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Seven Tails: Tail 01

By: Justrex



9-13-14

Reposted by request

Seven Tails

Tail One: More Than The Heavens

(Sarabeth)

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One

Three months. Three whole months. I was getting a little crazy from being alone, even if I didn't prefer the company of most other people. I was far from used to behaving myself for so long. It was time that I did something about this situation. 

Three months ago I sold Randy and Amanda at the pony auction. It had been sort of a sad farewell, as they had been my pets, servants, ponies and bed partners for almost four years. They understood my reasoning and agreed to it. But it was still kind of sad to see them bought by a new Owner. I had words with him after the sale and it sounded like they were going to a good home. That did ease my heart a little bit.

Of course the fact that I sold them for close to twice what I had paid for them originally didn't hurt matters either. I'd taken them as a brand new recently indentured couple. Little more than slightly kinky swingers. They had only had a minimal bit of experience and I was their first full time Owner. When I put them back up on the auction block after four years in my household they were sold as a well trained domestic breeding pair. They were both now well-schooled in domestic service and how to entertain and please a Master or Mistress.

Even though he had paid twice what I had for them, their new Master and his wife were getting a bargain. They just didn't know it yet.

What Randy and Amanda didn't know was that I had taken the money I had gotten from their sale and set up a trust fund through one of my attorneys. If they stuck out the lifestyle for five more years the fund would have grown to three quarters of a million dollars. If they decided to retire after ten years it would be worth three times that. Enough to live on comfortably for a while if they were careful.

I was a sneaky bastard like that.

Don't tell anybody.

At any rate, I was in the market for a new pony or two. A good friend of mine had given me an introduction to the fetish pony world several years ago and I was now completely hooked. I flew or drove all over the country attending pony Gatherings and learning all that I could about training methods and the ins and outs of the trade. Two years ago I splurged and bought an immense recreational vehicle to travel in style here and there.

Being rather wealthy did have it's advantages, after all. And I was all about my own comfort.

Of course one of the afflictions of being wealthy was the greed that tended to accompany that condition. Since I could afford anything short of buying a small country, I was accustomed to getting what I wanted when I wanted and to hell with the consequences. Whatever I had my mind always craved more. Even though I was often content with my condition, the spoiled rich kid that dwelt in my subconscious always had it's greedy claws out grasping for more. I had to fight that sort of indolence in all of it's definitions daily.

But enough psychoanalysis.

What I wanted was champion exhibition ponies. At least two, maybe more. I'd been watching and studying the events at the Gatherings and there were four events that really caught my interest:

The Dressage: Three minutes of freestyle dance and compulsory skills preformed in full pony regalia in the arena. I had seen some absolutely riveting performances in this event. Even mediocre performers got me aroused and the best of them nearly made me weep.

The single and tandem sulky races: One or two ponies pulling their Owner or trainer in a small lightweight cart around the track, trying to outrun the other teams. Those ponies were always lithe and quick and I just loved watching their faces as they raced. I rarely even noticed who was riding behind in the cart.

The Steeplechase: One or more laps around a track jumping over obstacles. None of them as high as hurdles, just high enough that the ponies were compelled to leap over them at top speed and still maintain their footing as they raced each other. It looked to me as if that might be a bit hard on the knees and back, but it was an entertaining event.

The Chariot race: Much like the tandem sulky race but more intense. Two ponies pulled a mock chariot around the track against their opponents. The Owner or trainer in the chariot, rather than being just a weight to pull against in a sulky, actually had to help steer and guide his team around the track. It looked fun and challenging as hell.

I set my mind on having at least two ponies with an eye towards many more. Perhaps even starting my own training academy if I could get my methods down pat. With that goal in my mind, I had started remodeling the barn into a stable to keep my ponies in.

Sure, I could have kept them in the house. After all, I had plenty of room. But that sounded too soft. I wanted them to always be reminded of who they were and what they were meant for. Aside from keeping my bed warm on occasion, that is.

The competition. I wanted champions. Not just for my own aggrandizement, but to also prove a point to those old money blue blood Owners that assumed they had the best because they had the finest training facilities and all of the newest equipment. Most of them had looked down on me because I was new to the scene and scoffed when I mentioned my intention to enter into the events once I had trained a pony or two.

"Really, young man." Chuckled one. "Are you serious? That sort of thing takes years of training and practice. All sorts of hideously expensive equipment and the like. Go ahead and try, but I'm sure you will find it is more than you can afford. In both time and... assets."

He had no idea that my accumulated wealth was probably three times what his was. I didn't wear silk suits and have a chauffeured Bentley and wear my bank balance like a boutonniere on my lapel as so many of them did. Sure, I came from family money. To start with, anyway. I'd worked and invested until I didn't need to rely on the family coffers anymore. In my mind, my money was a tool to get what I wanted, not who I was or a reflection of my status.

My accomplishments, or those of my ponies, were going to be the deciding factor in my position in the fetish pony world. Not the size of the checkbook I had swinging between my legs.

They'd managed to piss me off, if you can't tell.

Another thing that I had decided was that I wasn't going to be content getting ponies from the auctions. There was rarely any of champion caliber put up for sale. Those were usually snapped up by the rich insiders before they ever made it to the auction block. I hadn't managed to make it anywhere near that inner circle yet. So if I was going to find a pony, it was going to have to be from outside.

But just how was I going to do that? Find a champion fetish pony out on the streets? Quite a conundrum. But I did love a challenge so I sat awhile and pondered.

I believe the word I was looking for was "Serendipity." While I was sitting around trolling the internet at BDSM websites one of my email accounts chimed announcing I had new mail. It was the Alex Winters account that I used when I was writing fiction and looking for hard to find items. Over the years I had developed a good list of contacts with people on the lookout for things that I might find interesting.

One of those contacts was a middle-level government employee in a certain agency that I won't name here. Early in his career he'd been an up and coming rising star in the agency and had thoroughly immersed himself in all the pay and perks that had accompanied his ascension through the ranks. But as these things often go, he'd managed to piss off someone who ended up being senior to him and his rapid rise had turned into a quick fall and he found himself more or less permanently marooned in the lower middle levels of the agency.

As such greedy and avaricious people often get, he'd grown accustomed to the opulent lifestyle and his new found status and equivalent pay left him completely unsatisfied. So he'd turned to alternative sources of income. Brokering things not readily available to the general public. So far he'd never stepped close enough to the line to be accused of espionage (as far as I knew), but he was definitely selling information and bits of tech that his agency would find severely uncomfortable.

At any rate, his latest email had a list of the things he was offering to myself and what ever other clients he might have at the time. Quite a lengthy roster this time. He must be desperate for money. Most of the things were nothing I would have a use for, unfortunately.

But there was one item about three quarters of the way down that caught my eye. A new combination drug invented by one of the agency's science labs for use on enemy agents and certain foreign nationals. It would render the subject unconscious in under three seconds, last about six to eight hours and allow them to awaken with little or no side effects. 

Except for the inclusion of the second drug, that is. I smiled. It was a time release aphrodisiac that lasted for about three days. My smile got even wider.

I transferred the money to his account without another thought.

Two

Three more months had passed. I'd given the new drug combination that I had acquired a thorough testing and it had passed with flying colors. I'd woken up with only a slight headache and a bit of fuzziness and a raging hardon that had lasted for a solid three days.

Ouch. I was pretty sure I never wanted to try that on myself again. I was also pretty sure that I had very nearly rubbed all of the skin off of my cock in those following three days.

When it finally wore off it was the first time in my life I could ever remember being happy about not being horny. Yikes. I slept for a couple of days straight and it was several more days before I could get a hard on without a sharp stinging in my poor abraded skin.

But the thought of using that on someone else made me smile. It would be a perfect tool to capture a new pony and train them right.

It must have been serendipity again. Or the God that watches over fools. Whatever it was that had me driving down that stretch of road at the exact moment. In my old beat up pickup truck in my comfortable clothes. Not in a hurry to get anywhere in particular. Sure, I was on my way to Salem to hit a book store that catered to certain... esoteric tastes in literature, but it wasn't like they were expecting me and it wasn't like they would never open again. And if I really wanted to, I could just have ordered the books online as I usually did.

But I was bored in the house and I wanted to get out and drive. I was in the middle of remodeling the stables and I had three of the six cages almost complete. Each time I stepped in there my heart ached for the time when I would have even one pony housed there, let alone six. The closer I got to completion the more I wanted to move forward.

Whatever the combination of circumstances, gods or fate that had me driving down that road at that time, I owe them my life. I was several miles out of Prineville and hadn't seen another vehicle on the road in quite some time. That suited me just fine. Being able to make my own schedule and being free to go where I wanted when I wanted made it that I could be traveling during the week when most everyone else was at work. I didn't really like most people as a rule. And almost everybody else in the world was a dangerous jackass behind the wheel of a car. I avoided them whenever I could.

It took me a moment to realize what it was I was seeing. At first it was just a distant speck of movement coming slowly closer and sometimes disappearing as I drove up and down the slow hills.

The first conscious thought that popped into my head was "Legs."

After that it was "Mmmm... nice..."

As my foot was stepping down on the brake trying not to appear too eager my mind was thinking "Holy mother of god, that girl is gorgeous." She'd turned as I approached and looked at me with the most beautiful cornsilk blue eyes that I had ever seen in my life and smiled like she was genuinely glad to see me. And as she turned even more of that wonderful body came into view.

The girl was small, just the way I like them. About 5'4" or so. She had firm legs poking out from almost obscenely short cut-off shorts that very nearly showed me the bottom of each ass cheek. The rest of her body was obscured by a cheap nylon frame pack slung over her shoulders and a large baggy flannel shirt which had seen better days. She wore scuffed and worn hiking boots and thick socks. Dangling down one side of the backpack I could see a long blond braid hanging down almost to the small of her back if it had been straight.

When she turned as I pulled over I could see a firm compact body and was acutely aware that she was not wearing a bra under her tight t-shirt. I immediately hardened and was glad I was wearing fairly loose jeans. That would have gotten quickly uncomfortable. And when she smiled at me I felt my both my blood pressure and my temperature rise several degrees.

"Would you like a ride, or are you happy just walking?" I tried to sound cool and unconcerned, but my heart was racing around in my chest like a wild thing trying to claw it's way out. And I was painfully aware what I had just said sounded really stupid. Good grief.

Ten seconds and I sounded like a teenager on his first date. Wow. Nice going, Max.

"Oh no, Sir! I'd love a ride. I've been walking like forever! Thank you, Sir!"

Each time the word "Sir" left her lips it was like a small lightning strike in my brain. I could even swear she capitalized it when she said it.

My brain sort of locked up for a few seconds. Luckily for me, she spent those few seconds taking off her pack and sliding it into the back of the truck. I came to just in time to hit the button to unlock the door as she opened it and slid into the passenger seat. She shot me another sunny grateful smile as she closed the door and even remembered to buckle her seat belt around her waist.

The girl must have been raised right.

"Thank you so much, Sir! I really do appreciate it..."

I swear to god if she calls me "Sir" one more time my pants are going to rip right open at the fly..

Nonchalantly I wave my hand and put the truck back into gear. "Don't worry about it, miss. It's my pleasure. You are the prettiest thing I have seen on this road in decades." She blushes and laughs softly. It's a nice blush. And it makes it just a little warmer in the cab of the truck. "So.. where are you headed?" She blushes just a little once more.

"You'll... probably think I'm an idiot if I tell you..."

"I'd never do any such thing. I promise. Even if you told me you were going to the moon I'd think you were serious about it." She sat and looked at me funny for just a moment.

Then she said "That is probably the most straightforward compliment I have ever heard in my life. Thank you... Sir." My heart skipped a beat again. She was silent for a minute or two. I was good with that. We just watched the road as I drove. Or I did, anyway. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was looking about a thousand miles down the road. Or trying to look inside her own brain. Either way, the girl wasn't there in the truck with me for that moment.

Finally she nodded just a little and said "I'm going to California. Los Angeles, to be specific."

"Gonna be in pictures?"

"You're laughing at me."

"Nope." I shook my head. "I never would do it, miss. I'd never laugh at you."

There was another moment of silence. Then she muttered "You are the oddest man..." After a brief pause she continued.

"You might think I'm foolish, but I want to act. I've never... done much of that, but... something inside me really wants to perform for people. I think it would just make me glow from the inside knowing that I could make people happy like that. Although..." Another slight pause... "The thought of being up on a stage in front of people makes me really nervous. I'd need a lot of training first, I know. But..." She looked at me across the seat.

The word "Training" echoed back and forth in my brain, seemingly for hours before I realized I was still in the truck and driving and she was talking to me.

"You think I'm silly, don't you..." I shook my head again.

"Not one bit miss... um..."

"Sarabeth... Sarah... Sarah... Andrews." I grinned and shook my head a third time.

"Got a stage name already, huh? You need to practice it more." That got a little laugh to pop from her lips.

"Abernathy. Sarabeth Quinn Abernathy." She stopped suddenly and said "I haven't told anybody my full name in ages. How did you do that?" The she continued. "From Martensdale, Iowa." This time she shook her head with a little chuckle. "Isn't that just the most nowhere place you have ever heard of?"

"Smaller than Powell Butte, Oregon?" I waved a hand out the window. "Home of the Boring Lava Fields?"

"You're kidding."

"Nope. Would I kid you?" She looked at me.

"You probably would." Her stomach made a little growling noise.

"When was the last time you ate anything?" Her face reddened and she waved her hands.

"Don't worry about me, Sir. I'm..." Before the word "fine" could leave her mouth her stomach rumbled again. Loud and long. A deep flush spread over her cheeks.

That settled that.

We stopped in the real town of Powell Butte, just over the hill from the Boring Lava Fields, and had an early lunch at a little cafe I stopped at now and then. I had some kind of sandwich and she ordered the chicken and dumplings at my recommendation. Just the mention of that made her face light up. It was, much to my everlasting surprise, her very favorite meal. In truth I was so captivated by this girl the waitress could have served me an old shoe or some wet cardboard between two slices of bread and I wouldn't have noticed. Under the thin guise of chivalry I had allowed her to walk ahead of me and what I saw made my heart race even faster. She was athletic without being too pumped up to look soft and beautiful at the same time. Her legs were nicely muscled and she had a grace to her movements that almost made me drool. She looked and moved like the kind of girl who would get up and run three or four miles every morning, just to clear her head.

If this girl wasn't a perfect pony I'd eat my hat. Whole. Raw. With onions. And I hate onions.

She was drop-dead gorgeous in my eyes. Not Playmate of the Year material, but those girls weren't real, anyway. They were all makeup and silicone and botox with a dash of photoshop thrown in for good measure. Sarabeth was real and sweet and small, just the way I loved my girls. And the fact that she called me "Sir" at the end of almost every single sentence was driving me wild. There was a burning need in my heart to have her say it and really mean it.

My mind and my thoughts became crystal clear in a flash. Sarabeth Abernathy was going to become my first champion pony. Hopefully the first of many. But she was going to be my first. And the greatest achievement of my life.

There was a small argument about the check when we had finished eating. She drew a small handful of rumpled bills out of one pocket and I waved her away and paid it myself. I eyed the small wad of cash and figured she maybe had thirty dollars there. Nowhere near enough to make it all the way to L.A. If things were going to turn out differently, I would have found a way to slip a couple of hundred bucks into her backpack before she got out of my truck.

How is it that I could be such an incredibly nice guy and such an evil bastard in the same breath? I shrugged. It was a mystery.

My hands shook with excitement just a bit as we both climbed back into the truck and started down the road again. Sarabeth was smiling and content sitting in the passenger seat with her belly full. She had thanked me several times for her lunch and had called me "Sir" each time. I had noticed that she had this way of lowering her eyes when she called me that name. So very submissive the girl was, whether she realized it or not. I was pretty sure, from the reactions or lack of them to my subtle little dropped hints during our conversation, that she had no idea that the BDSM world even existed.


Seven Tails: Tail 01



I'm afraid the girl was going to wake up and wonder if she was in a nightmare. Hopefully, I could help make the transition from simple country girl to willing fetish pony a little easier and much less frightening. It wouldn't be easy and I'd feel some severe pangs of guilt, to be sure.

But I had a feeling in my gut that this was the right thing to do. For me and for her. The girl was obviously submissive and if she fell into the hands of some of those other Dom/mes out there in the world they would not know how to treat her right. Besides, she had only turned eighteen six months before today. Too many bad people out there willing to take advantage of a young girl like her.

Like yours truly, for example.

But I did allow myself a huge dash of hubris to imagine that I would be the perfect master for this beautiful girl. 

Glancing over at her as she sat in the passenger seat I wondered what she was thinking about. We'd talked quite a bit in the diner. I'd managed to draw out as many personal details as I could in the short time we had there. Used all of my little psychological tricks. All of that studying was finally starting to pay off, it seems. Several times during our conversation she had stopped and said "Why did I just tell you that? I've never really told that to anybody before." And, just before we rose to have our argument about paying the check, she leaned over and put her small soft hand on my arm and said "I know that I just met you and don't know very much about you, but... Thank you, Sir. You make me feel really... comfortable. I haven't..." She took her hand back and waved it for a second and then patted my arm again. "Thank you, Sir."

Once again there was that little lowering of her eyes as she said it. And once again there was a small electrical storm deep inside my nervous system.

"So... where do you see yourself in your future, miss Sarabeth?" She gave me a little smile and her cheeks colored slightly as she lowered her eyes again.

"You needn't to be so formal with me, Sir. I'm not anybody special. I'm just... Sarabeth." I patted my hand on the seat near by but not quite touching her leg.

"And you need to have more confidence in yourself, Sarabeth. From what I have seen and heard in this short time you are a very sweet and smart and amazing young lady. You are very special just by being who you are. Don't ever doubt that for a minute." She reached down and tentatively patted my hand.

"Thank you, Sir. That means a lot to me."

"But that doesn't mean you can avoid my question, dear. If you don't mind me being nosy. Where do you see yourself in your future?" She patted my hand once more then withdrew it back to her lap.

"I don't mind you being nosy at all, Sir. I feel like I can tell you... anything." She sat silently for just a moment. "I'd... like to perform for people, as I have said. It makes me happy thinking I can make other people happy like that. Gives me a warm feeling... all over. But after that I'd like to have a family, of course. Find someone who appreciated me for..." She paused and glanced at me and then down quickly. "...For just being me. Someone who would help and support me and make me part of something bigger than just myself." She paused and looked down again and her cheeks colored pink once more.

"I... don't want to sound like I am bragging, Sir. But all of my life men have told me how beautiful I am. I try not to.. let that go to my head. I look at myself and all I can see are my flaws. I'd like to find someone who could see those too, Sir. Someone who can see past my skin and see all of my flaws and love me for them too." She leaned back and half closed her eyes for a moment.

"All of my life I have never really had much of a home. Not anything permanent, anyway. I've always moved... or been moved, often. Shuttling from place to place. I'd like nothing more than to wake up one day, look around and say 'This is the place I will stay in forever.' And I'd like to find someone willing to stay with me in that place. Someone strong I could lean on when I needed support who would always be there when I needed them. Someone who would protect me and guide me and keep me forever." Sarabeth glanced sideways at me and her cheeks flamed a deep red and she drew her feet up on the seat, wrapped her arms around her knees and buried her face in her legs.

"I'm sorry, Sir." she mumbled into her legs.

"What are you being sorry for, dear?" Her shoulders tightened up and she shook her head.

"I'm sorry for being such a mess, Sir. For dumping all of this on you. I didn't mean to. I mean... I just met you and all. You are just being nice to me and here I am, just..." She shrugged. "Just a mess."

"Hey..." I poked her in the elbow with one finger.

When she lowered her arm and looked, I laid my hand on the truck seat palm up, fingers open and wiggling. Trying not to look directly and embarrass her, I could see out of the corner of my eye that there were the beginnings of tears in her eyes. I grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on the floor and handed them to her. While she sniffled and wiped her eyes, I laid my hand back on the seat invitingly. After she wiped at her eyes she smiled a little, then laid her hand in mine. It was small and delicate and soft and made mine look like a huge ungainly paw. I squeezed her fingers in what I hoped was a reassuring way.

Sarabeth sniffled again and repeated "I'm sorry, Sir."

"There's nothing at all to be sorry for, miss Sarabeth. I'm guessing it's been awhile since you've had anybody who would really listen to you. A sympathetic ear. It just so happens that I was in the right place at the right time, I guess." I squeezed her fingers again and she squeezed back. "Thank you for trusting me enough to open up like that." It earned me a little smile and another squeeze.

"Thank you, Sir." She said "For being so sweet and listening."

"I'll always listen to what you have to say, Sarabeth. Always." She laid her cheek against her knee and looked at me while I drove.

In a very small voice I almost didn't hear she whispered. "I really wish that would be true, Sir. Always. I... think I'd like that."

Okay... that did it. I was convinced and more than ready. Slowing and braking carefully, I pulled off onto a little side road and came to a stop just under some trees to afford us a little bit of shade, but not far enough away from the highway to make it look like I was taking her to some deserted spot. Even if we were the only car on the road at the moment I figured being that close to the highway would keep her calm.

"Where are we going, Sir?"

"I just wanted to talk to you for a minute, Sarabeth. And to show you something. I don't want to have to keep my eyes on the road and get distracted."

"Yes, Sir."

The way she said those two words... It was like she was handing me her soul for safekeeping. I might have been reading it all wrong because I so desperately wanted it to be true. But she said it in such a way that it seemed more like a bride's "I do." than a simple acknowledgment.

A pang ran through my heart. There was a severe pride in the fact that she had accepted my words and my sincerity to such a degree that she was willing to open up and trust me like that. Just beneath that there was a deep feeling of guilt over what I was planning to do to this poor sweet girl. It seemed to me, in my own probably twisted interpretation of her words, that in a way her dreams and mine were much the same. But her idea of domestic bliss might be 2.5 kids and a white picket fence with her husband coming home each night carrying a brief case and a dozen roses. While mine were... something completely different.

She sat with her feet still up on the seat and her cheeks still pressed against her leg while I disengaged my hand to put the truck in park and turn off the engine. As soon as I had turned the key off, she reached out for my hand again, a little smile on her lips. That soft delicate hand felt so good against my rough weathered palm. Like the first breath of clean cool air after a storm has passed.

"I really like... the way your hand feels in mine, Sir. It feels strong and warm. It makes me feel... protected." Her thumb ran softly across the back of my hand. "It makes me feel like everything will be okay as long as I can hold your hand." A sudden flush ran across her cheeks again and she hid her face in her legs.

"What's the matter, Sarabeth?" She shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I just met you and I'm acting like a school girl with a crush. I don't..." She shook her head again. I raised her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles.

"Look at me." A little tremor ran through her body and she shook her head slightly. I lowered my tone and raised the volume just a tad, putting just an edge of steel into my voice.

"Sarabeth. Look at me. Now." With a little gasp she raised her head and looked, eyes wide.

"How did you..." I raised my other hand and stopped her with one index finger upraised.

"Just stop and listen. I have something to say and I don't want to be interrupted. This is important. Understand?" She nodded. Her eyes were still a bit wide. 

I don't think anyone had ever used the Dom voice on her before. In my mind I had always thought of that as my "Jedi Mind Tricks" because of their effect on certain people, most especially submissives. Sometimes it was so easy it was almost laughable. Put just enough of "Daddy spank" into your voice and some submissive types would sit up straight and clench their bottoms in anticipation.

Those thoughts whirled through my brain and were gone in a second. The rest of the universe disappeared from my consciousness as everything I knew narrowed down into one fine point, all centered around this amazingly beautiful girl holding my hand.

"Sarabeth... It's true that I have only just met you. I've only known you for what... two hours? But... from what I have seen in you I have been very impressed. You are an amazing girl with an amazing heart and you have touched mine in a way that... nobody has in a very long time." I stopped and gave her hand a little squeeze. "Am I embarrassing you?"

She shook her head and gave me a little smile. "No, Sir. I... like what you have to say. Please don't stop."

"Do you call every man you meet "Sir", dear?"

"No, S..." She blushed again and shook her head, unable to meet my eyes for a moment. "No, I don't... Sir. There's something about you that makes me want to say it, though." I chuckled.

"Well, I like it, so don't ever stop, love." She lay her head down on her leg again and looked at me, her cheeks still tinged with pink.

"I won't, Sir. I promise." A little smile. "So, what were you saying?"

"I... would like to try and make your dream come true, Sarabeth. As much of it as I can, I mean. I... can't offer you Hollywood, of course. But... I think I could be someone that you could always lean on. Someone who would always be there to hold and protect you." I blushed a little as the words came tumbling out of my mouth. She smiled softly and squeezed my fingers again.

"I like to think that you could, Sir. I can see that in your eyes. Is there more?"

"There is more, dear. It's a bit... difficult to put into words and will require a bit of a leap of faith on your part. Well, all of it will, actually." She smiled at my discomfiture.

"I'm ready for whatever you have in mind, Sir."

"I can also offer you the chance to perform, Sarabeth. But not in any way that you can probably imagine just yet. It will... take a lot of time and... training... and I can't really tell you what it entails just yet. I'm afraid you will just have to trust me that I'll be able to make that dream come true."

"Can't you give me just a hint, Sir?" I shook my head.

"All I can really say is that when you are ready you will be performing beautifully. Some of it is kind of like... gymnastics, in a way. Kind of a cross between that and track and field. Sometimes you'll perform just for me. Sometimes in front of maybe hundreds of other people. All of whom will fall in love with you as I have." Another blush crossed my cheeks as those words came from my lips.

"But if you trust me and come with me, then I promise you that it will be forever, Sarabeth. And I will do everything in my power to make all of your dreams.. and mine, come true." Her thumb traced over the back of my hand again.

"Can you tell me some of your dreams, Sir? Will you share with me?"

"I can't go into specifics, love." Each time I called her that her smile got just a little bit wider. "But my dreams involve someone like you. A girl who is bright and loving, with a big warm heart. Someone who wants to please me and others with her talents. Someone willing to give her all to me and willing to be mine forever."

Sarabeth raised a hand and interrupted me. "Just to be absolutely clear on something, Sir. I... don't want to be insulting. But... when you talk about performing.. you aren't talking about anything... illegal, are you Sir?" I shook my head.

"Not at all, love. Not talking about making sex films or stripping or.. anything remotely like that. It's... a gray area at times when you get down to the letter of the law. But I promise you that it would be entirely your choice whether or not you would... perform for anybody but myself. I'm afraid you will just have to trust me on that, Sarabeth." She lifted my hand to her lips and kissed my rough knuckles softly, laying my arm against her warm smooth thigh.

"It's strange. Even though I just met you, I do trust you, Sir. There is something about you that makes me feel...protected... and... and loved. Even though whatever that was that you did with your voice a minute ago scared me a little, it wasn't done in a mean way. It was like... you were getting my attention for something important."

"So yes... ummm... I feel a little silly asking this now, but what is your name, Sir?" I smiled softly.

"My name is Max, Sarabeth. Max Rambeaux."

"So yes, Max. I will go with you. And I will trust you."

Once again she said it with such conviction that it almost stilled my heart. This sweet girl just turned around and handed me her heart and I was almost crushed. Both by her generous trusting gesture and by the guilt of what I had planned for her. What if... after all of my carefully laid plans, she was horrified by what I was intending and absolutely refused to ever be a pony? What if I frightened her so completely that she never even spoke to me again?

What if...

What if...

What if...

What if this sweet loving girl saw the weight of the guilt and indecision in my eyes and lifted my hand to her lips and kissed it again?

And what if she looked at me with serene trust in her eyes, completely ignoring my show of weakness and said "I am ready, Sir. When do I start?"

"Sarabeth, are you..." For the first and last time in our relationship she cut me off in mid-sentence.

"Yes, I am sure, Max. What do you want me to do first, Sir?"

Somewhere deep inside my brain there was a "Snap!", like the sound of one of those huge Dr. Frankenstein lab switches being thrown, sparks and all. Faced with her acceptance of me and the calm smile with which she faced her impending doom, that frightened uncertainty vanished in a puff of smoke and the Dom stepped forward, sweeping away all of the unnecessary chatter with a wave of his hand.

I pointed a finger. "In the glove compartment, there. A black leather case. Take it out and open it."

"Yes, Sir." She disengaged her hand from mine and did as she was told, removing the case and opening it in her lap. Her feet slid back to the floor and she looked at my little auto-injector wonderingly. "What does this do?"

"It uses a small amount of compressed air to inject a combination of two drugs into you with very little pain. There's only the slightest sting."

"Drugs? What will they do to me?"

"The first one will knock you unconscious almost immediately. You will awaken between six and eight hours from now at my ranch."

"I see... And what does the second one do... Sir?"

"It will, over the course of the next three days, make you extremely horny." I saw her fight to keep a little grin out of the corner of her mouth. That thought was making it hard for me not to grin like a maniac myself. This beautiful sweet girl already had me seriously aroused. The thought of her with an aphrodisiac running wild through her veins had me hard enough to want to rip off my pants this very instant.

Sarabeth laid one hand on top of the case and looked me straight in the eyes. "Are you sure that all of this is necessary?" I returned her gaze, my eyes steady.

"Yes, my love. It is the first step." She stared into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she nodded and dropped her gaze.

"Yes, Max. How does this thing work?"

"I would hold it against your shoulder or leg, that end there pressing against your skin. Then I press that little black button and in seconds you will be asleep. That's all there is to it."

"Like this?" She held the injector against her thigh and pressed the button. There was a small hiss and she made a small gasp. Those amazing cornsilk blue eyes looked up at me in surprise. "Oh..." She said. "You... weren't..." her eyes slid shut and she toppled sideways onto the seat. I caught her as she slumped and laid her carefully down next to me, making sure that she was arranged as comfortably as possible.

Leaning down I kissed her temple and said "No, Sarabeth. I wasn't kidding."

Three

It was a pretty good thing that nobody was there to watch me that first eight hours that she slept. I was kind of a nervous wreck. My very first captive pony.

The drive home took about three hours. If I hadn't been steadily driving away from the ranch the whole time I was talking to her, it wouldn't have taken that long. Luckily we had stopped for lunch. Truth be told, I don't remember much of the drive back. Just that I laid a hand on her shoulder while I drove and had to force myself to watch the road instead of that amazingly beautiful girl sleeping next to me.

Fortunately I had the foresight to leave the cage doors unlocked and open. I'd had a sudden pang of uncertainty about that as I had walked into the stables with both arms full of gently sleeping girl. I'd smiled and whistled softly in relief as I carried Sarabeth inside and laid her down on the low bed in the very first cage.

My very first pony...

As I stood and looked down at her there on the bed I noticed my hands shaking a little. I stretched slowly and recited my mantra in my mind a few times until I was steady once more. Kneeling down, I started unlacing her hiking boots and slid them off of her feet.

Two hours later I sat down in a chair just outside Sarabeth's cage and sipped a cup of coffee. Right before I left I pulled the sheet and blanket up to her shoulders and arranged her pillow under her head to that she might awaken comfortably. There was a small bandage on the nape of her neck where I had tattooed my mark into her skin. That was the first time I had done that on a living person. All of that practice and the trouble I had gone to in order to make the little template had paid off, though. She now wore my stylized "MxR" in black ink on the back of her neck just below her hairline. And with that long thick braid hanging down nobody else would see it unless she chose to show them. Perfect.

It had taken all of my not inconsiderable strength and restraint not to stare at her body as she had lain naked on the bed. Even though her skimpy shorts and tight t-shirt had left very little to the imagination, I had been too preoccupied for all of the details to sink in and I hadn't been fully prepared for the sight of her naked body as I stripped away the last of her clothes and cast them aside.




Seven Tails: Tail 01



She was... in a word... exquisite. Smooth pale skin special only to blonds and certain redheads. Small firm breasts tipped with small dark nipples that were even now erect and wanting, thanks to that second drug. A slim waist and wide hips with a perky little bottom that made my mouth water. Those long slim and sleekly muscled legs that allowed her to move with such style and grace. A small neatly trimmed patch of hair at the juncture of her thighs that only thinly disguised what was hidden there.

Even if I hadn't been taken by her heart, I would have fallen madly in love with that body. Sarabeth was... in my humble and as yet lightly experienced opinion, the most perfect pony I had ever seen. If my plans came to fruition, this girl would rapidly become the sweetheart of any pony Gathering I took her to.

Take that, you stuffy old-money fools!

I caught myself grinning and, even though nobody was there to see it, I covered it with my coffee cup and smiled into the steam.

During the next two hours before she awoke I played scenario after scenario over and over in my head, trying to divine the best way to explain the situation to Sarabeth. I didn't really imagine that she was going to take the news all that well. Even though she had claimed that she was ready for whatever I had in mind, I don't imagine that waking up naked in a cage and being told that she was going to be transformed into some sort of fetish object was going to go down easy.

It was going to take some explaining...

I'd explored all of the options on what would make the easiest impact on her when the drugs wore off. If I were inside or outside that cage. Door open or shut. Whether or not to use the built-in restraints. Whether or not to put the shackle around her ankle that she must have each time she is in her cage or have her do it herself.

That was another one of those things that I had tested on myself. The shackle, through my remote, could deliver anything from a mild tickle that would rouse someone from their sleep to a sharp jolt that would come very close to making you want to wet your pants. If I ever let any of my pets wear pants, that is. I had discovered that anything above a #5 was very painful and I learned that I never wanted to experience a #10 ever again in my life. That left me shaking and limping a bit afterward. And really hoping that I wouldn't ever have to use a number that high on anybody but myself.

As a matter of fact, after that experience I went into the controls of my remote and locked out anything over a #7. In my mind if I had to use anything that high more than once I'd just put them back to sleep and have them wake up hundreds of miles away and be done.

Despite whatever the public might think, not all Dom/mes are sadists. I will admit that I have a certain fondness for the occasional recreational spanking now and then. And I don't have any qualms about using mild to moderate pain as an instruction and memory tool. It is, after all, the very best teacher.

But I do not enjoy inflicting pain just for it's own sake. Despite the fact that I am a self avowed pervert, I think those who enjoy inflicting pain on others to get their rocks off are just a little sick.

Then again I was now technically a kidnapper, so who was I to judge?

On the other hand she actually agreed and drugged herself. So I was unsure what I really was at that moment. I'd have to think on it. Maybe it was something I could give my attorney a real headache over.

A little sigh indicating a change in her breathing and a slight movement told me that Sarabeth was starting to come around. I stepped inside her cage, shutting the door behind me securely and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Oooohhhh..." She tried to sit up, one hand unconsciously clutching the sheet to her chest. I put one hand behind her back to help her up and held a glass of ice water with a straw to her lips. She took a grateful sip and let out a small sigh, shaking her head. "Where am I?"

"We are at my ranch, Sarabeth. I'm afraid you are going to have a bit of a headache for a couple of hours, dear. That can't be helped. But it will go away soon. Drinking water will help."

She took another sip of water, then took the glass from my hand and drained a third of it in two long swallows before setting it down by the side of the bed. Her eyes were clear and tracked around her slowly. I had the curtain pulled around the cage bars so all she could see was through the door and into the corridor between the cages.

"Am I in a cage, Sir?"

"Yes you are, Sarabeth."

"Part of my training?"

"Yes, it is." She seemed to notice for the first time that her hand was clutching the sheet to her body.

"Am I naked, Sir?"

"Yes, love. And yes, that is part of your training."

I half expected her to scream. Try and hit me or run away or at least cower back into the corner, clutching the sheet. In a way I was glad that I had closed the cage door behind me. If she got up and bolted I wouldn't have to chase her very far.

Instead of doing any of those she sat there and just looked at me for a moment. Then, in a very soft voice she said simply "Yes, Sir. What would you like me to do?"

That calm acceptance floored me. I'd mentally prepared myself for so many other reactions, but not this one. My brain just sort of locked up and my mouth fell open as I stared at her with a blank expression on my face. It only lasted for a couple of seconds before I gave myself a little shake.

"I don't want you to be frightened, Sarabeth. I know that this may seem a little strange to you but I hope in time that you will understand and come to be at ease with this. Despite... all of this..." I waved my hand to take in the cage and everything around it. "I really do want you to be happy here." Her free hand slipped down and found mine, those soft little fingers twining with mine and she squeezed gently.

"I'm... not frightened, Sir. I am a little nervous. But there's something about you that makes me want to trust you. I will admit that I never expected to wake up in a cage, though. And while I assumed that... part of my training would involve..." She paused and looked down, her cheeks tinged with pink. "...sleeping with you... I wasn't quite... prepared for this, either." Her fist clutched the sheet a little tighter against her chest. Those blue eyes flickered up at me and then quickly back down to her lap where she stared intently at our entwined fingers. "I do hope that you won't be angry with me, Sir. But I'm not quite... ready... for that yet." I started to open my mouth to say something and she blurted out "But... I'm not sure if it's just you or maybe those drugs you told me about that seem to be working as advertised. Maybe a combination of the two... I don't know." A little shiver ran through her body. "I might not be ready for that just yet, but I'm close, Sir." I smiled at her revelation.

"I'm not quite ready yet either, Sarabeth. Though I do want you very badly. You are definitely the most beautiful and amazing girl I have encountered in decades. But I have never taken anyone unwillingly to my bed and I am not about to start now. We will work on your training one step at a time until you are comfortable before we move on. Does that sound okay?"

"Yes, Sir. Ummmm... Sir? Is there a bathroom?"

I pointed her towards the alcove in the back where the bathroom was and told her I would return with something to eat. As she got up and wrapped the sheet around her, I closed and locked the cage door behind me and set off for the house.

Sarabeth and I sat in her cage and ate a hastily assembled meal of meat and cheese and crackers. I hadn't really planned on having anyone else so soon and my supplies of real food were pretty slim. It was still another day or so before my man in town made his weekly delivery of groceries. While we sat there I gave her an abridged version of my previous life up to the point and just past where my friend introduced me to the fetish pony world. For the most part she listened to me silently, only asking the occasional clarification question.

When I mentioned buying Randy and Amanda at the pony auction she shivered hard and clutched the sheet to her chest.

"I can't imagine... what that would be like. Up there on that stage... wondering who might buy you or where you might end up. I... don't think I could ever do that." Her hand slipped down into mine and when she looked at me her eyes were wide and pleading. "Please promise me something, Sir. Please promise me that even if I'm... not what you want... that you won't ever make me walk up on that stage, Sir. I don't think I could ever belong to anybody but you, Sir." She squeezed my hand again. "Please promise me that, Sir?"

I smiled softly and brought her hand to my lips, kissing her little fingers. "My sweet beautiful Sarabeth." I kissed her fingers again. "I promise you right here and now that I will never... could never sell you. Even if the very worst happened and you no longer wanted to be mine... which would break my heart by the way... the worst I would do is put you gently to sleep again the way I brought you here. You would wake up in a motel room hundreds of miles away with all of your things and be free to go on your way. To Hollywood or wherever you wanted to go."

"I promise you will never be up on that stage, love. Back there on the road I also promised you that I would give you my 'always' and I mean to keep that promise. So... look around you, Sarabeth." I waved my free hand at the cage around us. "I know this cage isn't what you were expecting. I won't keep you in here all of the time. My ranch is large and the house is too. There are lots of things and places I want to show you and I will very soon. But this... this is the place where you will stay forever, Sarabeth. This is now your home for the rest of your life. For as... For as long as you want to be mine. I will keep you forever."

"Sir?" Her hand tightened around mine and I could see the welling of tears in her eyes.

"Yes, Sarabeth?"

"Will... will you kiss me, Sir?"

"Yes, love. Often."

And I did.

FOUR

I had made two more trips back to the house to bring more things. Before I left for the second trip I said "There's something I need you to do for me, Sarabeth. Something I need for you to do every single time you step into your cage." I pressed a button on my remote and to my pleasant surprise it functioned correctly. A panel opened up in the floor and one shackle popped out and lay on the floor. 

"What is this, Sir?"

"I need you to put this on your ankle each time you enter your cage, love." She looked a little disappointed. Her eyes went to the floor.

"I won't run away from you, Sir."

Rather than go to her and comfort her disappointment, I stood in place, putting my hands on my hips and looked at her steadily for just a moment before I spoke again. "I know that you will not run away from me, little love. I can feel that in my heart. That is not the reason you will wear the shackle. You will put it on every time you enter your cage to show me, and to remind yourself every waking moment, who your Master is."

Sarabeth's eyes flickered up and down, not really able to meet my steady gaze for more than a fraction of a second. "I..." She stammered to a stop, took a breath and started again. "Is... that what you are to me, Sir? My Master?"

"Yes, Sarabeth. In all ways, in all things, you are mine."

Her eyes went a little wide at my words and there was a small intake of breath. Slowly she lowered her head again and whispered "Yes, Master." Her hands trembled a little as she reached out and took hold of the metal shackle. It closed around her ankle with a click.

This time I did go to her. I knelt down on one knee and took her face in my hands and pressed my lips to hers. Her arms came up around my neck and she hugged herself against me hard. She only kissed me for a moment, then with another small gasp she wrenched her lips away and laid her chin on my shoulder, those slim beautiful arms tightening around my neck.

"Yes, Master." She whispered again. Inwardly, I smiled at the goose bumps that appeared all over her body.

We sat hip to hip on her bed with my laptop computer perched appropriately on my lap. Sarabeth wrapped her hands around my arm and laid her cheek against my shoulder as I flipped through pictures and videos that I had either taken myself or gotten from others at the Gatherings I had gone to. Several times she had shivered and clutched my arm tighter. There was one set of pictures that I had scrolled through more than any of the others. It was of Adriana, one of Lord IX's ponies. The reigning champion. She was tall and limber and athletic and willowy all at the same time. Plus she had grace and poise. The attributes that made her champion for the last three years.

Sarabeth hugged my arm. "She... She's beautiful, Master. Is this... what you want me to be, Sir?" I leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

"That is exactly what you are going to be, little ponygirl." She shivered as I said those words to her for the very first time. And she didn't miss the stress on the verb, either. "I have seen you move, Sarabeth. I have no doubt in my mind that soon you will take her place as the new champion." She shook her head slightly against my shoulder.

"If you say so, Master."

We spent about four hours sitting there, looking at pictures and watching videos of some of the events. The dressage especially intrigued her. I suspect from the way her body moved that the thought of doing that also aroused her a bit. We watched the videos of Adriana's last performance several times. Finally, I caught her suppressing a yawn behind her hand.

"I think you need to get some sleep, ponygirl."

"I'm not sleepy, Master. Really. I'm..." She kissed my shoulder. "I'm enjoying my time with you, Sir." Then another yawn hit her and she couldn't hide it in time. I chuckled softly and patted her cheek then put a finger under her chin and lifted her head up for a kiss.

"It is time for bed, love."

"But Master..." She whined a little and pouted, making sure I could see her protruding lower lip.

"But Master what?"

"I don't..." A flush spread over her cheeks. Her eyes went to the floor. "I don't want to sleep in here by myself, Sir. I want..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence as another yawn hit her. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head again.

"You aren't ready for that yet, Sarabeth. And neither am I. But you are ready to go to sleep. It's been a long day for both of us." I snapped the lid of my computer down and put it aside.

"So here is a few things I will tell you about tomorrow, girl. We will both be getting up early and we will start your training to be a pony. I do not sleep much and I will be very demanding on your time. So get up when I call you and get showered and ready when I get here. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"One other thing, Sarabeth."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Today is the first and last time I will let you spend the day wrapped in a sheet. You will only be allowed the clothes that I permit you to wear. And as you saw, ponies do not wear very much at all." Her face turned a bright shade of pink once more.

"Yes, Master." It was barely more than a whisper.

I kissed her goodnight and watched her and made sure she snuggled down under the covers before I dimmed the lights with my remote and walked back up to the house. And just because I said I wasn't ready to have her in my bed yet didn't mean I didn't want her sweet little body. I spent almost an hour laying in my bed with a towel draped over my hips as I thought about Sarabeth while stroking myself slowly.

The thought of her naked, wearing nothing but a collar kneeling before me drove me wild. And the thought of her with a tail... Mmmm... That made me smile. Perhaps one that matched the long beautiful blond hair... oh, yes. But not one that attached to her harness like so many of the others wore. No... My ponies would be wearing a tail with a much more... intimate attachment. Oh definitely yes. It was almost enough to make me leap out of bed right then and start making plans and ordering supplies.

Instead I made a mental note for in the morning. In the meantime I was getting closer and closer to the edge. "Mmmmm..." My hips writhed and lifted and I said softly "Yes, Sarabeth..." as I spattered the towel with my joy.

Five

I arose, as I usually do, way before sunrise. I had rarely slept for more than three or four hours at a stretch my entire life, which often drove my parents crazy when I was a child. I had discovered early on that if there were things I wanted to get done, the wee hours of the morning were the best time to do them in, as most of the rest of the world was still abed and not getting in my way or demanding my attention.

The first thing that my eyes saw as they opened was the monitor by the side of the bed. As Sarabeth was my only resident pony so far, I had the full screen open to the cameras in her cage. She was sleeping soundly, curled up under the covers. That sweet face relaxed and at rest. It was hard to tear my eyes away from looking at her. She was so beautiful and arousing lying there. I wanted nothing more than to run to her cage and take her as mine all day and all night long.

But... there were other things to do first. Damn reality, anyway...

I slipped into a pair of sweats and running shoes and headed over to the arena and the inside gym. Spent a solid two hours running laps, hitting the weight machines, riding the stationary bike and working on my Tai Chi routine in front of the big mirrors along the back wall. I'd always been kind of a fitness fanatic anyway and I figured since I was going to keep my stock in shape, their Master had better be in even better shape in order to keep up.

Back to the house for shower and change and into my office to take care of a few things. First of all, ordering the supplies for a tail for my first pony girl. That got me lost in a little reverie as I imagined her first introduction to wearing a tail in that snug little bottom of hers. I wondered if I would be the first one to venture there with her. Not that it mattered either way to me. I'm sure I was going to enjoy it. Hopefully she would as well. I made sure that I ordered plenty of extras just in case. After all, I would soon have all six cages finished. And maybe one day all of them filled. I'd need at least one tail for each of them. Probably more than one. Hmm... Just to be on the safe side I doubled my order and added a few extra items to the list, paying handsomely for expedited shipping.

Checking my messages I saw that there was one from Jock MacGregor, my man in town. I'd sent him a message the day before increasing my grocery order. He was more than happy to accommodate me as I always paid him well for his services, despite the fact that he swore he was always in my debt for past favors. He said he would be by this afternoon with my groceries and mail. Excellent. Anything that let me go on with my life without having to deal with the outside world was fine by me.

So.. time to get my new pony up and get her day going. I glanced at the clock. Six am already. Yes, it was definitely time.

Picking up my remote I thumbed the #1 button on her shackle, sending a small tingle to her ankle that made her stir as I looked on. I leaned into the microphone pickup on the monitor. "Sarabeth... It's time to wake up, dear." She stirred groggily and looked around for me.

"Mmmmm... where..." Her eyes scanned around the room slowly as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. "Mmmm... Sir? Where are you?" I smiled for her, even if she couldn't see me.

"I'm up at the house, sleepy girl. On the intercom. Wake up and get a shower, love. I'll be down in twenty minutes."




Seven Tails: Tail 02



3-20-12

Reposted by request

Seven Tails

Tail Two: Manhunter

(Nathan and Introducing Gael)

One

Two years. I had behaved myself (more or less) for two years and now it was time for some more fun. My little pony girl Sarabeth was now the reigning dressage champion and I was flying high. She was so sweet and so submissive and so sexy that the judges all fell in love with her from first sight. Of course, her awesome talent and that great dancers body didn't hurt, either.

Even though her home was a cage out in my stables, she never seemed to spend a whole lot of time there. We were always out in the arena or on the track or trotting around in my little sulky cart having a picnic out in the country or in bed together.

Sarabeth was, at this moment in time, my only pony and bed partner and companion. I imagine that if I weren't such a greedy bastard and a pervert, I could have just moved her in the house and maybe even married her after a few years and we could have lived a long happy domestic life together.

But that just wasn't me. I had gotten a taste of the whole sexual slave / human pony thing and I liked it. It had been one of my secret fetishes for years and when I finally found myself with the resources to get what I wanted, I decided to go for it all the way.

Besides, I had six cages out there in the stables. Five of which were currently empty. Even though Sarabeth was about as perfect a pony/partner/companion as a man could hope for, I wanted more variety. And more ponies. And more champions. I had also gotten a taste of the envy of the other pony owners when they looked at Sarabeth and watched her dance in the arena. I wanted more of that. The respect in their eyes and the pride of owning such a perfect and beautiful pony.

Even though I had taken her on a whim after picking her up hitch hiking one day, I had decided that I would stalk and research my next acquisition a little more carefully. Choose just the right one. Someone who would be a perfect fit in my stables. A fitting companion for both Sarabeth and myself. 

After giving it much thought I came to the conclusion that my next pony should be a man. My only sexual experience with another man up to that point had been with Randy, my very first pony. I had purchased him and his mate Amanda at my first pony auction several years before I took Sarabeth. I was only really interested in her at first, but they were being sold as a "breeding pair" with the agreement that they would be kept together. The phrase didn't really mean what it sounded like. I had no intention of getting her pregnant and waiting eighteen years to raise a potential pony. When ponies were advertised as "breeders" it meant that they were not only exhibition stock but willing to have sex with their owners willingly as well.

Some did and some didn't. Amazingly enough, for some people the mere fact of being an owned pony was enough to satisfy their fantasies and their inner drives and there was either no need or no desire for sex to be part of the act. Just dressing up and playing the part was enough.

Me, I was in it for the whole enchilada. I was so turned on by the whole pony/owner thing that some days it was difficult to actually get out and train and not spend the whole day in bed.

Anyway, by Randy and Amanda being listed as breeders it meant that not only would they willingly give their bodies to me individually and together, they were also willing to have sex with each other for my entertainment. And they were well versed enough in the erotic arts that sometimes just watching them together was satisfying enough. In between, anyways.

The first evening they were in my home I took Amanda to my bed and made Randy stand in the corner with his hands cuffed behind his back and watch while I spent a couple of hours making love to his mate. Then after she had recovered, I had her tease him unmercifully for almost an hour before I uncuffed his hands and allowed them play time together. That had been entertaining.

The following evening after training I had taken them both to my bed for my first threesome. At one point during the evenings fun we had been little more than a tangle of bodies on the bed when I suddenly came to the conclusion that it wasn't Amanda that was sucking my cock. I stopped and watched for a while as Randy worked my member in and out of his very talented lips and realized that it didn't matter who was doing it as long as it felt that good. Later on I fucked my very first pony boy and enjoyed it immensely. I laid him on his back with his feet up almost to his shoulders and drove my prick into his tight little ass while his mate leaned her head in between our bodies and sucked his prick.

That was an interesting night and it had opened many doors for future fun.

I had kept them in my house (the cages still being under construction at the time) for four years. During that time I had come to the realization that what I wanted more than just submissive bed partners, was exhibition ponies. The training and the gatherings and showing off my pets to the other owners. I wanted more than just sex. I wanted a sense of accomplishment.

Plus I wanted a chance to show some of those blue blooded "old money" owners that they weren't the only serious contenders in the world. I had money and lots of it, I just didn't flaunt it the way they did. It took more than money and status to make a champion and champions were what I wanted.

Sadly, my two ponies were only mediocre contenders, having no real drive in the competitive arena. They were more "comfort and service" creatures than they were athletes. So after a long discussion and a somewhat sad farewell, I put them back up for auction and disappeared from the competition scene for a while.

Taking Sarabeth when I did turned into the biggest single stroke of luck in my entire life. I had been immediately struck by her beauty and her lithe sinuous body as soon as she had climbed into the cab of my pickup truck. And not long after I installed her in the first cage her true submissive nature had blossomed and she became the light of my life.

It only took six months of training to get her in shape for the gathering and at her very first one we took third place in the sulky race and second in the dressage. Six months later we took first in both events and I rewarded her lavishly.

I should have been content.

But I wanted more. Sarabeth understood that and sometimes I think she understood my nature better than I did myself. Just because she was sweet and extremely submissive to my will did not mean that she was in any definition stupid. Though she was lacking in formal education, Sarabeth was incredibly intuitive.

Hell, it may have been her idea for my formal campaign to acquire more ponies. I don't really recall. We did discuss it quite often.

I had feelers out in several different directions. Both in person and through the internet. Twice a month I would head out to Springfield or even as far as Bay City to prowl some of the local BDSM clubs. I had memberships under different names in all of them. As I was now actually a kidnapper, I took precautions. I had fairly short hair but kept it just long enough to be able to comb or mousse it into several different styles. Adding glasses and a mustache or goatee out of my kit changed my appearance just enough to make any sketch by a police artist vague enough if it came down to that.

I had a certain "type" that I was hunting for, of course. There was no point in taking a new pony if I wasn't physically attracted to them. This was, after all, about me and what I wanted.

My physical attraction ran towards those smaller than me. I guess you would say "petite". Fully adults, of course. I wasn't into teens or children. That kind of thing made me grind my teeth in anger.

So I preferred them small, say in the five foot range, give or take a few in each direction. They had to be attractive and athletic or at least healthy enough to get that way with some training.

They also had to have that submissive spark in their soul. That deep seated need to be dominated. I had learned to recognize those from a distance. I was all about body language and learning how to read it. It helped weed out the pretenders and the merely curious. Especially at the clubs. It amazed me the first time I went into one of the clubs and realized how many people there were that were there just to appear "hip" and weren't really into the lifestyle at all, aside from wearing leather pants and hanging a pair of handcuffs on their belt.

I'd scoped out and checked out and even taken out so many young people from the clubs only to find them lacking in one way or another it was starting to get discouraging.

And doing the same task over the internet was even more difficult. It was so easy to learn to mouth the right phrases in a chat room and harder to tell who was actually who. An eighteen year old sub girl could in truth be an eighty year old man and vise versa. I'd invested a lot of time and money tracking down leads only to be disappointed time and time again.

Through it all, Sarabeth was there, rubbing the frustration out of my shoulders when I returned home or left my computer in disgust.

"Patience, Master." she would whisper in my ear. "Patience. Soon your stables will be full and you won't have to look anymore. You will have all the beautiful ponies you need, I know it." We would always end up in bed together after one of those nights. She knew exactly how to release all my frustrations, even if it meant returning to her cage with her bottom still pink from a brisk spanking and some lively sex.

There had been one young man that I had been keeping my eye on in one of the D/s chat rooms. His online handle was "Time Lord" and I knew right away he was a computer geek. He'd managed to get himself in through an anonymous server and had his tracks covered pretty well. I hadn't paid that much attention to him at first, as he had touted himself as a Dom in his profile.

But the first time I actually managed to have a conversation with him in a private side chat room, I knew that there was very little about his psychological makeup that was actually dominant. He deferred to me and addressed me as "Sir", even capitalizing the word on each usage. He intrigued me enough that I managed to plant a little bug on his profile that let me know whenever he was online and where he was. Of course, I never showed up anywhere but in the D/s chat rooms so he wouldn't get suspicious.

About a month after our first real meeting, Time Lord started showing up online just to meet with me. It was about that time that I started slowly introducing the idea of exploring his true submissive nature. The first time I mentioned it he rejected it out of hand with extreme prejudice. He swore up and down that there was nothing submissive in him and the whole idea was ridiculous and somewhat insulting. Wasn't he a Dom, after all? But the fact that he was showing up online just to talk with me belied his claims.

I pressed and backed off, pressed and backed off. Each time gaining a little ground and once in awhile losing some. Chipping away at his online armor and each time learning more and more about his mind and his psychological makeup. He intrigued me in a way that none of the others I had met lately had managed to and I was determined to pursue him further.

One evening during one of our chats I pressed him a little too hard and he logged off in a huff. About twenty minutes later I got an angry email from him that was little more than a page and a half rant about what a "sick bastard" I was and suggesting that I seek therapy for my "obvious mental defects". I sighed deeply and sent him a very calm and studied reply stating that when he was done being childish I would still be here, willing to talk again. He didn't speak to me again for a month.

Of course I wasn't idle during the moments in between chats. He had caught my attention and I wished to discover exactly who and where he was and what he looked like. From the very first time I spoke to him I set things in motion to discover his identity. My own crude and simple methods got me as far as finding out he lived in Cape Placid, just north of Bay City. That was fortunate. If he'd have been too far away things wouldn't have worked out as well as they did.

From there I put it in the hands of some people I had on the outside who were very good at that sort of thing. Professionals. Most of them present or former government employees who thought they were grossly underpaid for their talents and were always eager to earn a little tax free cash on the side. I always paid quickly and tipped lavishly for good service and they were always eager to hear from me. Since nothing I requested ever even hinted at subversion or espionage they never saw anything wrong with "helping out a friend in need."

There are some things that money can't buy, but information, especially in this digital age, isn't one of those things.

Each of my sources found different pieces and I put them together into a composite picture myself. Since I tended to pay well for good service, they all gave me more than I asked for and so there were many overlaps in the information which just helped to verify the data. And, after all, if you are doing a deep background on a normal average citizen there just really isn't all that much information.

A week before "Time Lord" had his little temper tantrum and cussed me in an email, I knew more about him than he probably knew himself.

His name was Nathan Terrazano, 18 years old. His grandparents had immigrated from Sicily. I had their names and a complete family history going back quite some time. Nathans parents had been killed in a fire when he was three and he had been raised in a Catholic orphanage. He'd done well and had gone to St Mary's High (of course) and graduated when he was only 16 years old, being exceptionally bright. He was presently halfway through a four year degree in Computer Science at the local community college in Cape Placid.

While going to school, Nathan was working part time for a company called Memetech, a software development firm based out of Kansas. He helped develop games and other software that they were trying to market. Working from his apartment, or the local internet café, or the park, or anywhere he could jack into an errant wi-fi signal, Nathan was earning enough money to pay for his college with enough left over in his pocket to live fairly comfortably, if not lavishly. In the folder on my desk was bank statements and paycheck receipts from the accounting office in Kansas. And there was lots more.

One of my people had managed to get me pictures. Oh..... My. He was gorgeous. A little skinny, perhaps. Overworked and underfed. Nathan spent a lot of time in the internet café drinking designer coffees and eating very little in between. Mostly pizza and Chinese takeout, like most young men his age, I suppose.

But aside from that he was beautiful. Small, as I had hoped. About 5'5", maybe 130 tops. Beautiful long brown curly hair that reached just past his shoulders which he kept back in a tight pony tail most of the time. Dark brown eyes and a slightly olive complexion that represented his southern Italian roots. And despite being a bit on the thin side, he was very well built. He stayed active enough walking and riding his mountain bike back and forth to and from the college and around town to keep himself in decent shape.

My operative had almost completely filled a digital disk with pictures taken over the space of a week. He'd even managed, by renting an apartment across the street, to get pics of Nathan coming out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel and one or two almost out of frame of him wearing nothing at all. I nearly drooled. The first time I opened the pictures I had been laying in bed with Sarabeth, my laptop on the sheets between us.

"Ooohh... He's pretty, Master! Is that going to be your next pony?"

I nodded. "If everything works out to plan, anyway. I sure hope so." We watched more pictures flipping by on the screen. When the pics of him coming out of the shower flicked past I whistled softly. Sarabeth laid a hand against my forearm and tickled my skin with her nails. "Are you going to let me play with him too?"

I shrugged. "If you can behave yourself...... perhaps." A small grin twisted one corner of my lips. She managed to look shocked. Her hand went to the center of her chest, right between those small perfect breasts. "When have I not behaved myself, Master? I think I've worked pretty hard to be the perfect pony for you."

I relented and slipped a hand behind her head and kissed those little cupid lips then patted her cheek gently. "Of course you are the perfect pony, Sarabeth. I could ask for none better and I would be nothing without you." I pointed back at the monitor where pictures of Nathan were still flipping by, over and over. "And when I take him you will have plenty of play time with him. I promise."

"So you decided to take him?"

"Oh yes. His fate is already sealed. He's young, athletic and pretty. Smart and, above all, he's submissive. Even if he won't admit it to himself, he wants to be dominated. And I am going to take him and make all of his dreams, and mine, come true. Nathan will be my next pony."

Sarabeth frowned a little in concern. "I hope he doesn't mind it too much."

I almost laughed out loud. Let's see... I was going to kidnap him and keep him naked in a cage and turn him into a fetish object and a servant and a sexual plaything. He'd already told me that he had absolutely no interest in other men so I was going to have to force him to give himself to me sexually against his wishes.

I suspected he was going to mind that quite a bit.

Two

While Nathan was away having his little temper tantrum, I missed talking to him and decided that I had to see him in person at least one time before I took the next step. It was a gamble, but one I was willing to risk. And I needed to make sure in my head that he was the one I wanted. After all, I couldn't just kidnap him and then say "Oops. Sorry. My mistake." and then let him go again. If I took him it was going to be forever and I wanted to make the right choice.

After some long discussions and some careful coaching I decided to take Sarabeth with me on her very first "free world" excursion. She'd gone with me to the gatherings, of course. We spent hours and sometimes days traveling in my RV getting there and back with no problem whatsoever. But this was going to be the first time I had her out among the non-fetish people since I had taken her. This too, was a gamble. After all, there was nothing keeping her from running off and screaming for the police saying that I had kidnapped her once we made it outside the walls of my ranch.

Nothing except her professed love for me and her own submissive nature. I had faith in her. I just hoped it was enough.

As Cape Placid was about a five hour drive from home we decided to make a weekend of it. Packing a case for me was no big deal, but for Sarabeth it was problematic. When I took her she had nothing but a small pack with cut off shorts, tight t-shirts and underwear. Except for the sweats I had her wear outside on chilly days or when we traveled, she had not worn a stitch of clothing other than a collar or a harness since then. So we spent a few hours on the way, buying her four dresses in varying lengths and colors to bring along for the trip. Since we were not really sure of what situations we might find ourselves in, we also picked up a couple pair of tight blue jeans and some very snug and revealing t-shirts. My very favorite of the dresses was a short black velvety strapless number that looked like it was going to fall off of her at any moment. I very much enjoyed seeing her in it and I enjoyed even more taking it off of her when we got to the hotel.




Seven Tails: Tail 02



We both enjoyed the "newness" of being in a place other then my bedroom or the stables. It was a bit exciting and we were both a little giddy, like teenagers on our first date. Of course when we went to gatherings we traveled in my RV and slept together either in the big king sized bed in the back or in a hotel suite. Getting out and experiencing a new place was exciting for us both. Sarabeth fell into the role of the beautiful blond wife of a rich eccentric with no problem. She would have made it big on the stage if she had ever made it there.

Since the trip was a relatively short one, we took the Mercedes rather than the RV. It had been awhile since I'd driven it and I don't think Sarabeth had ever even been inside it before. She reveled in the soft luxurious leather seats and the fine woodwork and chrome of the dash and accessories. Like a kid in a candy store, she cooed and exclaimed over each new find, playing with the reading lights and adjusting the a/c vents and fiddling with the radio. Me, I just smiled and enjoyed the ride and the company.

Once we had checked into the hotel and worked out the kinks of the trip with a long hard fuck and an equally long shower afterward, we settled down on the bed with my laptop between us to plan our little foray into meeting Nathan.

Was just seeing him in person enough or did I want to actually hear his voice? Engage him in conversation? About what? Where? The coffee shop or the park nearby were the ideal places, of course. A location where a stranger could approach another without arousing suspicion. The discussion went long into the evening and, as we neared the dinner hour, we tabled it until after we had eaten.

Since the hotel was fairly classy, all pseudo-Victorian, dark oak and fine rich carpeting everywhere, we dressed up for dinner. I wore my "casual rich guy in disguise" outfit. Loose fitting jeans with highly shined cowboy boots, a white button down shirt and an Italian silk jacket that cost me close to a thousand dollars by itself. For this excursion I had dyed my hair jet black to cover the dark brown and salt and pepper gray that was it's usual state. Sarabeth combed and styled my hair for me, sweeping it back from my forehead and moussing it into place with a little of that rumpled "I don't really care how I look" look. That, combined with a little pair of round tinted glasses changed my appearance enough I don't think anybody from my own family would have recognized me.

Changing Sarabeth's appearance wasn't so easy. She stood out no matter how she was made up or what she wore. She was a pocket sized goddess with long luxuriant blond hair that draped all the way down to the bottom of her tight little rump. Smooth pale creamy skin and startling blue eyes that seemed to draw people in like a magnet.

But when I had taken her she was a ragamuffin street girl living out of a backpack, wearing almost obscenely short cutoff jeans that left very little to the imagination and thin tight t-shirts over her small compact braless breasts. She was a trailer park sweetheart that men would write country songs about. If you could just see her now....

A long black tight evening gown that reached almost all the way down to the floor. Snug enough to accent her perfect dancers body. It was strapless and scooped down a little in the front to just barely enclose her small but wonderful breasts and make you wish for a little accident with gravity. It also went far enough down in the back that it exposed the small fine peach fuzz of hair at the base of her spine and stopped just north of the cleft of her bottom. A pair of tall high heeled shoes brought her up to my chin. Her long hair was tightly braided and swung behind her as she walked, drawing your eye. She used just a modicum of makeup to accentuate her lips and eyes and had dazzling diamond earrings in each lobe. They shone so brightly it was instantly obvious that they were not only real but extremely expensive. Around her slim beautiful neck she wore a thin silver chain. In the center of it were the letters "MxR" which, if you could lift the heavy mass of shiny blond hair and look at the back of her neck, you would see tattooed there as my mark. I'd inked that mark into her skin the first day I had taken her, marking her as mine for life.

"Sarabeth you look absolutely amazing. Mouth watering. It makes me want to tear that dress off of you and drag you into bed again just so I can watch you get dressed all over."

She blushed a little, just a hint of color coming to her cheeks. Compliments like that always embarrassed her just a little bit. "Thank you, Master." she said. "Of course, I am yours. If that is what you wish..." Her eyes went demurely to the floor. I shook my head.

"I think not. Not at this moment, anyway. We should go to dinner. I want everyone to see what a dazzlingly beautiful woman I have on my arm. It will make me proud, as I always am, to be seen with you."

Her smile had dimples this time. "Master, you are always so gallant."

I raised a finger. "I do have one more fashion accessory for you, my dear. While there's nothing I could add that would accent your outer beauty, I do have something that will make you glow from the inside." While she looked on quizzically, I reached into my bag and extracted a medium sized butt plug, just like the one she wore with her tail attached to back home at the ranch. The other hand held the bottle of lube.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, coloring just a little more. "Of course, Master." Moving carefully so as not to wrinkle her dress, she gathered it up to her waist, exposing her tight smooth bottom to me as she bent over the bed.

I preferred staying invisible to most of the outside world and having my sweet ponygirl on my arm accomplished that quite well. All throughout dinner everyone's eyes were on her and nobody noticed me at all. The slight pink flush on her cheeks and the way she sat up straight and tall in her chair due to the influence of that plug in her tightest hole added a scent of sexuality which permeated the room.

By the time we finished dinner and left every man in the dining room between the ages of eight and eighty was highly aroused. Most likely half of the women as well.

The following afternoon we spent drifting around town, browsing some of the shops on the town square and actually buying a few things. Since Sarabeth loved music so much, I bought her a small mp3 player with ear buds that you almost couldn't see. The kid at the music store had an extensive collection of music on his personal laptop and I slipped him a hundred dollar bill to load it up with music for her. The way he was drooling over Sarabeth as she bent her head next to his over the computer screen and picked out songs, he probably would have given me a hundred just for the experience. And afterward when she kissed him on the cheek he shivered so hard I'm pretty sure he came close to unloading in his pants. I just smiled. I'm sure if he could have seen her the way I did last night, hands bound to the headboard with a pillow under her hips while I fucked her long and hard in the ass, he would have had a heart attack and died happily on the spot.

Afterward she walked alongside me with her hand on my arm while she listened to her music, her body swaying and shaking in time to the beat only she could hear. Many many eyes followed her lithe body as we strolled. And nobody paid any attention to me at all.

All the while we were roaming around the small town, we stayed within eye shot of the coffee shop, the park and the library, our eyes peeled for a glimpse of Nathan. He was, after all, the reason for our little foray. I had a rundown of his schedule and knew that he always visited one of those three places after his afternoon classes.

Sure enough, at ten after three, there he was. Nathan rode his mountain bike up to the coffee shop, got a large paper cup of something and pushed his bike across the street to the park, where he sprawled on a bench with his backpack on one side of him and his laptop open across his legs. Sarabeth and I took over a bench about twenty yards away and just looked. We'd both donned sunglasses so it would be difficult to tell just exactly where we were looking in case anybody noticed.

"Beautiful, isn't he?"

Sarabeth reclined into my shoulder and ran a hand softly up and down the inside of my thigh. "Mmmm..." she murmured. "He's gorgeous, Master!"

"Now imagine what he would look like wearing nothing but a harness and a tail." She made a quick intake of breath and her hand tightened on my skin.

"That would make him almost as beautiful as you, Master." She turned her head up and I could see a little twitch in her cheek as she winked at me. After I bent and kissed her she added "Almost, but not quite."

He was quite attractive. Aside from the feel of Sarabeth's small warm hand stroking my leg, I could feel my prick twitching around in my pants while I thought about taking him and making him my pony. As far as physical attraction was concerned my mind was already made up. I wanted to take him and chain him up in a cage naked and tease and prod him unmercifully until he begged me to fuck him long and hard. Woof! My desire was almost enough to make me want to discard my plans and take him immediately.

But that would have been premature and might have ruined everything. There were still a few more steps to take before he became mine. I had patience.

While we sat there and watched a girl came up to Nathans bench and started speaking to him. She was young and fairly pretty but way too thin for my tastes. I'd seen her picture before. Marie, his on again off again girlfriend and online submissive. I'd discussed her with him several times in some of our chats. Their D/s relationship was a large source of stress in his life. Bastard that I was, I used that stress to my advantage.

From the way Marie was standing, her body rigid and her arms folded tightly across her chest I could see that she was angry. She spoke without hardly moving her lips, which were compressed into a tight thin line. Nathan was frowning and trying to pretend he was ignoring her by staring at the screen in his lap. But I could clearly tell by the way his body was tensing up that he was getting angry. We weren't close enough to hear her words or his terse replies. It was clearly obvious that they were arguing about something important to them.

Finally Marie threw up her hands, shouted something at him and walked away, her hands thrust angrily in her pants pockets, head down and moving quickly. Staring after her for long moments, Nathan finally closed the screen on his laptop with an angry snap and sat forward with his head in his hands.

I wanted to go to him and say something soothing. In my mind he already belonged to me and I was a sucker for a pony in distress. My heart ached for him in more ways than one. I longed to take him in my arms and sooth away his troubles. Run my fingers through his hair and kiss his full warm lips then take him to my bed and make love to him until his troubles were nothing more than a distant memory.

That thought was just way premature at this point, however. I still had days and maybe even weeks of work ahead of me before I could even safely take him, let alone bring him to my bed. That didn't stop me from thinking about it, though. Fantasies about Nathan were looming larger in my mind with each passing day.

We watched surreptitiously while he sat on the bench for awhile in apparent misery. Finally he got up and thrust his computer into his pack and slung it over his shoulder as he rose. Grabbing his bike in hand, we watched him walk back across the street to and into the coffee shop. When he paused long enough to chain the bike to a lamp post I figured he was planning on staying there awhile. Sarabeth slipped her hand through my arm as we rose and followed him casually inside.

Once inside I chose a table not too far away where I could see Nathan clearly and also catch a glimpse of what he was doing on the computer. If my suspicions were correct, he would be going to look for somebody to pour out his troubles to. If I'd have thought to bring my own laptop.... But no. This was about meeting him in person even if he was unaware of who I was. I wanted to get a good feel for him as a person other than his online persona.

While I chose our table I gave Sarabeth a handful of bills and had her get us some refreshments. Since I strictly controlled her diet and limited her intake of sugar and caffeine, I cautioned her on her choices, suggesting a "low sugar half-caff" or even a fruit juice. She stuck her tongue out at me as she took the bills from my hand then bent and kissed my cheek whispering "As you wish, my Master" in my ear as she departed. If things went well, I had a role for her to play and I didn't want her all cranked up and jittery on sugar and caffeine.

Nathan slumped in his seat and sipped his coffee, a dour expression on his face. I watched while he flipped through a few web pages and checked his email, never pausing long on any one page, just pretty much randomly browsing around. Sarabeth returned to the table and gave me a large Colombian coffee, thick and black, just the way I liked it. She had chosen a diet English Toffee cappuccino that smelled sweet and very good. And since it had been a long time since breakfast, she scored us a couple of blueberry muffins that were light and fluffy and fresh and very tasty. On my recommendation, she went back up to the counter and dropped a twenty dollar bill in the tip jar. That ensured that we would get some good service while we were here.

There! That's what I was looking for! Nathan was logging into the BDSM chat room where we had met initially. He almost had a hopeful look in his eyes as he scrolled down the list of users currently online. But when he reached the end of the list he logged off again with a small sigh. He went from there directly to his email and, after a moment in thought, he started typing. I had a suspicion who he was writing to. I watched while he typed for a few minutes and it looked like he was finally done. His cursor hovered over the 'send' button and he sat there in indecision.

That was my cue. I nudged Sarabeth and she rose and walked over to Nathans side and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me?" Startled, he glanced up at her and then looked back at the screen and hit 'send' before closing his browser. At first he looked up in annoyance then blinked hard at Sarabeth and a broad smile spread out across his face. I could see his eyes flickering up and down her body as he drank in all the details. Since it was warm in the coffee shop, Sarabeth had taken off her leather jacket and was wearing very tight jeans and a snug t-shirt that showed off her body and those small braless breasts perfectly. And since she was both excited by playing a role and turned on by Nathan himself, her nipples were hard and prominent and very much in view. His mouth flapped open and closed a few times, trying to form a coherent sentence. Finally he managed to blurt out "Can I help you?"

"What kind of computer is that?" Stunned, he mumbled something about the make and model.

"Is it good and reliable? Are you happy with the performance?" Eyes wide, he nodded. Taking advantage of his discomfiture, she slipped into the chair next to him and laid a small warm hand on his arm. I could almost see the waves of heat radiating through his body from her touch.

"If you don't mind me asking... I'm here with my employer for a business meeting." She waved her other hand at me. Like he was fighting against a magnetic pull, his eyes flicked towards me and fastened back to her in an instant. "And I've been trying to talk the boss into getting rid of his ancient computer and buying a new laptop. Something we could carry with us when we traveled and compatible with new tech."

When we were discussing the possible scenarios beforehand, we decided that "employer" and "boss" were more acceptable than the other options. We discussed "husband" and "boyfriend" and even "father", which I disliked immensely, even if I was old enough to fit the role. Figuring that "boss" would let her seem more available, we went with that option.

"What kind of work does he do?"

"He's a writer and a personal fitness guru. Writes novels and short stories and he advises some influential people on their fitness regimes. He spends a lot of time at his computer and he really needs something new to work with."

The story was mildly true, up to a point, anyway. I was getting a reputation in the pony field and did give some advice to other owners and trainers. And I had written a few stories about my experiences. And some fiction about the things I would like to experience in the future.

"Well...." he said "This would more than certainly suit his needs. It's more set up for gaming and programming, which is what I do. But it would be more than enough for word processing and personal internet...." Sarabeth cut him off with a squeeze on his arm and pointed at me again and asked "Do you mind if the Boss joins us? I want him to hear it from an expert. I can't seem to convince him to give up his old dinosaur computer by myself."

He shrugged and said "Sure, I guess." And he gave her a look that was partly in annoyance at having to share her attention and dubious that she couldn't convince somebody to do something. My good girl already had him wrapped around her finger so tight that she could have convinced him to do naked cartwheels in the street. She sat very close to him with her back straight and shoulders pulled back so each time he looked at her that sweet face and those gorgeous tits were only inches away. Once I brought our drinks and sat down, he rarely even noticed that I was sitting there. At the beginning, anyway.

As we had set up the story beforehand, I was Jackson "Jax" Winters and she was Sarah Monroe, my personal secretary and Gal Friday. I stayed mostly quiet during the introductions and had to restrain myself when he shook my hand. His hand was warm and soft and that first touch sent an electric warmth buzzing through my body. I took a slow deep breath and could feel my cock getting hard in my pants. It's a good thing I preferred loose fitting jeans. If mine were as tight as Sarabeths I would have gotten really uncomfortable really quickly.

I sat in silence for the first few minutes while they discussed the different types of computers and the pros and cons of each. Sarabeth had done some research on the subject before we left home and knew just enough to be able to ask the right questions. In reality, she had never really used a computer before in her life. Coming from a fairly poor background she had never finished High School and although she had taken some typing classes in school she had never gotten far enough to use a computer. Oh, she'd fooled around with my laptop a little now and then while I watched and gave advice, but nothing very serious. And I've always done my own typing. Even though she was bright and a quick study, Sarabeth couldn't type worth a bean.

But she could act and got into a role like a natural. I almost felt guilty for maybe depriving the world of a wonderful actress.

Almost.

Mostly I just sat there and looked at him while they talked. Listened to the sound of his voice and the way he spoke. I kept my dark glasses on so he couldn't tell that my eyes were constantly running up and down his body and getting lost in his face. Sarabeth just sat there chatting about computers while her fingers ran idly up and down his arm. I could see goose bumps rise up on his skin and, by leaning back a little in my chair, I could see a pretty substantial hardon running down the inside of one pant leg. Oh my.... The pictures I had seen of him naked were a little far away and he was mostly out of the frame. But up close and personal like this I could plainly see that Nathan had a pretty good sized piece of meat hanging between his legs. My mouth watered and my hands itched with the thought of getting hold of it. And all the rest of him.




Seven Tails: Tail 02



In a visceral way, I almost felt sorry for the boy. Very soon his life was going to change radically. All of the things that defined him in his life at this moment, his computer, his job, his apartment, his education, Marie... All of those things were going to vanish when he did. He was going to wake up in a world that I suspect he never even imagined. I was going to challenge and change everything about his life.

In short, he was going to wake up in hell. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long for him to realize that it was also heaven in disguise. Fortunately I had the angel Sarabeth on my side. She was my greatest ally.

I believe it was Archimedes who said "Give me a big enough lever and I could move the world." He was so correct. I had the perfect lever to work on Nathan. Or anybody else, for that matter. If Archimedes had met Sarabeth he would have given up math without a second thought.

Nathan sat with his back to the door of the coffee shop and I sat across the table from him. I planned things that way. Not only did it give me a good view of the front of the store and a great view of Nathan himself, it also put some space between me and Sarabeth so she could pour on her charm. And pouring it on she was. She did it so innocently and naturally. Sarabeth just exuded sensuality like it was the most natural thing in the world. I'm sure if the place were empty they would have ended up naked on the floor of the coffee shop. But who would have been raping who would have been hard to tell.

Unbeknownst to him, Marie came walking through the front door of the shop. She spotted Nathan and started to walk over to our table. But when she saw him talking to Sarabeth and saw her hand running up and down his arm she stopped in shock, her mouth hanging open as she stared. Marie was cute in her own way, but compared to my little blond ponygirl she was as homely as ten miles of mud fence. 

I sat and watched the expressions in her face change. When she first walked in her jaw was set in determination and she looked a little grim. Then when she saw our little tableaux her eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock. Her face went red and her eyes narrowed and a line appeared on her forehead as she got extremely angry. Even angrier than she was out in the park. After a moment or two all of the color drained out of her face again and her jaw closed with a snap. Without saying a word, she turned on her heel and walked back out the door again.

I was such a bastard. Using what I knew about them, I could have engineered things to stabilize their relationship and Nathan and Marie may well have gone on to live a happy life together. On the other hand, from what I knew about them, I knew that they weren't really right for each other. Despite his outward macho Dom exterior, Nathan was an unsatisfied closet submissive. And although Marie touted herself online and in his bedroom as a submissive, she was actually very controlling with very little interest in sex other than as a tool to keep Nathan close to her.

If they stayed together they would have made each other miserable.

Besides, I wanted Nathan. I wanted him more than she did and that settled things in my mind. I had hopes and aspirations for him that reached beyond the mundane house in the big city and 3.5 kids future that Marie had planned.

To hell with her. He was mine. And I got what I wanted.

With Sarabeth to keep him distracted, Nathan never even noticed the little drama that had just played out behind him. That was fine. I'm sure the aftermath was going to drive him even further towards the goal I was working towards. That was fine, too.

Long minutes after Marie had come and gone, Nathan blinked and looked at me like he was just seeing me for the first time. In an effort to seem civil he turned and said "So, uh... Jax. What kind of stories do you write?"

I gave him a long cool smile from behind the mask of my dark glasses and waved a hand noncommittally. "They aren't so much. Some psychological studies. Discussions on the subject of power exchanges in everyday life. And some....fiction. Short stories and novels for the fetish crowd." I shrugged. "It's soft core porn, really. Nothing really challenging, but it brings in some money from the bondage and leather types."

He raised an eyebrow. "Really? I'd like to read some of your work."

I pointed to his laptop and said "Sure. Do you mind?" he turned it and slid it towards me and said "Sure." I opened his browser and typed in a website address where I published some of my softer stories at a free website. I navigated to the list of my stories and pushed it back towards him. Most of those stories were Male Dom gay and bisexual dreams of mine.

"Here you go. I'd like to know what you think. My email address is there at the top. Send me a message." Glancing at my watch I said "Sarah dear? We do need to get going. They can't hold that meeting without us and I don't want to be too fashionably late."

She sighed like she didn't want to leave, which I am sure was pretty true, then stood up and shrugged into her leather jacket.

"Boss, you can be a real slave driver at times!" I almost burst out laughing. "But we do need to go." she finished sadly. Leaning down over the seated boy she ran a finger under his chin and tilted his head up. Her lips came down on his is a kiss that made his toes curl up. She pulled away after a moment and said in a low smoky voice "I hope I get to see you again, Nathan. Very soon."

We walked out of the coffee shop while he sat there with his face burning red and his mouth hanging open in shock.

Three

Sarabeth lay back on the bed, her legs wrapped around my shoulders while my head was between her thighs and I tongued her pussy, driving her to one orgasm after another. One hand was wrapped in my hair so tight it was almost painful.

We had both been so wound up when we got back to the hotel that our clothes were strewn all over the room. It had taken all of my restraint not to bend her over and take her in the elevator on the way upstairs. But those tight jeans would have thwarted me. Even being used to wearing them, Sarabeth had to struggle to get them off while I lay already naked on the bed growling with lust.

Just as soon as she was naked I flipped her over on her back on the bed and dove between those soft heavenly thighs and proceeded to bring her off several times with my lips and tongue. That always took just the edge off for her and she was always ready for more. Besides, I just loved making my little pony girl come hard and repeatedly. Her little screams and sighs of ecstasy were music to my ears.

She pulled on my hair even harder. "Please Master..." she begged. "Please.... Oh god... please..... I want you inside me, Master...... oh god...." I planted one last kiss right on her clit that made her shiver and moan and tremble, then slowly crawled up her body. Grabbing her wrists, I crossed them over one another and held them pinned to the bed above her head and just looked down at her, my hard cock pointed right at the entrance to her pussy. She moaned some more and bucked her hips beneath me in an effort to get my prick inside her.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Sarabeth?"

"Oh god yes please, Master!"

"Where do you want my cock, Sarabeth?"

She moaned again. "Anywhere.... Everywhere!"

"Tell me." Moving my pelvis a little I made the head of my prick rub up and down the slit of her pussy, getting me coated with her juices.

"I want you in my pussy, Master. And.... In my mouth. And.... In my ass.... Oooohhh.... Please, Master!" She didn't mind when I talked dirty to her. It was a thing she expected from men. But it embarrassed her highly when I made her talk that way. And it turned her on even more, though she wouldn't admit it. Deep down she reveled in being what she called a 'dirty girl' at times.

I released her hands with the admonition "Keep them up there, Sarabeth. If you move your hands I'll make you sleep on the floor." I wouldn't have, but it worked well as a threat. She moaned in frustration. I reached back and grabbed her ankles and brought her feet up to my chest. Her legs weren't long enough to reach to my shoulders but I put them into my chest and leaned forward, pinning her body to the bed with my weight. One hand went between our bodies and positioned the head of my prick right at her opening, spreading her lips apart and slipping just inside. She moaned and tried to wiggle me in deeper but I held her mostly immobile. Both her hands and her toes were curled up and clenched tight.

"Do you really want me to fuck you, Sarabeth?"

"Please, Master!" she begged.

"And what will you do for me?"

"Anything! Everything! Anything you want, Master. Ooohh... I am yours. I will do anything you want."

With that I leaned forward and pressed my cock up inside her slowly, sinking in a fraction of an inch at a time while she gasped and wiggled beneath me. As the last bit of my prick disappeared up inside her, I felt my balls nestling between her ass cheeks. Sarabeth gasped and panted like she couldn't draw a full breath. I was having a little trouble breathing myself. Her pussy gripped me so hard it was like a hot wet velvet vise on my meat, pulsing up and down my shaft. It took all of my self control to keep from filling her with my come right then and there.

I grabbed her dainty little feet in my hands and pulled them a little way from my chest and my thumbs ran down the sole of each foot. She squeaked and gasped hard, her toes curling up so hard they crackled and her hands almost came up off of the bed as she gave a little scream and came. Neither one of us was really into tickling, but the unexpected sensation caught her off guard and threw her into a hard sudden orgasm that caught her completely by surprise. Chuckling and balanced on my knees, I spread her legs wide apart then wrapped them around my waist as I leaned down over her and rested on my elbows.

You couldn't tell from initially looking at her, but Sarabeth was very well toned and incredibly strong, especially her legs. It took a lot of muscle and strength to pull a sulky cart with 180 pounds of me in it as fast as she did and she could do a three minute dressage routine in those heavy pony boots with the horse shoes on the soles like she was wearing sneakers.

If you just watched her walk, like I always did (hell, everybody did) you would just whistle to yourself and think "Wow! Nice legs!" They were firm and shapely and incredibly sexy without seeming too muscled or bulky. And Sarabeth did know how to walk in just a way to make sure that she caught your eye.

The point I'm trying to make here is that once I moved her legs down to my waist she stretched and pulled them up and wrapped those heavenly thighs around my waist and locked me in like I was in chains, pulling me deeper inside her body. Even if I had wanted to get away, I would have been hard pressed to get out of that leg lock with sheer muscle power alone.

But then I didn't have anywhere I needed to be at the moment anyway so it didn't really matter. I'd already met Nathan, which was my goal for this little excursion. So if I had to spend the rest of the time we had allotted between her sweet thighs then I had no complaints.

"You can move you hands now, Sarabeth. They are free."

Her arms came up and wrapped around my neck, pulling my head down until our lips met in a long smoldering kiss. I was wrapped in a cocoon of softly moaning little blond pony girl and the sight and sound and smell and taste of her was overwhelming. Pressing her heels into my back as a fulcrum, she started rocking her pelvis beneath me, slowly and sensuously.

And moments later I got to feel those heels drumming on my tailbone as she squeaked into my mouth and climaxed again, those wonderful internal muscles squeezing me like a milking machine.

Christ, what was I thinking? I should have been deliriously happy with this beautiful loving giving willing woman who would do absolutely anything to please me. Sometimes there weren't enough hours in the day to spend in bed with her, let alone training for the next gathering and mundane things like eating and sleeping.

Well, I was deliriously happy. I couldn't really ask for anything more.

But I was wanting more. And even more on top of that. I had five empty cages and wouldn't stop until they were filled. I wanted six champion ponies. Six servants. Six bed partners. Hell, I had room for a dozen cages if I wanted to build more. But I suspected that six would be plenty. After all, there were just so many hours in the day.

I had already decided that I was going to take Nathan and make him my next pony. Barring any horrible mistakes or natural disasters, that was going to happen within the next couple of weeks at the latest.

He didn't know it but I sure as hell did.

Even though I had this beautiful blond goddess beneath me, pleasuring me with her body, I thought about Nathan as I drove into her time and time again until we collapsed together in mutual ecstasy.

Four

It wasn't until we had driven home the following morning that I remembered to check my email. Sarabeth was busy taking care of our laundry and tidying up the house. At my direction she had hung up her dresses and her new clothes in a closet in one of the spare bedrooms. They would be out of the way there and she would finally have something to wear to the next Pony's Ball when we went to the gathering again. That thought made her smile.

It also made her happy when I allowed her to use her mp3 player while she worked. Since she was usually naked at home, I let her clip it to the ring in her collar. Sarabeth smiled and hummed and danced while she worked. A happy pony.

I had around a dozen different email accounts in different places. Always an extra one to throw away if I needed to. And many of them were routed through an anonymous server in the old Soviet Union. A couple through my banks both in Bern and the Caymans. All of them were pretty close to being untraceable. I'm sure Interpol could crack them open but anybody else would have to start a war or show evidence that I was an international terrorist or something to be able to trace those accounts.

You can probably tell that I value my privacy.

I logged in to my "ArexTheHunter" account. The same one I used when chatting with Nathan in that BDSM chat room. As I suspected, there was an email from him, posted the day we met him there in the coffee house.

"Lord Arex,

First of all, I want to apologize for my behavior. There was no call for me to be so rude to you when all you were trying to do was help. I am truly sorry and hope that I did not offend you.

Secondly, I am beginning to suspect that you were right after all. This whole "Dominant" thing is just not working out for me. So far it has caused me little more than grief and worry.

I have looked into and spoken with a few of the Dommes in the chat room and it has only left me with more questions. Frankly Sir, I find most of those women to be cold and unappealing and I find the notion of submitting myself to one of them unappealing as well.

Even though the fetish lifestyle has intrigued me for most of my adult life, perhaps I am, at heart, just a "vanilla" person after all.

Once again, please accept my apologies and I would really like to speak to you again on this matter.

-Nathan Terrazano aka Time Lord"

Well! That was interesting. The apology and the fact that he gave me his real name (even though I already knew it, but he didn't know that) was a real step forward. I would have to think through my reply carefully.

"Nathan,

Apology accepted. As I said before I am always here and willing to listen. Perhaps it is I who should apologize to you. I was challenging your core beliefs, the very essence of your personal identity. It is not really my place to do so, despite whatever my thoughts might be on the matter.

Although I do not know for sure, you come across as being both very bright and rather young. I'm not saying this in any bad connotation. If you are really as young as I suspect you are, you are mature beyond your years. You also have what appears to be a very "youthful" energy and a zest for life that I do not often encounter in older people. It is very refreshing. I do so enjoy chatting with you. You tend to brighten up my day.

As far as the somewhat delicate and touchy subject of your orientation goes, I suggest that you take it slowly and deliberately and not leap headlong into anything that you might come to regret later.

Rather than involving yourself with one of the Dommes in the chat room, most of whom are merely pretending by the way, why don't you look instead at some of the male sub literature that has been published on the subject? There are endless fascinating stories and articles out there to be read at your leisure. I will give you a list of some of my favorite links here."

I inserted a list of internet links to Male Dom / Male sub stories and a few Fem Dom links. Right in the middle of the list was the same link to the "Jax Winters" stories I had given him the day before under a different name.

"If you are interested in learning more, read through some of these stories and see what you think. I do hope that you are not offended by any of my proffered links and I am not trying to insinuate anything about your lifestyle choices. These stories are merely my personal favorites. And, as I have told you from the very beginning, I enjoy the company of males as well as female subs. "Resist Limitation!" is my motto.

I am always here for you, Nathan. Ready to listen and help when I can.

My regards,

-Master Max Rambeaux, aka Lord Arex"

There. That should get him quietly thinking for awhile. Just another small nudge in the right direction. I figured I probably wouldn't hear from him for a day or two. Much to my surprise about five minutes later I got a reply in my inbox.

"Master Max,

I was reading through your links in between classes and was very startled. You sent me a link to some stories by a man named Jax Winters. Amazingly enough I met Mr. Winters at the coffee shop here in town yesterday!

I don't remember very much about him other than he was nice and very soft spoken. He gave me the very same link you sent me. But his secretary is the hottest woman I have ever seen in my life! She was little and blond and gorgeous with the biggest warmest blue eyes... Long blond hair in a braid that went all the way down her back and a body that just would not quit. She looked like a miniature version of Lara Croft.

I think I fell in love with her at first sight. I almost cried when he said they had to leave. Some sort of business meeting or something. And when she kissed me right before they left I very nearly came in my pants. I'm getting all excited again just thinking about her. Sarah. That was her name.

All I know for sure right now was that if she was a Domme, I would throw myself at her feet just to be near her again. If I were sure such a thing existed, I would say that I had found the love of my life. Hopefully, that isn't just the way she treats every guy she meets.

Anyway, any guy who could have a girl like Sarah working for him must have something going. I'm going to go read some of his stories now.

-Nathan

P.S. I will be in the chat room this evening about 8:00 pm my time if you will be around. I would love a chance to talk to you some more."

I smiled at his comments and made a mental note to show this email to Sarabeth at the first opportunity. I'm sure she would get a kick out of the impression she made and his description of her.

And I was right, she did.

Later on that evening, however, things got a little ugly. Nathan came into the chat room morose and despondent. It only took me a little while to draw out what had upset him so much.




Seven Tails: Tail 03



Reposted by request

11-7-12

Seven Tails

Tail Three: Stable Boy

(Daniel and introducing David and Wendy)

One

The vinyl of the stool squeaked against the soft material of my pants as I sat and watched the process of my newest acquisition regaining consciousness. The first few hours were both critical and highly amusing.

And generally predictable. As an avid student of psychology I recognized that the new ones always followed the Kubler-Ross Model known as the "Five stages of grief".

1. Denial and Isolation. 2. Anger. 3. Bargaining. 4. Depression. And finally, 5. Acceptance. 

We would typically be going through those stages several times in the next couple of days.

If I had wanted my life to be simple and easy, I would have found a way to skip the first four stages and go straight to acceptance.

But that wouldn't be anywhere near as fun.

I knew places where I could have purchased them already broken and trained, even willing and eager. All willing participants who had volunteered for this life.

In the beginning, that was how I had gotten my start.

But like I said, it wasn't anywhere near as fun.

I could tell by the slight changes in his breathing and the little involuntary twitches in his arms and legs that he was slowly coming around. He lay on his side on the warm hardwood floor, chains from his shackles spread out around him.

I often wonder if they appreciated the expense I went to in order to make them comfortable. It took me years to renovate the old barn; closing in all of the gaps in the outside walls, adding insulation, heat and air conditioning, installing almost five hundred square feet of temperature controlling pipes under the hardwood floor that kept them cool in the summer and warm in the winter. And all of the damned plumbing.

Not to mention the hours of sanding and varnishing to make everything smooth and splinter-free.

Real horse owners had it dead easy if you asked me.

He was in cage number four of the six I had built. Originally I had thought to put in twelve, but I had reconsidered before my greed got the best of me. If I had wanted to be a serious trainer, selling my stock to those who wanted such things, I had room to put in dozens of them. But that would require lots of work and hired hands and keeping records and all of that.

Sure, I could have made piles of money, but I didn't need it. I already had piles of money. Most of the stock for sale, if they were young and healthy and pretty enough, sold for hundreds of thousands each. I had spent nearly a quarter of a million for my first two and, after four years of hard training, sold them both as champion breeders for half a million. I briefly considered making it a business but, as I said, I didn't need the money.

I just wanted them for my own personal use. That was fulfilling enough. After all, there were only so many hours in the day.

I could hear soft sounds and the clink of chains moving across the floor in the other three cages. They all had their curtains drawn and, even though they were curious about the new acquisition, they all knew better than to reach through the bars and touch the curtains. Early on in training, I always instilled a healthy fear of the crop and the whip and even though they knew I would not mark them permanently, I knew ways of driving a lesson home so it would not be forgotten quickly.

"Sarabeth" I said quietly. 

There was a quick intake of breath down the hall and a soft voice spoke. "Yes, Master?" I glanced at the first cage. There was a whisper of motion against the curtain and I could picture her on her knees, hands gripping the bars with her face pressed between them, straining for sounds.

"Are you dressed, dear?" It was a rhetorical and somewhat trick question. My pets were never allowed to be dressed in any way without permission.

"No, Master."

"Soft shoes and the leash, my love. I will be needing you soon." As an afterthought I added "And a tight braid, love. Take your time and make yourself beautiful for me."

"Yes, Master."

I scrolled through the touchscreen of my remote and opened the cabinet in Sarabeth's cage for her. She was my first solo acquisition and my most loyal and highly trained pet. I suspect at this point if I opened the cage and offered her freedom she would have closed the cage door herself and cried.

A quiet moan caught my attention and I saw my newest moving his head back and forth, trying to come awake.

Good. It wouldn't be much longer now.

It had been so easy, like they all were. It always amazed me how supposedly intelligent creatures could find themselves trapped so easily. And how careless society was with it's members. So many of them were never missed at all.

I had ranged around for a couple of hundred miles to the agrarian communities here and in the neighboring state and placed a simple want ad in some of the local trade newspapers:

"Wanted: Live-in stable hand for show horse ranch. Must be young and fit, willing to be trained and work hard. Some travel involved. Excellent compensation and benefits. No experience necessary."

All replies went to an anonymous post office box in a place that gave 24 hour access to the boxes and, more importantly, had no video surveillance. I, of course, paid for the box in cash, as I had the want ad. That was only one of over a dozen things I had going at the moment, looking for new stock.

I had gotten maybe a dozen replies to the ad and spent a week driving from place to place doing interviews. It was almost disheartening. Too young, too old, married and wanting to bring his wife along, etc. Part of me wanted to give it up as a bad idea but I had learned patience.

Number ten proved to be the charm. I met Daniel at a roadside truck stop near where he was living. He'd been working as a dishwasher at the truck stop for a couple of weeks and living in a friends camper down the road. He had been orphaned young and lived in a series of foster homes all over the state before growing too old and "aging out" of the system. He had finished high school and had actually started a nursing program at one of the local community colleges, which surprised me.

But luckily for me, he had run out of money and grants before he could finish the program and decided to take a year or two off to work and raise more money.

"Besides," he said "I was getting tired of being around all of these people all of the time. I always thought I'd like to work on a ranch with horses." Daniel paused and his eyes went soft and kind of misty for a moment. "When I was little," he said "I used to wish I was a horse. I'd see them on teevee and think 'Man! To be able to run like that would be awesome!' And I'd go outside and pretend I was a horse for hours." He smiled and shook his head. "I know it's a silly kids fantasy, but that was a dream of mine for many years."

A light went on in my head. Could he possibly be more perfect?

Add that to the fact that he was really cute and I figured the deal was sealed right then and there. Daniel had dark brown hair, cut fairly short and soft brown eyes that almost made me melt inside. He was small, only about five foot three and was pretty well built. He looked a few years younger than his twenty two years. I got him to roll up his sleeve and show me his bicep with the pretense that I thought he might be too small to handle my workload. That got his dander up just a little bit and gave me a glimpse at his spirit. Also, it gave me a good idea which handle I could grab to make him go the direction I wanted him to. Being small gave him a fragile ego that could be tweaked and used to manipulate him.

I was such a bastard sometimes.

He was young and pretty and muscular and intelligent and I decided right then and there that I had to have him.

I reached across the table and shook his hand and said "Well young man, it looks like I might just have a place for you in my stable.. How long do you need to pack and say your good-bye's and when can you leave?"

He smiled at me and said "If you can drive me down the road, I can be packed and out in ten minutes. There's not anybody here I really need to say goodbye to, if you know what I mean."

Oh yes. Perfect in every way.

It was about a four hour trip back to my place. We spent a lot of the time making small talk and listening to country music on the radio. I didn't really much care for country music, but I figured as he thought I was an actual ranch owner I might as well go along with the façade.

About fifteen minutes out from my place I pulled over to the side and off onto a little dirt road that I knew was always deserted under the pretense of "checking on something". In a little wooded patch I pointed to a spot outside the passenger window and when Daniel turned his head, I pressed the auto injector against his upper arm and pushed the button.

When I hit him with the injector, Daniel had just about enough time to jump and grab his arm and say "Hey, what are you..." before his eyes rolled up in his head and he slumped over on the seat, sound asleep. I unbuckled his seat belt and slid him to the floor board of the truck and covered him over with the horse blanket I had stashed behind the seat.

Then I turned the truck around and headed for home, a happy and contented smile on my face.

If a stranger drove into my driveway he would follow the road for about a quarter of a mile before encountering the gate, with the ten foot fence stretching off in either direction into the woods. You can see nothing of the house or other buildings from the gate. All you can see is a little call box and a video camera. As you can guess, I screen my visitors fairly rigorously.

Another half mile past the gate and the house and grounds come into view. At first glance it appears to be just a regular horse farm. A large barn, corral, paddock and a small oval quarter mile track laid out in the soft earth. Another large barn-like building was an indoor arena for use in bad weather. Equipment scattered here and there.. trailers and tractors, a little 4-wheeled ATV... everything you would expect to see.

Except any actual horses, of course.

The house is set into the hillside. It mostly looks like a large log cabin type house, like one of those you can buy from a kit or have the Amish build for you. And for the most part, it is exactly what it seems to be. A little bigger and more lavish than your typical farmhouse, more like a rich man's hunting lodge or something. Which is what it was, for the most part.

I pulled up to the door of the barn and went inside. I knew that the newest would be out for about six more hours so I had plenty of time. I checked on all of my prizes one by one to make sure they were all right and where I left them. Sarabeth, Nathan and Gael each got a smile, a kiss and a soft word as I went from cage to cage.

Once I was sure all of my stock was in good shape I closed the curtains on their cages and announced that it was "Quiet Time". They all knew that it meant that they were to keep any noise to a minimum and speak only when spoken to. None of them wanted to spend the next few hours with a ball gag between their teeth.

I returned to the truck with a small wheeled cart. It had big bouncy tires for going over rough terrain and the perfect size for hauling an unconscious prospective pet. I'm all about not straining my back. It was pretty easy to get Daniel out of the floorboard and into the cart. I piled his backpack full of clothes on top of him and wheeled the whole thing into the barn. His personal effects would go into a locker with all the rest of them.

In cage number four I laid him on the floor and methodically stripped his clothes off and piled them with his pack. When he was naked I stood there for a moment and just admired the view. The boy had obviously worked hard and kept himself in good shape. He was finely muscled. I'm sure if he was awake and not so completely relaxed I would be able to see the washboard pattern in his abs. His body was mostly smooth but he had a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair surrounding his prick, which stood up tall and hard, thanks to the second drug in my special cocktail. His prick was larger than I would have suspected from his size, about seven inches long and quite thick. I couldn't resist kneeling down and taking it in my hand, stroking it just a little bit. Despite his drugged state, Daniel moaned softly and rolled his hips at my touch.

I'm sure Daniel had been quite popular with the ladies. I could think of at least four other people who would greatly appreciate that sweet body and fine cock in the near future.

And who knows? Maybe some day hundreds of people would get to appreciate it in the arena. The future was full of possibilities.

Putting my musings aside, I went and got my medical kit and slipped on a pair of sterile gloves. I drew a tourniquet around his upper arm and quickly drew three vials of blood and set them side. Then I rolled him on his side and, after cleaning the back of his neck with alcohol, I applied a topical anesthetic and laid out my tattoo template. My little battery operated gun worked just like it always did and I quickly inked the stylized "MxR" that was my mark on the back of his neck.

It was part of the ritual for me. Now he was marked for the rest of his life as being mine. I knew some owners who used actual brands. In my opinion they were ugly and barbaric. Necessary pain was one thing, as it was all part of training. Unnecessary pain was just plain sadism and I wasn't into it.

I pulled out another injector that had a short large bore needle. I poked it underneath the top layers of skin right below that tattoo and pulled the trigger. The device implanted a small microchip so I could track my stock wherever they were. Just another app I had on my handy little remote. It pays to think ahead, sometimes.

I put ointment on the fresh tattoo and covered it and the mark on his arm with a bandage. The vials of blood went into an envelope and I would drop them off in town with a certain lab tech who owed me many many favors. He would run a complete workup and let me know if there were any problems I needed to address. He didn't know and didn't want to know where the blood came from.

I cleaned up my kit and put things away, discarding the needles in a safe container.

Then I returned to the cage and pulled down the shackles from the ceiling and locked them securely around his wrists. Another set secured to the floor went around his ankles. Finally, I pulled a soft leather blindfold over his eyes. He could pull it off when he awoke if I let him get his hands that close to his face. If he decided to be cooperative, I could be generous.

I stepped back and admired the view one more time, then closed and locked the cage. I pulled the curtain shut and stepped back.

"Nathan" I said.

"Yes, Master?"

"It's nap time."

I could almost hear him shiver with anticipation.

"Yes, Master!"

I actually managed to nap for about three hours. That was about my limit. I don't think I had slept for more than three or four hours at a stretch at any point in my life. It was just a quirk of mine.

I roused Nathan from his exhausted sleep and directed him to get himself cleaned up and change the sheets on my bed. He went shakily into the bathroom to rid himself of all of the come I had pumped into his tight willing ass.

Before I had taken him, Nathan had never had sex with a man before. He fought it for quite some time. But I suspect he had been harboring some suppressed tendencies, as we had found out he was multi-orgasmic when being fucked. It wasn't until the third time that I took him he finally admitted to himself and me what was self evident to me from the first time. He loved being fucked long and hard in his ass.

I was more than happy to oblige him when the mood struck me. I could be generous.

I stepped into the shower and started to lather up and get clean. Nathan scurried off to get the sheets changed as quickly as possible. I knew that he would want to join me so I deliberately took my time. Sure enough, after a few minutes I looked back and could see him kneeling by the shower door, looking like a lost puppy.

I cracked the door open and said "Was there something you wanted?"

He looked up at me with those big dark eyes and said "Please, Master?"

I hesitated for a few seconds, as if weighing the decision in my mind, the opened the door wider and said "Come join me, Nathan."

He said "Thank you, Master!" and dove through the door and into my arms.

Even though I had already washed myself, the young lad got a cloth and soap and proceeded to scrub my body all over again. He did enjoy it so. While he was busily washing my back and down my legs, I turned towards the mirror and shaved. He knew not to jostle me too much while I was so engaged. It was a testament of his skill. The first and only time he had made me cut myself shaving ended up giving him a pretty hard day and left him with some pretty red welts all over his backside. 

It never happened again. 

While I shaved I mused about Daniel. How sweet and fine his body looked and how fetching he would look in full racing harness. He and Nathan were of a same build and about the same height. I wondered if I had finally managed to get a team for the chariot races. That would be a fine feather in my cap!

I imagined the two of them side by side, pulling a chariot, their smooth muscles bunching and flowing as they pulled together. My minds eye could see those two strong backs and sweet firm asses next to each other in the traces, their long flowing tails whisking back and forth as they ran. I could feel my cock start twitching and getting hard again.

When I put the razor back on the shelf and turned, Nathan was kneeling at my feet, his face only inches away from my half hard prick. He eyed it hungrily and looked up again into my eyes and begged "Please, Master?"

Again, how could I resist? I nodded and his hands came up and wrapped around the shaft of my cock and started stroking me. I hardened quickly and he leaned forward and slipped the head of my prick into his mouth.

For a young man who had never sucked a cock before he met me, Nathan had learned the skill quickly. I suspect it might be some sort of inborn talent, because he rapidly learned how best to please me with his mouth and tongue and hands. I would never have admitted it to him, let alone the other two, but Nathan had given me some of the best blow jobs I had ever gotten before. Sarabeth was a close second, but, again, I would never have told her. It would have hurt her feelings.

Whenever I was having alone time with one of my pets, they were always the apple of my eye.

It only took a couple of minutes for that soft sucking mouth and those warm soft hands to bring me to the edge. I reached down and gripped a handful of his hair in my fist, groaned deep in my chest and started spewing my come into his throat. Nathan squeezed my balls gently, as if trying to milk me and swallowed my come as it shot into his mouth. The sensation of him swallowing with his mouth full of my prick was amazing. One that I would never tire of, I imagined.

When my flow of jism had finally stopped, Nathan stayed on his knees, holding my prick gently in his lips and looked up at me with just a hint of pride in his eyes. He knew he had pleased me.

I reached down and pulled him to his feet and into my arms. My lips found his and I kissed him hungrily, the taste of my come still on his lips and tongue taking nothing away from the experience.

When I pulled away from his lips I held his head in my hands and kissed his forehead. "You are a good boy, Nathan." I said. "You have made me very happy."

He managed to beam and blush a little at the same time. "Thank you, Master. I do try."




Seven Tails: Tail 03



I stepped out onto the bath mat and let Nathan dry me off with a big fluffy towel and then went into the bedroom to get dressed, leaving him to clean up the bathroom. 

By the time I was fully dressed and ready Nathan had slipped on his soft tennis shoes and buckled the collar back around his neck. He knelt on the rug, eyes on the floor with one hand holding the end of his leash up in the air for my hand. I took it and he rose to his feet and followed behind me as we headed back out to the barn.

Once he was back in his cage and his things put away I closed the curtain and went to check on my newest. He was still unconscious, but showing some signs of coming around. Good. My soft padded stool was placed right in front of the cage door, leaving just enough room to swing it open.

Since it looked like I still had some time to kill, I went over to the stainless steel counter along the wall and started a pot of coffee brewing. In moments the aroma of thick rich Brazilian coffee was wafting through the stables. I could hear the other three moving to the front of their cages and could actually hear them sniffing the enticing scent.

When the pot was done I poured myself a cup and then said "Quietly, please. Coffee?"

Three separate whispers came back, all variations on "Yes please, Master!" I poured three small plastic coffee mugs and doled them out. Each of my pets huddled themselves around the steaming mugs and sipped at them slowly, savoring the experience. They were only allowed coffee once or twice a week, as I was careful about the amount of stimulants in their diet. I was very careful about their entire diet, limiting starches and sugars and making sure they ate lots of proteins and carbs. It was a difficult science, keeping them both healthy and satisfied at the same time.

For the most part, my stock ate "kibble". It wasn't animal feed, but a complicated form of trail mix that contained lots of vitamins and minerals and muscle toning ingredients. It was a combination of sweet and salty and it was pretty tasty, even if it did get a little boring after awhile. For a reward, those of my pets who had behaved and pleased me ate four meals a week at my table with me. They got to eat what I did and they all learned to work hard for that reward.

The kibble also contained, randomly, small doses of the aphrodisiac that was in my secret mix. Keeping my pets in a high state of sexual tension and being miserly at times about allowing them release was an essential part of their training. It was also highly amusing. Anybody who was caught masturbating without permission was punished severely.

On occasion, I suspect that they let me catch them on purpose, just for the extra attention.

But I wasn't as picky about my own release, of course. That was the point of this whole exercise. Sure, the training, the carting and dressage, the arena and the exhibitions and races were fun and diverting, but the whole thing was about my own pleasure. During our little romp earlier, Nathan had come repeatedly while I was fucking him. He couldn't help it. I liked making my pets come as many times as possible when we played.

But while my cock was in his mouth in the shower Nathan had become extremely excited again. His prick was hard and straining at the air by the time I finished coming in his mouth. I could have stroked him or sucked him off or fingered his ass until he came again, but I didn't. Leaving him with an unspent hardon always charged his system back up and kept his edge keen and razor sharp.

Besides, I had plans for that hardon that might come in handy later.

So I sipped my coffee in silent thought and waited, wondering how Daniel was going to take the news of this sudden change in his life. Probably not very well, at first. They never did.

Even though I had never really spent much time around real horses, I imagined it was like taking a wild horse fresh from the wilds. First you had to break them down... Make them realize escape and resistance were impossible. Breaking down their natural rebelliousness without breaking their spirit completely was a fine line. Then you had to get them used to being controlled. And once you mastered that, then you had to train them in the finer arts and give them the skills to be a potential champion.

Sarabeth and Nathan were both registered champion ponies. We had won the dressage and sulky events the last three events we had attended. Sarabeth could do our dressage routine in her sleep with style and flair. If her life had taken another direction, she would have made an excellent gymnast or an awesomely talented dancer. She put all of her heart into being something I could be proud of. Under her demure and somewhat shy demeanor lurked a grinning exhibitionist. Whenever she finished a routine in front of an audience she was always so wound up the merest touch would bring her to orgasm. Seeing that sort of glow and shine always brought a few extra points from the judges.

Nathan was my sulky racer. He was one of those rare types who could slip into the fabled "runner's high" very quickly. While wearing blinders and strapped into the harness in front of my cart he slipped off into a single-minded nirvana and focused on nothing but the finish line. And the reward he knew was coming when he won, of course. I don't think there was anything he wouldn't do as long as I promised to fuck him long and hard afterward. 

We were still struggling to find a niche for Gael. Her legs were too short for dressage or running and though she liked jumping, once again her legs were too short for competition. I didn't much care the jumping events anyway, as they were too hard on knees and back, in my opinion. Champion jumpers only had one or two years in them before they were forced to retire. Her heart still chafed at her captivity but there was also a seed of jealousy towards the other two for their accomplishments. Gael was a pony in transition. At her first and only gathering so far I kept her out of the events, which made her both angry and sad and she spent most of the time sulking at my feet. But when we had the big parade at the end of the event I decked her out in full harness with bells and a big ostrich plume on her head and had her pull my cart with the other two trotting along behind. She held her head with that fiery mane of red hair high and proud and pranced her little heart out. 

Afterward all three of us spent time rewarding her for her performance. And even though it was a ten hour trip home, she slept the whole way with a smile on her lips.

Thinking about Gael, I set my mug down and stepped over to her cage, pulling the curtains apart just wide enough for her to see me. Quickly, she set her cup down and scurried to the front of the cage and knelt, her eyes on the floor at my feet. I crouched down so that our eyes would be on a level and reached through the bars. I cupped her chin in my hand and turned her face up, my fingers caressing her cheek softly.

"My beautiful little flame." I whispered. "You always burn so bright..."

My thumb passed over her soft full lips and she bared her teeth briefly, as if she was going to bite me, then she opened her mouth and took my thumb between her lips and sucked on it like it was my cock. I heard a little purring noise from deep in her chest. I let her continue for a moment then pulled my hand away.

"I have a special assignment for you, my little fiery beauty."

"Anything you wish, Master." Her eyes were bright and glowing green, like a cats.

"Do you remember your first night here? How you watched Nathan and Sarabeth at play in the cage right across the way?"

She took a deep breath and her nipples hardened into little points like diamonds on her chest. A red flush spread across her cheeks and down her chest. She stretched and shivered a little and I saw goose bumps raise up all over her fine pale skin. "Oh yes, I remember, Master. It got me sooooo hot... I wanted to be in there with them so bad..." She paused and stuck her lower lip out in a small pout and said "Then you came in and beat me for playing with myself. It wasn't fair!"

"But it taught you an important lesson, did it not?" She nodded grudgingly, the pout still on her little heart shaped lips.

"The new boy will be awake soon."

"So, it's another boy then? Goody!" She almost clapped her hands with joy. Once a week I allowed time for my pets to play together for a couple of hours. We kept a calendar posted on the wall and stuck to a rigorous schedule to keep anybody from getting jealous. Week one was Sarabeth and Nathan. Week two was Gael and Nathan. Week three was Gael and Sarabeth. On week four I allowed all three of them time together, usually in my bed because it was big enough to hold them all at once. My participation was, of course, bound by no schedule whatsoever and based solely on my whims. Once Daniel was fully integrated into our group it would throw my schedule way off but we could live with that, I think.

I held a finger to my lips. "Sssh... You are the first to know, love. Keep it quiet for the moment. I'm trusting you."

Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled in pride and said "Of course, Master. Anything for you. What can I do?"

"When the time is right" I said, leaning closer and speaking more softly "I want you and Nathan to do the same thing for the new boy. I want you to show him some of the rewards for good behavior and that belonging to me might not be such a bad thing, after all. I know I can count on you to give him a good show." I paused, than added "And besides, I think you like playing with Nathan just a little bit, don't you?"

She shivered again and another wave of goose bumps traveled up and down her skin. Another flush spread out from her cheeks. I knew it embarrassed her a little, but I adored it when she blushed. And she did it so easily.

She reached a hand out towards the bars, then pulled it back at the last second. I reached out and took her small hand in mine and squeezed it.

"I would rather be with you, Master." she said "But I do like playing with Nathan almost as much."

I raised her hand to my lips and kissed her fingers softly. "Tell you what, my little flame. If you give the new boy a good show you can come and stay with me tomorrow night. All night." She shivered hard and squeezed my fingers. 

"Thank you, Master! I will give him a show he won't ever forget! I promise!"

I didn't often let a pet spend the entire night in my bed. We usually just went there for quick romps, like the one with Nathan earlier. I saved the "sleepovers" as a special reward. And it included breakfast in the morning, which was a rare treat indeed.

I started to rise and Gael held on to my fingers. "Was there something else?" I asked.

"Can... can Nathan fuck me in my ass, Master?" She blushed furiously red as the words left her lips. 

I leaned down and pulled her closer and kissed her on the forehead and whispered "I will make sure that he fucks you long and hard in your cute little ass, Gael. As many times as you want." She moaned aloud and almost collapsed on the floor. I'm sure she just had at least a small orgasm. Excellent. She would be tightly wound and ready to go when I brought Nathan to her cage. Daniel would get a good eyeful when the time came.

I closed her curtain again and stepped across to Nathans cage. I crouched down briefly and spoke quietly through the thick curtain.

"Nathan."

"Yes, Master?"

"When the time is right I want you and Gael to give the newest a show of how we play here, understand?"

"Yes, Master!"

"And Nathan..."

"Yes, Master?"

"Make sure you give her what she wants most, understand?"

"Of course, Master! I'll be happy to!"

"You're a good boy, Nathan."

Of all of my pets, only Sarabeth had any experience with anal sex before meeting me. And she had discovered the difference between being screwed by an inexperienced teenager with a sort fuse and someone who knew what he was doing and had lots of self control. She claimed "It was like the first time all over again, but much better!" Now all three of my pets shared a passion for the act. Nathan preferred receiving over giving, but he did enjoy sinking his prick into a tight willing ass when it was allowed.

But it was one of the things that they were forced to earn to right to do when I allowed them to play together. Just another measure of control which made the rewards so much sweeter.

I sat back down on my stool and sipped the last of my coffee. Daniel was groaning softly and starting to move around.

"Sarabeth" I said quietly. There was a quick intake of breath down the hall and a soft voice spoke. "Yes, Master?" I glanced at the first cage. There was a whisper of motion against the curtain and I could picture her on her knees, hands gripping the bars with her face pressed between them, straining for sounds.

I gave her instructions and settled back to wait.

Two

As Daniel started waking up and moving around I stepped into the cage and put my hands under his armpits and lifted him up to a kneeling position and thumbed the button on my remote to pull the shackles up towards the ceiling, leaving his hands just above his head. Still groggy, he made little moans and groans and his head turned back and forth, trying to see through the blindfold. I supported him until he was a little steadier saying "Easy, Daniel. Easy. You're all right. Just relax." over and over again.

Once he seemed to be more or less awake I stepped back out of the cage, leaving the door open and sat back down on my stool. He was still bewildered, turning his head back and forth and pulling at the shackles the held his hands.

"What... What... What's going on? Where am I?"

"Easy, Daniel. You are all right. We are at my ranch. You are safe." I tried to sound reassuring. The first few minutes of the drug wearing off were a bit disorienting.

"Mister Belmont?"

I had used the name Belmont when I met him at the diner. There were dozens of names I used for different things. I briefly wondered how long it had been since I told somebody my real name. Probably at least ten years.

"Yes, Daniel. But my name isn't really Joshua Belmont."

"I can't see! Why am I tied up? What's going on?"

"There's a blindfold over your eyes. I will take it off in a moment so you can see. Just relax. You are tied up because I want you to be. And as to what is going on..." I paused a little for effect than said "You have been kidnapped, Daniel."

That startled him just a little bit and he jerked against the chains. "Kidnapped? What? Why? I don't have any money.."

"I didn't take you for money, Daniel. I took you because I wanted you here in my stables. You will be an excellent addition to my collection."

"Please" he begged. "I don't have anything you want. I... I'll do anything you want. Please just don't kill me."

"I have no intention on killing you Daniel. I want you to be alive and healthy for a long time."

"Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want..."

"Yes you will. You will learn to do exactly what I say and give me what I want when I want it. I told you back at the diner that you would get lots of training and your training has already begun."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I am going to make your dreams come true, Daniel. Your dreams and mine. You told me you wanted to be a horse. I am going to turn you into one. To be precise, I'm going to turn you into a pony."

It was beginning to dawn on him that he was naked and that he had an erection in front of a strange man and that he was extremely turned on. A deep blush was spreading across his cheeks and down onto his chest. His hands pulled at the shackles and he tried to pull his legs together in a vain attempt to hide his hardon. Daniel shook his head.

"No no no... I don't want any part of that. That's crazy... A pony? No no. I won't do that. Please let me go! I promise I won't tell anybody!"

"What you want is no longer an issue here, Daniel. What matters now is what I want. And what I want is for you to be my personal little pony. You will learn to love wearing the harness. You will learn to trot and canter and gallop. I will train you long and hard and you will perform for me in the arena and out on the track..."

"And in my bed."

"No no NO!! I'm no fag! Don't you touch me!"

The braided handle of the whip slid smoothly into my palm. It flashed up and back with a quick whirl then flew forward as fast as thought and cracked loud in the air about six inches in front of his chest.

Daniel blanched white and flinched back against the chains and a little dribble of pee squirted up out of his hard bobbing cock and splashed on his belly and legs.

"QUIET!"

He started babbling. "No no please... I don't do that. I don't want that... please... don't touch me... I... I can't do that..."

The smooth oiled leather of the whip flashed out once more and this time it scored flesh and left a six inch welt on the inside of his thigh a couple inches above his left knee. He screamed and pulled back against the chains. His hardon drooped almost instantly and he peed a puddle on the floor between his thighs.

Daniel sagged in the chains and hung his head and sobbed pitifully. The combination of the unexpected pain and his embarrassment had broken his spirit for the moment and he cried like a baby.

The coiled whip went back on the hook next to my seat. I went to the counter and poured myself another cup of coffee and soaked a washcloth in cold water.

"I'm going to put something on your leg to help ease the pain, Daniel. If you behave, I won't hurt you again." I crouched down by him, staying well out of the puddle. "It's just a cold washcloth. It will make you feel better." When I laid the cloth on the welt he flinched again and sobbed some more.

He was extremely vulnerable at this point and I knew this was the proper time to lay down the ground rules. I sat and sipped my coffee for a moment and waited for his sobbing to ease off a bit.

"Daniel!"

He raised his head and I said "Do not speak again until I tell you to. Do you understand?" He opened his mouth and then thought better of it and just nodded.

"Good boy. You just completed the first stage of your training. Now I am going to tell you how your life is going to be from now on. You are going to sit quietly and listen. Understand?"

He nodded again.

"Very good. Now, these are the facts. I have taken you, Daniel. You are now mine for the rest of your life. If you could look into a mirror you would see that my mark is tattooed on the back of your neck."

He flinched a little and I could see him roll his shoulders, noticing the sting of the fresh tattoo and the bandage on his neck for the first time.

"I have taken you and I do not give up what is mine. What is mine is mine for life. I will not merely let you go and there is no way for you to get away. The cage you are in right now is going to be your home until the day you die. The sooner you get used to the idea the sooner your life will start to get easier. Am I being perfectly clear?"

He nodded again.

"Good boy. Now, what we do here on my ranch is train champion human ponies. You will learn to obey my commands at all times. You will learn to trot and canter and gallop, as I said. You will be trained to pull a sulky cart and other things. Just like you were a real horse. You will learn to race and compete against other ponies in exhibitions. And you will be a winner, Daniel. You will be absolutely the best that you can be or suffer the consequences."

I gave him a moment to let all of that soak in.

"When you learn to cooperate you will find that your situation is not as bad as you think. I am not a harsh Master by nature. I can be very generous and I reward good behavior generously. Your life can be more pleasure than pain if you learn to cooperate."




Seven Tails: Tail 03



"But if you fight me, the pain will be there waiting for you."

Daniel blanched again, just a little.

"Now... would you like me to remove the blindfold?"

He nodded.

"Speak to me Daniel. You have my permission. Would you like me to remove the blindfold?"

"Yes" It was barely audible.

"Yes... what?"

"Yes, please."

"One more time, Daniel. And listen to this very carefully. From this point on you will only address me as either 'Sir' or 'Master' and you will use a very respectful tone at all times. Now.. Would you like me to remove the blindfold?"

"Yes... Sir." It was grudging, but it was there.

"Very good, Daniel. You just passed phase two. I am going to come in and remove the blindfold. You are still chained, Daniel. Quite securely. If you move suddenly I will hurt you. If you try to bite, kick or punch I will stripe every single inch of your body with my whip, just like I did your leg. Do you understand that completely?"

He nodded again.

When I pulled the blindfold off of his eyes Daniel glanced up at me out of the corner of his eye than dropped his head, refusing to look me in the eye. When he saw with his own eyes that he was naked and kneeling in a puddle of his own urine, he flushed a deep red. I pulled the curtains of his cage all the way back.

"Take a good look around, Daniel. This cage is going to be your home for the rest of your life." He didn't look around, just hung his head and started at the floor, despondent.

I shrugged. "Very well. Time for sightseeing later, I suppose. Let's move on, then. Next question: Would you like to kneel there in chains all night in a puddle of your own pee or would you rather get cleaned up and have a soft bed to sit down on?"

When he didn't respond I rose and started pulling the curtains shut and said "Very well, then."

Right before the curtain closed he blurted out "Wait!"

I stopped and stared at him and he said "Please, sir."

"Was there something you wanted, Daniel?"

"I... I would like to get cleaned up and sit down, sir."

"Wonderful! Very good, Daniel! Very good. See? You are learning quickly." I pulled the curtains open again.

"Now the first thing you need to do is stand up. Pull up on the chains." He climbed awkwardly to his feet, swaying just a little. I retracted the chains up further until his hands were about shoulder height, lessening the strain on his back and shoulders.

"Sarabeth, dear. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master." Daniel started at hearing her voice. Up to that point he assumed that we were the only two people in the stables, I suppose. 

I stepped over to the first cage and pulled the curtain back. Sarabeth knelt in front of the door of her cage, naked except for tennis shoes and a collar. Her luxurious blond hair had been brushed until it shone and tightly woven into a thick braid long enough that the tip of it just brushed the floor as she knelt. Lovely blue eyes stared at the floor at my feet while her hand held up the handle of her leash in the air.

I unlocked the door to her cage and the shackle on her leg at the same time and said, just low enough for her to hear, "Oh, my little cornsilk flower. You are so beautiful." She blushed a little and whispered "Thank you, Master."

I took the leash and Sarabeth rose and followed me as I walked us both back across to Daniel's cage. His eyes were wide as he watched her walk behind me. Then he blushed again as he remembered that he was naked. I saw his thick cock twitch as the drugs fought their way past the fear and the pain and reminded his body that his hormones were raging out of control. He was obviously aroused by her. Excellent.

"Sarabeth, this is Daniel. Daniel, Sarabeth."

"Hello, Daniel." For a moment the boy almost smiled. Then his cock gave another twitch and started getting hard. He hung his head and blushed again and said "Hello, miss. I... I'm sorry." and he tried to close his legs on his hardon but couldn't.

She said "It's okay, Daniel. It's why we are here. And, I like it... you are a very handsome boy. I can see why the Master wanted you."

While he started at her in shock, I unclipped Sarabeth's leash and said "I think we will need a mop first, love. Then the buckets. If you would be so kind?" She bobbed her head in an abbreviated curtsey and said "Of course, Master. I won't be a moment." and scurried off to the mop closet.

Moments later she came back pushing a mop bucket full of steaming water. She dipped the mop and wrung it out and stepped into Daniels cage and began mopping up the mess.

He whispered "I'm sorry."

Sarabeth gave him a gentle smile and said "It's okay. Don't worry about it."

As he watched her mop up his cage I could see his eyes traveling up and down her body, mesmerized. And his dick kept getting harder and harder until it stood straight out in front of his body. Daniel rolled his eyes at himself and whispered "I'm really really sorry, miss! I can't help it, I swear!"

Sarabeth put a hand softly on his chest and leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. She whispered into his ear "You're making me hot too, Daniel! I hope Master lets me have you first!" He shivered and broke out in goose bumps and I suspect that if she would have touched him just right, she would have been cleaning up another mess.

When she finished cleaning up, Sarabeth turned and wheeled the mop bucket out of the cage. The boys eyes followed her backside and his prick pointed at her like she was magnetic north. She left and returned moments later with two smaller buckets of warm water, one foaming with soap suds and the other clear.

Sarabeth dipped a cloth into the soapy water and started washing Daniels body. She started with his arms and moved to his back and down, scrubbing him all over. She was careful to stay away from the bandage on his arm and the one across the back of his neck and the red welt on his thigh.

For his part, Daniel stood there with his eyes half closed and his mouth open slightly. I'm willing to guess that having a beautiful woman, naked except for shoes and a collar, wash his body was probably the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him in his life up to this point. I tried to keep my smile mostly to myself. She washed up between his legs and cupped his balls gently in her hands as she got them clean. I thought, for a moment, that it was going to be all over when she pulled back his foreskin and washed his prick from one end to the other. But my Sarabeth knew exactly what she was doing. She wiped him off and released her hold on his prick just in time. The boy groaned in frustration.

"While Sarabeth is getting you cleaned up, why don't I introduce you to the rest of our family?" Daniels eyes opened wide and he stared.

I stepped over to Gaels cage and pulled back the curtain. The little redhead knelt at the door, eyes downcast, hands on her thighs.

I said "Stand up, dear." Her eyes flew up and locked onto Daniel as she rose to her feet. Her little nipples popped up strong and hard.

"Gael, this is Daniel. My newest. What do you think?"

She licked her lips slowly as she stared at him and she said "He's beautiful, Master! Can I have him first?"

I chuckled and said "We'll see, love." I stepped over to Nathans cage right next door to Daniel. When I pulled back the curtain Daniel stared in shock at seeing a man in the cage, naked as they all were. When Nathan rose he just crossed his arms over his chest and nodded curtly. I recognized the look in his eyes.

"Jealousy, Nathan?" I asked. "Rivalry? Oh no! Not rivals, Nathan. Partners! You and Daniel are going to be partners. You two are going to get us into the chariot races next year. And we are going to win all three events, right?"

His arms went down to his sides and Nathan nodded his head at me and said "Yes, Master. Of course we will win!" I could see him eyeballing the new boys hard cock as Sarabeth wiped him down with the clear water and rinsed off all of the soap.

"Oh yes," I said, rubbing my palms together. "I can see you two are going to be the best of friends!" Daniel didn't look so sure of the idea.

Sarabeth had almost finished cleaning him up, but had saved rinsing off his prick for last. It was still quite stiff and when she peeled back the foreskin and dribbled clean water down it's length, Daniel shivered and moaned. Kneeling in front of him holding his shaft in one hand, Sarabeth turned to me and said "Please, Master? Can I give him a little relief?"

She was always so tenderhearted. I knew it distressed her listening to me being mean to him but I really didn't have a choice this time. She was well aware of how crucial the first few hours of their captivity was. My Sarabeth always wanted to provide the counterpoint in hopes of making their conversion time a little shorter.

Mostly, it worked wonderfully.

I put my hands on my hips and frowned. "I don't know about that, girl. We don't have his blood test results back yet. I don't want to risk you getting anything..."

Daniel blurted out "Hey! I'm clean! I don't have anything!"

When I stood there and glared at him he hastily added "Sir?"

"Do you want Sarabeth to suck your cock, boy?"

"Y...yes, sir."

"Please let Sarabeth suck my cock, Master." I said.

He hesitated for only a second then said "P-please let Sarabeth suck my cock, M-Master." and he blushed a deep red again.

I nodded and said "Very well. Sarabeth, do give the boy the relief he needs. But do it quickly, girl. We have other things to attend to." 

Sarabeth smiled and dimpled at me and said "Thank you, Master!" then turned and wrapped her lips around the boys hard prick and started sucking on him lustily. His eyes transfixed on the girl kneeling between his legs, Daniel moaned aloud. We all watched while Sarabeth worked her magic on Daniels cock.

It didn't take very long, of course. With the drugs and as wound up as he was, I'm surprised he didn't shoot off as soon as she wrapped those warm soft lips around his prick. He managed to stave it off for about two minutes. Finally his body stiffened and he cried out and started shaking all over. Sarabeth wrapped her arms around his waist to keep him in her mouth and stayed there while he twitched and moaned and shivered and shot his load down her throat.

Finally, he slumped down and hung limp in the chains, panting. Sarabeth stood up, kissed him on the cheek again and whispered "You have a beautiful prick and you taste wonderful! I can't wait to do it again!" Then she gathered up the buckets and left the cage. She returned with the mop one more time and got the last of the water off of the floor and went to put the cleaning things away. When she returned, she knelt beside my stool and waited.

I closed his cage door securely. "Pain and pleasure, Daniel. That is what this is all about. You can have one... Or the other... Or both, if you prefer. The choice is up to you." I looked around and said "We have one or two other things planned for your...enjoyment tonight. But first, I did promise to let you sit down."

One button on my remote and the shackle popped loose from his right ankle and slid back into it's recess in the floor. Another push and both of the ones on his wrists lowered until they were about waist level. When I was sure he was going to stand on his own, I hit the other button and they both popped loose and slid back up into the ceiling panels.

He looked down at the shackle still on his left ankle and back up at me. I said "That one stays. Always. Every time. It is the very first thing you do when you enter your cage." I turned and looked at Gael and said "What happens when you forget to put the shackle on, Gael?" She stiffened and both hands went over her bottom reflexively and she said "You don't feel like sitting down for about a week, Master!"

"And how many times have you forgotten?"

"Just the one time, Master. Just the once was enough!"

I nodded and turned back to Daniel. "That chain is long enough to allow you to sleep and reach the toilet and the shower." I gestured to the nook in the back of the cage. "There's a sink back there and another there on your shelf above the cabinet. Your dish is right next to the sink. If you empty it, press the button and you will get more. The others will help you figure out how to work everything. For now, though... You may sit."

Daniel sat on the end of the bed and folded his arms over his lap, giving himself a modicum of modesty. He still wouldn't look me in the eye and he kept glancing guiltily at the two naked girls not too far away. I don't think he'd ever seen that much naked skin in one place before. It was amusing.

"Tomorrow," I said "We will begin your formal training. But for tonight I have just a couple of other things before I let you all get some well-deserved rest. I know that you are probably a little curious about this whole 'human pony' thing, and I thought a little demonstration might be in order." I reached down and caressed the little blond kneeling next to me. My hand slid over her shoulder and up the side of her neck, covering the collar. "Sarabeth? Do you feel like going for a little run, my dear?" It was a rhetorical question, of course. She turned her head and smiled at me and said "I would love to, Master!" Gathering that thick braid in my hand, I tipped her head back and leaned down and kissed her hard.

When I released her I thumbed the button to open the cabinet in her cage and said "The medium sulky harness, I think. The bitless bridle. Bells, of course. And the... number four tail for this run." Sarabeth gulped a little and said "Yes, Master!" As she scurried off I said "Bring all of your gear out here to my table, dear. Let us let the new boy see exactly what this is all about!"

Each of my pets had five or six different pony tails attached to different butt plugs in their cabinet. Some were for pleasure and some were for punishment. The number four could be used for both. Like many of my devices, it could be controlled remotely. It had four different vibrations speeds, it could heat up (but just a pleasant warmth, not enough to be uncomfortable), cool down, and give an electric shock anything from a mild tingle to something that would bring you to your knees. Or up on your toes, depending.

Sarabeth came trotting back out barefoot, hold a handful of gear and leather straps in her arms. She laid her things down on the table and I got up from my stool to let her sit. Daniel watched, his eyes wide as she first slipped on socks and running shoes then stepped into a complicated looking harness that went from her neck to her crotch. She tightened and buckled with the ease of an expert. Even though Sarabeth was breathtakingly lovely naked, the harness crossed around and under her pert breasts and made them sick out even more and the whole thing accented her curves perfectly. Then the bridle went on over her head and was buckled on just as easily, the blinders now covering part of her lovely face. She picked up the butt plug which was about five inches long and five inches around and had a long flowing blond tail streaming from it that matched her hair perfectly. After dipping it in a jar of lubricant, she turned and winked at Daniel, then put one leg up on the table and slowly inserted the plug up into her ass, gasping just a little as it went in, then sighing deliciously as it slipped home. Daniels arms went a little tighter over his crotch.

She turned back to face him and reached between her legs and grabbed the dangling strap and threaded it through the slot in the plug and pulled it up tight between her legs. The end of this strap went through a buckle in the front of her harness and she cinched it up tight.

I heard Daniel whisper "Oh my god!"

Finally, she picked up two small silver bells, each attached to a sliding clip. After pinching each of her nipples to make them nice and hard, she clipped the bells to them firmly and gave her luscious little titties a shake to make sure they were secure.

I did so love the merry sound of those bells.

Sarabeth was panting and a little flushed by the time she was in full harness. Sometimes the preparation was as much fun as the event. I could tell that she was in the mood for a good brisk run. I told her to fetch the road cart. It was a little bigger than my racing cart, but the seat was more comfortable.

While she was gone I went to the cabinet and poured a small plastic cup about half full from a bottle I kept in there. When Sarabeth returned I handed it to her and motioned towards Daniel. I opened the cage door for her and she went in and knelt at his feet and offered him the cup, the little bells tinkling.

"What is it?"

"It will make you sleep, after awhile. You need to get some rest."

He shook his head. "I don't want it!"

Sarabeth put a hand on his knee and said "Please, Daniel! If you don't drink it all, Master will punish me for it!"

I wouldn't have, but it was a good ploy. She had thought that up herself. I would have to find a suitable reward for my good girl.

Finally staring me in the eye for the first time, he drained the cup and held it upside down so that I would see it was empty.

I just nodded and thought "Let's see how far sarcasm gets you, boy." He had spirit, I'd give him that. We'd just have to find a way to redirect that away from fighting me and hone it into a competitive edge. I imagined him dancing around in a wide circle at the end of a rope trying to avoid the whip while red welts appeared up and down his legs and butt. Oh yes. This was going to be fun.

Sarabeth stepped between the poles of the cart and clipped the reins to her bridle. The other end was already wrapped around the footrest of the cart. Then she clipped the traces to her harness, two clips on each side right around her hips where the harness was the snuggest around her body. Her hands wrapped around the soft foam handgrips on the poles and she was in the 'ready' position, head and body slightly forward and one foot in front of the other ready to pull.

I gestured with my hands at her. "This, Daniel, is a champion pony. My lovely Sarabeth is a registered champion and has won the last four events she was in. She is a fine fast and smart racer and nobody so far can beat her in the dressage. I'll let you watch our next training session. I guarantee she will make you hard as a rock!"

I waved at Nathan and said "Nathan too, is a registered champion. Fast and smart and he runs with style. Won his last three races by two lengths easily. He's my warrior horse and makes me proud every time he competes." Nathan stood a little taller and his chest puffed out with pride.

I turned again to wave at Gael. She looked a little crestfallen. I smiled at her gently. "And my little Gael. My crimson beauty. True, she hasn't brought home any awards yet, but that will change soon. It's still early in her career. But you should see her in parade harness, Daniel! She's beautiful and proud and she captures the heart of an audience every time." Gael blushed and smiled a little easier. "Next year," I said "Gael is entering in the steeplechase. I have no doubt that she will emerge as my newest champion!" Gaels eyes squinted shut for a moment and a tear leaked from one eye down onto her cheek as she smiled and whispered "Thank you, Master!"

The new boy was just sitting on his bed looking a little bewildered and uncertain. His common sense told him that they should all have been fighting against this captivity and doing whatever it took to escape me and this horrible place. Yet the look of pride and love and loyalty on the faces of my pets had him confused and his mind was in a muddle. 

Excellent.

"By the end of this week," I said, glancing at the calendar "You will be taking your first run in full training harness. Five days from now. We will see how strong you are. I will test you, Daniel. I will test you to the limits of your endurance to see if you are as strong as you claimed to be."




Seven Tails: Tail 04



Reposted by request

3-20-12

Seven Tails

Tail Four: Back To The Stables

(Daniel, David and Wendy)

One

The flight back home was, for the most part, uneventful. Instead of having one captive that I was not looking forward to having in the first place, I had picked up two more ponies who were now mine by their own free will. It was different, but not a bad thing necessarily. I could skip the part of their training that involved keeping them restrained until they would submit themselves to my will.

Sarabeth, Nathan, Gael and Daniel, my original four ponies, had all been taken by me. I had stalked and taken them and broke them to my will, using psychology and a unique system of punishment and reward until they gave themselves to me body and soul.

It was my way.

So, after purchasing one more pony at the auction and being given another, I decided it was time for us to head back home. I, for one, had more than enough excitement for the time being. My quota was filled. I had no more empty cages in my stables.

And frankly, I was tired and wanted to be home in my own bed again. I wanted to be back among familiar surroundings and familiar faces. Besides, I had a broken pony to tend for as well. 

Being aboard a luxury aircraft helped. The opposing seats were made to recline far enough that they met in the middle and made into a bed for longer flights. I made sure Gael took a pain pill right before we boarded. She was now laying right next to me by the window, covered with a light blanket and fast asleep.

Gad. It was such a dichotomy. I was, by profession, a kidnapper and a sexual deviate. If you went by society's terms, anyway. I took young attractive people by stealth and force and made them become my sexual playthings. All of my captives became not only my bed partners, but exhibition human ponies as well. I rewarded them when they behaved and performed well for me and punished them when they did not.

Sometimes I punished them emotionally and sometimes I punished them physically. I had quite a collection of whips and canes and crops and paddles and had no reservations about leaving a red stripe or six across a tender backside to drive home a point. I had even used electric shocks a few times to keep my pets in line.

On the other hand, I loved all of my pets dearly and worked long and hard to keep them healthy and safe from harm. Accidental harm, anyway. I felt horribly guilty about Gael breaking her leg. We all knew the risks of entering into these physical events. But I had never had a pony get seriously hurt before and it gnawed at my conscience worse than the act of kidnapping her in the first place did.

It was almost enough to make me want to quit the whole business of training for competitions. 

But, it was what we did. 

Sarabeth and Nathan were both champions in the dressage and sulky events. Gael had come in a quite respectable fifth in the dressage and even though it was Daniels first chariot race, he and Nathan had managed to pull off a second place. A mere half second behind the reigning champs. Hell, that chariot race was a first for all of us. I was proud of that second place. And I had no doubt that we would win the event next year.

David, I had purchased at the pony auction a few days ago. It was the first time in years I had acquired a pony that way. He was young and pretty and athletic looking and I just had to have him. It was funny. He looked nothing like either Nathan or Daniel but he looked so much like both of them it was almost scary. The three of them together looked like brothers. Which is what they were all going to become very soon.

Wendy was the youngest grand daughter of the late Lord IX. He had originally thought to raise her to be a trainer or even a Mistress, possibly even an heir to take the reins, so to speak, of his human pony empire. But it was found that she was too submissive to be either a trainer or a Mistress. Wendy had a soft and tender heart and, when Lord IX passed away, she was given a choice of being sent out into the normal world or being owned as a pony. She chose, willingly, to be owned as some else's pony. IX's will had left her to Lord Krazny, one of her grandfather's closest friends. But, as he had pressing business elsewhere, he in turn deeded her to me.

I had no problem with that. Wendy was small, like all of my pets, with long curly brown hair and large soft brown eyes that almost made me melt every time I looked at her. I had yet to see her naked, but from what I had seen so far, the rest of her was luscious indeed. She was also an eighteen year old virgin. A rare enough creature in this day and age. I had a feeling I was going to enjoy introducing her to the world of adult sensuality.

Nathan, Sarabeth, Daniel, David and Wendy sat in a group of seats towards the front of the airplane, chatting and getting acquainted with each other. Wendy had only joined our little group the night before and David two nights previously. I left them together to talk and enjoy the flight while I sat in the back with Gael and watched over her while she slept.

Once we had taken off and reached our cruising altitude, Natasha and Natalia, the twin flight attendants, came out of the galley to offer drinks and snacks. I got thick, rich Brazilian coffee and a large glass of ice water for Gael, should she awake. As usual, I directed that my pets were allowed only one coffee or one soda apiece, being careful of their sugar and caffeine intake. But I made sure that everyone got something to eat, as it was a long flight home.

And, as they had done on the flight in, once the snacks were served both girls came and knelt by my seat with their eyes on the floor. But instead of the usual "How may we serve you, Master Max?", they both looked up at Gael and Natasha asked "How is Miss Gael doing, Master Max? Is there anything we can do for her?" I smiled and leaned down and patted a cheek in each hand.

"Thank you, ladies. But she's sound asleep at the moment. Resting comfortably, anyway. Thank you for asking."

Natalia said "We watched her in the steeplechase. If that other girl hadn't fallen, I think she would have won. I could tell by the look on her face. I don't think anybody wanted to win more than she did."

That gave me another twinge of guilt. Lovely little Gael had been an art student when I took her. At the gathering I had asked her if she wanted to paint again and told her I wanted to see how badly she wanted that. And she did. She showed me the fire in her spirit. And got a broken leg out of the deal. I sighed. Well, she would have about six weeks to rest up and paint while her leg healed. We would see what happened after that.

As if they could see into my heart, two soft hands lay on my leg and two soft voices chorused "Is there anything we can do for you, Master Max?"

I looked down at them and smiled again. It was only what, three nights ago? I came in and found them both bound and naked in my bed. Compliments of their Master. They didn't stay bound all night, but they did stay naked all night long. And they had done their very best to try and wear me out during that time. It was a good thing that I only slept for a couple of hours a night. That was all I got.

I smiled again. "I'm barely recovered from the last time, girls. And I need to stay with Gael for the time being, I think." They both looked a bit disappointed so I asked "Isn't there a separate small bunk-room just aft of the galley?" The girls nodded in unison. I leaned even closer and whispered to them and they smiled.

After the two had left, I waved at Daniel and had him come back to my seat. He trotted down the aisle and knelt on the floor beside me.

"Yes, Master?"

"Daniel, did I tell you how proud I was of you after the chariot race?"

"Yes, Master. You did." He smiled. I slipped a hand under his chin and tilted it up and kissed him warmly. Then I whispered into his ear "I have a special reward for you. Both since you accepted your punishment so willingly and showed what a fierce competitor you are, I've arranged for something that you will really like." I turned and pointed through the curtains covering the galley door. "Just go through there and enjoy yourself."

He had a slightly confused look on his face as he went. And we didn't see him for the rest of the flight home. Every half an hour or so one of the girls would come back through the curtain looking just a little flustered and somewhat hastily dressed to see if we needed any assistance before disappearing into the back again.

When we landed Daniel was walking funny and as soon as we had the van and our gear loaded, he belted himself into his seat and fell immediately asleep. Natasha and Natalia looked like they could use a nap themselves. Daniel had a way of making me proud of him.

It felt good to be home again. Nathan took David and the sleepy Daniel in tow and started getting our carts and things unloaded and put back into the arena where they belonged. Sarabeth and Wendy took care of getting my luggage taken into the house and unpacking all of the harnesses and personal things we had brought with us.

I had a small argument with Gael.

"You don't have to babysit me, Master." She looked up into my eyes. "And you don't have to feel guilty. I'm a big girl. I knew what I was doing." She reached out and poked me in the chest. "And next year I'm going to win that steeplechase, you just wait!" Her temper was starting to show again just a little. Under normal circumstances I would have spanked her for such an outburst. And then taken her to bed for an hour or two of lively sex. Getting spanked always got her juices flowing. But, I had to make allowances.

Raising my hands, I just shook my head. "If you want to sleep in your own bed, that's fine Gael. I just want to make sure that you are comfortable." Her eyes softened and she leaned her head up against my chest with the crutches under her arms. My hands went around her back and I patted her and kissed the top of her head. After a moment she turned her face up and I kissed her gently.

"I always feel so sexy when I'm in your bed, Master. Like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. And I always want it to be like that." She shook her head. "I just don't feel so sexy right now. I'm just tired and achy and grouchy and I'm sorry I snapped at you. I'm so out of sorts I wouldn't even enjoy it much if you spanked me for snapping at you." I smiled and kissed her again.

"Then let's get you comfy back in your own bed in your own little cage and get you some rest. Maybe you'll feel better after another nap." I helped her in and got her settled down and made sure she had her pain pills handy in case she needed them. I closed the curtain around her cage as she settled down to sleep.

In the meantime Wendy and Sarabeth had come back in from the house and Sarabeth was showing the new girl where her cage was. Wendy was wide eyed. "I really will be living in a cage!" Her fingers stroked the bars. "I wasn't sure if he really meant that. My... Lord IX's ponies all stayed in large bunk rooms, like at the gathering. Sometimes six or eight of them to a room. It was like a dormitory. But this..." She looked around at the stables and the other cages. "This is nice."

"I'm glad you approve."

Both girls started at the sound of my voice and turned, then dropped to their knees, eyes on the floor.

"Do you like your new cage, Wendy?"

"Y-yes, Master. It's very nice."

"I'm so glad you like it, as it is going to be your home for the rest of your life. Has Sarabeth shown you how everything works?"

"Yes, Master. Sarabeth has been very nice to me and very helpful."

"Sarabeth is one of the nicest people in the world, Wendy. Think of her as your big sister. If you need anything or need to know anything, ask Sarabeth. She will never steer you wrong. She is smart and beautiful and a joy to be around." Sarabeth blushed a little at my compliments.

"But there is one thing that is missing." I added. "Sarabeth! Is this how we are normally dressed when we are at home?" Both girls were still wearing the black sweats that were considered our "outside" clothes. I think Gael went to sleep in her set, though the sweat pants on hers had been cut off above the knee to accommodate her cast.

"No, Master. It isn't."

"How are all of my pets usually dressed at home in the cages, Sarabeth?"

"We are naked, Master."

"Then let's get Wendy comfortable in her new home, shall we? Show her how you present yourselves to me, if you would."

"Of course, Master." Sarabeth rose and stripped out of her clothes, folding each piece as she removed them and putting them in a little stack with her shoes on top of the pile. Then she stepped forward to just inside the open cage door and knelt again, eyes on the floor, with her hands laid on her thighs. Perfectly naked and perfectly beautiful and always ever so submissive. Sarabeth was always so startlingly beautiful it made my breath catch in my throat a little. I wanted to take her right there in front of the new girl. It was an effort to restrain myself. I could feel my prick hardening and sliding down the leg of my pants.

"Wendy? Now it is your turn. Let me see you, girl."

Blushing, she rose to her feet and removed her loose clothing the same way Sarabeth had done before, folding each item and putting them in a neat stack with the shoes on top. As I had predicted, she was also startlingly beautiful. She had small firm breasts, a little smaller than Sarabeths but bigger than Gaels. Large hard nipples that were crinkled in a combination of excitement and apprehension. Wide firm hips and strong legs and a soft neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair covering the junction of her thighs. Sarabeth turned and showed her how to lock the shackle around her ankle, which she did once the last of her clothing came off.

When she knelt next to Sarabeth in the cage door I was completely taken by the contrasts between the two. Sarabeth was blond and blue eyed and pale and the other girl was brown haired and olive skinned with dark brown eyes. They almost looked like photographic negatives of each other. I felt my cock finish getting hard with a twitch.

"Wow." I hadn't heard the lads enter the stables, I was so engaged in looking at the two naked girls in the cage before me. Nathan, David and Daniel all stood behind, wide eyed at the sight. Even Daniel didn't look sleepy anymore. Wendy started and blushed even deeper and her hands came up, as if to cover her naked breasts, then went back down to her thighs with an effort. Sarabeth reached over and patted her thigh reassuringly.

I turned and looked at the boys, who stood there with their mouths hanging open. David whispered "That's the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life!" Nathan and Daniel just nodded.

Hands on my hips, I said "It's about time you lads got back into the normal routine as well. Into your cages, boys. Let's all get those things off and show me how we behave at home. Chop chop!" I clapped my hands and they scurried. I had to point out which cage was Davids and in a flash all three of them were naked and kneeling at the open doors of their cages with the shackles around their ankles. David had watched Daniel and Nathan out of the corner of his eye and mimicked what they did. Good. He learned quickly. Three very obvious erections pointed up between their thighs as they knelt. I just stepped back for a moment and admired the view. Very nice.

I hadn't really planned it, but it turned out with all of the boys in cages down one side of the room and the girls down the other. It just turned out that way. It worked.

"Daniel! Have you recovered sufficiently? Are you awake and with us for the duration?"

"Yes, Master!" I unlocked his shackle and said "Then into Davids cage. Show him how everything works. Give him the rundown. A crash course into being owned by me. Understand?"

"Yes, Master!" He leapt up and stepped out, then turned to me. He looked briefly into my eyes then down at the floor. He whispered "Thank you, Master. I promise I won't ever disappoint you again." I gathered him into my arms and kissed him gently. "I know you won't, Daniel. I trust you. Now git!" I turned him and swatted him playfully on the ass and he trotted into Davids cage and knelt down beside the other boy, grinning. I shut the cage behind him.

"Sarabeth, will you stay with Wendy for awhile? I'm sure she has questions. Girl talk and all of that."

"Of course I will, Master. If you wish it." I crouched down and kissed each of them soundly before shutting the cage door. Using my remote, I popped open the cabinets so they would have access to all of their things. The only things missing from Wendy and Davids cabinets were their tails. We would have to remedy that lack very soon.

Gaels cage was firmly shut and curtained and the only two left open were Sarabeth's empty cage and Nathans. He looked a little forlorn kneeling there all by himself.

"Nathan, Nathan, Nathan..." I said, hands on my hips. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Nap time, Master?" He looked up hopefully.

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

Two

I awoke after having a pretty erotic dream, which wasn't unusual, considering how I lived. And the transition between waking and dreaming was even more muddled by the fact that Nathan had his head down on my belly and was softly and gently sucking my cock. I stirred and sighed and one hand went down to the top of his head and tousled his hair as his head moved up and down on my crotch.

"Mmmm... that feels so good, Nathan. I do love waking up with my prick in your mouth." I stretched and sighed happily again. "You are so much better than an alarm clock..." He made a noise halfway between a happy sigh and a chuckle around his mouthful of prick and started to move a little faster, his soft warm hand sliding up and down my shaft with the movement of his mouth.

I had gotten more blowjobs from Nathan than anybody else I had ever slept with in my life up to that point. Even though he had never had any sexual experience with another man until I took him almost four years ago, he found that he had a natural talent for it and often lamented on the years he had wasted before his revelation. Of course the transition from staunch heterosexual to happily bisexual bottom boy hadn't been easy. He'd fought it tooth and nail, gathering an impressive collection of red stripes across his backside along the way. And I'd nearly driven him insane with sexual tension before he finally gave his body to me for the first time. But it was then that he discovered what he referred to as his 'true calling'.

The first time I fucked him Nathan came before my prick was even all the way up inside of him. And he came twice more before I was through. And he also discovered that he could slip off into a blissful little zone while sucking my prick that was akin to meditation or a blissful nirvana. During pillow talk in between Nathan groused about having 'wasted' his life before he had met me. He had found that serving another man was what he had wanted out of life all along. I was more than happy to oblige him. Nathan was my perfectly submissive little bottom boy and he was the one I tended to choose most often to take to bed with me. It was often a toss up between him and Sarabeth. Of course now that I had two more pets in my stables my time with them both was going to be fewer and farther between. I was going to have to think about increasing the play time my pets had with each other.

It was the second time that afternoon I had felt my prick in his mouth. We had barely even made it into my bedroom before Nathan dropped to his knees begging me to shoot my come down his throat. Afterward I had reclined back on the bed while he straddled my hips and worked my prick up into his ass, my hand clenched around the shaft of his fine hard cock, jacking him while he fucked himself on top of me. He had come once that way and twice more after I flipped him face down on the bed and slid my prick back up inside his tight willing ass. We were both so satiated that we just showered and went to sleep. That was a rarity.




Seven Tails: Tail 04



Looking down Nathans body as he sucked my cock I could see that his own prick was hard, lying against his thigh. Wrapping my fingers in his hair, I pulled his mouth away from my cock while he moaned in protest. I slid down the bed and brought my mouth down on his, kissing him deeply. The thought that my cock had just been in his mouth making it even more erotic. Pulling my lips away from his, I swung my body around until I was laying on my side, my prick once again in front of his face and his in front of mine. Nathan sucked my member back into his mouth with a happy sigh and I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around the shaft of his fine hard prick and took the head of it into my mouth, sucking on him gently.

It wasn't the first time I had Nathans prick in my mouth, nor would it be the last. Just like having him in my ass. I loved giving my pets pleasure while receiving my own. More than once I'd had him tied down to the bed while I sat atop his cock and rode him until he came inside of me. Of course I couldn't resist teasing him along the way, bringing him right to the brink and then stopping several times, listening to him groan in frustration before starting again. It was entertaining as well as exciting. Aside from giving him pleasure, I could take or leave having him in my ass. It didn't excite me the way it did him. My pleasure derived from feeling him come inside me rather than the physical sensations.

Just like having him in my mouth. Nathan would get extremely turned on sucking my cock. Just the act of serving me so selflessly excited him. Me, I just liked giving him pleasure now and then as a special reward. I wasn't as adept at sucking cock as Nathan was. I'd had a lot less practice at it. But like I said, having my prick in his mouth got Nathan really wound up and, no matter how poor my technique was, it didn't take him long before he groaned around his mouthful of my prick and came while I swallowed him down. And feeling him moaning and groaning with my cock in his mouth added just enough extra sensation that I followed mere seconds later. I shivered hard feeling his mouth contract around the head of my prick while he swallowed and I did my best to fill him to the brim with my come.

Nathan had gone to the kitchen to fetch us drinks while I reclined on the bed. I looked at the video monitor by the bed and pulled up a side by side view of cages 5 & 6. It seemed that while Nathan and I were engaged my other pets had decided to put on an impromptu fashion show. All four of them were wearing harnesses and showing them off to each other across the hallway that separated them. As Nathan returned and handed me a glass of ice water he said "It looks like the kids are having fun." as he sat on the side of the bed and watched with me. I nodded. Daniel was behind David, tugging on the straps of Davids sulky harness and snugging it up nice and tight. Daniel himself was strapped into a light training harness, barely more than a few rings and a pouch covering his prick. We used that one just for runs and light workouts.

Sarabeth was in a sulky harness with all of the extras including the blinders and bells, missing only her beautiful blond tail. I could hear the tinkling of the bells over the speaker of the monitor. Wendy was in the parade harness, all shiny patent leather and a big ostrich plume bobbing above her head. I couldn't hear their voices, but Wendy was wide eyed looking at Sarabeth while the blond held another set of bells in her hand and spoke to the smaller brunette.

Nathan said "Do you think she's going to do it?"

"I sure hope so."

While we watched silently Wendy took a deep breath and shivered a little, then nodded to Sarabeth a little uncertainly. Sarabeth moved behind her and reached around her body and cupped one of Wendy's firm breasts in her palm, her fingers closing on the nipple and teasingly pinching it hard. Wendy closed her eyes and took another deep breath. When her nipple was nice and firm, Sarabeth reached around with her other hand and attached the clip with the bell on it and slid the ring up snug. Wendy shivered hard and we could hear the tinkling. Sarabeth repeated the process on her other nipple and Wendy shivered again as the metal clip closed on her sensitive tip. She was pink, an almost dusky rose color by the time Sarabeth finished putting the bells on her.

Daniel and David had stopped what they were doing to watch. Sarabeth walked around in front of the other woman and spoke to her again, then shook her breasts and we heard the merry tinkling of her bells. Wendy opened her eyes and then did the same. She was still a little flushed and I could see her hips churning around the strap running through her crotch. Both boys clapped their hands and cheered.

"Wow."

"You can say that again."

"Wow."

I raised an eyebrow at Nathan and he subsided. I considered taking a strap to him just for being funny but that would have gotten him all worked up again and I was getting a bit tired and hungry. He never really came out and admitted it in so many words, but Nathan got as turned on as Gael did when I punished him. Just the thought or even a suggestion of me taking the strap or the crop or even my hand to his tender backside always got him hard as a rock.

Instead I thumbed my remote and unlocked the shackles, the cage doors and the cabinets in all of the cages at once. Speaking softly into the microphone I said "Very nice. You all look very fetching and I'm glad we are having such a good time. But I believe it's time for dinner. Soft shoes, collars, tails for those that have them. Wait for each other and come as a group, but let's not dilly dally, ladies and gentlemen." There was a general chorus of "Yes, Master!" as they scurried to get out of their harnesses. I turned to Nathan and said "Same for you. Wake Gael and see if she is hungry. Help her get dressed if she needs a hand. Hurry!" He hopped down from the bed, went to one knee quickly and said "Yes, Master, of course!" before he leapt up and ran from the room at a quick trot.

We had been gone from the farm for a week, but I had left instructions with my man in town who did my grocery shopping. Years ago I had paid for an operation for his youngest son who was even now going to college on a football scholarship. Last year I had also paid for some expensive cancer treatments for his wife. But alas, there are some things that money can't buy, even if you have a lot of it. I had also paid for her funeral. He was in my debt and I was careful on what I asked him to do for me. I paid him a generous stipend to do my grocery shopping and pick up my mail and deliver it and nothing more. He always came and went by the back door and was very careful not to see anything he didn't want to. It was a good arrangement and we all got what we wanted out of the deal. For me, it meant never having to go grocery shopping or pick up my mail. Both were delivered every Saturday morning quietly and discretely.

We grilled steaks outside on the barbecue since it was a nice warm spring evening. Gael and Wendy had made salad and garlic bread and macaroni and cheese (a not so secret vice of mine) while Sarabeth and the boys set the picnic table. Nathan spelled me at the grill while I selected a bottle of wine. I poured us each a small glass, which was all I allowed at a meal. I, of course, could drink as much as I wished, but rarely did. Having human ponies was my drug of choice.

David and Wendy spent a lot of time eyeballing the tails that my other pets were sporting. They had seen, as they were getting 'dressed', the others lubing up the plugs that held the tails and inserting them into their backsides. And the obvious physical excitement that came with the act. Add that to the fact that there were now six extremely attractive and almost completely naked young people running around... Well, you can imagine that there was lots of mutual looking going on and the hard pricks bobbing up and down and erect nipples pointing the way everywhere they went. And Gael was something to watch. She loved wearing her tail and watching her on her crutches made her pert little bottom flex and the fiery red pony tail wave around even more than usual. And from the slight flush and the look on her face it was giving her even more stimulation than just walking normally would have.

Sexual tension was a good tool to have in my kit. And I used it to it's full extent.

And as we sat on the benches and ate around the picnic table, David and Wendy mimicked the straight backs and erect postures of my other pets. Sitting down with a tail protruding from your backside was good for your posture and excellent ergonomics. If it were to get out, I'm sure it would catch on.

All six of them now sported the tattoo with my mark on the backs of their necks. I had given Wendy hers the evening that I accepted her from Sergei while the others watched. Sarabeth and Daniel had held her hands while I worked. She bore the ordeal calmly with only a shiver now and then. My topical anesthetic took away most of the pain involved. After dinner this evening I would draw blood from both her and David to send to my lab tech in town. He would run a full series of tests and let me know if there was anything I needed to address. 

Mostly I sat in silence and mused about the future while my pets ate and chattered back and forth amongst each other. I now had six ponies. No more empty cages. I suspected that I would miss some of the excitement of the stalking and taking of new pets for my collection, but having six of them to play with would alleviate some of that, I was sure. It also meant more work for me, keeping them all happy and well fed and cared for physically and emotionally, keeping up with training schedules and reworking our playtime schedule was going to be a pain. I thought that instead of allowing one pair of pets to play together once a week, I might try two pairs and see how that worked out. And group play time was going to be problematic, as big as my bed was, I didn't see it holding all seven of us comfortably without somebody falling off...

I might just have to look into getting a bigger bed.

I started thinking in my mind about the rotation, trying to do the combinations in my head. Sixteen different initial pairings, if I wasn't mistaken. Sixty-some secondary combinations... I started getting lost. Math was never my strong suit. Maybe Nathan could help come up with a computer program that would print out a calendar list with random pairings...

"Master?" My eyes blinked back open and I was somewhat glad of the interruption. It was starting to give me a headache.

"Yes, Gael?"

"Since David and Wendy are here of their own free will, does that mean they will get their tails sooner?"

I nodded, then shrugged. "It should. But it is up to them, of course. They have to decide that they are ready." I waved a hand. "Even you four got to decide when it was time. I could have forced it on you, certainly. But that would destroy the process. Each of you had to decide willingly to give yourselves to me and accept your tail."

I tried to sidestep her subtle hint, trying to open a debate. I could see by the mischievous twinkle in Gaels lovely little green eyes that she was trying to start just a little bit of trouble. It was her way. She was obviously feeling better after her nap.

Right on cue, as if they had planned it (which they may have, I don't know) David piped up and asked "What do you mean, since we were here of our own free will? Aren't we all?"

Before I could reply Gael shook her head. "Oh no. You two are the only free ponies here. Master kidnapped the rest of us."

David and Wendy looked at me, wide eyed. Sarabeth sighed and looked down at her plate and Nathan groaned and slapped his forehead. Gael looked sideways at me and grinned around a mouthful of garlic bread. Daniel looked a little alarmed and shrunk down in his seat then squeaked and sat up as his tail pressed into the wood of the bench.

I rolled my eyes for a minute and sighed. Then I squared my shoulders, leaning forward on the table and said "Yes, it's true. I kidnapped them. You two..." I pointed at David and Wendy "Are the only ponies I have acquired by 'legitimate' means. These others..." I waved to encompass the other four "I stalked and took them and made them submit themselves to me. Before I took them, none of them had any experience with the human pony world or even suspected it existed. But I took them and turned them into ponies and made them all champions. They had no choice in the matter, really. As far as being owned by me and being my ponies, anyway." I shook my head. "But when it came to submitting their bodies to me, they all had a choice, just as you two do. Certainly I stacked the deck in my favor and pushed them each as hard as necessary in order to get them to make that choice. I do like my life to be easy and fun and free of complications. In the end, even the most reluctant and recalcitrant of them..." I nodded towards Nathan, who blushed a little "Chose willingly to submit to me. The day he finally accepted his tail was a grand triumph and I don't think he has any regrets." Nathan shook his head. I looked around the table. "Does anybody here regret taking their tail and pledging their bodies to me? Daniel, you are the newest. You took your tail, what, three months ago? Less? Do you wish now that you hadn't? Do you still want to return to your old life, living in a borrowed camper and washing dishes in a truck stop?"

Wordlessly, Daniel got up from his seat and came and knelt by me, eyes on the ground. His lips trembled a little around the words then he said, loudly enough for the others to hear "All that I am is yours, Master."

I reached down and tousled his hair then slipped my hand behind his head and caressed the nape of his neck. "You are such a good boy, Daniel. You make me so proud." He leaned in and laid his head against my thigh and wrapped his arms around my leg.

"There you have it." I said. "I may be a kidnapper and an evil sex maniac, but I think things have worked out well for everybody in the end." I glanced down at Daniel and caressed him again. He wrapped his arms even tighter around my thigh, sighing happily. "Not too long ago, right after I took young Daniel here, I offered Nathan and Gael both their freedom." Nathan and Gael nodded wordlessly and Sarabeth looked up at me, slightly shocked. "You were asleep, dear. Or I would have made you the same offer. Would you have taken it, Sarabeth? If I remember correctly, you were on your way to California when I took you. I believe you were going to be a movie star. I could have you on a plane there this evening, if you would like. And I have some few connections in Hollywood. I could get you some screen tests. Do you want your freedom?"

She looked down at the table. "No, Master. I do not." Her eyes raised up to mine and she said, "I don't want to be anywhere but here and I don't want to be anything but your pony."

"I love you too, Sarabeth. And I would be lost without you as my pony."

Daniels hands were stroking up and down my thigh, getting closer and closer to my crotch all the time. My prick, which had been hard off and on all evening just enjoying the view of all my naked pets, was poking up in the crotch of my pants at his touch. Deciding to take the direct approach, I took his hand and placed it right on top of the apex of my pants and he started stroking me and moved in between my legs under the table.

"So, once again, there you have it. Yes, I drugged and kidnapped them against their will. Yes, I forced them to be my ponies. But they all gave me their bodies willingly and pledged themselves to me for life and when I offered them their freedom each of them declined. Even Daniel here had the opportunity to walk away scot free and go wherever he wished and he decided to stay." I felt nimble fingers on the top button of my pants. It came open and my zipper slid down, exposing my cock. I sighed and slid down a little in my seat as I felt Daniels warm hand wrap around the shaft of my prick and start stroking me. Nathan glanced down and sideways under the table and smiled. After a moment or two I felt my foreskin slide back and Daniel leaned forward and took me in his mouth. I sighed again and twined my fingers in his hair as his head bobbed slowly in my lap.

"Gael. Since you started this, come here." She got up from the table, stuck her crutches under her arms and made her way up to where I was sitting. I could see that her nipples were hard and I imagine that it was a combination of excitement and a bit of concern. She had knowingly set me up by starting the conversation that way and I suspect she was worrying that I was going to punish her. I knew that the best way to punish Gael was to banish her alone to her cage. I briefly considered just such a thing. Maybe spanking her and sending her to bed alone. That would have been punishment for her indeed. But I had other plans.

"Turn around so they can all see your tail, dear." She did so. One hand was still entwined in Daniels hair as he busily sucked on my prick. The other went around her waist and I pulled her as close to me as I could get. I slapped her playfully on her full bottom then grabbed the flowing red strands of her tail and held it up for all of them to see.

"There are three marks which show the world that you belong to me and nobody else. The first, when I take you, is the tattoo. It is forever. Whether you take it willingly or not does not matter. You are marked for life as being owned by me. The second is the collar. That signifies that you are my pony and under my control. You wear it willingly at my direction. By doing so you concede that I am your Master. The third mark is the tail." I tugged on her tail a little, making her gasp and squeak. She started to turn a little pink.

"You alone decide when you are ready to wear my tail. You must ask for it and place yourself face down with your ass up in the air freely and pledge yourself to me; heart, mind, body and soul. It shows to anybody who can see that you are willing and eager to give your body to me anywhere and at any time." I tugged on her little tail again and said "Isn't that right, Gael?" She shivered hard again, goose bumps appearing all over her body and she gasped "Yes, Master! Ooohh..."

Her legs were starting to shake a little and I was starting to sweat from the sensation of Daniels mouth on my prick. The little slurping sounds of my cock sliding in and out of his lips were increasing as he moved up and down faster. I patted Gael on the bottom again and said "Go sit down before you fall over." Shakily, she returned to her seat, squeaking again as her tail came in contact with the wooden bench. She was bright red and her nipples were hard as little rocks on her chest.

"So, mmmm..." I moaned a little. "Three days from now. Tuesday evening. Ahhh... You will be afforded the chance to gain your tails. Mmmm... Three days to get used to being owned by me and being my ponies... Ahhh... And then... Mmmm... we will see. Aaahhhh..." I lifted my hips and came in Daniels mouth, my fingers gripping his hair tight and the sound of him moaning and swallowing seemed loud in the still evening air.

I sat and stroked Daniels head as he slowed his movements, just teasing me with his lips and tongue as the spasms subsided. It gave me little electric jolts up and down my spine. Finally I sighed deeply and pulled his mouth off of my softening cock. Daniel sat back on his haunches under the table, licking his lips and grinning. I zipped myself back up and said "Get back up here, boy." He scurried out from under the table and I pulled him into my lap. Daniel wrapped his arms around me and cuddled his face into my neck while I hugged and patted him. "I just wanted to thank you again, Master." he whispered. "For everything." I hugged him and whispered back "You are a good boy, Daniel."




Seven Tails: Tail 04



David and Wendy had their heads together down at the other end of the table. There was lots of nodding and shrugging and whispering going on. Nathan looked at them then at me and raised his eyebrows and shrugged as well. I let it go on for a minute then said "David? Wendy? Is there something you want to say?" They both started and looked up, unaware until that moment that they had been the center of attention. David started to rise from his seat, then looked down at the girl next to him, raising his eyebrows and nodding questioningly. She shot a glance at me and blushed a little, then rose from her seat. They both came around the table and knelt by my chair.

"Master, I... We..." he began. I help up a hand. "Hang on just a moment, David." I patted Daniel and said "Hop up, lad. Back to your seat. I need to pay attention here and you are too much of a distraction." The boy slid out of my lap, bent a quick knee in a bow and went back to his seat next to Gael. I turned in my chair, facing the two kneeling next to me and said "Now! What's on your mind?"

"Master, I... I mean, we... Umm..." David turned his head to look at Wendy. She reached out and patted his leg, then said "Master, David and I are ready for our tails now."

I was a bit taken aback at that. I just wasn't used to things happening quite so fast. There had always been that long transition period where my new ponies fought against their captivity and I had to spend days if not weeks forcing them in the direction I wanted them to go. The psychological games and the forced bondage and the... torture, to call it by it's real name... the whip and the crop and the cane... I was almost a little bit disappointed. Even though it was a lot of work, it was also a bit fun. Just because I was such an evil bastard like that. Not that I really liked inflicting pain, except of course when they asked for it, like Gael and Nathan did now and then. That kind of thing was more sexual play that it was any sort of real sadism. It was more part of the thrill of the chase. They were making it all too easy.

In a way, it was a good thing. We could skip a lot of the preliminaries and get straight into training and having sex. Which, of course, was what this was all about. And I always looked forward to having sex with a new pet for the first time. Now I had two at once and the possibilities whirled around in my head. I looked down at those two naked kneeling forms and thought about having them both in my bed together for the first time and it made my cock twitch even though I had just come in Daniels soft sweet mouth only a few minutes before.

But, no. There were rules. Even if they were my own rules, I kept them for myself as strictly as I did for my pets. I leaned over to Sarabeth and whispered in her ear. She jumped up and ran off towards the stables. I looked back down at the two kneeling at my feet.

"I do wonder," I said "If you have thought this through and really know what you are asking. David, you have had one sexual experience with a man and it wasn't positive. I take it you have had sex with a woman before?"

"Yes, Master."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes, Master!"

"But you do realize that by taking my tail you are relinquishing all rights to your body. That you will be freely and willingly available to not only me, but to all of my other pets as I see fit? That I will require you to be sexually active with Nathan and Daniel as well as the girls? Are you really ready for that, David? Are you ready to willingly offer me, and all of us, your mouth and your cock and your ass?"

He colored and looked down at the ground again. "I... I'm... not really sure, Master. But I think so. I think I'm ready."

"Hmm... I do wonder. And Wendy. You have never had a sexual experience with anybody, as you say. Though no doubt you are quite aware of the mechanics of it. Living in Lord IX's household, you must have seen plenty."

She too colored and looked down. "Yes, Master. I have seen. Many times. Once I was old enough to understand, my Lord required me to attend many of his parties and private sessions with his stock. He called it part of my training. But I was never allowed to participate." She blushed again and hung her head. "He caught me kissing one of his servants when I was sixteen. The maid who had been assigned to me. He whipped us both and sold her the very next day. I... I never had the nerve to try it again after that."

"Yet you are telling me now that you are willing to put your bottom up in the air to have a plug inserted into it and swear that your body is available to me in all ways and at all times. Because once you do that Wendy, your entire body will be used by me and all of my pets. Your mouth and your pussy and your ass will be available to me and any who are directed by me."

"Are you really ready for that?"

"I... I..."

"I don't think so." I waved a hand. "No. The rule is three days and three days it will be. Tuesday evening and no sooner. For several reasons that I don't really need to explain but I will. One: Three days is the rule. Two: You are not ready, no matter what you may think. And three is the simplest reason. Your tails aren't ready yet. I have to make them myself."

Sarabeth had returned and knelt on the other side of my chair, offering up a small leather case about three inches by six inches. I took it and leaned over and kissed her. "Thank you, love." She got up and returned to her seat. I opened the case and pulled out my injector and held it up.

"This is the tool that I use when I take my new pets. It uses a small amount of compressed air to inject two drugs into the system quickly and fairly painlessly." I popped open the back of the unit to show two glass vials inside. "One is a drug that will render you unconscious for about six hours or so. It works quickly and is fairly safe. The other is a concentrated aphrodisiac that lasts for about three days. It makes you extremely horny and it is very distracting. It is also a good test of your self control. One of these drugs, for obvious reason, we will not need right now." I slid one of the vials out and put it back into the case. "Can you guess which vial still remains in here?"

David looked around at Wendy and the others and said "I don't think I need it, Master. I'm horny all the time as it is. I mean... how could I not be?" Wendy blushed a little and Gael snickered.

"Nonetheless, you will have it, David. Both of you. You have taken my collar, that is the first step. This is the second. Between now and Tuesday evening you will be tested to your limits. I will take you to physical and emotional extremes to see how you react. And, unless you perform exceptionally well, you will not be allowed any sort of sexual release until then. I will be watching you closely until then. If either of you, as with any of my pets, if I catch you touching or playing with yourself without my permission, I will punish you. Do you both understand that?"

They both nodded. "Yes, Master." they chorused.

"Come up here and give me your arms, then." Both of them rose up onto their knees and turned slightly, presenting their upper arms. I pressed it to Wendy's arm and it hissed. Then I re-cocked it and injected David. They shivered afterward and rubbed the injection spots.

Once that was over I felt a wave of fatigue rush over me. It had been a long tiring week. We cleaned up and we all went to bed alone that night.

Three

I awoke early, as usual. Declining to spend time in my office, knowing the mountain of work that had piled up there in my absence, I went into the box room next door where my packages were delivered. About two dozen large boxes were piled up there. Some of it was the ingredients for the kibble I made for my pets. I chose to ignore those and open some of the others. Many of them were the things I had ordered from the gathering.

A couple of big boxes were the oil paints and supplies I had ordered for Gael. I set them aside for later in the day. Smiling inwardly, I could just imagine how she would find a way to express her enthusiasm.

One crate caught my attention just as soon as I had opened it. Smiling again, I got out some tools and started putting it together.

A slight tingle through Wendys ankle shackle brought her awake. Not enough to be a shock, just a tingle. The sun was barely over the horizon and the others were still in their beds, sound asleep. I spoke softly through the intercom.

"Wendy."

"Mmmm..." she murmured sleepily. "Yes, Master?"

"Get up and showered, girl. Quietly. Don't wake the others. Soft shoes, collar, leash. You have ten minutes."

"Yes, Master!" She scrambled up to get herself ready.

It actually took her fifteen minutes. She had a lot of hair and, like Sarabeth, it took her awhile to get it dry and brushed out. I would have to remember that in the future. But I didn't mind waiting. When I opened the door she knelt and presented me with her leash. Taking it, I led her inside.

One of the items I had bought at the gathering was a small dining room table, all done in black lacquered paint and polished to a high gloss. It cranked open to separate the two halves and in the middle it had three holes, the one in the middle larger than the other two. Like a big set of wooden stocks. The top of the table was just high enough that when the girl got up on her knees it closed around her neck and wrists and held her perfectly immobile. A human centerpiece. I liked it and suspected that all of my pets would be taking turns having a meal with me at one time or another.

After I had looked at Wendy trapped in there for a little while I wished that there was a removable panel in the front so I could just step forward and make use of whoever's mouth was there at the time. I'd have to speak to that craftsman the next time I thought of it. I'm sure he did commission work. 

I had prepared myself a good breakfast. Eggs and bacon and toast and hash browns and coffee. English muffins with honey for afterward. I stuck a bendy straw in a glass of water and set it by the girls head so she could get a sip now and then and I fed her bites off of my plate while I ate. One of my feet ran up and down the inside of her spread thighs, marveling in the softness of her skin. It made her shiver and clench her fists up tight.

"Are you wet, girl?"

"Mmmm..." she moaned. "Yes, Master, I am!"

"Good. Tell me about living in Lord IX's house. What was it like?"

I spent the next hour teasing her with my touch and listening to her talk. It was educational... And she was flushed with desire by the time I sent her back to the stables with instructions. Things were going well.

All of my pets were lined up in the stables when I arrived. Even Gael was in her harness on crutches. I wanted to make sure she got what exercise she could while she was laid up. If she was determined to run the steeplechase again next year then she was going to need to stay in shape. We went out to the corral and I had Nathan lead everybody in stretches. It was looking like it was going to be a nice day, but it was still cool enough that early in the morning there were lots of goose bumps and erect nipples in view. At least some of it was due to the temperature, anyway. In Wendy and Davids case, it was partially due to the chemicals sending their hormones racing. David had a substantial hard on that threatened to pop out of his pouch. It made me smile.

While the others jogged a couple of laps around the outside track, Gael and I walked a lap together. She was a bit tired and achy by the time we finished and sat down with relief when we got back to the corral. I wrapped one of the warm blankets around her shoulders and she smiled up at me in thanks.

Wendy and David were a bit pink and out of breath by the time they finished. Neither one of them had ever been much on physical activity of that sort before. Wendy had told me that morning she had never considered being an actual competition pony. She had always thought she would end up as a service or comfort girl. I told her in no uncertain terms that she would be a finely toned and athletic pony by the time we hit the next gathering. There was no room in my stables for mere sex slaves or spoiled house servants. She would be in the competition in one event or another and she would do her very best to win or she would be sporting some fine wide red stripes across her bottom. That made her get pink all over and she swore that she would do her best not to disappoint me. I patted her on the head and assured her that she was a good girl.

David hadn't thought about the physical aspects either. His thoughts about being a pony had revolved more around the sexual aspects and the comfort of being owned, a willing slave to another's whims. Well, that was fine. I fully planned on fucking him as often as possible. But in between he was going to be a fine competition pony and make me proud of him or suffer the consequences.

If neither one of them had thought their commitment through before becoming my pets, well... It was just too bad for them. My ponies performed for me on the track and in the arena as well as in my bed. It was the way of things in my little empire.

Since Gael was laid up I used her as a weight for the sulky. Nathan, Sarabeth and Daniel were already in their sulky harnesses and I had her ride behind them while they all ran three more laps around the track. Gael whooped and made the thin sulky whip crack in the air as she rode behind them one after another. I used the time to begin training David and Wendy in Being A Pony 101. We started off with basic stances and postures, then worked our way into simple gaits. I kept the crop in my hand and didn't spare their bottoms when I thought they weren't paying attention. Both of them ended up with at least half a dozen little pink marks on their butts and thighs by the time we were done.

When we broke for lunch everyone got into the showers and I announced it was lunch time and relaxation for at least an hour. Maybe two. After all, it was Sunday and our first full day back home again after the long trying week at the gathering. I wasn't going to work them too hard. Myself, on the other hand, had things I needed to do.

The room just to the left of the front door as you came in was called a 'sun room'. It let out onto the porch and had big screened windows that could open and let in the fresh air. It was a nice bright and comfortable room, but we didn't seem to use it all that much. When the weather was temperate enough to be outside, we were outside. Having ponies was (mostly) an outdoor sport. I thought that this room would be a good spot for Gael to paint. It seemed artists were always concerned about natural light and things like that. I didn't know much about it other than knowing what I liked. And I liked making Gael smile just as much as I enjoyed making her squeak.

It took me the better part of an hour to put her easel together and unpack the supplies I had ordered. Hopefully, the paints and brushes were the right kind. I had consulted that artist at the gathering and he suggested a basic setup that he figured she could use. I rearranged furniture and set things up and stacked a dozen blank canvases up against one wall, just waiting for her. I figured it would be a good consolation prize for breaking her leg. And she did, after all, show me how she wanted to paint again. It was only fair that I kept my end of the bargain.

I spent the next hour and a half putting together two more toys bought for my own amusement. Like my new breakfast table, I'm sure they would all be taking turns very soon.

During this time I kept an occasional eye on the kids in their cages. At one point I caught David on his bed with his hands under the covers working busily. A small shock down the ankle shackle brought that activity to a quick end. I told him over the intercom to remind me later that he was being punished. Bowing his head, he agreed.

Taking a trip out to the stables I brought Nathan out of his cage and had him help me move the boxes of his new tools and stuff into a room in the back that I had, up to that point, only used for storage.

At the gathering Nathan had discovered that he wanted to learn to make things in leather and had ideas for harnesses and other things. I decided to humor him and had okayed the purchase of the necessary tools and supplies. 

I got Daniel and David out to help us move the heavier things and to help clean up and make the place workable. The room had windows and lights and lots of shelves and a heavy wooden workbench running down the middle of it that I thought would come in handy. Plus there was a pegboard up on one wall with plenty of empty hooks for hanging tools and things. I could see the look in Nathans eye that said he was already lost in thought, designing new gear in his head.

Another thing I was going to have to schedule time out of the cage for. And another place I was going to have to install a camera and an intercom. At least Gaels new studio was already so wired. I imagined that in the very near future I was going to have to find a hobby for each of them. Other than just being my ponies, that is.

Ah well. Busy ponies were happy ponies. And the happier they were, the happier they would keep me. I could live with the extra little bit of work it caused, I guess.

I told the boys to mind Nathan and help him all they could and turned to leave. Nathan called out to me and as I turned back, he ran over and knelt at my feet, grabbed my hand in both of his and kissed it.

"Thank you, Master." he said, holding my hand against his cheek. I smiled down at him, stroking my thumb against his soft smooth skin.

"You have earned this, Nathan. You've always made me proud to be your Master and I think you will continue to do so in the future. Make good use of your time here. As a matter of fact..." I looked at my watch. "You have maybe another hour, then we are going to move on to other things. A group activity. Get your stuff put away and organized. I'll let you know in time to get ready."

"Yes, Master! Thank you again!" He released my hand and jumped up to give me a quick kiss then scrambled back into his new shop.

I clapped my hands loudly and called out "Ladies! Soft shoes and collars, please. We have work to do!"

We walked slowly so Gael could keep up with her crutches. Wendy was still having issues with being naked outside and in front of others. She kept wanting to hunch over and cover her breasts until I threatened to cuff her hands behind her back. We stopped in the middle of the yard and I gave her another lesson on posture and stance, making her stand with her back straight and her shoulders back. A couple of light swats on her firm backside brought the color to her cheeks and made her straighten her spine.

"Do I need to make you walk with your hands behind your head, Wendy?" She looked miserable and her eyes were on the ground. "No, Master. I'm sorry." I slid my hand behind her neck and leaned in and kissed her. Softly at first, then harder as my tongue slipped into her mouth. I reached down and cupped one soft breast in my hand and pinched her nipple lightly as she moaned against my lips. Pulling away, I said "Don't ever be ashamed of your body, girl. You are beautiful and you are my pony and I want to see your beautiful body all the time." Releasing my hold on her soft breast I traced one finger lightly down her chest and belly making her gasp and squirm. I stopped my movement just above her pubic mound and said "And the more that I see of your hot beautiful little body the more I want you. And when I want you, I can have you. Any time and in any way because you are my pony. Isn't that right?"

A flush of mixed embarrassment and desire had spread from her cheeks down her chest and she gasped "Yes, Master! I am your pony!" I turned her and slapped her lightly on the butt again and said "Then walk like you are my pony. Let me see you and make me want you, girl. Walk like you are proud to be mine."




Seven Tails: Tail 05



 5-26-11

Reposted by request

Seven Tails

Tail Five: Breaking In

(Belle and Chris)

One

I don't usually get out all that much, as you can probably guess. My duties back at the ranch kept my days pretty full and the entertainment for my idle moments was beyond compare. I just had neither the time nor the inclination for many extracurricular activities.

Aside from the occasional ride in the countryside and going to the pony gatherings once or maybe twice a year, I stayed at home as much as possible. And why not? I had close to a thousand acres of land to play in and six willing pets to keep me company and my mail and food were delivered to me once a week.

And now that I retired from hunting new pets the need for me to leave the farm lessened even more.

I had few actual 'friends' and those that I did have I saw at the gatherings and corresponded by email in between times. And those of my family who knew me (but not as well as they thought, or so I thought anyway) knew of my habitual standoffishness and thought of me as shy and reclusive and over the years the invitations to family functions had tapered to a stop. They knew I wouldn't come, so they stopped inviting me. It was a good thing, in my opinion.

Not that I didn't care for them as family as such. I always made sure to send cards and presents on birthdays and whatnot. I was just really selective as to the company I kept. As far as I knew, none of my family knew about my life, as such. They thought I just lived in a cabin out in the woods somewhere and rode horses for fun.

It was close enough to the truth.

There was one niece, named Belinda (an unfortunate name, but she went by 'Belle') that had been my favorite as a child when I was still coming around. She had taken a shine to me for some odd reason and we remained friends as she grew older and when I stopped coming around we exchanged emails back and forth. I always sent her good presents for her birthday and Christmas and so forth.

Last year she had graduated from college and married a nice young man. He looked nice in the pictures she sent me anyway.

When Belle was a little girl she was constantly inviting me to have "tea" with her, as many little girls do. It became a long lasting joke between us even after she had grown up. So for her wedding present I had found an antique set of child sized silver tea service. She loved it and sent me a long grateful thank you note and even sent a picture of the set proudly displayed in a cabinet in her home.

The other day I had gotten an email from her that was a bit mysterious. It read:

"Uncle,

I have a problem that I think only you may have a good solution to. I have done a bit of research and have decided that you are the best man to consult in this matter. Need to talk to you face to face. We will meet you anywhere you wish, just please say yes.

All my love, Belle"

My brother Raymond and his wife Cynthia had always kept a beach house down in Freeport, Texas. Just south of Galveston. Belle and her new man Christopher were staying there temporarily while Belle 'found herself'. In actuality I think it was to help her husband get used to the idea of being wealthier than he had imagined before. From what Belle had told me, Chris had no idea that she came from a wealthy family when they first met. It wasn't until he actually proposed to her that she let him see some of what her family life was like.

Amazingly enough, after he met her family he still wanted to marry her. I told her then that he might be a keeper.

Sometimes having lots of money just makes you a target. We were all taught early on in life to watch our backs. Belle being the smart girl that she was, knew what gold diggers were like and avoided them like the plague. It seems with Chris she had found love that money couldn't buy. I was happy for them.

I told Belle that I could meet them at the beach house if that was okay. I'd been there a few times before. It was a nice quiet and comfortable place.

She replied:

"That would be great! Chris will make us dinner. He is an excellent cook! Thank goodness, because I am hopeless at it. Can't wait to see you again."

And that seemed to settle that. I would fly down Saturday afternoon and hopefully back sometime late Sunday evening. Nathan and Sarabeth were left in charge with a schedule, my extra remote and the extra cell phone programmed with my numbers. Saturday evening had been designated as 'free play' time, as long as everybody behaved themselves. All the cage doors and all the cabinets could be open for three hours, but they were to confine themselves to the stables. And I wanted everyone in bed, by themselves with the cage doors shut by 9pm, as they would be arising early Sunday morning. At that time I wanted chores done. Laundry and cleaning of the house, the stables and the arena. I would be inspecting upon my return.

All of my pets swore that they would make me proud of them. I had briefly considered taking somebody with me, but as this seemed to be a fairly sensitive family problem, I thought Belle would be more comfortable if there weren't strangers about. Pity. Ah, well.

My chartered flight took off on time and landed on time, which was a blessing. I didn't really care all that much for flying, preferring to drive my RV on long trips. But that would have required several days more and I didn't wish to be away from the ranch and my pets that long. As promised, my rental car was waiting at the steps as the aircraft rolled to a stop and I was on my way down the coast within minutes.

If there was no traffic, the trip would take about an hour, which wasn't bad. I used the time to mentally review what I knew of Belle and her new husband, Chris. The last time I had seen my niece in person had been at her high school graduation, five years ago. She'd been a honors student and was at the top of her class. The skinny little stick figure of a girl I remembered had grown up into a beautiful, self assured and well mannered woman. Belle had never let our families money and life of privilege turn her into a spoiled brat as had happened with some of the others.

There were members of my family that I wouldn't acknowledge if I saw them lying in the street. And if they managed to make their way to my door all they would see would be the long dark dangerous looking tunnel that comprised a shotgun barrel. But there were a very few, like Belle, that I would happily leave the comfort of my nest for and do anything I could to help.

Luckily for me, not many of those needed or wanted my help or company very often. I much preferred to be left to my own devices.

The last time I had seen Belle she had long straight brown hair that reached halfway down her back. About five-six or seven, maybe a hundred and fifty pounds. She was built sturdy, a bit wide in the frame but she kept herself very fit riding and playing tennis and swimming. Always a very athletic girl even when she was younger. She often ran me ragged keeping up with her as a child. I had always thought that she would go into some professional sport when she matured. To my surprise, Belle had majored in sociology when she went to college. "People are fascinating and maddening." she said "I want to find out what makes them tick." I had no doubt that she would be very very good at whatever she decided to do.

Belle had met Christopher Reynolds in college, as I had said earlier. He was an anthropology major and they had some of the same classes. Although Belle claimed it was "Love at first sight" they had kept their relationship on a low key for three years while they both concentrated on their studies. Chris was unable to hold his peace and he proposed at the end of their junior year and they moved in together for their last year of college. Belle and Chris were married the week after they both graduated. The pictures she sent to me always showed him smiling and looking happy and content. Chris was maybe an inch shorter than his wife, but also very fit and athletic. He had sandy blondish hair with gray eyes that made him look pale but he always had a fair tan which offset that a little. He was a very handsome man and he and Belle made a striking couple. 

It was a calm and beautiful late fall day which was kind of rare for that time of year. Sometimes the weather along that coastline could be tricky. Being that close to the ocean, with all of it's wild unpredictable power made me nervous. I much preferred the quite unmoving stature of the mountains. You could pretty much count on the mountains not to shift around a whole lot suddenly.

"Uncle Alex!!" Belle flew down the steps and threw herself at me, almost knocking me down. I managed to brace myself at the last second as the impact knocked the breath out of my body temporarily and kept us both from tumbling to the ground. I laughed and hugged her and poofed her hair out of my face and delighted in the love and warmth I felt from holding her again. Belle had always been a joy to be around, even if she was a bit exasperating at times.

I hadn't even noticed the handsome young man standing behind her until Belle unwound her arms from my neck after long moments. She planted a kiss on my cheek then turned and said "Uncle Alex, this is my husband, Chris. Chris, this is my favorite uncle, Alex DuMonde." He extended a hand and his grip was warm and firm. He said "Glad to meet you, Sir. Belle talks about you all the time. I feel like I already know you."

"Call me Alex, Chris. We are family, after all."

"Yes, Sir... Uh... Alex." He seemed like a nice enough young man. And Belle seemed more than happy with him.

I was no anthropologist or sociologist, but I think I may have enjoyed studying the subjects. My own experiences would have brought a different view to the sciences, I think. I tended to view personal relationships with an eye towards power and control and how to gain and keep them. Looking at Belle and Chris as they interacted I could instantly see the power dynamic and how it worked in this relationship. Belle had always had a strong personality, even as a child and I could see instantly that she was the dominant partner in their marriage. Chris rushed ahead of her to open the front door then bowed his head just a fraction as she went into the house. As she passed, Belle patted his cheek and gave him a smile and I saw him shiver just slightly. That was interesting.

He was indeed an excellent cook. Chris made us some sort of parmesan chicken alfredo dish with asparagus spears on the side and a fresh tossed chef's salad. Instead of piling the dishes on the table and having everyone serve themselves as most people did, he actually arranged each plate himself and brought them to the table to set in front of us. He served my plate first, and then one for his wife, then waited for me to look up and say "This looks wonderful!" before he went to the kitchen to retrieve his own plate. And then again once we were all seated he waited until Belle and I had both taken a bite and declared it delicious before he started eating his own dinner.

Dinner conversation was kept light and off of the subject of why I had been called out of my comfortable space. I didn't mind. But if it got too late and they were still reticent, I would push the issue. I did, after all, have a life I needed to return to soon.

Chris was slightly horrified that I would offer to help clean up after dinner. He flatly but politely refused my help and swept the dirty dishes off the table with the facility of a professional busboy and had the dishwasher loaded within seconds, finishing up by wiping down the table and the counter tops with a dishcloth and joining Belle and I in the living room just as we were getting seated and comfortable.

I eased myself into a thick leather chair and Belle arranged herself on one end of the sofa and as Chris sat next to her, she looked at him and put on hand on his knee. He slapped himself lightly on the forehead and said "Oh cripes, yes! I forgot!" Trotting over to the bar on one side of the room he decanted three small glasses of brandy and put them and a small box on a tray and brought them back to the table between us.

"I remember that you like these cigars, Uncle Alex. Dad likes them too, so we always have a supply of them here. Please help yourself."

"Belle dear, I think you are trying to butter me up." I said as I lit a smooth imported cigar. "So why don't you just come out and tell me what this problem of yours is?" They both looked away and Chris actually blushed as he tried to hide his face in his brandy snifter.

"And why did you come to the conclusion that I should be the person to come to? I'm certainly no genius and I'm not really an expert in anything in particular."

My niece turned and picked up a thick manila folder off of the side table and handed it to me. "I think, Uncle Max," she said "That under the circumstances, you are the only person we could turn to."

If I hadn't been paying attention, I would have missed that hint. She slid it into the conversation without a single hesitation. One eyebrow raised, I stared into her big brown eyes for a moment, then opened the folder in my lap. The first page was a typewritten summary.

Alex DuMonde aka Master Max Rambeaux.

Other aliases: unknown.

Present whereabouts: unknown, but suspected to have a large holding somewhere in southern Oregon or Idaho, but possibly in Montana or Wyoming. Travels in a large RV registered in Oregon but has no known listed properties there.

Present financial worth: unknown. 

Known facts: Rarely travels more than once or twice a year. Is widely known as a trainer and exhibitor of "Human Ponies". Travels to fetish conventions and human pony exhibitions all over the US. Presently seen with six other adults, both male and female. Exact names and ages unknown. Seems to be well respected and spoken of in the fetish world.

It went on like that for a page and a half. Lots of 'unknown' entries. That suited me just fine. Though it did chill me just a little that she had been able to find out so much. Flipping past the summary I discovered that the rest of the file was all pictures. Some color, some black and white. The most recent were from the last gathering. I was in almost all of them, but there were a few solo shots of my pets. I could tell that some of these were poached from the same photographers who worked the gatherings as I had copies of some of the same pictures on the wall of my office. That picture of me hugging Sarabeth after the sulky race where she had that look of sublime ecstasy on her face. Me leading a blushing Daniel on his leash while his hard cock bobbed in front of his body. One hand wrapped in Nathans hair while I bent his head back and kissed him deeply. Gael and I talking to the artist while she beamed happily. Me once again leading Daniel and David on their leashes, both lads mostly naked in their harnesses and nothing else. Some action pictures of Sarabeth during her dressage routine and more of me and the lads during the chariot race.

There were about fifty pictures in the stack. I kept my face as bland as possible while flipping through them. But my mind was in turmoil as to why Belle had thought it necessary to do this and then to confront me with it. When I flipped through the last picture I closed the file and tossed it casually back on the coffee table in front of me.

"I'd like copies of some of those." I said. "Whoever your photographer is got some good shots I don't have. Maybe I should put him on my payroll."

Belle actually had the decency to blush. "You can have those, Uncle Max." she said. "I saw what I... needed to."

"Then let's drop the 'Uncle Max' business then, shall we? I have been Uncle Alex all of your life young lady and I will continue to be called that." I leaned forward a little and let my voice harden. "Unless you want to call me 'Master Max'. And unless you are one of my peers you will call me 'Master' or 'Sir' and use a respectful tone at all times. I won't tolerate disrespect from any subs, slaves, ponies or servants. Do you understand me, little girl?"

Chris blanched pale and dropped his eyes. Belle tried to meet my gaze and couldn't. Her lips trembled and she whispered "I'm sorry, Uncle Alex. I didn't mean to upset you and I meant no disrespect."

"So lets drop the bullshit and tell me what this is all about. Starting with why?" I waved a hand at the folder on the table. "This must have cost you a pretty penny. I'm not that easy to track down. I've spent a lot of time and money keeping myself out of the public eye." I waved my hand at the house around us and said "You have plenty of money so it can't be blackmail."

One hand flew to her pretty mouth and she started upright. Then she waved both hands and exclaimed "No! Please! Let me explain!" I sat back in my chair and steepled my fingers in front of my face. 

"Explain then, girl. And this had better be good."

"I had... suspected...some things about you for awhile. Feelings that I got from you whenever we were face to face. Some of the things I heard from my Dad... But I never had any reason to follow up. I always thought it was your life and none of my business."

"So far you are correct. My private life is none of your concern."

She jerked back like I had slapped her. Her eyes went to the floor and she said "I know I violated a trust between us, Uncle Alex. And I'm sorry. But, I had to be sure before I... Well, when Chris and I started to have our trouble I went to Daddy, like I always do. He listened to me for awhile but when it started getting too...personal... he suggested I talk to you. He said you were the man for the job."

My brother Raymond was an astute businessman and a fine money manager. He was great with figures and charts and stock options, but not always so good with people. But one thing he was good at was figuring out who was the perfect person to delegate authority to. He always kept a close circle of advisers and 'go-to guys' handy. I guess getting that kind of recommendation from him was flattering, in a sense. But it also told me that Raymond knew more about my life than he let on. That was a bit disturbing.

"Trouble? Exactly what kind of trouble?" They both blushed even harder and looked at the ground. Chris took her hand in his and squeezed it. They looked at each other and I could see a wordless conversation taking place. Finally he nodded reluctantly and said "It's why we asked him here." Belle took a deep breath, sighed and then nodded back. "Okay."

Not really looking at me, Belle said "Neither one of us was a virgin when Chris and I met. I had been with a couple of other men before and Chris had a few girlfriends. But even though we were both fairly experienced as far as sex went, there was this...newness... this feeling like it was the very first time for both of us the first time we slept together." She glanced up at me and asked "Am I embarrassing you, Uncle?"

I smiled kind of wickedly and shook my head. "Of course not, dear. Your first was Bobby Monroe, the boy from your junior year English class that you had a crush on. If I recall correctly, you didn't have a crush on him anymore after that one night." Belle gasped.

"The second was Jamie Marks, the lifeguard at the pool at the country club in Richmond. You were lucky you didn't catch anything from him. I very nearly went there and took care of him myself before you wised up and broke up with him. He was starting to piss me off. And the third was that geeky little dude... what was his name? Oh yes. Tyler Jones. Fancied himself an 'artist'. I was really beginning to despair of your taste in men for a little while there. I was pretty happy when you and Chris got together."

They both sat there wide eyed with their mouths open in shock. I smiled again, looked at Chris and said "Your first was that girl in junior high... Maryanne something... That lasted for almost a year. Then you got involved with the girl whose father ran the local package liquor store... Ginger French. Her father broke your arm when he found out and you behaved yourself for about another year. Then, right before you graduated high school you hooked up with Sarah England. She seemed like a nice girl. She's married now and has two kids, by the way. They have a nice little suburban home in Austin and he's a fireman. And right after you got to college there was that girl Lisa at the coffee shop. It didn't go anywhere mainly because she was a conflicted lesbian. She thought for awhile that she was bisexual but since she met that personal trainer who taught her yoga classes there hasn't been any doubt in her mind since then. She is very happy and they are sharing a condo right next door to the gym where they both now work."




Seven Tails: Tail 05



"Did I miss anything?"

From the shocked looks and blank stares I was pretty sure I hadn't. I'd kept an eye on Belle all of her life, even if I wasn't there in person. And once she had hooked up with Chris I spent some money on a pretty extensive background check on him as well. That sort of thing was like second nature to our family. Part of the reason I had retired from the scene and tried so hard to hide myself away. Apparently I'd only been partially successful.

Luckily for me nobody had quite figured out how I had actually acquired my pets to begin with. I don't know if they would have turned me in or not.

Deciding to continue taking advantage of the situation as it stood, I decided to forge ahead and make damn sure that they knew who they were dealing with. I picked up the folder again and riffled through the pictures until I found one of just me. I flipped it over until it was facing them and slapped it down on the table.

"My name is Master Max Rambeaux. I am a trainer and owner of champion exhibition human ponies. At the moment I have six ponies in my stables." I went through the pictures again and started slapping them down on the table one at a time.

"Sarabeth."

"Nathan."

"Gael."

"Daniel."

"David."

"And Wendy."

"They are my ponies. My pets. My servants and my bed partners. They all wear my collar and call me 'Master' and do anything I tell them to. They live in cages in my stable and they work and they train and they clean my house and come to my bed whenever I wish them to entertain me. Sometimes singly and sometimes in pairs or groups. They do what they are told because they love me and they love being my ponies. They also know that if they misbehave there is always the whip and the crop and the paddle and the cane waiting to mete out my displeasure. And sometimes I will turn one of them over my knee and use my hand or a crop or paddle on their little bottoms just for fun."

"Is that enough information?" I held up my phone and tossed it on the table atop the pictures. "I can call and you can talk to them yourselves if you like. I'm sure they will tell you everything you need to know about me."

Belle jumped up like she was going to run from the room, then came over and threw herself on her knees in front of me and wrapped her arms around my leg.

"Uncle Alex, please!" she begged "I'm sorry! I didn't want to make you angry. I just wanted your help. Daddy gave me the number of the private detective he uses and I called... It took him six months to track you down and get the report I showed you. He said you were one of the hardest people he had ever traced in his whole career. And once he gave me this report I told him to stop immediately. I knew...that I had found who I was looking for."

Belles chin and lower lip were quivering and there were tears leaking slowly out of the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks. I felt a twinge of guilt. I never wanted to see her unhappy. Belles happiness in life was second only to my own. I was a selfish prick like that. Leaning down, I held out my hands to her. Belle immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and I patted her on the back and shushed her until she calmed down. Then, pulling back a little, I handed her a fistful of tissues from the side table. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose and regained her composure.

Glancing up at Chris, I said "Maybe we should start over again. I think we all got off on the wrong foot here. And I think your young man is in some distress. He looks like he wants to come over here and kick my ass. Or at least try to. Let's all take a step back and a deep breath and start again from zero, shall we?"

Belle got up and leaned over her husband and kissed him and whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was that she said made all of the tension run out of him like popping a balloon. The color faded from his cheeks and he slumped a little against the couch cushions. I leaned back myself and blew out a breath. I had gotten myself a little wound up too.

"So," I said "Let's just recap a little. Maybe I can get to the meat of this without any more dramatics from either of us. One..." I said, holding up a finger. "You tried to talk to your father and it was so personal that he would rather have you take it up with a private detective rather than discuss it with him. Knowing Raymond and how straight-laced he is, that tells me that the subject has to do with your sex life. Am I correct so far?"

Belle and Chris both nodded. I said "Raymond has always been stuffy like that. I was actually surprised when he got married and had the...balls... to produce a child. Especially one as special as you, dear." Belle smiled lightly. "When we were younger I often wondered if my brother wouldn't end up in a monastery somewhere. Except, of course, it turned out money was his god and business his religion. But somebody has to do it, I suppose. Keep the family coffers brimming."

I held up a second finger. "Two. Since you have decided that I am the 'best man for the job' in Raymond's words, especially after seeing that report and those pictures I'm assuming that this has something to do with the sexual dynamics of dominance and submission. Correct again?"

They both looked down and nodded again, blushing. I held up a third finger.

"Third." I said. "And this may take me a minute to get all the details, but they are pretty clear so far. I have been watching you two from the moment I got here. I know exactly who the dominant partner is and who the submissive partner is. To anyone who is paying attention that would be screamingly obvious. The only way you could advertise it more blatantly was if you were wearing thigh-high leather boots and carrying a whip and Chris was on the end of a leash."

Chris opened his mouth to say something, I'm guessing in feigned indignation, and started to rise up off of the couch. I snapped my fingers at him and said "Sit down, boy!" His ass immediately hit the couch cushion and he sat there and gaped at me in shock. I'm guessing that nobody had ever used the 'Dom voice' on him before. A rainbow of emotions from shock to anger to embarrassment flashed across his face. I'd almost overdone it again. I held my hands up and asked "Chris, do you love Belle?"

The question caught him by surprise. His jaw worked a few times trying to phrase a reply then he said "Yes, I do. More than anything."

"And you want to make her happy?"

"Of course I do."

"You would do...anything...to make her happy."

"Yes."

"But sometimes your male ego rises up and makes it difficult, doesn't it? You both study human societies all over the world. You know how it should be. The man is supposed to be the dominant one. The breadwinner. The hunter and gatherer. He takes his woman and makes her his. And she stays home and raises his babies and cooks and cleans for her man. Because that's what society says is the norm, right?" They both nodded, a little shamefaced.

"My niece is a strong woman. She's been that way all of her life. Even as a child she was strong willed and independent. She always demanded things from people and if she didn't get her way she damn well wanted to know why. But, while she was strong, she was also a nice enough person not to run over other people and become a bitch, like some of them do."

I leaned forward a bit. "Looking at your past histories has given me some perspective that you have both missed. Perhaps I can clarify a few things to help you see it better."

"Belle, your past sexual partners have always had too much ego. They were too wrapped up in themselves to give you any real satisfaction. They all tried to dominate you and it just left you unfulfilled and wanting. There was always something unsatisfying about being with them and the relationships never lasted long."

Belles eyebrows rose up on her forehead.

"And Chris, the women you have been with were always too submissive, too willing to give themselves to you after the initial seduction. They were too nice... And that bothered you. Even though in the back of your mind you thought 'This is how it should be', you felt that something was wrong. And you wondered for awhile, especially after that little affair with Lisa, that you might be gay and that really bothered you deeply."

I was pretty much just guessing at this point. But from the looks on their faces I was right more than I was wrong.

"But I know how Belle is and how she reacts to people. She has a good sense for reading people's moods. I'll bet the first time you kissed she straddled your hips, grabbed your face and kissed you before you were really ready, didn't she? And it was the same way the first time you slept together, wasn't it? I'm willing to bet that she was on top the entire time. Am I right?"

Stunned, they both just nodded.

"And it was the best sex you had either had in your life, up to that point. Yes?" They nodded again. I shrugged and laughed a little. Shaking my head I said "You two are a fine pair of idiots." Before either of them could react I continued, pointing a finger at them both. "Sociology and Anthropology. Two sides of the same coin, studying man and how he interacts with his word. One is more empirical, relying on hard facts, numbers and tables. The other is a little more fuzzy, studying how we form groups and families and how we interact with each other on a more personal level. But both disciplines are the study of mankind. How we work."

I paused and said "I've seen your records. Both of you graduated at or very near the top of your class. Neither one of you is a dummy."

"Yet you never once thought to use what you learned on this little 'problem' of yours?"

"And there are a thousand... More than a thousand, books on the subject."

"And if worse came to worse, you could have just asked me for advice instead of coming up with this elaborate confrontation. That would have been much easier on us all, you know."

They both sighed heavily and deflated a little on the couch. Belle started to say "I'm so..." and I held up my hand. "Yes, I know. You are sorry." I shook my head. "Sometimes I don't know what to do with you, girl. How could anyone so smart be such a nincompoop?" Chris started to open his mouth and I pointed a finger at him. "And you are not much better, young man. I'm sure you have studied sexual mores a lot more than she has. You should have recognized what was going on much sooner. Being new to this family gives you about two inches of slack with me and it's been used up. My favorite niece loves you. And that means that you are going to have to work your tail off to be worthy of that love."

I pointed back at Belle and said "And you, young lady. You may be my favorite niece and probably my favorite person in the whole world but I'm not letting you off of the hook either. You have found a wonderful young man who loves you with his whole heart and now you have a family of your own. Your life is now going to be changed forever. You are going to have to work and work and work to keep this together, especially if it turns out the way I think it's going to."

I paused and smacked my lips. My mouth was completely dry. I'm not sure if I had spoken that much in complete sentences in months. A lot of my communication with my pets was in that verbal shorthand that we used. It just saved time. Unless we were in bed, of course. Then I got a little more loquacious.

"I am seriously dry, here. Chris, would you be so kind as to fetch me a big glass of ice water?"

Seemingly happy of the change of subject, he jumped up and said "Of course Uncle Alex. I'd be happy to." and trotted off to the kitchen. Belle started to open her mouth again and I held up a finger and said "If you say 'I'm sorry' one more time, I will paddle your behind. Keep that in mind. Start a sentence with something besides that."

That was kind of a dirty trick. Knowing full well that was what she was going to say and forbidding her to say it threw her brain into kind of a feedback loop trying to get started again. After several false starts where her mouth flapped open and nothing came out she finally managed to croak "Love you, Uncle Alex."

I smiled. "Love you too, baby girl."

"That was a dirty trick."

"Kept you from saying it though, didn't I?"

"It would have been easier to let you paddle me, I think."

I shook my head. "Then I would have had to paddle your new husband, too. And I'm too tired to fight right now. He looks like a scrapper. I'd hate to have to get him all banged up."

Chris returned and handed me a glass of water. He had one eyebrow raised as he did so. But he wisely kept his mouth shut as he sat back down next to his bride and held her hand. Thinking clearly, probably for the first time since dinner, I suspect he realized that I was tweaking his ego on purpose. And if he was thinking that he would have been one hundred percent correct.

And, as young and as fit as he was, if worse came to worse I could have made him scream for mercy in seconds. Dirty tricks were, after all, my specialty.

I downed half the glass in two large long gulps. I think just being in Texas made me thirsty. As an added bonus it gave me a few more seconds to think about what I was going to say next. By the time the glass reached the table again I was prepared.

The picture of me leading my two half naked pony boys on a leash. That was perfect. Sliding it across the table until it was right in front of Belle where she sat on the couch. Her eyes tracked down to the picture as it slid to a stop in front of her. I pointed to the creases in the corner of the picture. "You looked at this one more than once, I can tell. I don't blame you. It's highly erotic." Looking her in they eye I asked "Do you want to know what that felt like?"

My nieces tongue came out slowly and licked her lips and she swallowed and then nodded. I leaned over and put a hand over the part of the picture that had me in it.

"Just look at them for a moment. Forget that I am even there, just look at them. That is Daniel and David. Both of them are young. Early twenties. Both very pretty. Look at their bodies. They are obviously fit and athletic. Well toned and muscular without being over-inflated. And they are both very obviously well equipped. And they are both obviously sexually excited by being that exposed in front of all of those people." 

"Look at their faces. The expressions. What do you see? They are both smiling. Happy. That is obvious. There's also a hint of embarrassment. Being naked in front of a crowd is a nightmare for many people. Look at Daniel. He's embarrassed. A little ashamed. I put him in the harness and leash because he was in disgrace. He made me look bad in front of another Master and I lost some status and had to give up some favors to make up for it. I could have beaten him or caged him or worse. Instead, I chose this. Made him walk half naked and leashed like an animal. It was his penance."

"Look at Daniel again. Embarrassment and shame. But there's also a hint of pride there as well. Even though he was in disgrace I had told Daniel that I was proud of him and that I loved him still. Daniel is proud to be one of my ponies and has worked and trained very hard to make me proud of him. I have no doubt he will be a registered champion very soon."

"Look at David. He's smiling, yes. And a bit embarrassed as well. There's also a hint of fear and trepidation in his eyes. The evening before this picture was taken I purchased David at the pony auction. He'd only been a pony for a couple of months and his previous owner had died. He had no idea what his life was going to be like and what was going to happen to him. He was afraid that I would be cruel or unjust or demanding things that he wasn't ready to do as yet. Sexually, as well as physically. He was still a bit afraid of me at this point."

"But he's also smiling because him and Daniel were becoming fast friends. Daniel was my newest pony before David and I gave him the task of teaching David how I wanted my pets to behave. Daniel was honored that I put that task to him. It showed that he still had my trust, even though he had made a mistake."

"On the day that this picture was taken I had Daniel in my stables for several months. Before me he had never had sex with another man and he fought against it bitterly. Today he would come to my bed, or Nathans, or Davids or yours, at my direction.." I pointed at Chris. "Happily and willingly and do his very best to make his partner happy. And he's quite popular with the ladies as well." Chris looked alarmed and started to say something and I just raised my hands and said "Save it."

I pointed back to the picture again. "David, on the other hand, had one sexual encounter with another man and he didn't like it. He was pretty convinced that it wasn't his cup of tea, so to speak. Six days after this picture was taken he came to my bed willingly and gave himself to me and hasn't regretted it since then."

"My two boys... My three boys... Hell, all of my pets... serve me and entertain me and perform for me in the arena because they love me and they love being my ponies. Any single one of them would happily walk naked through a crowd if they thought it would please me."

"Can you see all this in their faces or am I just reading too much into it?"

Belle said "I can see it, uncle." Chris nodded. I moved my hand and covered up the part with the lads in it.

"Now look at me. Look at my face. What do you see?"

"Happiness." Belle said.

"Pride." Chris nodded.

"Contentment."

"A bit of vanity?"

"Hubris, definitely."

"And a hint of concern."

"And that little twist in the corner of your mouth looks like you are a little horny, too." I laughed.

"All of those things and more." I moved my hand again and pointed at the boys. "How could I not be proud? And more, how could I not be horny with those two following me around at the end of my leash? Knowing full well that if not then, certainly now, they are willing to do anything possible to please me in any way?"

I riffled through the pictures again. The picture of me hugging Sarabeth after the race. The look of ecstasy on her face was exquisite. Just knowing even now that she was in the throes of a hard orgasm at the time the picture was taken made my prick twitch around in my pants. I did so love giving her the release she craved after an exhibition like that. My little pet got so wound up...

I slid that photo over in front of Chris. "Would you like to know what made her so happy? Do you want to know what that felt like to her?" He stared at her. Hell, they both did. I briefly wondered if my sweet little niece also had an undisclosed bisexual streak in her. And now that I noticed, Chris was unsuccessfully trying to hide quite a bulge in his pants as well. And I'm sure it was there before I brought out the pic of Sarabeth. Hmmm...

I picked up my phone and said "Let's just ask her, shall we?" A quick glance at my watch told me it was about a quarter after nine. Really. Where had the time gone? I punched #1 on the speed dial and hit the button for the speakerphone. Nathan answered after the first ring.

"Hello, Master!"

"Hello, Nathan. Everyone behaving?"

"Of course, Master. We had a good time, but we all wished you were here. It's always so much better when you are here."

"I wish I was there too, sweet boy. Let everybody know I'm missing them and after we are done here go give everybody a kiss from me, okay?"

I could here him smile over the little speaker. "I'll deliver them myself, Master!"

"You are a good boy, Nathan. I'm here with my niece Belle and her husband Chris. We are on speaker phone. Is Sarabeth still awake? We need to talk to you and her both."

"She's just gotten out of the shower and she's brushing out her hair. You know how long that takes."




Seven Tails: Tail 05



I smiled. Just imagining Sarabeth kneeling on her bed brushing out that long beautiful blond hair that went all the way down to her tight firm fanny. It wasn't her most distinctive feature but it was way up on the list. The most beautiful thing about Sarabeth was Sarabeth herself.

It took a minute for what I had said to sink in. It was understandable. He'd had a busy night and was probably pretty worn out if I knew my pets and how they played.

"Speaker phone? Umm... I..."

"It's okay, Nathan. Belle and Chris know about me...us. Besides, you already called me 'Master' when you answered the phone, remember?" Nathan gasped. I could imagine him slapping himself in the head.

"Ma... I'm..."

"Like I said, Nathan, it's okay. Don't worry about it. I wouldn't have called this way if I had wanted to keep it a secret. Now pop yourself over into Sarabeths cage and put the phone on speaker so we can talk."

"Yes, Master." We could her the distinct pop of the cage door opening and then another. Slightly muffled voices. Nathan and Sarabeth. Then a click as he hit the button for the speaker phone. "Okay, we're here, Master."

"Hello, Master! Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Not so much." I said. "Not as much as I would have liked, anyway. But we're making progress." Belle and Chris looked a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Master. I hope it gets better soon. Are you still coming home tomorrow?"

"Yes, I believe so, love. I'm sitting here with my niece Belle and her husband Chris. Chris and Belle, these are my first and second ponies, Sarabeth and Nathan." There was a round of somewhat uncomfortable "Hello's" and "Nice to meet you's". I decided to cut around the social niceties and get down to the crux of this phone call.

"Sarabeth, dear. Are you dressed? Is Nathan dressed?"

"Why no, Master!"

"You are both naked?" I asked. "Why?"

After all these years Sarabeth was wise to me and my trick questions. She knew all of the answers.

"We are naked because you wish us to be, Master. Because it pleases you and we would do anything to please you."

"And you do please me so well, Sarabeth. You and Nathan both are my perfect little ponies and I could ask for no one better."

"Thank you, Master!" they chorused.

"Love, Belle and Chris have a stack of photos of you and all of my pets. A lot of them from the last gathering. Can you guess which picture we are looking at right now?"

There was a slight pause and I could almost hear Sarabeth blush on the other end of the phone. Finally, in a small voice she said "That one?"

"The very same, dear. It seems to be quite a hit."

"Oh god."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, love. You can't help it if you're beautiful. People like to look at beautiful things. I'm sure any day now they are going to ask for you to be in the Louvre."

Sarabeth snorted and suppressed a giggle. I could hear Nathan chuckle next to her. "Master, you are such a dork sometimes."

"Made you laugh though, didn't it?"

"Yes, Master. You did. You always know how." I found myself smiling easily for the first time since dinner. Chris and Belle were sitting a little more at ease as well. It made me wish I had brought Sarabeth with me. She was always so easy to get friendly with. Ah, well.

"Okay kids, here's the deal. I'm just going to spell it out and hope I don't embarrass anybody too much." I glanced up at the other two sitting together on the couch. "My niece and her new husband have discovered that they have an... interest ...in the dominance and submission lifestyle. But they are a little hesitant about how to proceed and wondering if it's really for them." I glanced up at them again, seeing just a hint of color in their cheeks. After all, I was describing their sex life to a relative stranger. I decided to press on.

"You should see them. They are both young and pretty and athletic and if it weren't for... Well, several factors... They would both have made excellent ponies. I'd have been proud to have them in my stables." My niece and her husband blushed a little more.

I thought for a moment and said "Nathan, I'm glad you are there. I'll need your input in a moment. Sarabeth, as I said, we are looking at that picture of you with that wonderful expression on your face after we won the sulky race. The one that everyone loves so much." I looked up again at Chris and Belle and said "You should see the video, by the way. It's hotter than hell." I heard a little squeak erupt from the speaker.

"Sarabeth, can you tell them how you felt when that picture was taken?"

There was a slight pause and she said "I'll try, Master. If you want me to. But some of it is hard to put into words."

"Just do your best, love."

"Okay. Well, first of all you have to go back to before the race even started. If you look at the picture you will see what I was wearing. Tennis shoes, a harness and a tail. Nothing else. I'm practically naked. If he hasn't told you yet, Masters tail is attached to a plug inserted in my bottom. So the first thing I do when I get ready for a competition is put that in. It aches a little going in, but then I get that full feeling like Master is there with me...inside me...the whole time." I could hear Belle and Chris' breathing change just a little and I smiled.

"Then I put on the harness which snugs the tail up deeper inside me and covers practically nothing else. Except for the strap that runs through my crotch I am for all intents and purposes completely naked. Then I walk outside in front of the crowd. There were what? Hundreds of people in the stands? Almost all of them complete strangers. All of them looking at me, staring at my breasts and seeing that tail poking out of my bottom. I can feel their eyes on me every time. Like heat." She made a little groan in the back of her throat and I was envisioning her little nipples getting hard as she spoke.

"I know that they want me. They want my body and it makes me feel good and sexy and beautiful. But at the same time I am thinking 'I know that you want me, but I belong to Master. I am His and I always will be. I will belong to nobody else.' And then my focus goes from them to Master. I know how he loves to look at me with my harness and tail. And I know how much he loves me and how hard he works every day to get us where we are."

"And I love him. I love Master more than anything in the whole world and I would do anything I could to make him happy. Watching me dance makes him happy. Riding behind me on the cart watching me run like the wind makes him happy. So I dance and I run only for Master. All of those other people in the stands, they don't matter. They might as well not even be there. Because I only perform for my Master and no others." She stopped and took a breath.

"I know watching me perform makes him happy. And if making him happy means dancing naked in front of hundreds of strangers, then that's what I will do. And if it means dancing for nobody but my Master alone, I will do that too."

Sarabeth paused again and asked "Miss Belle, when you address my M...your uncle, what do you call him?"

Startled, Belle replied "I call him Uncle Alex."

"Do you think your uncle is handsome?"

Belle looked at me for a moment with the corner of her lip twisted and I could almost hear some smart ass remark coming out of her mouth. Then she said "I guess he's not too hard to look at. Generally, anyway." I rolled my eyes.

Sarabeth said "I would not wish to seem that I am disagreeing with you, Miss Belle..." Belle cut her off in mid sentence and interjected "You don't have to be so polite, Sarabeth. Please feel free to say what you mean. I won't be offended."

"Very well then. I think your uncle, my Master, is the most beautiful man I have ever met. Just seeing him turns me on and performing for him turns me on even more. It's true that he's no Brad Pitt or Matt Damon." I rolled my eyes a little at that. "But on the inside he is the most beautiful loving man in the world. I would gladly, happily, willingly walk or run or dance naked in front of a crowd of strangers to please him. I would walk through fire to see him smile. In the past five years with him I have done many things that I have never done before. Many of those things scared me or made me nervous because they were new. But I did them because he loves me and I love him and I would do anything to make my Master happy."

She paused again then said "Is that what you were looking for, Master?"

I smiled at the open mouths and slightly glazed looks on Chris and Belle's faces. "I think that was just perfect, Sarabeth. Judging from the looks on their faces, I think you got your point across."

"Thank you, Master. Can I just add one more thing?"

"Certainly, love."

"When I was a little girl I used to dream about finding my one true love and living happily ever after with him, just like in the fairy tales. I have found my Prince Charming and for awhile it was just him and I and I was deliriously happy. But now I have to share my Master with five other ponies. I was a little jealous at first. I resented the time that he spent with them and not with me. That was a very hard thing."

"But then I slowly came to realize that having six ponies made Master six times happier. And that I wasn't losing time with him as much as I was gaining time with others just like me. We weren't taking away from each other, we were giving to each other! So now I have five brothers and sisters...even though that may sound a little weird. Where I was all alone before now I have a big loving family and we all work hard to make each other, as well as Master, happy."

"Was that okay?"

"That was excellent, dear. Thank you. Nathan?"

"Yes, Master?"

"A moment while I give them some background on you, then I'll ask for your input. I'll try not to keep you too much longer. I know you have had a busy night."

"No problem, Master. Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere." In the background we could hear him suppressing a yawn.

Looking up at Belle and Chris I said "Of all of my pets, Nathan was my biggest challenge. He's very strong, both physically and emotionally. And very proud. Of course, he has every right to be. Even though life dealt him a bad hand, he managed to pull himself up and be successful where others would have just fallen to the bottom and stayed there. Nathan is extremely intelligent and motivated and could have been anything he wanted to be."

I pointed at Chris and said "And like you, he was stuck in that 'Alpha Male' role. Society said that the big dogs, the successful men, the movers and shakers, were dominant so that was what he thought he should be. The first time I met him he was in a BDSM chatroom touting himself as a Dom. He even had a D/s relationship with his girlfriend at the time and was wondering why it wasn't working out the way he thought it should."

"It was, of course, because at heart Nathan was submissive. But he refused to acknowledge that part of his make up. In his eyes, submissives, especially submissive men, were weak. Up to the point that I met him and changed his views he had no idea what strength it took to surrender your will to another person."

"Training Nathan took me weeks of hard work to make him submit to me. Oh, he got into the whole 'pony' thing easily enough, once he realized how cool the whole thing was. It was like one of the role playing games he participated in online. He became my fierce warrior pony, strong and relentless, like Conan with hooves."

"But when it came to submitting himself to me, giving me his body, he fought me tooth and nail. To him, being taken by another man was infinitely worse than submitting to a woman. That meant you were a 'fag' and a 'sissy boy'. Nathan had always prided himself on being the alpha hunter. And in his mind being taken by another man meant you were no longer the hunter, you were prey. And he had a hard time accepting that. If you could have asked him at the time, he would have sworn up and down that he would rather die than submit sexually to another man."

"Even though he was doing pretty well for his young age, considering his circumstances, Nathan was a confused and conflicted young man. He was pretty much a loner and was very often quick to anger and sullenness and fits of temper. But if you could see him now... Nathan is very calm and very happy and even tempered. He and Sarabeth are the cornerstones that my world is built upon. I can rely on either of them for anything any time. And when it comes to affection, Nathan is the sweetest most loving and giving partner you could ever want."

"Master, you are making me blush."

"Was any of that untrue?"

"No." Nathan replied. "As usual, it was pretty accurate. You always knew how to read me, Master."

"When I first suggested that you might actually be a sub at heart, what did you do?"

"I got mad and threw a temper tantrum." He admitted. "Then I wouldn't talk to you for like a month."

"But I got you thinking, didn't I? And it steered you in the right direction. Especially after Sarabeth and I came to visit you."

"You did that, Master. Sure, I got good and mad about that little game for awhile, but I got over it pretty quick." His voice faded a little as he turned towards the blond sitting next to him and he added "Sarabeth made sure I got over being mad." There was a little rustling noise and we heard a little peck over the tinny speaker. A quick kiss. Then Sarabeth said "It was for your own good, Nathan. It was what you wanted even if you didn't know it. And, more important, it was what Master wanted so I had to help him. Are you still mad at me?"

Nathan murmured "Oh, no." then his voice faded and there was some more rustling. I'm sure that kiss would have gone on to other things if I hadn't interrupted.

"All right, you two. Break it up!" There was a gasp, like they had forgotten momentarily that I was there. Then they both chorused "Sorry, Master!" 

"Play time is over. Remember that."

"Yes, Master."

"Sorry, Master!" I glanced up at Chris and Belle and gave a little shrug that said "What can you do?" They both smiled.

"Nathan." I directed my voice back at the cell phone. "Not long after you became mine we had a conversation. You told me that maybe I was right and that you might be a 'little submissive in your heart'. Your words. You hinted that being owned might be exactly what you were seeking after all. It was the first step you had ever really taken in that direction. The first time you admitted it aloud."

"How did you feel after you said that?"

"Free, Master. Absolutely free."

"Can you expand on that?"

"Well, I can try. Like the question you asked Sarabeth, it's a little difficult to put into words, but I'll give it a shot. And I have to go back to the beginning and give a little history to make it come out right."

"When I was a kid living in the orphanage run by the nuns, you can imagine that there wasn't too many chances to explore or discuss sexuality. And certainly not with an adult. They frowned on that sort of discussion there. But amongst the kids, especially the guys, we talked about it a lot in secret. The older guys were always finding and smuggling in girlie magazines to look at. When they got caught the nuns would punish them severely for that 'sin'. But until they were caught, those magazines would make the rounds and we would all get a peek."

"The first time I saw a picture of a naked woman tied up in a bondage scene it got me so hot I almost creamed my pants right then and there. I didn't understand why it excited me so much, but I knew right than and there that was what I wanted."

"Of course what I thought I wanted was a woman who would allow me to tie her up and have sex with her. I wasn't into rape. The thought of taking someone by force did nothing for me. What I thought I wanted was a willing submissive partner who was into bondage."

"When I got together with Marie and I talked her into letting me tie her up for the first time I thought 'This is it! My dream! This is what I wanted all along!' And, for awhile, it was. We had fun exploring new things and new positions and got into playing the roles online and the whole 'Master/sub' thing."

"But after awhile I started to realize that Marie wasn't really into it as much as I was. She was just letting me do it because that was what I wanted to do and she was using it just to keep me interested in her. But it wasn't really what she wanted deep in her heart. Marie was more interested in a 'normal' life. She wanted a normal husband with a normal job and normal sex and a normal house and some normal kids."

"That was when we started fighting all the time. I had very little interest in being normal. And things between us started falling apart. I couldn't understand it. I thought I loved her and was doing things that would make her happy trying to save our relationship. But the closer we got to 'normal', that word again, the less I was interested in her."

"Then I started talking to you online, Master. And you started questioning whether or not being Dom was what I was really looking for. I was obviously intrigued with the fetish lifestyle but if being Dom wasn't working out, why not try it from the other side?"

"But you rejected that idea, pretty much out of hand."

"Yes, Master. I did. I couldn't give up that whole Alpha Male thing, as you said. I though that submitting myself to another, especially another man, would make me less of a man."

"Do you still feel that way?"

"Hell no! I'm twice the man I was back then. And the shape I'm in right now? I could be an Olympic athlete. There is only one man in this entire world that I would bow my head and submit to. And that is you, Master."

"One last question, Nathan. Then I'll let you deliver my goodnight kisses and you all can get some rest."

"Okay."

"What would you do to make me happy?"

There was a brief moment of silence. Then Nathan said "I... I would do anything you asked of me, Master. Anything at all. Because I love you and I am yours."

"I love you too, pony boy. And I love that you are mine. Go get some sleep."

"Good night, Master." And I hung up the phone.

When I looked up at Belle and Chris again I almost laughed. They were both so obviously turned on. The signs were unmistakable. Dilated pupils, a fine sheen of sweat on the brow, erect nipples (and other things), slight contractions in their hips and thighs. It would have just taken a slight poke to have them humping each other right there on the couch. Even if I was still sitting there and watching.

That thought gave me a twinge of guilt and made me feel like a dirty old man. Belle was my favorite niece and I had known her all of her life. In my minds eye I could still see her as a little stick figure of a girl sitting demurely among her dollies and sipping imaginary tea from a plastic teacup, teddy bears and other dolls arrayed in tiny chairs around her table.

I'd always known that she was going to grow up and become a woman. Hell, I'd known about her sex life for years. I wonder if Raymond felt as old as I did right now, seeing his little girl all grown up? Before I could stop it, a deep sigh escaped from my lungs.

"Is something wrong, Uncle Alex?"

"No. Sorry, love. Just reminiscing." I stirred myself out of my reverie. "Just a couple of questions, then I will let you two alone for the evening. It looks like you could use some time together." I grinned and they both blushed.

"Since you two have been on this voyage of discovery about your dominant and submissive issues, have you acted on it? Done any role playing or tried any bondage or any sort of discipline?" Chris flushed a deep red again and looked down at the floor. I leaned closer and pushed that picture of me leading my naked pony boys on their leashes closer to him.




Seven Tails: Tail 06



(Ash and introducing Kitten)

One

It had been a typical morning on the farm. Up for training in the arena, all of my ponies getting a good workout around the track and in the weight room. A long hot shower and a fun creative little nap with Sarabeth afterward that left me feeling mellow and content. I'd left her asleep in my bed and gone on into my office to catch up on some paperwork

I'd been in there maybe an hour when my email server chirped and informed me that I had a new message waiting. That in itself wasn't unusual. I got dozens of emails every day. But when I saw that the return address was from the security company in Australia that I had hired through Sergei, I smiled widely and opened the email right away.

Perfect. My package would be delivered tomorrow morning.

This was going to be a challenge like I hadn't had in a few years now. My last couple of acquisitions had been "legit", one bought from the pony auction and the other a gift from my friend Sergei. Even though that took nothing away from my joy at owning them, I sort of missed the hunt and the capture and the reconditioning of a reluctant novice pony.

Sure. I know. I've been tagged as slightly psychotic. I get that. In a way I can see it. But there's no man on earth who loves his stock more than I do. There is no master or owner anywhere who works harder at making sure his ponies are happy and well cared for. That is why my ponies are all champions in their own rights. Because no matter how I took them, whether it was initially willingly or unwillingly, my ponies all love me and love being mine. And I have trained into them a love of competition that surpasses anybody else's training regime.

I see myself as more of a "loving psychopath." I think that sums it up nicely.

But I digress.

Even though I didn't share the news with my ponies, my exuberant mood was somewhat infectious and we all ended up having a very good day. We took a ride on down to our favorite picnic spot for lunch and it wasn't very long before every single one of us was completely naked and having a very good time. As a matter of fact, it was good two hours after we got there that I woke up and remembered that we hadn't even had lunch yet.

And untangling six sets of pony harness hastily removed and tossed in a pile was an amusing but difficult chore.

In short, it was a very good day.

The next morning I awoke before the crack of dawn as was my usual and headed for the office. I'd awakened a still sleep warm and groggy David and before his eyes were even completely open I had him hard with his wrists tied to the headboard and his knees pushed up to his chest as I drove my prick into his tight ass over and over again. That was the fourth or fifth time I had taken him in the last six hours and the poor lad was exhausted and sore by the time I untied him and sent him into the bathroom to clean up. When I finally left for my office a couple of hours ago, he was curled up under the covers and asleep once again.

I'd have to remind myself to give him a few days rest. But knowing what was coming, I don't think that was going to be too difficult.

The email I had gotten the previous morning had included a tracking code that allowed me to log in to a secure server and view the progress of my delivery via GPS. Part of the reason I had been so hard on David was that I tried to distract myself from checking the progress every five minutes.

Australia to Hawaii.

Hawaii to Los Angeles.

Los Angeles to Bay City.

And now it was just a little over an hour away. I shivered slightly with anticipation.

As both David and all of my other ponies had a chance for a few more hours of sleep, I roused them all and had everybody assemble at the house for breakfast. I knew that there was no chance of getting any training done today so I thought we might as well have a good breakfast first.

The truck backed into the open stable doors easily and pulled a few feet inside the door. The two men who loaded the covered crate onto the lift and lowered it to the floor looked more than competent. The younger one looked like a pro football player and never spoke a word. The older one was in his fifties and looked like a retired SAS man. He was crisp and precise in his movements, hiding any facial expression behind a large handlebar mustache. After they unloaded the crate, he handed me a clipboard. Apparently I was signing for a case of computer components. While I was looking over the bill of lading, the silent younger man was offloading a small pile of suitcases and bags, which he piled behind the crate. Piled amidst the luggage was a wooden box about two feet square and about a foot tall with a rounded lid, like a small steamer trunk or a cedar chest.

Lifting one corner of the tarp, I glanced inside then dropped it again with a small smile in the corner of my mouth.

"Any problems?"

"None to speak of, Sir." the older one spoke for the very first time. "It was an..... interesting assignment, Sir." His thick Australian accent colored everything he said. He glanced at the crate. "I'll admit that was something I've never really done before. Not like this anyway. And if I might be so bold, Sir...." He tipped a wink at me and the crate. "I can imagine you are going to have your hands full with that one."

"I'm looking forward to the challenge." I said. After I scrawled my signature at the bottom of the form, I reached in my inner jacket pocket and handed the older man a thick envelope. "Buy yourself some lunch. You and your men deserve it. And be sure that if I ever need your assistance again, I won't hesitate to call." The older man slid the envelope in his pocket without even looking and snapped off a crisp salute.

With the size of the tip I had just slipped him, the man could have bought an upscale restaurant almost anywhere in the world.

As the truck drove away, I leaned against the crate and tapped my fingers thoughtfully on the top. Small muffled moans came from inside the crate. Pressing the buttons on my remote, I opened all of the curtains around all of the cages and let my ponies out to take a look. They'd all sat quietly in their cages until we were alone and had earned a small reward anyway.

"Gather 'round, all of you." I said. Dressed only in their collars and running shoes, my ponies made a semi-circle around one side of the crate and looked at me wonderingly.

Of course Gael was the first one to speak up. "Did you buy us a new toy, Master?" I smiled.

"In a way, little flame. Let me tell you a story. Almost three years ago a young lady contacted me about becoming a pony. She had found one of my fiction stories on the internet and was fascinated by the idea of being a pony girl. Or so she thought, anyway. The girl was very young. Too young to be a pony. So I convinced her to wait until she was older. Old enough." I tapped the crate again for emphasis. I saw Nathan and Sarabeths eyes widen as they began to understand.

"Master, have you...?" Nathan started to speak but I raised my hand and he subsided.

"Let me finish, boy. Then it will all be clear. The girl was too young, as I said. But she still insisted that she wanted to be a pony girl. To be my pony girl, to be specific. Nothing else would suit her. So.... We entered into a contract. Online only. I gave her insights into the pony world and into the strange world between men and women. In return, she would keep herself untouched by anybody, man or woman, and train her mind and her body into the shape I demanded of a potential pony."

"Untouched?" Wendy asked. "You mean she was a virgin, Master? Like I was?" I smiled at the little doe-eyed pony.

"Yes, love. Exactly like you were when Sergei presented you to me. A virgin. When I first met her, she had never even been kissed. Of course that has changed in the intervening years. She's been kissed many times. But because her yearning to be a pony was so strong, she kept herself for me until she was old enough."

I tapped the crate again and some more muffled sounds came from inside it.

"One month before the girl turned nineteen, I sent her a message and asked her if she was ready to come here and be my pony. She said she was, but wanted the month free and a gift from me to spend her last free days out in the world. Do a little traveling. Spend some time on the beach in Australia. I agreed and said that as long as she kept herself in the agreed on condition, I had no problem granting her request. It was, after all, only fair."

"So I sent her a bank draft for ten thousand dollars for traveling money and gave her a month of freedom. I also sent along a first-class airline ticket for when her time was up. That month was up two weeks ago. Two days after her month was up, I got an email." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded slip of paper, spreading it out on top of the crate.

"It says 'Sir- I want to be your pony, but I can't just come give myself to you. I just can't. If you want me, you will have to come take me. -ash.' "

Six sets of eyebrows went up. I smiled. "Naturally, I couldn't take the time away from all of you to go traipsing all over Australia looking for her. Well, not all over as I knew where she was all of the time. I had a man there keeping an eye on my potential pony girl, just in case she got into any trouble out on her own. She looks smashing in a bikini, by the way."

"So, I called on a few contacts I had and arranged for a pick-up. Those men found her and convinced her that they were working for me and that it was time she began her training. After a small bit of 'unpleasantness' and a long plane ride, here is our newest pony."

I swept the tarp off of the crate and all of my ponies gathered in close to look. The front of the crate was made from thick Plexiglas and the interior was padded all the way around in sound muffling foam padding. The top of the crate was several inches thick to allow for the air holes to be baffled so that very little sound was able to come from inside yet allow plenty of air.

The girl sat on the floor of the crate, trying her best to look defiant and strong but those wide hazel eyes betrayed a hint of fear and they were a bit puffy, as if she had been crying recently. Her dark brown hair looked a bit disheveled and she was trying her best to cover her body with a pair of long slim nicely tanned legs. There was a pair of shackles around her ankles and wrists, and the ones on her wrists were connected to a chain that wrapped around her waist. We could all immediately see that all she was wearing was a thin white t-shirt with no bra underneath it and a pair of bikini bottoms. Somewhat desperately, those eyes darted from face to face as we all gathered around to look. She looked a bit appalled when everybody she saw was naked and when her eyes fastened on me, I saw her cheeks color and she looked down at the floor.

Apparently the men who picked her up never afforded her the opportunity to dress after her capture.

They did however, give her a bottle of water and a sandwich, from the scraps left on the floor of the crate.

As I was about to open my mouth to introduce her to everybody, Sarabeth stamped her foot angrily and said "Master!"

I looked at her and started to open my mouth again and she pointed and said "You need to get that poor girl out of that horrible box right now!" I held up my hands.

"Of course, Sarabeth. I'm sure she's in desperate need of a bathroom right about now anyway. Nathan. Daniel. Help me with this." The man had slipped me a set of keys along with the clipboard and I quickly undid the four padlocks securing the top of the crate and we lifted it and set it aside. To our surprise, Sarabeth, Gael and Wendy all stepped forward and elbowed us aside, reaching in the crate to help the new girl to her feet and out of the crate.

Everybody's eyes got a little wide as she stood up with the girls help. Ash was a head taller than any of my other stock, almost as tall as I was. And even though she had been cramped up in a crate for eighteen hours, it was immediately obvious that this was a very athletic girl. Aside from being startlingly pretty, we could all see the well muscled tanned legs and the strength in those slim arms.

The girls all stopped for just an eye blink and looked up at her. Nathan whistled softly and said "Wow." Then the moment passed and my pony girls helped her step out of the crate and steadied her.

Sarabeth said "Come along, you poor thing." and they all ushered her into Sarabeths cage and back to the bathroom. As they passed, Gael held out her hand and I gave her the keys to the restraints.

A soft hand landed on my shoulder from behind and Nathan slipped his other arm around my waist.

"It seems you have the girls slightly upset, Master." I patted his hand.

"They will get over it soon enough, lad. Most of that is just a show for the new girl. Let her know that there's nothing to be afraid of. Get her over the initial shock of being taken and owned. They will make sure that she knows she will be protected and loved here. Sarabeth knows what she is doing."

"I hope you're right, Master." David came up alongside. "I wouldn't want all of them pissed off at me."

Gael came marching out with a handful of metal restraints and keys and dropped the pile into my hands. As she did, she looked up and gave me a small wink and a smile and stood on tiptoes for a quick kiss.

When I heard the shower running, I closed and locked the cage door and the boys and I set about moving the crate back into storage, along with the girls luggage. The crate was ingeniously built and I decided to keep it, just in case such a thing was needed in the future.

You just never knew, sometimes.

"Master?" Daniel asked as we walked back into the stables. "Where is the new girl going to live, Sir? And what is her name?"

"Her name is Ashleigh, Daniel. But she prefers to go by just Ash. And for the moment, I think she is going to be bunking with Sarabeth. Or at least in her cage. I may move Sarabeth into the house with me for the time being, I'm not sure." All three of the boys looked a little jealous at that statement. I just smiled and put my hands on my hips as I surveyed the stables.

"When I first started getting into the pony world, I thought that I might put a dozen cages in here. Six down each side. So when I remodeled the building I put in plumbing and electrical hookups all the way down each wall. Luckily I realized that I was being too ambitious and restricted myself to three on each side. You six have been more than enough for me. I couldn't have hoped for six more perfect ponies." They all smiled and stood a little taller.

"Actually, I fully expected that Ash would change her mind sometime in the last three years. Fall in love with some handsome lad and end up getting married or something. Or get scared and run away. Up to the point that she sent me that last email, she could have." I frowned slightly.

"But once she spent my money and then sent me that challenge, her fate was sealed. The money wasn't the issue. I would have shrugged that off as a loss and a lesson learned. But the challenge...."

"If you want me, you will have to come take me."

"I just couldn't let that go unanswered. Even if I couldn't be in the capture myself, I knew that she had to be my pony. One way or another."

I shrugged again and smiled widely. "Even if I couldn't be there myself, it was worth it. The challenge and the chase."

"So!" I said, dusting off my hands. "For the next couple of days you lads are going to have a special job to do. With my supervision, of course. We are going to be assembling two more cages. The parts are all prefabricated and go together pretty easily. The only thing difficult is getting everything to fit right before bolting it together."

"Two more cages, Master? Why two?" Nathan looked confused.

"Because I like symmetry, boy. And you just never know..."

Two



By the time we all walked back to Sarabeths cage, the new girl was clean and dressed in a pair of sweats and sitting on the side of the bed. Wendy was holding her hand and talking to her in a low voice. Gael was on the other side and Sarabeth was kneeling in front of her, holding her other hand.

I popped the cage door and Sarabeth jumped up and came striding over, demanding "Master! What were you thinking?" I just raised an eyebrow. She continued "That poor girl has been in that box for over eighteen hours! And seven or eight time zones. She's exhausted and frightened half out of her mind."

I just stopped there and looked at her for a moment, my eyes flat and devoid of emotion. The moment lasted just long enough that I could see the indignant anger in her eyes begin to waver.

Without speaking, I stepped back and pointed to the floor at my feet. The blonde gave a little gasp and then quickly came and knelt at my feet, her eyes down. The rest of the girls stayed in the cage, eyes wide, like a frozen tableaux.

After leaving her kneeling there for just a moment I said "Sarabeth, look at me." The wide blue eyes looked up into mine, somewhat hesitantly. She knew that she had come close to outright rebellion. One hand went under her chin to keep her looking up.

"Love, have I ever done anything to endanger a pony in any way? Physically or emotionally?"

"N-no, Master. But...." I held up my other hand and she subsided.

"This girl made a promise to be mine. A contract. And then backed out of it and dared me to come take her. And that is exactly what I did, even though I didn't go there myself. Even if I had gone myself, she would still have had an eighteen hour plane ride and be several time zones from home in a strange place owned by a strange man. So nothing would be any different. Do you agree?"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

"You are a good girl, Sarabeth. And I couldn't live without you. Come up here." I pulled her to her feet and into my arms and kissed her warmly. Then turned her around and slapped her sharply on the bottom with the palm of my hand, leaving a pink hand print on that fine pale skin. She jumped and gasped at the impact.

"That is a down payment, love. For assuming that your Master is an unfeeling clod. The rest will be collected later." She colored nicely and murmured "Yes, Master.", rubbing her smarting bottom. I snapped my fingers and said "Wendy! Gael! Come out here now, girls." They both jumped up and came out of the cage and I closed the door securely. Ash sat on the bed, her arms hugged around her middle, eyes wide.

"Ash, as you may have guessed, I am Max Rambeaux. Your new Master. And you are now mine, girl. You have already met Sarabeth and Wendy and Gael. This is Nathan and Daniel and David. They are also my ponies. They are my ponies, my bed partners, playmates, companions, servants and friends. They are my whole life, dear. And now you are part of that."

"You and I spent three years coming to this point. In that time you have been training yourself as much as you could. But now your real training will begin. In the morning I will come and visit you and we will see where your heart lies."

I stepped forward and pointed to the front of the cage, just inside the door. "Come here, Ash."

Eyes wide, the girl came to her feet and tottered towards the front of the cage. I could see that she was barely conscious and dead on her feet.

"Kneel for me, pony girl."

"Y-yes, M-master" she said, speaking for the first time. It was just two words but they were enough. And that thick Australian accent made her sound exotic, which she definitely was. As she went to her knees, all of the energy left her and she toppled sideways to the floor in a dead faint. There were gasps and everybody tried to rush forward, but I held up my hand and entered the cage alone. After checking and making sure that she just fainted, I lifted her into bed and covered her up with a blanket and let her sleep.




Seven Tails: Tail 06



My newest pony slept for twelve hours straight. She woke up to go to the bathroom and I sent Sarabeth in to feed her some soup and crackers and talk to her until she fell asleep again. The combination of the fear and apprehension and being locked in that box for so long had taken it's toll, but she was slowly coming around.

In the meantime, I had entertained myself in various ways. I'd taken both Sarabeth and Wendy back for my afternoon nap time. After receiving the rest of the spanking I had promised her, Sarabeth stood in the corner with her hands behind her head and her bright red bottom showing while she eased her hips back and forth, trying to ease the sting. 

For it being her very first punishment spanking ever, my pony girl took it well. But I didn't stop until she cried and begged me to and apologized.

While I admired the view of her burning bottom, the little brunette lay with her head in my lap and slowly sucked my cock in and out of that warm mouth and got me hard, which didn't take long at all. While her head bobbed in my lap, I slipped a hand between her thighs and slowly stroked her wet little slit, making her moan lightly around that mouthful of cock.

When I was ready, I had her climb on top of me facing my feet and work my stiff prick slowly up into her tight little ass. As her bottom cheeks settled on my crotch, I had her lay back against me, groaning.

"Sarabeth."

"Yes, Master?"

"Do you think your punishment is over, love?"

"Oooohhh, I hope so, Master. My bottom hurts and I really want to be in bed with you right now. Please, Master? Can I come play, too?"

"On one condition, Sarabeth. Only if you promise to make Wendy come at least twice with that talented mouth of yours. Do you think you can do that?" Wendy groaned again and writhed against my cock impaling her ass. Sarabeth turned and licked her lips hungrily.

"I can do that, Master. I have no doubt about that at all."

"Then come join us, pony girl."

"Thank you, Master!" The blonde practically raced to the bed and climbed on top of us, kissing me first and then the girl on top of me. She licked her way down, teeth nipping at her little hard nipples and kissed her way down Wendys stomach until she settled in between the girls thighs and buried her face in Wendys pussy, that tongue working its magic.

I held still and thoroughly enjoyed Wendy writhing atop of my body and her tight little hole squeezing my prick while Sarabeth eagerly devoured her pussy. It only took a few moments of those talented lips to bring Wendy to her first orgasm and when she came it took almost all of my willpower to keep from filling her ass with my come. But when the second one came so unexpectedly after the first, I couldn't hold back any longer. The girl started lifting her body up, pressing into Sarabeths mouth. I had to put my hands on her hips to stay inside of her. Wendy bucked hard two or three times in rapid succession and then froze up and screamed in ecstasy, her sphincter clamped down on my prick so hard it was almost painful and that pushed me over the edge and I came hard, shooting my come into her wiggling bottom. She was so wound up that she came again feeling me shoot inside of her and one more small one when my prick slipped back out of her ass.

We called it a victory.

After a short rest and a clean up, the girls ended up switching places in a way. I reclined against the pillows and my blonde beauty lay on her tummy with her head resting against my belly. Wendy lay on her side between Sarabeths thighs and tended to her poor pink bottom. She rubbed it softly with her gentle little fingers and used her lips and tongue on her skin, leaving little trails of saliva and blowing on them, cooling off the heat from her spanking.

At a nod and a gesture from me, Wendy slipped one hand underneath and slowly started playing with the blonde girls pussy, making Sarabeth groan and move her hips at the touch.

"Master?" Sarabeth raised her eyes and looked up at me. Her other hand went down and slowly stroked the little brunettes arm.

"Yes, love?"

"I know you have your reasons for doing everything. But why didn't you tell us about Ash before she arrived?" I smiled and shook my head.

"I wasn't sure she would ever get here, Sarabeth. She is a very strong minded girl. I was willing to bet that once the time was up I was never going to hear from her again. I didn't want to get anybody's hopes up prematurely. And then when I got the news that she had been found and that she went with them willingly, I just decided to let it play out and see what happened."

"So she did go with them willingly? Mmmmm....." Sarabeth swirled her hips and panted just a little as Wendy ran her tongue up between her ass cheeks. And I could see her arm moving a little faster underneath Sarabeths body.

My fingers ran through that thick beautiful blonde hair and my other hand stroked the smooth skin of her back.

"Amazingly enough she did. I gave them very explicit instructions. If she were to resist or try to run away, to offer no resistance. But to let her know that they were there on my behalf to get her. She let them put the shackles on her and she climbed into that crate all by herself. Even if she did..." I chuckled "curse at them for about half an hour solid. Apparently she didn't much care for the thought of being locked in a crate."

I shrugged and patted the top of her head. "If she had come when I told her to, she would have flown here first class and a limo would have picked her up at the airport."

But I never got a response to that as Sarabeth wrapped her arms around my waist and humped her ass up into the air. Wendy had her face buried between her ass cheeks from behind and I could hear little wet sounds as her tongue and fingers drove Sarabeth closer and closer to the edge.

A pink flush spread all over that fine pale skin as she panted and shivered and writhed harder and harder until she finally made a small scream into my chest and came, those arms tightening around my waist.

It was a good nap.



Three



My newest acquisition was angry. About many things, it seemed. Being kept in a cage. Her clothes were gone. Her luggage was gone. She wanted to send an email. She didn't care for the food.

The girl had issues and she wanted to make very sure that I knew about all of them in great detail. I sat and listened, an amused smile on my face which seemed to inflame her even further, until she ran down again. In the course of our relationship, I had talked to her on the phone several times so that she knew my voice and I knew hers. She had a sweet voice and that accent made her seem exotic.

Slightly less exotic when she was using language like that, but still. That was something I was going to have to break her of quickly.

Most of it was bravado and fear, of course. Ash was frightened. I understood that. Even though we had discussed it for three years now, it was finally a reality. The girl had never been in this sort of situation before. She was the daughter of a fairly rich man back in Australia and while she wasn't actually spoiled, she was used to getting her way. He sent her to private schools and bought her almost everything she fancied.

And now she was locked in a cage and had nothing. Even the sweats she was wearing belonged to Sarabeth. The t-shirt and bikini bottoms she had arrived in had disappeared while she slept.

Not surprisingly, she was pissed about that, too.

Finally she ran out of breath and sat down on the edge of the bed, arms crossed across her middle, glaring at me. I'd sent the others out to the arena for a workout and a combination arena/house cleaning run. I wanted them to be gone for awhile to get the first bit of unpleasantness out of the way.

This was going to be tricky. She was going to be a difficult nut to crack. Not only was she quite headstrong, but I had a feeling that some of my usual tricks weren't going to work.

And I was pretty sure if I used the whip on her like I had Nathan, Daniel and Gael when I had first taken them, I would be facing outright rebellion from Sarabeth.

Fine.

Moving suddenly, I leapt up from my chair, my leg striking it so that it flew across the room with a clatter. The girls eyes went to the chair and she didn't see when I snatched open the cage door and stepped inside. To her it seemed as if I had just materialized inside the cage only feet away. Those hazel eyes went wide and she gasped and shied away.

"Look at me, child." I kept my voice soft and even.

She glanced up at me and then looked back down at the floor.

I dropped my voice an octave and repeated slowly "Ash. Look. At. Me. Now." Her eyes were drawn to me like a magnet. Her face paled beneath her tan.

"Who am I, Ash?"

"M-max...." She said "Max Rambeaux."

"Master Max." I said.

"Master Max." She repeated and then blushed as she realized what she had just said. In her moment of confusion I stepped even closer and grasped her chin in my hand firmly. Her hands came up and clutched at my fingers but my grip was strong enough that she couldn't pry me away without hurting herself. I forced her chin up until she looked into my eyes again.

"I will tell you this, Ash. You are mine now. You are my pony from this day forward and for the rest of your life. You will never leave this place, Ash. Not without my permission. Do you understand that?"

Her lips parted but nothing came out but a small breath.

My grip shifted just a little and shook her lightly.

"I asked you a question, pony girl. Do you understand what I just said?"

"Yes!" She squeaked. "Yes I understand!"

"Yes, Master." I felt her jaw tighten in my grip and her lips compressed into a thin line and she shook her head as much as she could.

"Say 'Yes, Master.' Ash."

"I won't!"

I released her chin suddenly and walked halfway across the cage and leaned up against the bars with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Then why are you here?" Her eyes went wide in confusion.

"What?"

"Why are you here, you ignorant child? Why have you been speaking to me and training for me for the last three years? Why have you guarded your virginity? Why did you let those men put chains on you? Why did you climb inside that crate and let them lock you inside?"

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" I roared. She flinched back again. Her mouth came open and she stuttered. "I....I....I.....d-don't...." I paced back in front of her again in two quick strides. The girl shied back from me, trying to stay out of my reach but I was too quick for her. Once again my hand grabbed her chin and made her look at me. She squeaked and trembled at my touch and again her fingers tried to pull herself from my grip to no avail. It was a bit of a struggle not to leave bruises on her. The girl was strong.

I loomed over her, a frown on my face. A look of disappointment.

"Three years, Ashleigh. Three long years. You told me from the very first that you wanted to be an owned pony. That it was your dream. Not long after that you and I entered into a contract, girl. You would keep yourself for me and you would train for me. And I agreed that if you did all of these things, I would make you my pony."

"Do you remember that, pony girl?"

"Y-yes, Sir. I remember."

A look of extreme annoyance flickered across my face. I released her with a small push that almost sent her sprawling back on the mattress.

"You remember." I said, a touch of acid in my voice.

"Yet when I asked you why you were here all you could say was 'I don't know.' That's pitiful."

"I'm..... I'm.... S-sorry...Sir."

"Humph. You should be sorry, girl. We have spent an incredible amount of time and no little expense to make this happen. Can you see down there past Wendys cage?" I pointed to the pile of material that the lads and I had carried in from the storage this morning.

"In a couple of days that will be your new home, pony girl. Your cage. Where you will live out the rest of your or my life, whichever comes first. This ranch will be your entire world. Maybe if you behave yourself I will take you to a gathering and we will see if you have been trained enough to make a real pony girl out of you. You might get the chance to run in the steeplechase and see of all of your bragging about how fast you can run and how high you can jump is true or just a bunch of bullshit."

Her jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed. I could see the snotty remark coming to her lips and I snapped my fingers and pointed right between her eyes. "Do not open your mouth, pony girl." Startled, her jaws closed with a snap.

"As I said, that will be your new home, Ash. You are now an owned pony girl, whether you realize it or not. Whether you want to or not. Whether you thought it through or not. It's too late for regrets, pony girl. The time has passed. You can no longer change your mind. You are my pony forever. Once you get that through your mind, the better your life will be."

I walked over by the cage door and picked up the shackle at the end of the chain and dropped it on the floor in front of her.

"Put that around your ankle, Ash."

Her hand started to reach out and recoiled when she saw what it was.

"Put it around your ankle, Ash. If you don't I will put it on for you and I won't be gentle. You will wear the shackle in your cage for the rest of your life, pony girl. If you forget to put it on I will punish you." I leaned in towards her again.

"Put it on now, pony girl."

Hands shaking and eyes wide, she reached down and picked up the shackle and snapped it into place around her ankle. I smiled for the first time since I entered the cage.

"Good girl. You will quickly learn that obeying me is much better than defying me, pony girl. Your life can be good and easy and fun or it can be difficult and painful, girl. Only you can decide which you want."

"I want....." I raised an eyebrow. It was the first thing she had said in a measured tone of voice all morning.

"I want..... My treasure chest....." Her eyes flicked up to me and then back down at the floor. They stayed there for a heartbeat then looked up at me pleadingly. "I want my treasure chest, Sir. Please." She almost looked like she was going to burst into tears. It seemed that when she was upset, her accent got even stronger.

This looked like a step forward. Something that made her look past her fear and ask me for nicely. Bastard that I was, I would use it. Holding up one finger for her to wait, I stepped back out of the cage and retrieved my chair and brought it inside and sat down about ten feet from the bed. Crooking a finger, I beckoned and then pointed to a spot right in front of my feet.

"Come here, pony girl. Kneel down here and tell Master why I should give this to you."

Hesitantly, she rose from the bed and stepped forward. The shackle dragged on her ankle, making her hesitate again. There was a flickering of mixed emotions that crossed her face for just a second, then a look of resolve settled in. Ash walked over to where I sat and knelt down and looked up at me.

I held out one hand to her and she slipped her cool soft fingers into my palm. My fingers closed on hers gently, thumb stroking the back of her hand.

"Tell Master why this thing is so important to you, pony girl. I don't normally let my ponies keep any personal possessions. Rather I encourage them to get new things to reflect on their life here. But if this chest of yours is so important, then maybe you can show Master how much you want it. What is in this treasure chest of yours?"

Ashleigh looked at my hand and squeezed back just a little at my touch.

"It's...mementos, Master." I thrilled a little at her use of that word, but decided to let it go with nothing more than an extra squeeze on her hand.

"What kind of mementos, pony girl?" She sighed.

"All of the things that have been important to me, Sir. Picture albums of me and all of my mates and pets. The ashes of some of my past pets. Some pieces of tack that meant something. Locks of hair from my horses. A necklace that belonged to my great great great grandmother. A water polo ball. Some papers and other small things." She looked up at me pleadingly.

"Please, Master?"

There was a little flinch in her voice as she realized what she had just said, but then she repeated it and held my hand a little tighter.

"Please, Master? May I have my treasure chest? I'll...." her voice broke a little and her eyes went to the floor.

"I'll do anything you want."

Pulling on her hand I said "Come here, Ash." and held out my other arm. She came into my arms and I hugged her tight and patted her back. I could felt her tremble a bit and held her until she stopped, then released her and leaned back.

"I will make you a deal, little pony girl." I said. "For right now your treasure chest is safe and secure behind a locked door. Nothing will happen to it. This I promise. Okay?" She nodded.

"No matter what happens, I won't let anything happen to your chest, love. Unless the stables catch fire or something, it will be safe and secure. Plus, I have an excellent fire suppression system in here anyway. It will be safe."

"So.... Your new cage will be ready in two days, Ash. If nothing goes wrong. If.... When your cage is ready, you move in there without giving me any problems.... If you learn to present yourself to me like all of my other ponies do just once after stepping inside...."

"Then I will immediately go and get your treasure chest and let you keep it in your cage. And I promise that once you have it I will never threaten to take it away from you. It will be yours to keep forever."

"Do we have a deal, pony girl?" She smiled for the very first time this morning.

"Yes, Master."



Four



Three days. I always gave a new pet three days to get used to me and used to being owned by me before I stepped up into training seriously. Usually I spent those three days and more fighting them, teasing and punishing and rewarding them. Breaking their spirit just enough to make them submit to me.

But I always gave them that three days grace period.

That is not saying that I wasn't hard on the new girl. She seemed determined to fight me on every little detail.

I guess that I had gotten spoiled by obtaining Wendy and David so willingly. They were both so eager to please from the very first that I had forgotten what it was like to have an unwilling captive in my stables. It got my fire going just a little bit.

The very first stumbling block that we ran across was that she adamantly refused to be naked in the cage like all the rest of my stock. No amount of discussion or threats from me would sway her the slightest on this issue. Even though I made it quite clear that she was going to be naked before I left the stables, she still refused.

Smiling somewhat grimly, I went to the cabinet and secured a few items, tucking them in my back pockets and walked back to the front of her cage. The girl sat on the edge of the bed with an angry defiant look. I adopted a similar look and crossed my arms as I stared at her.

"Strip for Master, Ash. Do it now. I want to see you."

"No! I won't!"

"If you don't, I will come in and strip you myself, even if I have to cut them off of you."

"Just try it and see what happens!" She added a string of profanity that made me shake my head in disapproval. I reached in my front pocket and brought out the remote, holding it up for her to see it clearly.

"Perhaps it's time I gave you a little demonstration about some of the toys I have here, pony girl. This is Masters remote. Not only does it open the doors and control the shackles and the lights, it is also connected to that shackle around your ankle in a very different way." Pulling up the proper screen, I thumbed the #1 and she received a light tingle, making her jump.




Seven Tails: Tail 06



"That was number one, dear. It goes all the way up to ten. That won't kill you, but it would probably knock you unconscious. Here's a number four." I thumbed the button and she jumped and screamed, clutching her ankle in pain. Another stream of profanity came from her lips and I gave her another jolt.

"You will never speak to me again like that, pony girl. Do you understand me?" She called me a nasty name and I stepped the next one up to a five, listening to her scream and writhe in pain.

She panted and wept and stuttered "Y-you....m-mother...." I held up the remote and she shied back. "No! Please! Not again! I'm sorry!" She held up her hands in supplication. "I'm sorry!"

"I won't have a pony speaking to me like that, Ash. Not now and not ever. Hopefully that is one lesson learned. Now get up, girl. Get up now."

As she climbed shakily to her feet I popped the door and stepped into the cage and walked within a few feet of her.

"This is your last chance, pony girl. Strip for me and do it now."

"I.... I can't, please! I... I just c-can't...." She turned her head away for a blink then kicked the foot with the shackle around the ankle. "I couldn't do it anyway like this..."

Really. Even frightened and in shock from that punishment the girl was always thinking. Did she think me a fool or was it just a test? And where did she think she was going to go? Did she even have a clue where she was or was escape the only thing on her mind?

While all of my pets were highly intelligent, this one was going to be a challenge, no doubt.

Well all right then. I'd play along and see what happened. If she wanted to test me, then she might be in for a surprise. My thumb flicked over the remote and the shackle popped open and dropped to the floor.

Damn! She was fast. Like a ninja, she spun and ran for the cage door, just a blur of motion. It's lucky I was expecting it. And even luckier that I had kept up with my own training. I managed to dive and snag an ankle, bringing her down. Ash spun as she landed on her hands and aimed a kick at my head which I barely dodged. Even though she was faster then I was and incredibly strong for a girl her size, being a few inches taller, seventy five pounds heavier and better trained in the painful arts gave me the advantage. I kept my grip on her ankle and brought it around, forcing her to stay face down with a painful grip.

My other hand came up and grabbed the seat of her sweat pants. Ash tried to pull away and as she pulled the pants came down a bit and that made her try to decide between fighting and baring her ass to me, which made her hesitate for just a second. Have no doubt that I used that hesitation to my advantage. I used my grip on her ankle to pull her towards me across the floor with an eye on using my superior weight to hold her down.

What I didn't bring into my calculations was how limber the little minx was. She twisted her upper body and managed to rake me with her fingernails, just missing my left eye. Even though I pulled away, I felt my skin tear under her attack. A trickle of blood immediately flowed.

Dammit! Really? I was never going to live this down. I was probably going to end up with another scar, like the one Daniel had given me accidentally with that rock last year.

So much for my chances of winning the "Prettiest Dom/me of the year" award. Heh.

Even though I always tried to keep my temper, that managed to piss me off. With a growl I managed to grab her wrist as I pulled my body on top of her and twist it painfully up between her shoulder blades. The fact that she was one of my ponies and I didn't want to cause any damage kept me careful but I was still angry and wanting to get this over just as quickly as possible. She had to learn, and learn right now, that there was no way to escape and nowhere to go and no other choice but to submit to me.

Ash shrieked and squirmed beneath me. Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out a set of cuffs and snapped it around her wrist tightly. The other hand was reaching back trying to claw me through my jeans and getting no purchase. After a brief struggle I managed to get hold of it and lever it up behind her back and get it captured in the other side of the cuffs. Ash howled in anger and bucked her body underneath me. But my greater weight was my advantage. Reaching into my back pocket again I grabbed a set of leg irons and managed to lock them around her ankles after a struggle. Those long legs were a lot stronger than they looked.

Pressing my forearm into the small of her back, I grabbed the waistband of her sweats with one hand and jerked them down to her knees, leaving her naked from her waist down. The girl howled again and bucked even harder, trying to turn away and hide her body. My hand pushed her manacled wrists up to the center of her back and I spun like a pro wrestler, straddling her lower back and pinning her to the floor. Those sharp little fingernails managed to score across my wrist, making me hiss in pain again.

Well, that was just plain fucking enough of that. It was time to teach this wild pony girl a lesson that she wouldn't be forgetting any time soon. I reached in my back pocket for the final item I had stashed in there. The tawse. Ash apparently saw the split leather as I brought it back and she shrieked "Nooooo!" And she screamed and jerked as I brought it down across one ass cheek with a loud crack. Her whole body froze for just a second in shock and pain.

In our correspondence over the preceding three years, I had learned that Ashleigh had never been spanked, even as a child. I had warned her of my proclivities for that sort of thing. She knew that I punished my ponies for failures or lapses in judgment and that I enjoyed pulling a pony over my lap for a lively spanking now and then as a prelude to sex.

I had warned her ahead of time. She had said that she understood.

I was going to make sure that there was no doubt in her mind that Master was willing to punish a pony whenever and wherever he desired.

I felt a sharp pain in my lower back. In her struggles the girl had managed to get her hands between the top of my pants and up under my t-shirt and those fingernails were digging into the small of my back. Ignoring the pain, I proceeded to lay the tawse across her wriggling ass and upper thighs with a machine-like precision, leaving an angry red stripe wherever the leather impacted her flesh. She shrieked and screamed and kicked and bucked underneath me. My other hand reached out and managed to snag the chain between the leg irons and hang onto it, further immobilizing her legs and decreasing her leverage as the tawse came down again and again. And though she didn't realize it, her struggles accomplished nothing but baring more targets for my tawse. I managed to lay stripes all up and down her tight little ass down to her knees and inside those sweet thighs. One part of my mind marveled at the sight. The difference between the red stripes as they rose on her skin. The girls legs and thighs were deeply tanned and the place where her obviously skimpy bathing suit had covered was pale and white.

Well, it was pale at one time, moments ago anyway. Now it was all an angry red like she'd been attacked by a mad painter.

About the time that her lower body became one large red welt, Ash's screams and struggles tapered into an exhausted sobbing. As I paused in my motion, the girl went limp and shook and sobbed beneath me. Blood trickled into my eye and I wiped it away angrily. Moving off of her body, I looked down at her tear stained face and asked "Are you done, pony girl?"

I got no response as she just laid there and sobbed. My hand went into that mass of dark hair roughly and grabbed a handful of it and lifted her face up off of the floor as I looked right into her swollen streaming eyes.

"I said are you done, girl?" I growled. I made sure that she could still see the tawse gripped in my other hand. Her eyes went wide and she sobbed "Yeehehehesss.......!"

I moved my face even closer.

"Yes, Master."

She gulped and sobbed and finally managed to whisper "Y-yes, M-master." My grip on her hair relaxed and I let her head rest back on the floor again.

"Good girl."

Rising from the floor, I went over and shut the cage door firmly. I could have done that from the start and avoided some of this scene, but Ash had to be given that glimmer of hope and then have it dashed in order to bring the lesson home. And I'm pretty sure that she was unable to even walk let alone run at this point but I was tired and hurting and done teaching lessons for the day.

Leaning down, I unlocked the leg irons and tossed them casually out of the cage into the hall along with the tawse. With a swift move, I grabbed the top of her sweatpants and yanked them off of her legs, tossing them to the side. Ash moaned "Nooooo.....please....." but I ignored her. With my feet straddling her waist I leaned over and slipped a hand underneath her chest and lifted her upper torso. My other hand reached under and grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt and pulled it roughly up over her head and down her arms. With a practiced move I uncuffed her hands and removed both the cuffs and the sweatshirt. Both of those ended up out in the hall.

I rolled the sobbing shaking girl on her side and gently lifted her in my arms. She refused to look at me, keeping her streaming eyes firmly shut as one hand wiped ineffectually at her face. And I was so pissed off that I had a brand new naked girl in my arms and didn't take the chance to look at her. I carried her over to the bed and laid her carefully face down on the soft mattress and stepped into the bathroom. I soaked four washcloths in cool water and carried them back in.

"Look at me, pony girl." She just lay there and sobbed. I leaned closer and growled. "Look at me now, Ash." Blinking hard, she levered her eyes open and looked.

"We will never need to do this again, will we girl? Do I need to beat you like this every day or are we done?"

"N-nooooo Master, please." She sobbed. "No more." Her head shook slightly. I smiled and patted her head and she flinched slightly at my touch.

"Good girl. I am going to lay some cool washcloths on your bottom and legs, girl. They will help you feel better. Just lay here and relax. I will send Sarabeth in a bit later to tend to you."

She flinched and moaned again as the cool cloths were laid across her inflamed flesh but sighed just a little as they started to cool her down.

Before I left I leaned down again and touched her lightly on the back of her neck and said "Good girl."

Five



I reclined back in my desk chair while Nathan cleaned up the last of my wounds and made little worried noises. The trashcan by the side of my desk was getting full of bloody gauze and bandage wrappers.

"My poor Master. Are you sure this girl is worth all of this trouble? Look what she did to your poor face." He put the last of half a dozen butterfly bandages across the torn skin at my temple. I had a large bandage around my wrist and another one taped across the small of my back.

Grabbing his wrist, I pulled his hand to my lips and kissed it.

"Were you worth it, Nathan? Was Sarabeth? And Daniel? And all of the others? Were you worth the trouble I took to make you mine?" He smiled and blushed just a little, remembering how hard he struggled before giving himself to me.

"I like to think I was, Master." My hand went up and patted him softly on the cheek.

"You were well worth the struggle, pony boy. I would happily do it all again if I had to in order to keep you." He smiled and blushed again, leaning over and kissing me on my undamaged temple.

"Love you, my Master." He whispered.

"And Master loves you too, my proud warrior pony."

I looked at the monitor on my desk. Sarabeth was in her cage with Ashleigh. She had replaced the washcloths with fresh ones as the girl lay on her tummy and Sarabeth was slowly stroking the girls hair and speaking to her. I didn't have the volume on so I couldn't hear but I could guess at the gentle words of wisdom my little blonde goddess was giving to the newest girl.

In the other screens I could see that all of my other pets were standing at or near the bars in their own cages, watching the scene play out and offering some sort of words now and then. Gael looked slightly pissed off and she wore a frown on her pretty face. I could tell by her expression that she had something snotty to say. They had all seen the marks on my face and wrist when I brought them in from training and put them back into their cages. Most of them had looked worried but Gael looked like she wanted to go into the cage and kick Ashleigh's ass. I had to be firm with her and remind the fiery little redhead about how hard she struggled against me those first few days.

That calmed her down some, but my redheaded pony girl was still fiercely protective of her Master and was going to make sure that the new girl knew it.

Sarabeth too, was deeply conflicted. I could see it from the slight frown of concern on her face. She looked at me in horror at the blood on my face and had wanted to immediately tend to my wounds but I had stopped her and said "There is someone else who is in need of your aid, love."

"Ash?" A hand flew to her mouth. "Master, is she..."

"She is alive and well, Sarabeth. Not permanently marked, which is more than I can say for myself. But she is in need of someone to tend to her right now, pony girl. Someone a bit more gentle and understanding than I."

My sweet and gentle pony had gasped when she saw the new girl laying face down on the bed and sobbing. The bright red stripes showed up around the edges of the washcloths as her body shook. Sarabeth stood for a moment, looking back and forth between the two of us, then sadly nodded her head and went into the cage with Ash as I shut the door firmly behind her.

I had upset her, I could tell. Even though she worried about me, her deep love for everyone made her go to the wounded pony girl first.

My little pocket goddess had tended to the marks on almost all of my acquisitions in the past. Except for Wendy and David, I had taken them all unwillingly and they had all needed that first shock of pain and despair to break their initial reluctance and get us started down the road to submission. But because I had taken her without that, she had a little difficulty understanding that not everyone is as naturally submissive as she is.

So Sarabeth was upset. With both Ash and myself. At least I wasn't in the dog house alone.

Nathan tidied up the last of the litter and medical supplies and returned everything to the cabinet where it belonged, tying up the trash bag and putting in a new one. He constantly amazed me and made me proud to be his Master. Such a proud and athletic pony, always driving towards perfection in the arena and yet so soft and willing and submissive to me when we were alone.

When he finished cleaning up he came up behind my chair and wrapped his arms around my neck, letting his hands dangle down on my chest while he pressed his cheek against my undamaged side. We both looked into the monitor while I patted his arm.

"This one is going to be a challenge, no doubt. But I think she will be worth it in the end. She is strong and an excellent athlete. Actually considered to be an Olympic hopeful last year in both track and field and some of the equestrian events." Nathan chuckled a little at the irony.

"And what's more she is deeply submissive, whether she wants to admit it or not. The girl wants to be taken and dominated but she is so strong and obstinate that she has to be forced to submit. I think I made a pretty deep impression on her this morning. One that will last her for a few days, anyway." I patted Nathans arm again. "Just like the morning that you woke up grumpy and took a swing at me, boy. Do you remember that?"

I could feel him tense up slightly and shiver. "I remember, Master. Quite well. I thought you were going to take all of my skin off with that strap." He shivered again and dropped his forehead behind my neck, whispering "I never needed another lesson like that again."

"And hopefully, neither will she. Oh, I have no doubt that I will be adding some more stripes to that pert little fanny real soon. This girl is a firecracker and this lesson will only stay with her for so long. I have no illusions that I have anywhere near broken her.."

"But it's a start."

Sarabeth stayed in the cage with Ash all afternoon. Nathan and I took a small nap together but I was so beat up and sore that we just cuddled on my bed and actually napped for a change. The sweet lad offered to give me a soft and gentle blowjob, promising to be careful of my injuries. But I thanked him and said that he could come share my bed this evening instead and see if I felt better. That seemed to take care of his disappointment.

The others ate kibble in their cages at lunch. Ash tried it for the first time and when I looked in on the camera she seemed to be enjoying the bowl she was sharing with Sarabeth. It gave me a secret smile to think what the small dose of aphrodisiacs would do to my newest girls attitude. That and the fact that she was going to be getting the full dose later on in the afternoon was going to make things really interesting. Nathan made us sandwiches and afterward I rolled over and he rubbed my back slowly until I fell asleep again.

I don't know if any of my ponies realized how much breaking in a new acquisition took out of me. Both physically and emotionally. Even though I thoroughly enjoyed spanking or paddling a willing pony as foreplay, I never really enjoyed inflicting pain. Not to that degree, anyway. That is why I always used that sort of severe punishment only once and as soon as possible, to drive home the lesson and hopefully never have to do it again.

Of course I realized that it was hard on them, too. I wasn't stupid.

I knew I was going to have to be hard on Ash. During all of the time we talked and chatted she always came back to being "wild and free and unbroken" and how someone would have to break her spirit before she would be able to give in.

That wild and untamed spirit was one of the reasons why I wanted her to be my pony girl. I didn't want that to be broken. Not completely, anyway. But it was going to be necessary to break her down enough that she would willingly give herself to me, heart body and soul.

Really, neither one of us had any choice in the matter. Her choices ended once she let herself be chained and climbed into that crate. She was my pony until I released her or one of us died. We had discussed what would happen if I couldn't break her and I promised her that no matter what happened, I wouldn't just release her or sell her to another Owner. The thought of being up on stage at the pony auction gave her a bit of a combined thrill and chill. Never knowing who might be bidding on her and imagining that they would be harsh and cruel, knowing her reputation.

But that wasn't going to happen.

It just wasn't, if I had anything to say about it, anyway.

I made a vow to myself right there that I would take her to the next pony auction and let her see one firsthand. Maybe even set up a mock auction with some of the other Owners to give her an idea of what it was like.

Right before dinner Nathan and I walked down to the stables together. We both walked down the line of cages and gave each of my ponies a kiss. When I got to Sarabeths cage she came up eagerly and Ash reclined on the bed on her side and looked worried.

"Ash!" Sarabeth said and patted her own thigh. "Come give your Master a kiss."

Reluctantly, the girl got up and limped towards the front of the cage, the chain of the shackle trailing behind her. I put one hand under her chin and kissed her unmoving lips. She turned away as soon as I released her and started to head back for the bed again.




Seven Tails: Tail 07



5-17-13

Seven Tails

Tail Seven and Last: A Kittens Tale

(Jessica)

One

Half a mile doesn't seem like very far when you first think about it. But walking that far wearing nothing but a pair of tennis shoes on your feet and furry kitten ears on your head make it seem like one hell of a lot farther. She had to be stern with herself several times when she found herself walking with her hands covering her body.

"At least..." she thought "I didn't put my tail in before I got out of the car! That's a blessing..."

She had grown used to being naked. She enjoyed being naked. It made her feel free and sexy. But there was something about being naked outdoors that made her feel exposed and vulnerable. And being naked out here in the middle of nowhere made her also feel very alone. Once again, she pulled her hands away from her body and walked along a little faster.

At one point a young man came trotting down the road towards her. At first she thought he was naked too until he got closer and she could see that he was wearing tennis shoes and a complicated looking leather harness around his body. It had a small pouch to cover his crotch but very little else. The lines of the harness accented his well muscled body and she thought he was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. Long brown curly hair almost the same color as hers and brown eyes and faintly olive skin. And the smile on his face and the way his eyes went up and down made it plain that he was enjoying looking at her as well. She felt a small blush spread across her cheeks.

The young man stopped and smiled at her, then pointed up the road. "It's not much further, miss. Just over that rise. Master is waiting for you. I'll fetch your car and your things." With another smile and a wave, he continued on down the road. As she watched him pass a little gasp erupted from her mouth when she noticed the long brown curly tail protruding from between those fine firm ass cheeks. It swished back and forth as the young man trotted away.

"What have I gotten myself into this time? Good God, Jess! What the hell are you doing? Couldn't you just be happy with a normal life? A job and a husband and 2.5 kids in suburbia? I could have been a dental assistant instead. But nooooo..."

She topped the rise and paused to look at the vista spread out before her. A large wooden barn off to her left and just past that a huge metal building, part of which looked brand new. Just past that a corral and paddock surrounded by steel fencing. A few smaller outbuildings scattered here and there. To her right was a huge house made to look like a log cabin. As if Daniel Boone had become an oil magnate. An equally large attached garage. The property was well covered with trees and she could see a few other roads and trails going off in different directions. Movement caught her eye and she saw a small group of people standing on the covered porch of the house. She swallowed nervously as they all seemed to be looking in her direction. Reflexively her hands started coming up to cover her body and with a small growl of frustration, she forced them back to her sides.

Just as she steeled her nerve and started to step towards the house, her little silver Passat passed her slowly. That young beautiful man driving it gave her a smile and a wave and drove on down towards the house. Idly she wondered how he drove with that tail in him. She watched as he got out of the car and mounted the porch to wait with the others.

Now there was no other choice. Even if she wanted to chicken out and run away, she'd have to go down there to get her car anyway. And her clothes... And her wallet and ID...

"What the fuck are you doing, Jess? Ooooohhhhh... shit..." Swallowing hard again, she walked on down towards the house.

The people gathered on the porch watched her as she walked slowly down to the front of the house. As she got closer, she could see that all of them were dressed just like the young man who had brought her car. They were all fairly young and attractive, both the men and the women, and all of them were wearing versions of the same leather harness. Nearly naked, but the harnesses made them look even more startling.

Well, not all of them were dressed like that. In the middle of the group stood a taller older man. About six feet tall or so. Dark brown hair shot with gray streaks. Dressed in loose fitting black jeans and an equally loose t-shirt with fairly well muscled arms folded across his chest. A smaller redheaded girl was standing on tiptoes whispering into his ear and a small smile creased one corner of his lips but his eyes never left the girl walking in their direction.

This must be Master Max Rambeaux. She had been looking for this man for a while now. And the enormity of finally coming face to face with him and what it might imply for her life made her shiver a little. She knew... some... of who and what he was. Enough that she had spent months looking and sending emails and had finally driven over 2500 miles across the country to find him and offer herself to him.

It was, after all, what her Master had asked her to do...

At the midway point between her car and the porch she paused. A few steps to the left was her car. And her clothes. And her safety and comfort zone. Her old life. A glance showed her that her keys were still hanging in the ignition where the young man had left them. And if anybody gave her any trouble there was a baseball bat under the seat and a can of mace in the glove compartment. She could be in the car and away in seconds. Doubt nagged at her.

A few steps to the right was the porch steps. And him. Them.

At the base of the steps someone had taken the welcome mat from in front of the door and placed it on the walk. Biting her lip to keep from trembling, the girl knelt with her knees on the mat and lowered her eyes to the wooden steps in front of her.

"I'm... I'm here, Master."

The silence lasted long enough that she finally raised her eyes again. He was still standing there looking at her, arms across his chest. All the rest of them were looking at her too. Her face blushed a deep red at their scrutiny and her eyes went back down to the step in front of her as she fought to keep her hands still. Fought to keep from running to her car and fleeing in terror. Fought her insides to keep from throwing up right there on the ground.

The silence lasted long enough that she thought she might scream or burst into tears and fall on the ground sobbing like a baby. Finally he said "Come inside, girl. We will get you something to drink and a more comfortable place to sit. I believe you and I have quite a bit to talk about." He turned on his heel and strode into the house. A hand on her arm startled her. She looked up to see a smiling little blonde helping her to her feet. That handsome young man who had driven her car put a hand on her other arm as she rose. They both smiled warmly and the blonde squeezed her arm gently and whispered "It's okay. Just relax. Master is a wonderful man." As they helped her up the steps she added "I'm Sarabeth and that is Nathan. And up there are David, Daniel, Wendy, Gael and Ash." Her finger pointed to one after another of the smiling gorgeous young people.

As they passed through the front door, the girl managed to stammer "I'm... Jessica. Or just Jess. But... my Master always called me 'kitten'." Nathan smiled again and he squeezed her arm from the other side. "It's nice to meet you, Jess. I love the ears." She blushed again at his compliment.

The room was dimly lit, compared to the outside. Dark paneling on the walls and black leather furniture added to that. But it wasn't dark enough to be frightening or imposing. It was comfortably dim and almost romantic. He sat in a large overstuffed chair in front of the stone fireplace. Large thick rugs covered the hardwood floor. His hand indicated a spot on the rug in front of his chair. The girl suddenly realized that she was standing alone.

"Come, girl. Right here." Once again he indicated the spot on the rug in front of his chair. As the girl knelt he spoke aloud, looking past her into the hall. "There's no point in hanging out in the hallway. She will need to meet all of you anyway. David! Ash! It's your turn. Bring us all something to drink and hurry back or you'll miss it." There was a chorus of "Yes, Master!" as people scurried here and there. A quick rustling as the rest of them knelt on the rug arrayed around his chair. Even as nervous as she was, she noticed that he was the only one who used any of the furniture. Moments later someone set a tall glass of ice water on a low table near her and she took a swallow gratefully, both to ease her dry throat and to cover her nervousness.

"You are Rex's pet girl, am I right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And how is he these days? Why are you here instead of there?" The girl sighed and her lower lip trembled.

"M... My Master passed away three months ago, Sir. He... He told me once long ago that if anything ever happened to him that I should come find you, Sir. Out... Out in my car I have some papers Master left for me. Clues on how I should try and find you."

"Hmmm..." He sipped his coffee for a moment. "I'd like to see those papers later, girl. I had no idea that Rex knew where I was... But I am sorry to hear that he is no longer with us. What happened, if it's not too painful?" She sighed again.

"Killed in the line of duty, Sir. Trying to stop an assault in the prison. They... tried to save him, but..." A tear leaked down her cheek and she brushed it away and sniffed.

Almost immediately there was a hand offering her some tissues and another small warm hand landed gently on her shoulder. As the girl wiped her eyes and blew her nose she was suddenly surrounded by sympathetic faces and warm hands and arms as she found herself in the middle of a group hug there on the floor in front of his chair. Under any other circumstances being surrounded by that many nearly naked people would have been an incredible turn-on. But their soft hands and voices murmuring sympathy just made her feel loved and secure for the first time in months and a feeling of both relief and grief washed over her and she wept.

She had thought she was done grieving for her lost Master. But she had spent so much time trying to help his widow get past her own grief that she hadn't taken that much time for herself, apparently. Now the floodgates opened and the girl curled up into a small ball on the floor here in this strange place and cried surrounded by strangers who had made her feel at home again. She cried until all of the energy leaked out with her tears and she fell asleep there on the rug, feeling warm hands stroking her like a blanket.

Two

"Well, Max? What the hell are you going to do now? A kitten of all things? What are you going to do with a kitten? Of all the ridiculous situations..."

I talked to myself when I was frustrated. And I paced. My office was just big enough that I could pace in a circle without making myself dizzy. Plus, it was a good place to find my center. That was my ponies. And there was only one better place to remind myself of who and what I was than my office, surrounded by the pictures of my stock and the awards they had earned at the gatherings. I could have paced the stables, but that would have made my pets nervous. I could have taken one or more of them to bed with me to burn off some of my excess emotions but I wasn't really in the mood for that.

Amazingly enough.

Rex had been a good friend. He was the one who had turned me on to the idea of pony play in the beginning. He'd pointed me in the right direction when I was looking for a suitable outlet for my yearnings and had gotten me an invitation to my very first gathering. And he was the one who had come up with the name "Max Rambeaux" to use instead of the name I was born with.

I guess you could say that he had created me, in a way.

And now he was gone and he had left me his pet girl. Set her on a mission to find me like a treasure hunt. Like I was the freaking holy grail or something. Gave her just enough clues that it didn't take her that long at all...

I frowned and imagined him laughing somewhere. He had a sense of humor like that.

"But what am I going to do with a kitten? Damn you, Rex! I train ponies! Ponies! Not kittens! Not house pets! You... jackass..."

Nathan and Daniel had carried the girl into one of the guest rooms and I had left Sarabeth there with her for when she woke up again. She would have insisted anyway. My little blonde pony had a heart ten miles wide and a need to tend to anyone that was in pain of any sort. The last time I looked she had stripped out of her gear and was laying curled up next to the girl under the covers, holding her in her arms.

The girl was more than pretty enough. There was no doubt of that. She had a pretty face and a wonderfully lush body and if I had seen her under other circumstances, I might have been tempted to take her myself. In my own way, of course. I smiled at the thought of her waking up naked and chained in one of my cages. And the battle that would ensue afterward. From what I was told, the girl had quite a temper.

Or if I had seen her for sale at the pony auction I would have been sorely tempted. She was my type, that was for sure. My friend had known that and had shared a few pictures of her with me over the years. He was extremely proud of his pet girl. It was obvious, just from her physical attributes, why he was. And there was more to her than that, of course. In our infrequent emails Rex had told me that she was bright and imaginative and playful. He'd loved her.

And he left her to me, as IX had done with Wendy in his will. The bastard.

Ah, well. There was nothing to do about it now, I suppose. Couldn't just send her away now, could I? But I will leave it to her to make her choice. That car would sit there with the keys in it until she made up her mind.

Once again, the girl found herself kneeling in front of me surrounded by my ponies. She had only slept for an hour and my sweet Sarabeth had soothed her fears and had gotten her up and showered and cleaned up and calm again. Sarabeth had admitted to me that it was hard not to climb into the shower with her, but she had settled for drying her off afterward, which the girl had submitted to with no little embarrassment.

So here she was again, rested and calm with her hair and eyes dry and those little ears perched back on the top of her head.

"Are you feeling better, Jessica?" Her eyes went to the floor in front of her.

"Yes, Master. Thank you for being so understanding."

"I am not your Master yet, girl. That is still to be decided."

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry." I waved a hand.

"Don't worry about it, girl. I am not that touchy. So..." My finger drummed the arm of my chair thoughtfully. "What should I do with you? I'm assuming that since you know who I am and figured out how to find me then you know enough about me to realize that I take and train exhibition ponies, not just house pets."

"Yes, Sir."

"And from what I have been told about you, you don't really have any desire to be a pony." The girls eyes went up.

"Master told you about me?" I nodded.

"My friend was very proud of his kitten. He told me many things about you, girl." Her shoulders slumped and her lower lip quivered again. Sarabeth looked concerned and laid a hand on her thigh gently. The girl took a breath and patted her hand.

"But let's concentrate on honoring his wishes. Rex obviously thought you coming here was a good idea, so let's figure out how you might fit into my little kingdom here, shall we? After all, it's what he wanted." The girl took a deep breath and straightened her back to look me in the eye.

"Yes, Sir. It's what he wanted."

"So Jessica..."

"Will you call me kitten, Sir? It's... what he called me, Sir. It's what I am." I smiled softly.

"Of course... kitten." A smile lurked at the corner of her mouth at the name and a hint of color came to her cheeks. Her back arched just a little more and I could see the edges of the pride she had in being what she was. For the first time her nipples hardened just a little. And for the first time in a couple of hours, something of mine hardened just a little, too.

"Your Master has placed me in quite a pickle, kitten. What I do... What I am... Who I am... is a trainer of exhibition ponies. It has taken me, and all of us, years... but we have finally made it to the number one standing in the country. And indeed, a good part of the world. I now have more champions in my stables than any other trainer in the world."

"One of the reasons that I have so many champions is because we train hard and we all love what we do here. Of course..." I coughed softly into my hand. "Not all we do here is training. We also take time out for some recreation now and then..." There were a few soft chuckles around the room and the girl colored slightly.

"Sir..."

"Yes, kitten?"

"My Master told me quite a lot about you, too. Probably more than you think, Sir."

"Oh, really? And what did my friend tell you about me, girl?" Her eyes went back to the floor.

"He said you were " A real bastard" Sir. That you were stern and a control freak and probably a psychopath." There were a few soft gasps in the room. The girl lifted her eyes to me and added "And he said that you were a warm and loving Dominant and probably one of the nicest and most hardworking people he had ever met, Sir. He said he was proud to be your friend and that any pet worth her salt would be fortunate indeed to carry your mark."

I sat silent for a moment, letting that final recommendation from my old friend sink in.

"I guess Rex really did know me well."

"Yes, Sir."

"Well!" I struck the arm of my chair lightly. "As I said, he has placed me in a difficult position. He sent you here and you went to all of the trouble to find me, so now it seems I have no choice. I must honor both my old friends last wish and your efforts. You are to be commended by the way, kitten. I make it purposefully difficult if not nearly impossible for people to find me. The fact that you found my front gate is something astonishing."

"The papers my Master left me helped a lot, Sir."

"Yes. I'd like to see those, as I have said. But for now, let me give you a bit of a heads up of what will happen in the next few days. I will give you three days, girl. Three days to decide if being mine is what you want for the rest of your life. During that time your car will stay out front with the keys in the ignition. If, at any time you decide you don't wish to stay, you may leave."

"But before you do I want two things from you."

"What two things, Sir?"

"Those papers your Master left you, for one. I don't want those getting out."

"And the other, Sir?"

"Your solemn promise that you will never tell another soul how to find me." The girl nodded readily.

"I will give you that now, Sir. Cross my heart." Her fingers did so. "I will give you both of those things now. Today. My master told me how much you value your privacy and he made me promise him the very same thing, Sir. I will never tell anybody." I smiled.

"Good girl." She smiled back at my words.

"So. During the next three days you will stay in the stables with the rest of my ponies. My ponies all live in separate cages, each of which is their home. You will eat with them, you will watch them train and maybe even join in with them. You will assist them in their chores. You will, in effect, be one of my ponies except for one aspect of their lives here."

"Which aspect is that, Sir?"

"You will not be allowed to sleep with anybody here on my ranch until after those first three days and you have decided to stay." The girls face fell a little.




Seven Tails: Tail 07



"After that time if you decide to stay, a couple of things will happen. First, I will draw two vials of your blood." She paled. Apparently she didn't like needles. Just like someone else I had recently acquired. Ash looked a little pale at the memory.

"Second, I will permanently tattoo my mark on the back of your neck." The girl bit her lower lip and raised her hand.

"Ummm... Sir. That might be a little hard."

"Why is that, girl?" She lifted that mass of beautiful thick brown hair and turned around.

"I already have my Masters mark there, Sir." I leaned forward. Sure enough, there was a simple black triskele tattooed there. The outside edge was made to look like the teeth on a gear and the innermost circles were gears as well. Around the outside in flowing script were the words "In totus mores, in totus res, ego sum Suus."

"Hmm... My latin is a little rusty." 

The girl said softly "In all ways, in all things, I am His." She glanced over her shoulder at me and added "Master had a matching tattoo on his arm. It said 'In all ways, in all things, Mine.' I was there when he got that. It made me cry."

"Nice." All of my ponies gathered around her to look at the mark there and commented softly. I thought to myself "And now he's having another laugh at my expense. The bastard..."

"Master?"

"Yes, Gael?"

"This is easily fixable, Sir. If you don't mind her having both marks." She grabbed a pen and a pad of paper and quickly sketched the triskele and the script around it. Then she added the stylized "MxR" that was my mark below it and stretched the letters to form a cup that the other mark sat on top of. Her idea made them both fit together like we had planned it that way.

"Excellent. Miss Gael, you are a genius." She dimpled and blushed. Then the paper got passed around and everybody got a chance to look. 

"Jessica, I won't even try to have his mark removed or altered, as some other masters would do, out of respect for my friend. Would this be acceptable to you?" The girl looked at the drawing Gael had made and her face broke out in a warm smile, first at her and then at me.

"That would be more than acceptable, Sir. I would bear both marks proudly."

We took a break for lunch and ran into a couple of more snags in my routines. I'd almost swear that Rex had set me up on purpose.

First of all, the girl had her own tail and when she saw all of my ponies wearing theirs, she insisted she should be allowed to wear hers. 

Really. A pet wearing another mans tail at my table? Ridiculous. But she turned those big blue eyes up to me so wide and begged. What could I do? I relented. The girl frisked out to her car and came in with a bag and disappeared into the bathroom. After a moment we hear a yip and she came out blushing hard with a long brown tail dangling from her bottom that was almost long enough to brush the ground when she walked.

And I will admit... the tail suited her. And I did really like what having that inside her did to her walk.

The second snag was that she refused to sit at the table with the rest of my stock. Well.. not actually refused, but resisted. When David and Ash set the table and started bringing out the food, she went and got her placemat and setting and laid it on the floor next to my chair and knelt down there, eyes on the floor and hands on her thighs, waiting for me to sit.

"What in the world are you doing, girl?"

"This is my place, Sir." I stood there, one hand on my chair and frowned.

"I am not your master, girl. Not yet, anyway." Once again she turned those wide blue eyes up at me with a serene look on her face.

"You will be, Sir. My Master said so. And so I will be. This is a kittens place. By her masters knee." Her eyes went back down to the floor again.

Well, what the...

Everybody but her was looking at me. Kind of frozen in a tableaux around the table, even if some of them were trying hard to make it look like they weren't looking at me. Sarabeth was giving me that raised eyebrow look that said very clearly "Master! Pay attention! This is important!" Nathan gave me a half grimace and shrugged. Gael looked very pointedly at me and nodded towards the kneeling girl and nodded emphatically.

I sighed and sat down. My hand went to the back of the girls head and scratched her with my nails just behind those cute little kitty ears.

"Of course this is where a kitten should be." The girl leaned her head back into my hand, arching her back a little and purred.

"But you will have to get up and serve yourself, girl."

"Of course, Sir."

Three

I will admit that she had the whole "kitten" thing down pat. Of course since she had been his for all that time I could expect that she would have been well trained. If she wasn't in her cage or doing some chore with my ponies, the girl was right at my heels, waiting for an order or for me to need something or just random affection. The girl craved attention and affection and any small touch or word or smile made her glow. Whether it came from me or one of my ponies, she was appreciative of and kindness, no matter how small.

Any time I sat down she was right there, either kneeling at my side or curled up either on or around my feet. Obviously I was going to have to pay more attention to where I walked from now on.

I was going to have to break her of untying my shoelaces, however. The first time earned her an admonishment and a frown. The second time had left her kneeling in the corner whining over a well-paddled bottom. And I had gotten the impression when I grasped her hair and placed her over my lap that she enjoyed that probably at least as much as Gael and Nathan did. I hadn't been in this business for this long without being able to recognize an aroused pet.

I'd grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her squeaking up to her knees while I frowned at her.

"Girl, if you make me fall down I will stripe the skin off of your bottom! Now get down there and tie my shoes back correctly. Then we will see about breaking you of that habit and maybe cure your obvious boredom."

I released her and she knelt back down and retied my laces while she whined softly. "I'm not bored, Sir! Really! It was just a game Master and I used to play!"

Shifting forward in my chair I patted the top of my thigh and said "Right here, girl. Maybe a little fire in your behind will remind you to behave. Obviously your master didn't discipline you often enough. I think it's about time."

She bit her lip, eyes wide and her nipples went instantly hard. Her hands went behind her back and she said "No, Sir! He spanked me all of the time, Sir. When I was naughty and sometimes just for fun, Sir. I... I'll behave! I promise!"

I pointed again to my thigh and said "Right here, kitten." She clasped her hands together in between those perfect round little breasts and said "Please, Sir..."

"What is it, girl?"

"Sir... Ummm... My master loved me, Sir. And... I knew he would never hurt me, even though he spanked me a lot. But..."

"But what, kitten?"

"You... you scare me, Sir." I sighed softly and held out my hand. Tentatively, she put one small soft hand in mine. Holding out my other hand, I pulled her into my arms and looked into those big tragic blue eyes. She trembled in my arms and I whispered softly into her ear.

"Love, when I am your new Master I will spank your sweet little bottom often. As your old master did. Sometimes when you are naughty and sometimes just for fun." One hand went up and held her chin lightly. "But know this, girl. Even though I may redden your bottom now and then, I will never never hurt you." Then I leaned in and kissed her softly.

It was the first time I had kissed her. Other than the occasional caress or pat, it was the first time I had touched her at all. It was nice. She had soft sweet lips and she smelled good. And my hands on the rest of her told me that I was going to enjoy having her as one of my pets. Even if she wasn't a pony.

When I pulled away I asked "Do you believe me, kitten?"

"Yes, Sir." She whispered.

"Good. Now, over my knee, girl. We need to get this done so I can get back to work."

"You... you are still going to spank me, Sir?"

"Yes, I am." I patted my lap again.

"Oh...Yes, Master." Hesitantly and trembling hard, she lay herself over my lap. One of her hand gripped the leg of my chair and the other went obediently behind her in the small of her back. My old friend had obviously taught her well. When I gripped her wrist in my free hand, she whimpered softly. I didn't even bother to correct her calling me "Master."

My large rough hand stroked slowly over the smooth skin of her quivering ass cheeks and she whimpered again while she held her thighs tightly together. I took a moment to ponder and imagine the joy I was going to have playing with this girl and her sweet body.

My hand rose and came down with a loud smack in the center of one cheek and she yelped. A print of my hand appeared in pink on her skin. A second blow on the other cheek left an identical hand print and she squeaked.

Then I got down to business. My hand rose and fell with some irregularity to make each blow a surprise and I quickly covered both ass cheeks in a dozen blows while she kicked and squirmed and yelped.

Pausing for a moment, I lightly slapped at her thighs and growled "Spread your legs, girl." Whimpering, she did so and my fingers wandered down between her thighs, questing into her little slit. As I had guessed, she was extremely wet already. I imagine that she was that way as soon as I said I was going to spank her. She gasped and wriggled as one finger slid up inside of her snug little pussy. I sat there and idly stroked and played with her until a small moan came from her lips.

Then I slowly pulled my hand from between her thighs and reached over to put the finger that had just been inside of her to her lips. "Clean it off, kitten." Her mouth opened and she sucked my finger inside, her hot little kitten tongue hungrily licking all of her juices off of my skin and she sniffled through her nose.

When it was clean I pulled my hand back and started spanking her again. The first blow caught her by surprise. I'm guessing she thought I was done. The girl raised her head and yelped and she struggled hard against my grip. After the fourth or fifth slap I felt something pull against the hair on my leg and I paused to look. She was trying to bite me! The girl had a mouthful of my pants leg clenched in her teeth.

Well, this would never do.

I directed a hard slap on the inside of each thigh, startling her. Then I leaned down and grabbed a handful of her hair and growled "Let go now, kitten. Or you will get my belt instead of my hand on your ass." When she didn't immediately comply I reached down for my waistline to start undoing my belt and she spit out my jeans and gasped "No! Please! I'm sorry, Master! Please! Ooooohhhhh... I just can't help it sometimes..." Another hard slap against her ass made her yelp again.

I decided it would be a good idea to keep her mouth busy so I had her count the last dozen spanks out loud. By the time I was done she was gasping and almost crying, her ribs straining to draw in each breath to whimper out the number. When her entire bottom was a uniform shade of red I stopped and gripped her by the hair again and had her get up. Maintaining a firm but not too painful grip, I marched her into the corner and had her kneel down, hands behind her head and growled "If you touch your bottom, we will start all over again, kitten. Do you understand?" She mewled and nodded miserably. "Y-yes, Sir..."

On the way back to my desk my eye fell on something on my bookshelf. An antique hourglass that I had picked up somewhere ages ago. It was small and only ran for about half an hour so I though it would come in handy. I moved a small table closer to the corner and overturned the timer, setting it right next to the whimpering girl. "When this timer runs out, and not a second sooner, come find me, kitten."

"Yes, Sir."

Now where was I?... Oh, yes.

And stubborn! Snap yes, she was stubborn. We had our first real argument... disagreement... whatever you may name it, her very first morning. When the alarm went off and all of my ponies had gotten up and dressed in their harnesses and waiting for me to come release them, I found her kneeling by her door with the rest of them wearing a collar I had never seen before and holding up a matching leash. The collar was brown leather held together with brass chains and the leash had a matching set of chain in the middle of it.

"What is this, kitten?"

"It's my collar, Sir."

"His collar, you mean."

"Yes, Sir." I sighed.

"Take that off and put it away, girl." She frowned and her hand and her eyes went down to the floor and she just knelt there, unmoving. A glance to the side and I could see everyone but her was looking at me again. Snap. I went and got a chair and sat in front of her cage. A signal to my ponies let them relax for a moment while I dealt with this unexpected delay.

"Did he make that for you, kitten?"

"Yes, Sir."

"How long did you wear his collar?"

"Almost three years, Sir."

"Did you love him, kitten?"

"Y-yes, Sir. I did. More than... anything." I leaned forward on my elbows and lowered my voice just a little.

"It is a very beautiful collar, girl. It's very obvious that he loved you, too. But he is gone now and in a few days you will belong to me. If you decide to stay, of course. And while I try to be quite reasonable and flexible, you realize that it is not very respectful to me that you wear another mans collar here in my stables." She lost some of her frown.

"I... didn't mean any disrespect, Sir. But..." I held up my hand and she stopped.

"And I don't want to disrespect your former master, either. So I offer a compromise." Reaching in my pocket for the remote I popped open Nathans cage and said "Nathan! Will you loan this girl your collar and leash?" A little surprised he said "Certainly, Master." He fetched them and came down to kneel beside my chair with them in his hands.

"Here is what I offer, kitten. I normally don't allow my pets to keep things from their former lives. But I have made allowances in the past." Ash glanced over at the wooden box in the corner of her cage and smiled.

"This is not my collar. Not the one I have to give you, anyway. My pony boy here is offering to let you borrow his for the next couple of days. That way there is no implied commitment. You may keep his collar here in your cage and I will allow you to wear it whenever you are here by yourself. As a memory of him. To honor your commitment to him. But for now until I give you my collar, you will wear this loaner outside of your cage."

"Does that sound reasonable to you, girl?"

"Yes, Sir." She sighed and sat up on her heels, hands going to the buckle at her throat. Slowly she unbuckled it and looked at it sadly then rose and put them both back in her bag before kneeling down in front of the cage door again. Nathan leaned forward and handed her his collar and leash and she put it around her neck and offered the handle up to me.

"Good girl, kitten. Now!" I rose and pushed back my chair as I took the handle of the leash in my hand. "Let's get started with the days training, shall we?"

Dialogue

The girl was kneeling on the pad beside my chair while I sipped coffee and watched my ponies out on the track. We'd been in the arena for a couple of hours. I had directed her to do warm up exercises with the others and had her walk a few laps with Gael to keep her company. She had told me that she had never been very athletic and I told her in no uncertain terms that she was going to train with my pets every day that they did, one way or another. Even if I never made a pony out of her, she was going to stay in shape.

Now the lads were having an impromptu race around the outer lanes of the track and the girls were practicing jumping in the inner lanes. Although Ash had them outdistanced with her long legs and speed, Sarabeth and Wendy were giving her a run for her money and Gael was playing cheerleader and timekeeper in the grass. Her yells of encouragement and shouts of joy echoed off of the walls of the arena.

I looked at Jess out of the corner of my eye while she watched the activity below. Although there was still a hint of inner sadness in her that I knew we were going to be working through for quite a while, it seemed like she was getting comfortable in this weird little world of mine and her smiles were coming back quickly.

Reaching out a hand, I curled my fingers in her hair. She looked at me and smiled then laid her head against my knee.

"Tell me about your Master, kitten."

Her eyes grew soft as she thought of him. 

"He was my Master, my lover, and my friend. I loved testing him because he was always patient with me. There was nothing I loved more then wrapping around his feet and watching tv with him. His hands were rough but gentle on my sore bottom and wounded pride." She lifted her head and looked at me, then lowered her eyes.

"Was that what you were wanting to hear, Sir?" I smiled and stroked her hair.

"That was perfect, girl. Thank you."

Continued

The second disagreement we had was about her tail, and I stood firm on that.

"No! Absolutely not, girl. I allowed you to wear it yesterday at dinner. Once. That is all. But you have not earned the right to wear a tail in my house yet."

"But Sir! He made it..." I waved a hand angrily and pointed to the floor. She went to her knees, eyes down and stopped.

"Yes, I get that. Your Master made that tail for you. And you wore it because it pleased him. That was his house. This is mine. Pets in my house do not wear tails until they earn them."

"But, Sir..."

"No!!" I'm afraid I raised my voice just a little. Then spoke a little softer through my teeth.

"My house, my rules, kitten. No tail until you earn it." She started to raise her hand and I added "The same with the ears as well. Three days. If, at the end of that time you are still here and decide to stay here and be my pet for the rest of your life, then you will be presented with a tail that I made for you. And a set of ears, too. Although I am still trying to figure out how he made those. Hell... I'm still trying to figure out what I am going to do with a kitten..." I closed my eyes and rubbed the stress out of my face with my hand.

"Good grief..."

The girl had sunk down on her hands, face low to the floor. She whispered in a small miserable voice. "I'm... I'm sorry, Sir. I... I don't mean to cause you so much trouble, Sir. Maybe I should just... go."

I sighed softly and looked down at her. Then lowered my hand. "Get up, kitten. Come here." My palm was open and I waggled my fingers. She looked at me through the hair that had fallen down over her face and sat up slowly, brushing it back to the back of her head again. Her soft little hand came up into mine and I pulled her gently to her feet and into my chest. Her arms tightened around my waist and I could feel her tremble. One of my hands stroked her slim smooth back and the other went to the back of her head and held her into my chest.

"I don't want you to leave, kitten. I want you to stay and be mine. Even if I'm not sure what I am going to do with you yet. I owe you... and him... that much." I curled my fingers into her hair and tilted her head back until she looked me in the eyes.

"But you will learn to live by my rules and my rules alone. This is, as I have said, my house and not his. If you are still here the day after tomorrow then the rest of your life will be by my rules. And if you cannot follow them then I don't imagine that you will be doing a lot of sitting down and have to learn to sleep on your tummy. Do I make myself perfectly clear, kitten?"




Seven Tails: Tail 07



I felt her hips shift as her bottom tightened up and there was a little catch in her breath as she swallowed hard, eyes wide. Kitten had only had one spanking so far at my hands and it seemed that she wasn't all that eager for another so quickly.

"Yes, Sir. I'll... try my best, Sir."

Introspection

The outdoors. Being naked outdoors. That still bothered her quite a bit. Enough that Master Max had cuffed her hands behind her back and took her on a walk around the property at the end of her leash while her face flushed a deep red. While her old Master had often kept her naked it was always indoors, since he lived in the suburbs with very little privacy from prying eyes. Only rarely did they ever venture outside but when they did it made her heart race and her face blush deeply.

And her car. It was there every time she walked outside. Her eyes were drawn to it like magnets. The keys still hanging in the ignition. Her car. Her clothes. Her things. Her toys. Her music. Her old life. Well... the life she had before she became a house pet, anyway. It was only a few steps away. She even stopped and ran a hand over the door handle once, longingly. As much as she missed her life and her freedom and independence, she secretly wished that he would just move the car so she wouldn't have to look at it anymore.

It came to her as a start that he was testing her by leaving it there. She had one more day when getting in her car and driving away forever would still be an option. Once tomorrow was over her life would never be the same. Would he just put it in a garage? Or sell it and get rid of it completely? One small part of her mind hoped that he would keep it and let her at least sit in the seat once in awhile. She loved her car.

Her things had been a bone of contention. The first night when he'd consented to let her wear her tail she had carried in her small overnight bag and had later brought it into her cage that evening. The second evening before bed he had come into her cage and demanded to see what was in her bag.

"You may keep your collar, leash, tail and ears, kitten. But they must be put away and only used when you are in your cage alone. The rest of your things will go into storage."

"But, Sir! I need these things! They... they're mine..."

"Anything else you need I will supply, girl. Your new life will begin tomorrow. These things are your old life. You need to leave them behind." He reached into the bag and rummaged through the clothes and things to pull out a handful of cosmetics.

"This stuff needs to go for sure, kitten. My pets are not allowed to wear makeup." Her hand came up self-consciously to cover her chin.

"But, Sir! I... I need that..." He shook his head.

"No, kitten. And that is final." He shook his head. "Yes, I saw that stuff on your face these last two days and I will not allow it. No makeup. No perfume. Not false eyelashes or hairspray, eyeliner, blush foundation of acrylic fingernails, girl." He pointed to the little silver disk on a chain around her neck. "No jewelry either, girl. Put that in the bag. My pets are natural and that is all I want to see." She lowered her head and muttered "Your ponies are all perfect, Sir."

One hand reached out and cupped her chin, turning her face up. His thumb wiped away some of the makeup on her cheek. "And I think you are perfect, Jessica. This... This does not make you look any less beautiful in my eyes. When I look at you, I want to see you, because that is who I adore. I don't want to see what you hide behind. I want to see all of you, all of the time." He bent and looked into her eyes even closer.

"My ponies aren't perfect. Neither are you. Neither am I. But they, and you.. are all perfect in my eyes. And that is all that matters." He paused and added "I knew your Master pretty well. I'm pretty sure he felt the same way, didn't he?" She nodded a little glumly.

"Master was... strange like that, Sir."

He dumped the stuff back in the bag and set the whole thing aside. "Then that's settled, kitten. The things your master made for you and nothing else. Anything other than that you may need will be asked for or earned from now on." His eyes fell on something small and white and furry sticking out from under her pillow. "And just what is that, kitten?"

Alarmed, she scooted her bottom over, blocking his view of her pillow. "It's... nothing, Sir." He raised an eyebrow slowly.

"I did ask you a question, kitten." He held out his hand. "Give it here, girl."

Those blue eyes went wide and tragic and she threw herself forward at his feet, her hands wrapped around his ankles and she started covering his boots with little kisses. "Please, Sir. It's nothing, Sir. It... just helps me sleep, Sir."

He sat watching her silently, eyebrows raised until she started kissing her way up his leg. Those soft little hands were slowly working their way up the inside of his thigh as her lips followed. It was pretty obvious what she was willing to do to distract him from whatever it was she was trying to protect.

Any other time he would have been more than willing to be distracted. He ached to discover all he could about how that sweet body felt in as many ways as possible. But since the girl had one more full day before she could even become his, this was neither the time nor the place. He sighed and put his hands on either side of her face and stopped her.

"Show me what it is, kitten. Talk to me, girl."

Sadly, she sat back on the bed and reach behind her. A little plush toy clasped in her hands, held tight between her firm little breasts and she lowered her head and brushed her chin softly against it. The thing was some little fuzzy monster with comically wide eyes and a mouth full of soft pointy felt teeth.

"It's my stuffed yeti, Sir."

"Did your Master give that to you as well?" She shook her head.

"No, Sir. I had it before I met him." She clutched it even tighter in her hands as she looked up at him, those eyes wide and pleading.

"Please, Sir. He... When I'm scared or nervous he's always there. He... protects me. M... My master sent me away to be owned by a man I don't know. And that's very scary, Sir." Her eyes looked down. "I'm having to relearn rules that I thought I already knew. I've been scared and nervous ever since I started driving here. And even more so since I got here. He..." Her chin stroked the top of the little stuffed critter again. "He helps me keep calm, Sir. He... Keeps away the monsters."

One hand reached out and the girl clutched the plush toy tighter in her hand reflexively. He reached down and put a large rough hand on top of the beasts head and patted it softly. His voice was soft and gentle. "That's a lot of work for a stuffed yeti. But I think he is up for the task." He smiled. "Make sure you keep him safe under your pillow, kitten. And don't tell my other pets or they will all want one."

She felt her lip quiver and a tear welled up in one eye until she blinked it back.

"Thank you, Sir."

Four

It had been a long three days. For everybody, not just me. Having a new pet in the stables always got everybody's interest and juices flowing. Literally. They all wanted her to get through this time so she could become fully mine and join our weird little family.

They all wanted her, period. Hell, so did I. I was pretty wound up most of the time and ended up, as usual, taking one or more of my ponies to bed with me for some of Master's de-stress time.

And I was pretty sure that the feeling was mutual. I'd put her under the same orgasm control that I put all of my pets from the very first day and kitten did not like that one bit. She had already received more than a few shocks through the shackle when I caught her with her hands under the covers busily playing and ten with the paddle when I caught her playing with herself in the shower. The paddle made an interesting sound when applied to a wet bottom. And apparently that made it sting just that much more.

Of course, I wasn't doing much of anything at all to relieve her tension. Since she was always at my side or at my feet then she got to stay there and watch while I played with one or more of my ponies. I'd have her standing in the corner or kneeling by the side of the bed, usually with her hands tied behind her back, eyes wide and staring with her hips moving in her need. And my ponies, being the well trained obedient and devious pets that they were, assisted me at every turn.

Sarabeth lifted her head from my lap after I had just shot my load down her throat and grabbed Jess and kissed her hard with her tongue still coated with my come. Nathan had laid face down on the side of the bed and pulled her into him and sucked on her sensitive nipples while I fucked him hard from behind. Even shy little Ash got into the act. She lay with her head hanging off the side of the bed and pulled Kitten down for a long lingering kiss with her legs wrapped around my waist while she moaned her pleasure into the other girls mouth.

It was coming close to driving her crazy. That was what I had wanted, of course. It was the usual program that I used with new pets with only a few changes in the routine. Things had changed so much of the past few years... I was constantly having to alter my plans to make them fit the situation.

But some things never changed. Punishment and reward, of course. The carrot and the stick. Some days were pure carrot and some were all stick. I wanted this girl to give herself to me and I was doing everything in my power to drive her to do it. In a way I could thank my old friend for his training her. The girl trailed after me wherever I went and several times on that last day I had her sit very still while I slipped a hand between her thighs and played with her little pussy until she broke out in a sweat. Once I even did it in the middle of the yard while we were walking out to the stables.

I stopped and tugged on her leash until her lips were an inch from mine and growled softly "Hands behind your head, girl. Spread your legs for me." A deep flush spread over her face and she whispered "Please, Sir..." I just stared at her until she complied, fingers locked behind her head and her legs shoulder width apart. I reach out and tweaked both of her nipples, making her gasp softly. Then I trailed my fingertips down across her taut belly and into that thin strip of pubic hair, tugging on it for a moment before I slipped my hand between her legs. The girl was already wet, of course. As she had been all day long. One finger slid up inside of her easily while she shivered and whimpered at my touch.

I kept up the touch with the heel of my hand rubbing against her hard little clit until her body was a uniform shade of pink all over. Then I pulled out while she moaned in dismay and made her clean my fingers with her tongue. After which I tugged on her leash again and said "Come along, kitten. We have things to do."

So I guess I have nobody to blame but myself for the incident that happened later. It was getting late in the afternoon and the unasked question on everybody's lips was "Is Kitten going to get her tail today? Is she going to stay and be ours forever?"

To forestall the questions and to take everybody's mind off of things, I set them all to cleaning the house, sending teams in each direction to get the house spic and span for the hoped-for upcoming festivities. Sarabeth had taken Jess in tow to tackle the ever growing mountain of laundry. The others spread out over the house, cleaning and tidying.

My house never really got that dirty to begin with. None of us tended to make messes, especially when I demanded that my house always be kept tidy. About the only thing that ever got messed up with any regularity was my bed. Fortunately I had a good supply of sheets always on hand. And since it was bound by a timer and the laws of physics, the laundry was always the last thing to get completed.

With nine of us living there, even if eight of them were naked most of the time, we created a lot of laundry.

The others had finished early and I had inspected and they had all passed. Of course. They were all in the hallway, kneeling patiently and awaiting my next order. I was waiting for Jess and Sarabeth to arrive and finally went to see how much longer it was going to take them.

The door to the laundry room was closed, which was unusual. Most of the time while it was in use it got too warm in there and it was left open. I was just reaching for the knob when I heard soft voices from just behind the door and I stopped to listen. 

"I don't care... Oooohhh... it feels too good when you touch me, Sarabeth."

"Mmmm... if we get caught, though...Aaahhhh..."

"Won't a punishment be worth this?"

"Aaahhhh... Yes, it will. But Master will be very angry, Kitten. We...Mmmm.. we need to stop. Mmmm..."

"I don't want to stop. I want you."

"Oooohhh... And I want you, Kitten."

Oh, this will never do. Easing the door open I glanced inside. The girl had their arms around each other, lips locked together and one hand in between each others thighs working busily while they panted and moaned softly. A pile of unfolded laundry was untouched on the table.

I let the door swing open and I heard at least one soft startled gasp from behind me as the other could see into the laundry room from where they knelt in the hall.

"Do you really think it will be worth it, girls?"

There was one startled gasp and a small "Eek!" as they both froze with their eyes wide open staring at me. Then a flurry of limbs as they both dropped to their knees with their eyes on the floor.

"M-master! I'm..."

"Don't speak, Sarabeth. It's best if you didn't right now." Kitten raised her head.

"It's all my fault, Sir..." I snapped my fingers and she fell silent.

"I guess I don't have to say how seriously disappointed I am in both of you right now." Their heads sunk even lower towards the floor and they both shivered a little at my cold tone.

I turned my back on them to look at the others. Six pairs of wide eyes and alarmed looks gazed back as I pointed to the door. "Arena. Five laps. Shower. Cage. Now." When I snapped my fingers they all leapt up without a sound and trotted out the door with more than one backward glance.

Still standing with my back to the laundry room with my arms folded I said "Finish the laundry. Do not speak. Do not touch. Come find me when you are done." I stood for a moment and listened to their hurried activity before I strode away.

It was two very penitent and somewhat frightened pets that came in and knelt side by side on the floor of my office a few minutes later. They were both pale and sober looking and neither one of them looked up at me at all as they came in silently and knelt down, eyes on the floor. I merely glanced up as they entered and went back to typing an email, pretending to ignore them. The longer they knelt there listening to the rattling of my keyboard the more unnerved they got. When I finally rose and pushed my chair back, they both gasped softly and jumped just a little.

Wordlessly, I wandered down the wall where all of my ponies awards were displayed. I made a pretense of straightening this and that as I passed and strolled behind them to the portrait wall. There used to be just one painting there. A portrait of Nathan and Sarabeth and Gael painted by a talented young man whom I had met at one of the Gatherings. Now there were a dozen paintings hanging there. Some by that young man and some by Gael. My very favorite of them all was placed right in the middle of the arrangement. It was the last picture I had that young man do for me before I set him up in his own gallery last year.

Based on the infamous "Pink Floyd: Back Catalog" picture, it showed all of my ponies sitting on a wooden bench together with their tails hanging off of the edge, facing away from the viewer. All of their faces were turned slightly to the side as if they were speaking to each other. Even from the back my ponies were all beautiful.

Now that I had added Ash and hopefully tonight Jessica, I was going to have to find room and an idea for another portrait. Hmm...

"Do I really need to say anything, Sarabeth?"

"N-no, Master." She said miserably. "I'm sorry."

"You aren't quite sorry enough yet, pony girl."

"No, Sir. But I am sure I will be before the night is over."

"You got that right." She took a deep breath and straightened her back, hands coming up to intertwine behind her head, eyes still on the floor.

"I am ready, my Master." I smiled softly.

"Good girl, love." As I walked back around in front of the two girls to perch one cheek on the padded cube I kept there for my ponies to kneel on, I could see Jess glancing at Sarabeth out of the corner of her eye and wondering if she should imitate her posture. And she was nervously trying to keep an eye on me as well.

"This was supposed to be the night of your tailing ceremony, Jessica. It was going to be the night when you finally became mine forever."

"W-was, Sir?" I sat more comfortably and crossed one leg over my knee.

"Was." She flinched a little at my tone and paled even more.

"Possibly past tense. I'm not sure yet. How can I make you one of my pets if I cannot trust you, girl?" Her eyes got that hard stubborn stare again.

"It's not my fault that she's so damn pretty..." she muttered. Her eyes flickered up to me, trying to put on an arrogant front but failed. "And you have been driving me crazy..." I leaned closer. I had to find a chink in her armor. Something to break all the way through.

"So it's my fault then? Obviously your former Master never taught you any sort of self control." A frown appeared between her eyebrows. Those big blue eyes looked at me and she almost shouted.

"That's not true! My Master spent days and days teaching me self control! He worked with me all of the time. Inventing games and scenarios. He..." Her voice faded away.

"He..." She swallowed hard. Her eyes went back to the floor and she shivered.

"And you let him down just now, didn't you?" She blinked hard and a single tear slid from her eye and down her cheek.

"Y-yes, Sir. I did." Another tear.

"He loved you."

"Y-yes, Sir."

"And you loved him." She nodded and a tear dripped onto her lap.

"He sent you to me after he died because he loved you and wanted you to be loved and taken care of for the rest of your life. And now because you were a greedy and horny little minx instead of a respectful and well behaved pet like he taught you to be, you may have blown that chance." The girl trembled hard and her lips worked but nothing came out.

Finally she managed to say, in a voice so small I could barely hear it: "I-I'm sorry, Sir."

I wasn't really sure which Sir she was speaking to. Sarabeths eyes were darting back and forth between us and her lower lip trembled. She was so tender hearted that I knew she wanted to take the girl in her arms to soothe her and wipe away her tears with her kisses. But I wasn't going to allow that just yet.

"You know that I am going to punish you." Unable to speak, Jess just nodded jerkily.

"I'm willing to make a deal, kitten. If you readily accept whatever punishment I declare, then we can put this incident behind us. Then afterward you will get your tail and be one of us for the rest of your life."

"Do you agree, kitten?" Her mouth opened and a sigh slipped out. Trembling, she lifted her head and straightened her spine in stages. Her hands shook as she interlaced her fingers behind her head. Her eyes were red as she glanced at me and then looked back at the floor.

"I... I'm ready, S-sir."

"Five each." I said "With the belt."

I got to watch both of them shiver hard and break out in goose bumps as they paled. 

Two sets of eyes went wide in alarm.

Two sets of nipples got instantly hard.