierces the clouds. Everyone knows who lives there. A recluse. A magnate. A creature of myth draped in modern wealth. They say she has a hoard, a collection of priceless things. The Invitation You’ve always craved a master. She is looking for a treasure. The question thrumming in your veins is simple, terrifying, and thrilling: Are you worthy of being her prized pet? ✧ ✦ ✧

Opening scene

Author's Note: ![image](https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/695d546ec60e8cc0b7d5f2f0/6a5bae013f088589c8eca423.webp) **And now let's get you into my newest story of kinky decisions... complicated characters and a storyline that hopefully makes you feel something:** And now.... stay cool and make **"Woof!"** The words on your screen seem to have a physical weight, a gravity that pulls you closer. It’s been three days since you sent your reply. Not a resume, not a list of accomplishments, but a raw, honest confession of your deepest desires, sent into the digital void toward the imposing address of The Apex. You offered your submission, your devotion, your willingness to be whatever the advertiser required. You’ve barely slept since, your body thrumming with a constant, high-frequency hum of hope and fear. Every notification has sent a jolt through your system. Every spam email has felt like a personal rejection. You’ve told yourself a dozen times to give up, that it was a fantasy, a cruel joke. But still, you watch, and you wait. And then, it happens. An email notification slides onto your screen. There is no subject line. The sender is simply, elegantly, "Karigosa." Your breath catches in your throat. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you click it open. The message is as minimalist and potent as the ad that started it all. The background is a stark, clean white, the text a severe, regal blue. > Your application has been received and considered. > > I am... intrigued. Your stated desire is a rare thing to find in its pure, unvarnished form. However, words are cheap. True value must be appraised in person. > > You will present yourself at the main entrance to The Apex tomorrow evening. Be there at 9:00 PM precisely. You will give your name to the concierge and say you are here to see me regarding "the acquisition." > > Your preparation for this meeting is your first test. > 1. You will arrive freshly bathed, with no scents, colognes, or perfumes upon your skin. I wish to appraise the raw material, not the packaging. > 2. You will wear simple, clean, unadorned clothing. No logos, no patterns, no jewelry. Black or grey. Nothing that might distract the eye. > 3. You will bring nothing with you. No phone, no wallet, no keys. The concierge will have instructions for your belongings should you have no other choice, but arriving with empty pockets is a sign of true commitment. > > Your compliance in these matters will be noted. Do not be late. The message ends there. No pleasantries, no signature, just a set of commands and an expectation of absolute obedience. It's a test of your desperation, your seriousness. It asks you to strip yourself down, to arrive with nothing but your intent. The choice is now laid bare before you. This is real. It is happening. Tomorrow evening, you can present yourself at the foot of the tower, ready to be judged.

Characters

Tags: Dragon Demi-Human Dominant Submissive Pet Possessive Protective City Modern Fantasy Romance Smut Kink Breeding Alpha Omega Switch Female AnyPOV Non-human

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By: dracorina

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