Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Around us, long rows of curtains divided the
room, and Charles pointed to the empty section directly in front of
the door. As I stepped forward, he pulled the curtains shut behind
me. On the wall hung various belts and reins, lengths of horse hair
fashioned into tails, odd strips of leather. I couldn’t begin to
imagine what they were all for. A well-oiled saddle sat on one
table, a tangle of leather belts on another. Beside the belts, two
horseshoes grinned from the bottom of what looked like hooves.
There was one chair in the room, and a pair of leather boots folded
down in front of it, waiting to be worn. As I looked around, more
than a little nervous, Charles asked gently, “You do know what the
term ‘pony play’ means, don’t you?”
“Of course I do,” I scoffed. Or rather, I
knew what Sean had told me. Was he in this room too, behind one of
the curtains somewhere? And was I expected to wear that saddle?
Oh, God…
As if I hadn’t spoken, Charles said, “Pony
play is a form of bondage where the sub—you—pretends to be a
horse.”
“Why, exactly?” I blurted out.
With a faint shrug, he replied, “Don’t ask
me. It’s not my fetish.” Turning away, he began to sort through the
tangled belts on the table and said, “Undress.”
Taken aback, I asked, “What?”
“That’s a term we use in pony play,” Charles
answered. “It means take off your clothes.” Har har,I
thought. When I didn’t move, he frowned over his shoulder and said,
“Rule number one. You obey the trainer’s commands at all times.
When the trainer is not present, you obey the groom. Have you ever
done this sort of thing before, Mr. Drew? Because I can assure you
that no trainer will give you an order twice.”
Quickly, I began to slip out of my clothes.
Undress—I could do that. I pulled my shirt off and stepped out of
my jeans, but I hesitated with my thumbs hooked into the waistband
of my briefs. Did he mean those, too?
Before I could ask, Charles turned and held
the belts out in his hands to form a complicated body harness.
“Your outfit, if you will. Remove those.” He nodded at my briefs
and before I could think about it, I peeled them off. I had a
Crying Gamemoment where my balls tried to crawl up inside
me and my dick shriveled into nothing, but Charles appeared not to
notice. Coming closer, he draped the straps of the harness over my
shoulders and began buckling and snapping it into place. The
leather was cool against my skin, and heavier than it looked. As he
worked, his voice was brisk, all business. “I’m going to go over
today’s rules. Listen carefully. If you don’t understand something,
ask now. Once you’re with a trainer, you won’t get the chance.” I
nodded, but Charles admonished, “Don’t move, Mr. Drew.”
“It’s just Drew.” Charles positioned me while
he arranged the harness. This wasn’t toobad. As long as I
could keep my hands folded over my crotch in some semblance of
modesty—only a hastily drawn curtain separated me from the rest of
the world. Where was Sean anyway?
A double belt encircled my waist and straps
crisscrossed my chest, over my shoulders and down my back. Behind
me, Charles worked the complicated buckles and snaps with practiced
ease. “As I’ve said, rule number one is to obey your trainer. For
today, that will also be your master. You will do everything you
are told to do within the best of your ability or you will be
punished.”
I nodded, then remembered not to move and
stood up straighter than before. “Rule number two,” Charles
intoned, arranging the belts across my back. “A pony must never
speak when dressed in tack. They won’t use a bit in the beginner’s
class, but keep your mouth shut just the same.”
Obey everything they say, don’t talk…two
reasons why I wasn’t into S&M in the first place. “What if I
have to take a leak or something?” I wanted to know.
“Prance around,” Charles replied. “I’m sure
someone will notice.”
There was a hint of a smile in his voice, and
I wondered if he was laughing at me. Still, I added, “What if the
trainer pushes me too far? Isn’t there, like, a safe word or
something?”
“This is a beginner’s class,” Charles
interrupted. “You won’t need a safe word, trust me.” Once the
harness was in place, he shook out what looked to me like the
crotch section of a pair of black leather briefs. Where a waistband
should have been, snaps lined the leather. With a quick, efficient
manner, Charles threaded it between my legs and pulled it up into
place. “Your hands,” he said, and reluctantly I moved them out of
the way. Charles snapped the leather onto the belt at my waist,
creating a jock that cradled my genitals. Behind me again, Charles
snapped the other end onto the back of the belt, then pulled the
material taut to cover my ass.
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