The surprise reordering of the Wheel of Fate had been highly disruptive to the college plans of both Setta, dragon, and Terra, mouse. Instead of being second-highest and ascending, dragons were suddenly second-lowest and descending. Instead of being absolute lowest, mice were suddenly second-highest and descending. In more personal terms, instead of having a private suite and wardrobe, Setta had suddenly ended up in the slave pools waiting to be chosen by a new owner - and instead of waiting in the slave pools, Terra was free to select that lovely red-scaled dragoness who a day before she'd been so wistfully hoping to be chosen by.

The collar was snug around Setta's neck as Terra tugged on the leash. Her wrists were tied above her head, fastened so an overhead rope could pass through the wrist-binding, letting her move forward and back. A cuff on her tail held it pulled up to her collar, exposing her bare ass. And otherwise she was completely stark naked out on the slave-training grounds right in the middle of the most popular quad on campus. Everyone liked watching the slaves learning their lessons, after all.

"Keep it moving!" chortled her mouse owner, tugging on the leash. Setta gritted her teeth as she kept stepping forward, walking along the knotted rope that was pulled tight against her crotch. The knots were soaked in some kind of oil; every time she was forced to force her privates over one, it squeezed out that oil and ground it into her crotch. Before the Wheel changed, just having the formula for dragon-specific Taming Gel would've been illegal for almost anyone, save the most extreme of criminal punishments. Now cans of Dragon-Recipe Taming Gel were on every slave-mart shelf.

She couldn't help it. The stuff burned at her pussylips, soaked her clit. She jerked mid-step and came. Terra grinned fiercely at her. "Say it!" she ordered.

Setta's face burned as she kept mincing forward after the leash. "My naked juicy pussy just came, walking naked in front of you all," she declared loudly, for all the watching higher-ranked students to hear. "That adds fifteen minutes to my total. I will be in the slave-racks for three hours and counting after this lesson is finished. Please feel free to play with my burning, tender privates and help teach me to be a good, enthusiastic slave."

"Good girl," Terra said, satisfaction in her voice. "By the end of this semester, you won't need the rope to let everyone see you dripping wet and blushing when I take you for walkies. I'll have so much fun trotting you around with your face all red and your cute little scaly pussy leaking down your legs. Aren't you looking forward to that too?"

Setta gasped out as she worked her way past another knot. And her cheeks blazed red. "Yes, Mistress. I'm so happy you're training my genitals to be a constant source of unhideable embarrassment, and making me your squirming humiliation-trophy."

Terra grinned and then nodded to the attendant. Setta nnnghed as he cranked the rope another notch tighter, then came out to rub a fresh dose of Dragon-Recipe Taming Gel onto the knots in front of her. "And you're going to be a good girl and say thank you to everyone who plays with your pussy while I'm taking my classes today? How do you like that?"

Setta squirmed in place, watching the attendant oiling up the knots more. "Yes, Mistress. I am going to love spending several hours being reminded that you can make my privates into a public plaything any time you like."

Terra smiled evilly. "Oh, we're not stopping here until you've earned yourself a full eighteen hours on display. I've got dinner plans. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." She nodded to the attendant. Who came back with the jar of gel, and rubbed a full dose directly onto Setta's clit. The dragoness howled and shuddered in place. And then red-facedly announced, "My naked juicy pussy just came, walking naked in front of you all. That adds fifteen minutes to my total. I will be in the slave-racks for three hours, fifteen minutes and counting after this lesson is finished. Please feel free to play with my burning, tender privates and help teach me to be a good, enthusiastic slave."

And Terra laughed and smacked her ass, and then tugged the leash. And as the next knot pressed against Setta's aching, oversensitive folds, she could only whine through gritted teeth and appreciate how lucky she was to have an owner who was so decisive, so dominant, and so magnificently relentless at putting her slavedragon so satisfyingly in her place, exposing and exploiting every weakness to make her into a dripping, creaming little bitch, just like a good slave craved.

It only took four weeks before she was leaking down her thighs when the leash tugged her naked across campus. Then another week of off-leash training for her to have a gleaming, naked pussy on display even without the pull at her collar. But it was a full five month training course, and of course her owner wasn't going to just skip to the final without getting every last class in. Every single mortifying display. Every single burning pussy creaming down the rope. Every single time she was strapped into the slave-racks afterward to let any passing student amuse themself with her privates. And with the Wheel of Fate's influence ensuring she had the proper slave-mindset, she adored every single humiliating moment of being molded into her owner's red-faced wet-cunt shame-trophy.