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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.
"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?"
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.
Two sets of thighs twitched as their bottom clenched reflexively.

And two mouths opened simultaneously and whispered "Yes, Sir."

My hand went to my waist and unbuckled my belt and drew it out as they both watched nervously. I doubled it over and laid it on one side of the cube and stood up.

"Sarabeth, since you have been mine for the longest and should have known better, you get to go first." She gulped hard.

"Y-yes, Master." She started to rise and I waved her down.

"Jessica. Come here, girl." Pale and nervous, the girl rose to her feet and walked to me slowly with her hands clenched over her bottom. I arranged her with her bottom perched on the edge of the cube, legs spread wide apart and her toes barely touching the floor. The I put a hand in the center of her chest and pushed her back until she was laying down on the pad, those big blue eyes looking at me with a hint of fear in them.

At a motion, Sarabeth rose and I stood her in between the girls thighs and bent her over at the waist until she laid her body on top of the other girl. Without my direction, their arms went around each other tightly. I grasped Jess's ankles and brought her legs up until they locked around the little blonds slim waist.

"You hold her tight, Jessica. And don't let her wiggle."

"Y-yes, Sir." Both of their eyes were rolling around and each of them was keeping a close eye on the belt laying next to them.

"Did you like kissing my pony girl, Jess?"

"Y-yes, Sir. I did."

"Do you think it was worth it?"

"Ummm... maybeeee, Sir?" I smiled a little grimly.

"Well... I'll ask you that question again after it's your turn."

"Oooohhh... yes, Sir." I picked up the belt and placed the buckle in my palm and started wrapping the leather around my hand until there was about eighteen inches of strap hanging down. Both of them froze in place and watched and when I stepped behind them they both shivered and moaned.

"Did you like kissing my kitten, pony girl?"

"Oooohhh.. yes, Sir" Her voice trembled.

"Good. I hope it was worth it, then. Kiss her again, Sarabeth. Keep kissing her until I am done. If you don't keep your lips together I will start all over again. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Master. I ... Ummm... Ohh... Mmmmm..." She lowered her head and they kissed a little nervously then opened their lips to each other and kissed passionately. Her creamy thighs were clamped tight together and her delightful little bottom was clenched up tight. When I placed my hand in the small of her back she flinched and moaned into Jessica's mouth. And since I had them so engaged with each other she never saw my hand raise and fall.

The first blow across her ass made her squeak loudly and she almost pulled away from the other girls lips. If it hadn't been for Jess holding her so tightly, I might have had to start again. And angry red welt appeared across both of her ass cheeks.

"One" I said.

The second one fell across her left cheek, from the center almost to her hip. She cried out in a muffled way and stood up on her tip toes.

"Two."

The third went across the other side, leaving a matching stripe. Sarabeth bounced slowly on her toes, flexing and trying to still the pain.

"Three."

The fourth went across both cheeks again, just below the first. Jess's feet tightened around her and her toes curled up tight as Sarabeth cried into her mouth.

"Four."

The last one went right across the bottom of both cheeks, just above her thighs. The sweet spot. That was the place that I either made first or last, depending on my mood. Sometimes I avoided it and sometimes I concentrated my efforts there.

This time it made her squeal loud and she went up on her toes and then dance up and down, kicking her feet as much as she could move.

"And that was five, pony girl." I laid the belt back down and ran my hand slowly over her striped bottom, making her whimper and twitch at my touch. I left her lay there for a moment while I softly stroked her bottom until her whimpers trailed to a stop. I grabbed the other girls ankles and unwrapped her from Sarabeths waist as I helped her to stand. My pony girl was shaking all over and she threw herself in my arms as soon as she turned around and cried into my shoulder.

"Master, I'm so sorry..." My arms wrapped around her and I kissed the side of her head. "It's all right now, my sweet little pony. It's over and done with. Sssshhhh..." I patted her back.

Jessica had sat up and her eyes were on Sarabeths flaming striped bottom. As soon as Sarabeth relaxed a little I said "Stand up, kitten." She looked up at me with her eyes begging for mercy. "Please, Sir... I've never...I'll be... please, Master."

I just looked at her for a moment until she lowered her eyes and stood up.

"You have two choices, Kitten. I offered a compromise. You can take your punishment and it will be over. Then you will be mine forever. Or you can leave."

"I... don't want to leave, Sir."

"Good girl." Out of deference for my pony girls tender behind, I assisted her in laying down with her bottom off the side of the padding. Trembling hard, Jess lay down between her soft thighs murmuring "Oh... oh... oh..." and when Sarabeth wrapped her legs around her waist she moaned and shivered hard.

They both moaned again when I picked up the belt and wrapped it around my hand. And she cried out when I put my hand in the small of her back. "Oh please, Master!"

"Kiss my pony girl, kitten. Remember, if you pull your lips away I will start all over again."

"Ooooohhhhh... Mmmmm..." Sarabeth grabbed her head and pulled her lips into hers hard, holding her firmly in place as my hand came up for the first time.

Being a firm but fair evil bastard, I laid the stripes on her bottom in the same place and order that I had used on Sarabeth. The first one went right across the middle of both cheeks making her cry out and her legs tighten up.

"One."

The second went across one cheek making her jump and pull against the soft but firm bonds of my pony girls legs and arms and her fists beat against the padding on the cube.

"Two."

The third made her cry into Sarabeths mouth and she shuddered hard as I striped her other ass cheek.

"Three."

The fourth was again across both cheeks and she let out a shriek and went up on her tiptoes.

"Four."

And the fifth one went right across the sweet spot making her dance and kick as her sister pet had done just a few moments before. She cried out and wiggled hard.

"And that was five and now we are done." I took a minute and threaded my belt back around my waist. Once my hands were free I put a hand softly on her striped bottom and stroked it, making her shiver and gasp.

When she calmed down some I helped her up and then turned Sarabeth over on her tummy and had Jess lay down right next to her face down across the padded top.

"Just stay right there for a moment, girls." They both looked nervously over their shoulders at me.

"What..." Jess stammered. "What are you going to d-do to us, Master?" Both pairs of bottoms were clenching up in anticipation.

"Just stay right there, love. I'll be right back."

Stepping across the hall into the bathroom, I grabbed four washcloths and ran them under cold water and got them nice and cool and wet. Both of the girls smiled softly when they saw what was in my hands and they shivered and sighed at the feeling when I placed a cool wet cloth across each burning cheek.

"Mmmm..." Sarabeth cooed. "Master, you are such a gentle man."

That was such an odd thing to hear from someone that I had just striped with my belt. But hey, welcome to my world.

Five

It was about two hours later that Jess chose Sarabeth to put her first of my tails into her still bright red bottom. It was another first for us, having a pet that had already worn a tail before. But she still got her hands bound behind her back as she bent over the hassock and everybody gathered around to help our new pet girl relax while Sarabeth gently lubed her up and slipped the plug into her tight little ass. Her face was almost as red as her cheeks from being in such a crowd for such a thing and when she let out a yelp as it slid home, they all cheered.

I'd had a hell of a time trying to make a kitten tail. The pony tails were easy, as I had been making them for years now. I'd actually had to sneak into Jess's cage and "borrow" that tail he had made for her to figure out how he did it, then put it carefully back together and return it without her knowing. That made me feel like kind of a sneak. But if I was going to be making kitten tails, I wanted to know how to do it right.

The first time I gave a pony her first tail it was just Sarabeth and I. Moments later I made love to her for the very first time right there on my living room carpet with her tail still making her squeak as she wiggled her bottom against the floor.

Then there was Nathan.

And then Gael.

And tonight there was a serious dog pile of ponies on the floor with my very first kitten, making her squirm and squeak with their hands and lips and fingers and tongues and their sweet words of encouragement in her ear.

And I got to listen and watch while she gasped and moaned and came with their help, her poor sore bottom wiggling against the rug.

Since they both had sore bottoms, I got to have both a kitten and a pony kneeling on either side of my chair at dinner. That earned some odd looks. And a few laughs. At one point I pulled the spoon out of my ice cream and leaned over and placed it against Kittens ass. She gasped and squeaked and knelt straight up, then got a nice smile and a wiggle as she sat back down and said "That feels nice..."

And once again Sarabeth was there the first time I brought my new kitten to my bed. She was always there with the new ones. At least with the girls. They were usually nervous and she always had a calming effect on them. But she and I had a long discussion about the situation beforehand. And then I had a long discussion with the both of them together. I absolutely wanted no repeat of the events earlier in the day. They both solemnly swore that it would never happen again without permission.

I'm pretty willing to bet that the lesson would stay with both of them for awhile.

Kitten was pretty proud of her new tail and she had showed it off to everyone. And I did love the things it did to her when she walked. She resisted slightly when I suggested that she take it out before she came to my bed. "But Masterrrrr..." she whined. "He... I... We... I've often played with my tail in, Sir. I like the feeling. Being full on both sides." She blushed a little and added "And if you want my...bottom... you can always take it out yourself, Master." She gave me those big eyes again. "Pretty please, Master?"

How could I resist?

It's not like she hadn't already seen me naked. As I had mentioned, she was forced to watch me play with all of my ponies at one time or another in the last three days. But her eyes were wide and her hands shook just a little bit as her and Sarabeth crawled up onto the bed and lay down on either side of my body. Kitten crawled up and hid her face in my neck and turned her body into mine, hiding herself from our gaze. It took Sarabeth and I several minutes to gently coax her out and lay her head on my chest. Her cheeks were red and she shivered just a little.

"What's wrong, kitten?"

"I... I'm shy, Sir."

"Girl, you have been completely naked in my house in front of me and all of my ponies for the last three days. And just a couple of hours ago, Sarabeth lubed up your ass and stuck a plug in it. Why are you so shy now?"

"I'm in your bed, Master. And I know you are going to f...fuck me."

"Yes girl, I am. I'm going to make love to every inch of my pet kitten's little body. You knew that when you came here, Kitten. And, off and on, you will get to share a bed with all of my ponies as well. That is how we play here."

"Y-yes, Master. I know. B-but..." she trailed off.

Sarabeth leaned over and put a hand against her cheek and kissed her softly.

"Tell us what's wrong, Kitten. Master is a gentle and very understanding man." That made me smile a little with pride. The girl put a hand on my little blond pony's face and kissed her back, then sighed and lay her head down on my chest.

"Despite what you may think, I've always been... shy... about... sex. Before my Master took me I didn't have much... experience." I patted her back and hugged her to my chest. The pony girl across my chest from her snuggled back down and lay until they were face to face, their fingers intertwined between them.

"We don't think anything, Kitten. We just want you to be happy here. Know that you are always safe and loved." She squeezed Jess's fingers, brought them to her lips and kissed them. "And wanted, of course. Because we all want you." The girl blushed and hid her face the best she could muttering "I don't know why..."

I reached down and grabbed her ear and shook it lightly. "Because you are a sweet girl, Jess. Sweet and smart and loving and very very hot. You make me proud to be your Master and you make all of my ponies proud to be your brothers and sisters. Isn't that a good enough reason?" She looked up at me and smiled softly, then kissed me.

"Yes, Master. That's good enough."

"I should hope so, Kitten. Because Master is horny." Both of them chuckled.

"Master, is there ever a time when you aren't horny?" I shook my head.

"Are you kidding? I have seven ponies and a kitten. Each of them exciting in different ways. Each more astoundingly beautiful than the next. I will be constantly horny until the day I die. Which hopefully won't be any time soon, because I have a lot of things I want to do before then." I looked down at Kitten and added "One of those things I want to do is you, pet kitten. Repeatedly." She giggled and kissed me again.

"You sound just like him, Sir."

"I will take that as a compliment, Kitten. Sarabeth, come over to this side, pony girl. Lets get our kitten comfy and warmed up." Gently, I put a hand on the girls shoulder and rolled her over onto her back. The blond climbed over our bodies and settled in on the other side, reaching up to the headboard and handing me a length of rope.

"Ah. Just the thing. Good girl." Jess looked at us both with wide eyes while we stretched her arms over her head and quickly bound her wrists together, snugging the end of the rope to the metal eye planted deep into the wood of my headboard. She squeaked a little as her position tended to push her tail deeper into her tight little ass. I could tell it was the right thing to do. Her nipples were rock hard and her thighs were clamped tightly together while her hips squirmed. Sarabeth slipped a small pillow under her head and gave her a kiss.

Then another kiss.

Then she opened her mouth and kissed her deep and hard, her tongue slipping into the girls mouth as they sighed together. I lay on my side, with my semi hard prick laying against the kittens warm thigh while one finger traced around the large areola around one hard nipple. They were a nice contrast to the pale skin of her chest and drew my eyes to her every time I looked. Kitten had nice firm young titties and I was going to enjoy playing with them often. I already knew that her nipples were quite sensitive from some of our earlier play and that sometimes playing with them drove her crazy.

My finger made a few more circles then I extended my thumb, capturing that firm little nub and rolling it between finger and thumb, making her squirm and moan into Sarabeths mouth. The blond pulled away from her lips and smiled at me, then kissed her way down Kittens throat and chest to the other side. She stuck out her tongue, laving her other little nub with her saliva and then blew on it gently, making the girl gasp and squirm some more.

"Do you like that, Kitten?"

"Mmmm... yes, Master. But..." She writhed against her bonds.

"But...?"

"My hands, Sir."

"Is the rope too tight?"

"No, Master. I... want my hands free, Sir." I shook my head and chuckled.

"You wiggle too much, Kitten. You need to learn to lay still when Master wants you to. Behave or I'll tie your ankles, too." She groaned in frustration.

"Ooooo... Yes, Master."

My pony girl and I both leaned down and took a nipple in between our lips and then simultaneously closed our teeth gently but firmly on each one making her squeak and kick her feet a little. That little bit of motion, due to the fact that she was laying on her back, made her tail wiggle around in her bottom and made her gasp and squeak louder.

Self-perpetuating. I liked that.

Even if I didn't plan it that way.

At a look and a nod from me, we both reached down and put a hand inside the girls thighs and pulled her legs apart, draping a leg on each side across our knees, leaving her spread open. Kittens mouth was open and her eyes were wide. Sarabeth smiled up at her. My pony girls fingernails walked down over her belly and stopped just above that little patch of pubic hair and made little circles. I watched and smiled as her abdominal muscles danced and flexed.

"Do you want my pony girl to play with your pussy, Kitten?"

"Ahhhhh... Yes, Master. I do." Sarabeth smiled a little wicked grin.

"Do you want me to eat your pussy, Kitten?" She gasped and her eyes went closed tightly.

"Please, Sarabeth..." My girl brought her hand up and rested a finger on Kittens chin, just below her open mouth.

"Look me in the eyes and ask me nicely, Kitten."

Those big blue eyes came open wide and a flush spread over her cheeks. She tried to hide her face against her arm and panted for a moment, then the pressure of the finger on her chin made her look again.

"P-please, Sarabeth..." She stammered. "P-please eat m-my p-pussy." Her face flamed red as the words left her mouth. Sarabeth slipped her finger in between the girls lips. She closed her mouth on it and sucked on it like it was a miniature cock, her tongue wrapping around it while she panted through her nose softly.

"You will have to prove to Master and I that you really want it, Kitten. And everything else, too..."

As much as I loved it when Sarabeth was my sweet submissive little pony girl with a heart as big as the world who cared so much for everybody, I enjoyed it now and then when her inner Domme broke the surface. More than once I had watched while she had reduced one of my ponies to nothing more than a quivering puddle of spent pleasure. She rarely did it while in bed with me and another pet, always deferring to me on those matters. But I knew that she enjoyed it now and then. And it seemed like our new kitten was going to be her more than willing victim tonight.

Perhaps it was a little payback for the belt spanking she had just received. While Sarabeth had been the recipient of many spankings and paddlings from me over the years, she had only one actual "punishment" spanking before. The rest had just been foreplay. From the sounds of things earlier, it seemed to me that Kitten had been the instigator of that little incident that had led to them both getting striped with the belt.

Maybe now she was looking for a little revenge for that.

My pony girl was too sweet and too loving to do anything actually mean to the girl, but she would make sure that Jess paid the price for getting her punished.

From what I had heard over the years from my old friend, Kitten was a bit of a switch when it came to pretty girls. And subbie boys as well. He'd had to reign her in several times and ensure that she remembered her place.

I'm sure that was going to add some extra fun to the sexual dynamic here in my house.

But I digress. Things were happening while I was musing.

Sarabeth pulled her finger out of the girls mouth well coated with her saliva and placed it between her legs, making slow gentle circles around Kittens hard little clit.
"Count backwards from ten, Kitten. Slowly."

"Ooohhh...T-ten... nine... e-eight..." The fingertip made slow circles and her hips writhed.

"S-seven... aaahhhhh... s-six... five... Mmmmm..."

"If you stop counting I'll take my finger away."

"N-no please! F-four... aaahhhhh... T-three... Oh, god..."

"Keep going, Kitten."

"Oooohhh yes. T-two... one... Oh please, Sarabeth! Let me come please..." My pony shook her head then lifted her finger and stuck it back in the girls mouth.

"Not yet, Kitten. Now we start all over again." The girl moaned around her finger and mumbled something unintelligible all the while slurping on her fingertip and getting it well covered with her spit.

I lay there smiling and watched. My now hard prick trapped against Jess's warm firm thigh and my fingers softly squeezing a sweet perky little tit while my fingers idly tugged and pinched her hard nipple. By the time Sarabeth had run her through the routine for the fourth time her whole body was as tense as a violin string just aching for the Maestro to run a bow across her flesh. Both of her hands were clenched tight and her toes were curling up hard as she cried and begged for some release.

Once again Sarabeth placed a finger against the girls lips but this time she didn't let her take it in her mouth. Instead she just said "Ask your Master if you can come, Kitten. Ask him nicely."

The girl turned her desperate face to me with tears of desire welling in her eyes. "Please please please please Master... Please let me come, Sir. Please please please... I'll do anything you want, Master. I'll be a good kitten for you forever, Sir. But please please please let me coooommmmmeee..." I pretended to ponder for a moment and she whimpered "Oh god please, Master. Please please please..." I smiled.

"Will you do something for me, Kitten?"

"Anything you want, Master. Anything...!"

"If my pony girl makes you come with her mouth on your pussy, afterward you must make her come with your mouth on her pussy."

"Oh yes, Master. Unnnhhhh... I want to eat her pussy anyway, Sir. Mmmm... I want to make her come. I promise, master. I'll make her come... please, Sir." I smiled and kissed her and nodded to my pony girl who climbed over the girls leg and settled down on her tummy smiling softly. One soft kiss on the top of her pubic mound make the girl groan and shiver. Then Sarabeth lowered her mouth and settled it over Kittens pussy and started to lap at her slit with her soft hot little tongue. Kittens hips rolled and humped upwards. She moaned softly and said "Oh god, yes...Mmmmm..." Her eyes closed and her legs came up and crossed Sarabeths back, pulling her in.

Sarabeth rolled a little to the side and brought a hand up between the girls thighs, one long slim finger slipping inside of her, questing for her G-spot and massaging it with her fingertip. Kitten cooed and rolled her hips and murmured "Mmmmm...Oooohhh... Sarabeth, I love you..." I could see my pony girls eyes sparkle as she smiled into Kittens pussy.

Being the professional that my pony girl was, it didn't take long before the girls whole body started to tighten up in waves and she began gasping and lifting her hips up off of the bed. Little unintelligible noises came from her mouth and finally she gave a little squeak and froze for just a moment then clamped her legs around Sarabeths back and said "Mmmmmmmmm... Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh..." Kitten shivered all over as she came, bucking her pussy into my girls mouth. Her tongue flicking and lips suckling on her clit, Sarabeth expertly brought her to peak after peak slowing down incrementally until the girl finally went completely limp, her body concentrating on nothing but breathing.

Rolling a bit to the side, Sarabeth disentangled herself from the girls legs and stuck her finger in her own mouth, licking it clean of Kittens juices. The she lay with her cheek on the girls thigh and we both watched for a moment while Jess slowly calmed back down again and started breathing normally. Every now and then a little tingle would make her twitch.

"You got my kitten all sweaty, you know." I complained. Sarabeth grinned a little wickedly.

"I'm not at all sorry, Master. Now we can have fun cleaning her up and starting all over again." She put one hand back and rubbed her bottom. "Besides, she owes me." Her thighs rubbed together sinuously. "She owes me more than one."

Despite the fact that she looked so fetching with her hands bound, we untied our kitten and helped her into the bathroom. Sarabeth had her lean over the sink and we both grinned as she moaned and groaned as my pony removed her cute little kitten tail and cleaned it before we stepped into the shower.

Kitten perked up under the hot water as the shower revived her a bit. While the girls washed each others hair, I stood and shaved my face. Just as I was reaching for the soap afterward I felt a touch on my back and I turned. Both of my pets were there with smiles on their faces and soapy washcloths.

Ah, yes. Washing Master. Sometimes I wondered who enjoyed that more, them or me. I was pretty sure it was me, but they might argue the point. But I'm telling you right now that having two beautiful naked submissive pet girls giggling and splashing each other while getting you sparking clean is just a treat.

Once I was clean and rinsed off, Sarabeth went to her knees in front of me, her small warm hand wrapped around the shaft of my prick and those cornflower blue eyes looking up at me.

"May I, Master?" She begged. "Please?"

Like I was going to say "No." I nodded, of course.

"As long as you can share, pony girl. Teach Kitten how Master likes it." She dimpled.

"Of course, my Master. Come down here, Kitten." She took the girl by the hand and had her kneel down beside her. Kittens eye were wide. Although she had seen it repeatedly, this was the first time she had gotten this close. Like my pony girl, Kitten had a small mouth and my prick filled it completely. That was quite enjoyable to watch.

Smiling, I leaned back against the tile wall and enjoyed while Sarabeth tutored Jessica in how to please Master with her mouth. As I had heard, the girl was talented in that area. They switched back and forth so often that I wasn't really sure whose lips were wrapped around my prick when I finally shot my load. But at that point I didn't really care. There were two sets of lips and two tongues and two pairs of hands and somebody was sucking on my cock and whoever it was swallowed obediently.

That was all that mattered to me at the moment.

I'd gone to lie down on the bed and relax after a brisk toweling off by my two pets and I had left them in the bathroom to complete the long and arduous task of getting all of that hair dry. I kept mine about half an inch at it's longest so I could dry my hair with a paper towel if I needed to. But Jess's hair was a little bit more than shoulder length and thick and Sarabeths went all the way down to her trim little bottom and took quite some time and attention getting it clean and dry again. I left them chattering in the bathroom as I lay down with a smile.

I'd almost drifted off to sleep when a sudden motion on the bed brought my eyes open again. Both girls crawled up on the bed, hand in hand. Sarabeth lay back with her head propped under my arm laying on my shoulder and she drew Kitten down to lay on top of her as their lips met again in a long kiss.

"Is it time for Kitten to make good on her promise?" Both of them went "Mmmm-Hmmm..." into each others lips.

"Pet Kitten, are you going to make my pony girl happy with your sweet little mouth? Will you make her shiver and come like she did for you?" The girl reluctantly pulled her lips away for a moment and looked up at me while Sarabeth ran her tongue along her neck, making her shiver.

"I'm going to try my very best, Master." I leaned over and put a hand behind her head and kissed her over the top of my pony girl.

"Make my girl happy, Kitten. And after than you can make Master happy. And after that maybe we will start all over again..."

"Ooohh... god. Mmmm... Yes, Master."

Kitten put her hands on either side of Sarabeths face and kissed her hard, then licked and nibble her way down her neck and across her chest and down until she was crouched over those firm little breasts, squeezing them softly in her hands, her lips going back and forth while Sarabeth cooed and sighed. I knew how much my pony girl liked attention to her little firm nipples. Sometimes she liked it when I did it because I was a bit rough at times. The lads and the girls had so much respect and love for her that they were always tender with her. But now and then she did prefer softer play and a girls lips were always so soft...

Sarabeth sighed and cooed and ran her fingers through Kittens hair and murmured little encouraging noises at her as the girl licked and nibbled her way down the flat belly. As Jess went lower Sarabeth spread her legs wide and pulled her knees up to her chest, leaving her pussy wide open as the girl settled in between her thighs to start kissing and licking her sweet pussy.

"Do you like my pony girls pussy, Kitten?" Two blue eyes peeked at me from between my girls thighs and she nodded at me. From the crinkles in the corners of her eyes, it looked like she was grinning. My thumb caressed Sarabeths cheek.

"And how about you, my little pocket goddess? Is young miss Kitten making my girl happy? Or do I need to give her little bottom some more attention to give her some motivation?"

That earned me a small worried look from the girl kneeling between Sarabeths thighs. She moaned a little in fear and a little in lust and I saw her ass cheeks tighten up. I had a feeling I was going to enjoy having Kitten over my lap often. In many different ways.

Sarabeth brought her feet down to rest lightly on the girls back, her toes curling against her skin. One hand tangled in her hair and the other came up to stroke my arm softly.

"Mmmmm... Master." She purred. "I think she is doing fine right now, Sir. If she slacks off...Mmmmm... I will let you know. But..." Her hand slid down my arm and belly to stroke her fingertips against my prick which started hardening at her touch. "you could give her a different kind of attention, Master. I'm sure... Mmmmm... that would motivate her, too."

Kitten was watching and listening to our little conversation, those pretty blue eyes peeking through the little patch of blond pubic hair while her lips and tongue were busily giving my pony girl so much pleasure. When she saw me watching I smiled and winked at her. She blushed and lowered her eyes, intent on her task.

"That, my little pony princess, is a very good idea." I rearranged and slid out from underneath her head replacing my shoulder with a pile of pillows so that she was reclining. That of course, put her at just the right height. I knelt up next to the pillows and Sarabeth obediently reached for my prick, her strong slim fingers gripping my shaft.

"Get me nice and hard, love. Then I'll give our miss Kitten her first real experience with Masters cock." Sarabeth was already moaning a little and there was an echo from between her thighs as my prick slid into her sweet little mouth. The girl was watching intently.

About the time that I went completely hard in between her lips, my pony girl locked her jaws open, clamped her eyes shut and shivered as she came for the first time. The vibration from her moaning around her mouthful of prick sent shivers up my spine. When I pulled my prick from her mouth, hard and glistening with her saliva, she moaned aloud.

"Mmmmm... Oh god, Kitten... Ahhhhh... Mmmmmmmmm... Oh!" She yipped and came again, hard. Her fingers curled hard in the girls soft brown hair and she murmured "Oh god, I love you, Jess... Mmmmmmmmm..."

Moving wordlessly, I walked on my knees around behind the little brunette and slipped my forearm under her hips, lifting her and sliding a pillow underneath, leaving her firm full little bottom humped up in the air as Sarabeths grip on her hair kept her face buried between her thighs. The girls toes curled up a bit as I nudged her legs apart with my knees and when I placed the head of my cock to the opening of her pussy she moaned and her body shivered just a little.

When I paused with the tip of my prick just between her slippery lips, she moaned again and tried to wiggle backwards to no avail. I swept her hair aside and looked down on the fresh tattoo of my mark there just under her old one and smiled.

"Do you want Masters cock inside you, Kitten?" Muffled, she moaned again and nodded into my pony girls pussy, one hand reaching behind her back in a effort to pull me into her.

"Then you just keep my girl coming and coming, Kitten. You attend to her pussy and Master will attend to yours."

Kittens tight little channel gripped my cock in waves as it slowly sunk into her body, a fraction of an inch at a time. She was very tight and I could see the muscles in her back rippling as she struggled to breathe and relax to allow me inside of her. Good god, that felt nice.

The first time with a new pet was always a magical moment for me. Exploring their bodies with my hands and my mouth and my cock. Discovering what turned each of them on the most. Delighting in each new find. Gently but firmly forcing them to submit their bodies and their wills and their hearts until they were little more than a bundle of nerve endings for Master to amuse himself with.

This time was no different. Kittens snug little pussy slowly expanded around my invading prick while both girls gasped and wiggled until my belly rested against the soft moons of her ass and I was inside her all of the way. My hands gripped her hips and I paused, just enjoying the sensation of being squeezed by those amazing internal muscles of hers.

Looking upwards for a moment, I gave silent thanks to my old friend for leaving me such a gift.

When I looked down again Sarabeth was smiling at me. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were crinkled up hard and she had pulled Kittens head up until the girl lay with her cheek pressed against her pubic mound while both of them panted softly.

"You look happy, Master." Slowly I withdrew my prick until just the head stayed in then fed it just as slowly back into Jess's pussy while she moaned.

"I am very happy, Sarabeth. In more ways than you can imagine." Another slow stroke in and out, pressing my belly into the girls soft warm little ass. "Sometimes I wish you had a cock so you could experience how amazing this feels." I patted Kittens bottom. "This one especially. It's snug and warm and wet and feels like a thousand fingers caressing my prick inside of her. Mmmmm..." I leaned forward to rest my hands against the mattress, bending over Kittens back and started thrusting into her slowly.

"You look pretty happy too, pony girl. Mmmmm... I take it my Kitten held up her end of the bargain?" Sarabeth smiled and ran her fingers through the girls hair.

"Oh yes, Master. Even though that belt hurt a lot, I'd take that anytime to feel her lips on me again. But... hopefully next time we can play without that part, if you know what I mean."

I paused and moved my knees, pressing the girls legs together then started thrusting inside of her a little harder. With each thrust I could feel her pressing back into me and I could see her body tightening up. I could feel it inside as well. Jess ran her arms underneath Sarabeths thighs and wrapped them around to use her body as leverage while her head rocked back and forth in my pony girls lap.

"And how about you, Kitten?" Sarabeth tugged on the girls hair lightly. "Are you happy too?" She gasped lightly and nodded a bit jerkily as her head rocked against my pony girls belly. I felt her tighten up and she gave a little squeak and shivered all over as she came. Those amazing muscles inside of her massaged my cock like a warm wet hand job and it came real close to bringing me to the edge too, but I managed to hold off for just a little bit longer.

I withdrew until just the head of my cock was inside of her and rocked back and forth, the head rubbing on her little spot inside while she gasped and moaned. Then I slowly fed it all the way in a few times, and stopped and rubbed some more. I watched as Kittens whole body turned a nice shade of pink and her nails started digging into Sarabeths thighs. Pausing in my thrusts, I grabbed the girls hands and brought them behind her back, clamping her wrists in place with one hand. Even though she was strong for her size, Kittens wrists were small and I was easily able to hold them both in my fingers as I used her hands as a leverage point and started pounding into her body harder and harder. Her fingers clenched and she struggled against my grip panting "please... please... please... Mmmmmmmmm!" as she came the second time.

As the girls thighs and pussy clamped down on me again, it pushed me over the edge and I growled through my teeth as I filled her tight little body with sticky ribbons of come and collapsed on top of her, lights flashing in my eyes and my heart feeling like it was going to beat it's way out of my chest.

Sarabeth smiled and said "Welcome to the family, Kitten."

The Very last Chapter

Five years.

It had been five years since I had taken my last pet. And fifteen since I had taken my first one. Many things had happened in that time. And many things had changed.

All of my ponies... and my kitten... were now living in the house. The cages in the stables, now that there were twelve of them, were filled with trainee ponies. All of which we had been paid handsomely by their Owners for their training. My pets have all retired from competition at the top of their game and now spent their time training the next generation of exhibition ponies. And we had even taken in a few kittens to train in their own special way.

Sarabeth was now my business manager. Actually, her and Nathan and Kitten all shared that position. I still answered emails and wrote the occasional story, but they did all of the real work. Nathan and Wendy had become independently wealthy themselves last year when they sold Warrior Pony Leatherworks to an outfit in Nevada. Fortunately for me, they decided to stay on here anyway.

Gael spends her time between the ranch and her studio in New York. Her paintings were all the rage among the Owners and she raked in quite a bundle from portraits and her own work. Even though she still walks with a slight limp, she is also in charge of training the steeplechase contenders who come to the ranch.

Ash has become a full time coach and trainer for the new ponies. She oversees all the ranch operations, testing the new prospects and running them through a rigorous training program. She is highly sought out by Owners who want their pets to become serious contenders.

Wendy is still designing leather gear for ponies. And other things. The company that bought them out had to keep her on as a designer as a stipulation of the deal. She's expanded their product line into corsets and other fetish wear as well.

Daniel and David opened a catering business and now own all of the food concessions at the Gatherings in the entire country. They are constantly flying off somewhere to handle business deals and ensure customer satisfaction. But since Daniel can barely stand to be one day away from Ash, they are back home quite a bit.

Nathan went back into software designing. He's helped develop programs for other Owners to manage their stock and also designed some fitness programs that Ash uses with our trainees here on the ranch. Mostly he plays games, though. My sweet pony boy never wants to get too far away from his Master, it seems.

As my business manager, Sarabeth also manages all of my other investments and with the incentives and stock options I offered her, is now quite wealthy herself.
My Kitten has written four widely successful books and is working on her fifth. Two of them are fantasy novels which garnered her a small horde of devoted fans. The other two are about her experiences as an Owned kitten. Those got her a different sort of fan base.

And me? I'm still here. Writing. Occasionally overseeing the training program. We still go to the Gatherings. I have a reserved box big enough for all of my pets.

And at any time of the night or day there is still always a willing pet (or two) to climb into bed for a little creative naptime. And I can't even sit down without finding a warm kitten curled up around my feet. I've come to accept her wearing another mans collar in my house from time to time. All of my pets are happy, and that's all that matters in the long run.

Isn't it?