Seven Tails: Tail 02

Patting him on the cheek I said "Good night, Nathan."

"Good night, Master........."

Chapter Seven

I had returned Sarabeth to her cage that evening after we had retired to my bed to work off some of Masters frustrations. Seeing her and Nathan together for the first time had gotten me awfully wound up and I needed some serious release. She was walking funny but smiling happily, if a bit tiredly, when I returned her to her cage for the night.

When I kissed her goodnight and shut her door I purposefully left the curtains of both cages open so they would be able to see each other in the morning. I told her that his first day would be centered on assimilation and learning the details of how his life was going to be. She told me that she would do her very best.

Naturally, I was up hours before either of my pets were. It was just how I was. I never slept more than three or four hours at a time and hadn't in years. Before the sun even peeked over the horizon I had run two miles on the indoor track, rode a few miles on the stationary bike, hit the weight machine and practiced my Tai Chi routine in front of the big mirror in the weight room.

After all, I had to be in shape too. I couldn't expect my pets to train hard if I didn't train just as hard myself. Besides, it took a lot of energy just to keep up with Sarabeth and now that I had Nathan as well, I needed to keep myself in tip top condition.

It was so hard being me, sometimes.

A long relaxing shower and a good breakfast later found me at my desk hard at work. Emails from my peers and my stock broker and various agents I had here and there. An occasional note from a family member. Supplies to be ordered and shipments to track. It didn't really take that long, but it was tedious. I was half tempted to go find somebody who could be a pony and a good office manager /secretary at the same time. That would be nice.

I hadn't checked in on the stables in several hours. They were both still asleep last time I paid any attention to my video monitor. As I glanced up I could see Sarabeth sitting cross legged on her bed, brushing out her long beautiful hair. She raised a hand and shook her head and wagged a finger at Nathan. He had apparently just come out of the shower and was standing at the front of his cage with a towel around his hips. I thought about saying something but I could see that Sarabeth was talking so I just turned up the volume to listen.

"...allowed to wear any clothes unless Master tells us to! If Master catches you, you'll get punished!"

"But... It's just a towel! I just got out of the shower!"

She crossed her arms over her chest, making her small breasts jut out even more. "That's your choice, Nathan! If you want to start your day getting a shock or more stripes with the tawse or the crop it's up to you! But I will tell you right now that starting the day out making Master angry is really not a good idea!"

He bowed his head to her logic and stripped off the towel and hung it up in the shower stall. He was shy enough to keep his hands in front of his crotch while he went back over and sat on the bed. But I could see that even that early in the morning he was already half hard and trying not to show it. Just seeing her naked had that effect on me as well. I could just imagine adding the aphrodisiac to the mix.

I turned down the volume and went back to work. The two of them spent a good portion of the day sitting at the fronts of their cages chatting. A few times I could see him up and pacing back and forth agitated. From his body language I could see he was angry and frustrated and the constant erection he had going was making him irritated and frustrated and a little embarrassed as well. Once I saw him get up and grab the cage door and shake it violently. A quick #3 shock through his ankle shackle brought that activity to an abrupt halt as he leapt back and went down to clutch his ankle. Crouching on the floor, I could see him looking up at the cameras. His face was angry and his lips were moving. I wasn't listening, but I knew what he was saying wasn't pleasant. I stepped up to a #4 and gave him a half second jolt which brought him all the way to the floor, curled up in a little ball. Sarabeth jumped up and ran to the corner of her cage and thumbed the intercom button.

"Yes, dear?"

"Please don't be angry with him, Master! He's just angry and frustrated. He's trying hard to understand, really!"

"I get that, Sarabeth. It's a new situation and a little hard to accept, granted. But even if he is upset, he has to obey the rules or take the consequences. You told him not to touch the bars, yes?"

"Yes, Master. But..."

"And I wasn't listening to what he said but the expression on his face reeked of disrespect. That will not be tolerated now or ever. While I admire and even encourage my pets to have spirit, I will not now and not ever have any tolerance for disrespect. Especially not from a pony. And definitely not one of my own. He has to learn that and learn it quickly or his life here will be very difficult and very painful."

"Yes, Master." she sighed. "I am trying to teach him."

My voice softened. "I know you are, love. You are a very good girl. You always try your best." I sighed. "I'll tell you what. It's ten o'clock now. We will start our physical training for the day this afternoon at one o'clock. That gives you three more hours of alone time. I will endeavor to be blind and deaf until then. If he has anything to say that he doesn't want me to hear, make sure he gets it out of his system before then. Because at one o'clock I will be there personally and if there are any problems I will deal with them.... personally. Understand?"

"I understand, Master. We will be ready."

"Good girl. I can always count on you. Get some lunch and relax."

"Yes, Master!" I looked over at Nathan, who had uncurled some but was still sitting on the floor clutching his ankle.

"Nathan."

"Yes, Master?" He looked up at the cameras suspiciously and with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Behave yourself. Listen to Sarabeth. She is your best friend here. She will never steer you wrong. And she only wants you to be happy. Remember that." I paused for a second and added "I want you to be happy here too, Nathan. Despite what you may think."

"Y-yes, Master. I.... I am trying to understand."

"I know you are, Nathan. At heart you are a good boy. I will see you at one. Be ready."

"Yes, Master!"

For the most part I endeavored to keep my promise to be blind and deaf to what was going on in the cages. But I did sneak a peek now and then. I saw them both sitting close to the bars talking and munching their kibble, which isn't as awful as it sounds. It's a mix of granola and fruits and nuts, like trail mix of a sort. Some sweet and some salty. Very filling and nutritious. I also added some muscle building vitamins and supplements and bits of it now and then randomly contained small doses of the aphrodisiac that I used. Just enough to keep them sexually charged and a little bit on edge. I can imagine that, watching the chemistry flow between those two, I could have dropped it and not made that much of a difference.

In the past I had allowed Sarabeth to eat at least four meals a week with me. She got to eat what I did either at my table or from a picnic hamper. Now and then we would sit together in her cage and eat and quite often we would be curled up on my bed eating cheese and crackers and giggling about leaving crumbs in the bed. Sometimes I prepared our meals and sometimes she did and sometimes we did it together. She was a pretty good cook and between the two of us we got even better. Now with our new addition we would have to continue that tradition, depending on his behavior. It was a simple reward to use.

Right after lunch Sarabeth signaled me again on the intercom and asked for her cabinet to be opened. I popped the door and went back to work, thinking nothing of it. When I glanced up later I saw that she had most of the contents of her cabinet spread out on the floor of her cage, explaining each piece of gear to Nathan as she went while he sat there wide-eyed.

And just before one I saw her kneeling at the door, showing him how to present to me, eyes down with her hands on her thighs, legs slightly spread. She also put on her collar and leash, showing him how I wanted the leash held up for my hand. Nathan mimicked her movements perfectly and I smiled.

We spent three hours out in the corral, starting first with basic stances and moving on to slow movements and gaits. Even though he had behaved enough for me to unshackle his hands, I kept the lead rope attached to his bridle firmly in my grip. There was no way I was going to afford him a chance to bolt. The crop was in my other hand and I mostly used it for light touches and pats to direct him. Only occasionally did I have to give him a swat on the behind when he was distracted by Sarabeths body or other things. He was uncomfortable in his training harness and it made him even more self conscious when he put it on. He had watched in rapt attention while Sarabeth inserted her tail in her bottom and strapped herself into her harness before we started. He very nearly came without even touching himself by the time she was dressed. But when she mentioned him getting his own tail he blanched and his hardon drooped considerably. That situation remedied itself quickly as he watched Sarabeth prancing in her harness with that blond tail switching back and forth. The leather pouch that covered his prick was taut and bulging for most of the training session.

Despite his quite natural reticence, Nathan actually did fairly well for his first day. From the look on his face, he was doing it more to impress Sarabeth than me, but that was fine. Whatever motivated him to behave and perform was fine with me. I'm sure he would develop many different things to motivate him in the future.

Not being used to physical activity like that, Nathan tired out pretty quickly. We would be working on his stamina, for sure. I decided to let him rest a little and let him watch Sarabeth's dressage routine. I'm sure that would get his blood flowing again. A padlock secured the end of his lead to the fence rail and I grabbed his wrist and cuffed it to the rail as well.

Nathan looked down at his wrist and said "That's not necessary, Master."

"I don't like to leave anything to chance."

He shrugged. "As you said, where would I go?"

"Not very far and not very fast." I shrugged back and gestured to the handcuff. "And this way you won't be tempted to do anything stupid and I won't have to hurt you. It would upset Sarabeth if I was forced to hurt you. I don't like upsetting her."

"You keep her in a cage and threaten to beat her and treat her like an animal and you're worried about upsetting her?"

"While you were talking did she ever once express a wish to leave here, Nathan? Did she once ever express dissatisfaction with her present situation or her surroundings or with me?"

"She obviously knows better. You were listening. She didn't want to get shocked like I did. I don't blame her."

I shook my head, hands on my hips. "After that first time I wasn't listening, Nathan. And obviously, neither were you. I told her I wouldn't so I turned the volume down and ignored you." I turned slightly to watch the little blond while she stretched and limbered up for her routine. God, she was beautiful!

"Nathan, in the two years that Sarabeth has been my pony I never once had to shock her. I never once had to beat her or discipline her in any way." I looked more sharply at him and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I did offer to cane her bottom so you could watch. I have caned her before. I have also used a paddle, a crop, the tawse, a small cat and my hand on her beautiful little ass. I've even put clips on those delightful little nipples. But never once as punishment. Never once."

"If you would have been paying attention you would have seen the reaction her body had when I offered to cane her for you. Sure, she knew it would hurt. And I have never given her as many as ten strokes before. But she knew that watching her enduring that kind of pain would excite me and the thought of doing it to excite you lit her up like a Christmas tree. I'm willing to bet she would have come at least twice."

"It wouldn't have excited me to see you beat her."

"You still don't get it, do you, boy? Getting caned wouldn't have excited her. But the thought of getting caned. The idea that she was willing to make that kind of sacrifice for you. Trading pain for pleasure. That is what got her excited. Showing me, and you, that she would be willing to do anything..... anything at all to please me, Nathan. Because that is what Sarabeth's world is all about. Pleasing her Master." I stepped a little closer until I was inches away from him as he backed up against the steel railing of the corral.

"Sarabeth is a true submissive, Nathan. Just like you."

"I.....I'm not like her."

"No?" I reached down with one deft move and unsnapped the pouch that covered his genitals. His semi hard prick flipped out of the pouch and into my fingers which closed on it gently but firmly. Nathans whole body went rigid with shock and fear. His eyes were wide and his mouth open, preparing to scream but no noise came out.

"Resist me." Nothing but a small squeak came out of his throat.

"Do you like having another man squeezing your prick, Nathan?" Once again, he tried to speak but nothing came out. He just shook his head. But the reactions of his body belied his signals. His prick was rapidly getting harder and larger in my grip. My hand slipped up and down and stroked him a little and he moaned and bit his lip, trying to stop more sounds from coming out.

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

"N-n-no......P-lease....."

"Then why don't you resist me?"

"I....."

My hand stroked him a little harder now that he was fully erect. Nathans legs were starting to tremble and he was flushed a deep red all over that pretty olive skin. I stepped even closer until my nose was half an inch from his and I stared into those frightened brown eyes.

"Who am I , Nathan?" My hand stopped it's motion and just held his organ in my fingers. I could feel it twitch in my grip. He held my gaze for a few seconds, then turned his head away and looked at the ground in defeat.

"Y-y-you are m-my M-master."

"And who are you?"

"I am your p-pony, Master." My hand released his prick and came up and patted his cheek gently.

"You are a good boy, Nathan. And you are going to be an excellent pony. You are going to learn to please me in so many different ways."

"Oh god....."

Sarabeth stepped around the corner to change into her dressage boots so I knew we had a couple more minutes before she was ready. Those boots were awesome but they had laces a quarter of a mile long and took some time to adjust and tie properly. When I looked back at Nathan he was fumbling with his pouch with one hand trying to cover his erection. I snapped my fingers and said "Leave it open. You're just going to hurt yourself if you try to put it back now. Besides," a little smirk played it's way across my lips. "Sarabeth will appreciate the salute." He sighed and dropped his free hand to his side.

"Yes, Master."

Leverage. It was all about leverage. I just had to chip away at his resistance until he finally realized that being mine was what he really wanted. There would be some necessary damage to his ego, but that would get replaced with other things in the long run. I knew this was going to be a long uphill battle and, after all, this was only really the first day. We'd already come farther than I had hoped.

I had patience.

On the other hand, I burned to have this lovely young man in my bed. Just looking at him, especially now, practically naked in his harness with his prick jutting out like an iron bar, his skin pink with need and embarrassment, panting just a little; sent my blood chemistry racing off in all directions. My own cock was dancing around in my pants and working it's way down my leg, throbbing to the beat of my pulse. Randy had never really affected me like that, when he was my pony. Sure, being in bed with him was amusing and different. But it was still just sex. With Nathan it was different.

Perhaps it was because I was going to have to fight him and conquer him before he would give himself to me. Randy had merely given his body to me because I owned him and it was expected. With Nathan I was going to have to prove to him that I was his Master and make him submit his body to me against what he thought were his own desires. From the very beginning, Nathan had made it clear that he was a staunch heterosexual with absolutely no interest in other men. Yet I had just chiseled a small hole in his defenses by making him get hard in my hand while he was declaring that he didn't like it one bit.

Chink! I just had to keep chipping away.

"So Nathan, tell me." I was suddenly conversational. "What do you think of Sarabeth? You're not still mad at her over our little deception back in town, are you?"

"No, Master. I'm not mad at her anymore." He managed to look me in the eye and raise an eyebrow, trying to rally his defenses. "I'm pissed off at you about that, not her. She was only doing what you told her to." I nodded.

"Good. She really likes you, you know. And she really wants you to like her. I think you are going to make an awesome team."

"I like her just fine. She's........ She's the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. Inside and out. Even with..." He rattled the cuff holding him to the fence and gestured with his other hand at his harness. "Even with all of this..... Just being around her makes me happy. It's like nothing can go wrong if she's around. Even if...." He gestured at himself again. "That's not really true."

"But it is true, Nathan. This is exactly what you wanted."

"Not hardly."

"You told me so yourself. In an email. Let me try to remember what it was you said. Oh yes.

'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.'

And that is exactly what you said to me."

"It's rather obvious that she's not a Domme."

"Sarabeth! A question, dear!"

She poked her head around the corner. "Yes? I'm almost ready, Master!"

"Question. If Nathan were willing to be sub for you what would you do to him?"

She looked at Nathan standing there with his prick hanging out and a big smile made it's way across her lips. Her tongue slipped out and slowly licked her upper lip. Then she lowered her voice just a little and said "I would tie him down and spank his ass pink and fuck him until he couldn't walk straight!" Then she winked at me and said "That's what I would do to him, Master!" Nathan gasped and his eyes went wide and his prick stood up hard again.

He gasped again and a moan escaped his lips as Sarabeth came back around the corner dressed in her dressage gear. She'd added a halter that encompassed her head with leather straps and had small purely decorative blinders on either side. A large blue jewel, the same color as her eyes, was set in a silver chasing in the center of the strap that ran across her forehead and made it look like a crown. Identical jewels were set in her bracelets that managed to look like shackles on her wrists. She shone and sparkled in the sunlight as she turned.

But the most impressive part, other than Sarabeth herself, was her boots. They were shiny black and came all the way up her calves almost to her knees. Made like high heeled boots, they bent her foot downwards but they actually had no heel at all. The support all went down to the ball of the foot where the bottom of the boot was attached to an actual steel horse shoe. They made her almost three inches taller and made her walk upright with her spine straight and her breasts thrust forward..