Seven Tails: Tail 05

The topper for her ensemble was a slim black Domino Harlequin mask over her eyes.

Her statement was "I am Domme."

It was loud and clear.

I knew a certain little subbie lad who was probably going to be needing a clean pouch on his harness very soon.

Smiling, I held out my elbow for my niece. "Mistress Belle, you look positively radiant. I do believe this role suits you. Shall we go see what our pets are up to?"

Giggling, she slipped her hand onto my arm. "Certainly, handsome Master Max."

I motioned Wendy closer and drew her in, thanking her with my lips and one hand squeezing her snug little bottom. When our lips parted I whispered promises into her ear that made her blush all the way down into her chest and those little brown nipples stiffen with anticipation.

As she tried to turn away Belle snagged her too and pulled her in for a kiss as well. "Thank you so much, Wendy. I couldn't have done this without you." My sweet little pet blushed again as she stepped back and curtseyed low to her. "The pleasure was all mine, Mistress Belle. I'm happy to serve you."

When we stepped towards the doorway Belle whispered to me out of the corner of her mouth. "I'm not sure if I can get used to being called that." I chuckled softly and patted her hand. "It's a role you were born to play, my dear. You are a DuMonde, after all. This... is what we do."

Timing is everything. We pushed this constantly and my crew had been working together as a team for so long they had it down pat. Like a veteran entertainment troupe, my pets loved putting on a show and wowing an audience.

This is what we did.

Wendy scuttled out ahead of us to get in line with my other ponies. They lined up, boys on one side and girls on the other. As one they all put their right foot forward and bowed. Belles eyes went wide and then even wider.

Framed by my bowing ponies stood her husband in full harness, clipped to the traces of my racing cart. Belles hand went to her mouth and she whispered "Oh my god!"

I have to admit, he looked good in that. With the blinders on, he couldn't see what was going on around him, but one or more of mine had told him to stand perfectly still and wait to have the desired effect.

I suspected Nathan's hand in that. He always had a flair for the dramatic. He didn't let me down this time either. As we drew closer to the end of the line, Nathan bowed even lower and intoned "Mistress Belle, your chariot awaits." She paused for a half second and her grip tightened on my arm as she shivered all over in delight. Just past the end of the line I could see the young man fighting with his instincts and desires to turn his head and see what was going on past his blinders.

It was a credit to his self control that he managed to still himself long enough. I'd have hated to spoil the surprise.

At any rate, it was well worth the wait for the both of them. I looked back and forth as she gaped at him and he gaped at her; two pairs of eyes wide, two shivers and two sets of matching goosebumps.

There was an electrically charged silence that lasted for several long seconds. The weird thing my brain does imagined holding up a light bulb between them, just to see if it would light up.

A book of matches would have definitely burst into flame.

Someone behind me, I think it was Nathan, made a small noise. Just a soft throat clearing. It was enough to jump start Chris's brain and remember his hurried instructions. He blinked several times, then lowered his head and eyes with one foot forward, bowing as low as he could still clipped to the traces.

"M-mistress..." he said softly. Belle shivered again. Letting go of my arm, she took his face in her hands and lifted his eyes to hers.

"Oh my god..." She murmured softly, a smile playing around her lips. "Baby, you look so good..." Belle leaned in carefully between the blinders and kissed him. I almost think she forgot for a moment that we were all standing there as she added. "I so want you right now." The chuckles that erupted from the line of ponies made her jerk back and blush furiously.

Thinking this was a good time to break the tension and move things along, I stepped forward and waved a hand at the cart. "Are you ready to take your first real pony ride, dear?" Belle hiked up her skirt and climbed carefully into the seat of the cart, a wide smile on her face. As we had planned earlier, Nathan and Sarabeth moved in to flank Chris to set the pace and Daniel and David each took the outside lanes.

This way Belle had a fine view of five ponies all doing what they did best with her favorite young man in the middle of the pack. I was pretty sure that even with the smorgasbord of flesh in front of her she was going to have her eyes riveted to only one enticing backside during the run.

From the look on her face and the slight flush still on her skin, it looked like it might not be a bad idea if my nieces young husband still had some energy when they got back to the house. I was pretty sure he was going to need it.

I caught Belles eye and winked then called out "Three laps! Medium pace! At your call, love." With a sunny smile she shook the reins and chucked as they started off down the track.

As I watched them fade into the first turn, two warm bodies came up on either side of me and two arms crossed behind my back. Wendy and Gael each snuggled under a shoulder and leaned their heads against me.

"Master..." Wendy said softly. "You are such a good man."

"And such an evil bastard." Gael added from the other side.

I laughed loud and long as I squeezed them both.

"Ladies," I said. "That is the story of my life."