Page 15 of Tell No One
Hassan ran his hand down Tag’s flank, then round to his arse.
Tag sucked in a breath.
“So hard.” Hassan pulled at the strap that kept the butt plug in place. “You would have won that race if Pony Five hadn’t kicked you. I’ll go and give him a kick on your behalf, shall I? Perhaps you’d like to join me for a week in Scotland. I’ll make it well worth your while.”
Hassan looked at Delaney who kept his face neutral.
“Well?” Hassan asked.
“I only bought him for a day.”
“True. We’ll talk later, pony. Once you’re allowed to speak.”
Hassan wandered off and others came, all wanting to touch Tag who stamped, snorted, shifted and kicked, making his feelings perfectly clear without actually speaking. But the idiot didn’t realise his behaviour only made him more attractive to many, those who didn’t want someone docile, but relished a challenge, and were looking for an excuse to inflict pain, especially if that pain wasn’t wanted.
Delaney stood massaging Tag’s shoulders, purely because he felt he ought to be seen touching him, though Tag was leaning into him, groaning, when Michael Norbury and the Master came over.
Norbury smacked Tag on the arse and Tag shuddered. “What a find you were.” Norbury chuckled. He trailed his fingers up from the tail in Tag’s backside all the way to his face and grabbed his jaw, forcing Tag to look at him. “I shall have to give you a bonus, Master.”
“The fish and chips were an added delight,” Feely said. “Not the tartare sauce.”
Delaney wondered what that meant.
“I did warn you,” Tag snapped. “But you didn’t warn me, did you? Why don’t you go and find real ponies to shag?”
Oh shit.
But Norbury laughed. “I’m not into bestiality. That’s not what this is about. Surely you’re not stupid enough to believe that.”
“It’s about control,” Tag said. “Absolute—arggh.”
Feely had brought his crop up hard between Tag’s legs. Delaney winced. That had to have hurt. Tag screwed up his eyes and clenched his teeth together as he gasped. Tears filled his eyes. Feely glared at Delaney, almost daring him to reach for his wrist a second time. Delaney didn’t react. If Feely tried to hit the kid again, he’d get more than his wrist being grabbed.
“Let him speak, Master,” Norbury said.
“Do not hit him there again,” Delaney said. “I don’t want him damaged. I paid high for him because of rebellious nature. I punish, not you.”
“No more,” Norbury said to Feely who nodded, but glared at Delaney behind Norbury’s back.
“Control,” Tag mumbled. “Bondage, domination, sadism, masochism. Taking away our ability to speak… Removing our ability to use our hands… We have to walk in the way you want us to walk.” He took a deep but shaky breath. “Wear what you choose for us to wear… You use crops on us, threaten us with castration. We have to drink like ponies. Make noises like a pony. You make us look as much like ponies as you can. It’s degrading.”
“No. In that last part, you’re wrong,” Norbury said. “You’re new to this so you don’t quite get it yet. It’s not about degrading anyone. Pet play is a fetish that lies firmly inside the BDSM spectrum, and it’s about building strong emotional connections between the pet and owner, just as it would be between a sub and Dom. The pet owner demands obedience and unconditional love, and will do whatever they feel they need to do to achieve that.”
Delaney had to fight not to roll his eyes.
“Did you memorise the handbook?” Tag asked.
Just what Delaney had been thinking.
Norbury laughed and stroked Tag’s arse. “Wouldn’t you like unconditional love, little pony?”
“It’s not healthy,” Tag said.
“A dog loves its master,” Norbury said.
“The source of its food, water and shelter. And we’re not talking about dogs.”
Norbury smiled. “Owners train their pets to feel safe and secure in their relationship. They know how far to go, but that line has been determined by the pet. At their best, pets go into an altered mind-space. Letting go of their other self allows them a freedom that others can only dream of. You should try it.”
