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An ongoing commission for Sanmer , detailing the antics of a stallion and his whole...stable of thralls he has hypnotized to his will...oh dear...do enjoy what you see!

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The Master decided to sleep late that morning. All the excitement of the previous day, the long trip to town and back, the activities that followed the arrival of his latest thrall, it put a great strain on the horse, and he allowed himself the luxury of a very long sleep.

He woke up slowly, in the comfortable darkness of his private, intimate bedchamber. He laid in bed for a long time, simply enjoying the feeling silk and softest cotton upon his perfectly naked body. It might have been very gentlemanly to sleep with his body hence uncovered, but the horse cared little for such societal norms. He was not a man of the high society to begin with, choosing to live as a recluse outside of it. His retainers were more than capable of handling the flow of money from the industries at the Raj and his investment at the City. Carefully distributed misinformation told that the aristocratic horse had been seen in the French Riviera, in Baden-Baden, in Boston, Hong Kong, Alexandria, Timbuktu, Sarajevo and Istanbul, each in turn. The imposing estate, with its guarded walls, was said to simply house the stallion's prize farm animals, and the numerous servants and staff were needed for keeping the premises ready for the travel-loving master's eventual return.

He made sure to run his carriages at night, and with the blinds pulled down. There was no need for undue gossip.

The horse's lazy thoughts became somewhat more purposeful. There was some business for him to attend to, a letter or two to dictate, technical papers to review, continuation of his studies in ancient knowledge and the art of natural science, chemistry, engineering, all required for the continued improvement of his abilities and skills, used to keep his thralls in check and under his command. They were not urgent things, but he would prefer to get them out of the way. Recreation could come whenever he felt like it, after all, for the house ran on a schedule set by the horse and only him alone. Quite literally nothing happened without his knowledge or his command, and that was how he preferred it to be.

The stallion pulled a braid cord next to the bed to rouse the servant who was in waiting, and remained in bed. It did not interest him to get up into the room, to draw the curtains, tend the fire or to attend to any other such things. It was not for him to do so. His thralls did everything from tying his shoelaces to putting his gloves on him, without questions, and without complaints, which he was sure other servants of great gentlemen freely spouted off their vicious muzzles once their masters were out of earshot.

Not these men, the horse thought, with a big smile over his thin lips.

He thoughts about the wolf, the huge, shaggy, dangerous, deep-smelling wolf he had introduced to the house last night. The horse was extremely pleased with his initial conditioning. The wolf's mental faculties were powerful and full of resistance, but he had managed to create the first layer of commands without any particular difficulties. A few carefully constructed sessions of reinforcement, he thought, and the wolf would be truly and fully under his command, another thrall to tend to his whims.

The horse's impressive cock grew hard, recalling last night, the wolf shackled onto the bondage frame and made to watch the proceedings, the horse using his thralls for his pleasure and his joy. Afterwards the whole seed-covered brotherhood had taken to the bath, where the horse lovingly tended to the quiet wolf's body with his hands, washing him anew in hot water, oils and soap. He had smelled so sweet, once he was ready, toweled, brushed and prepared for bed, which, for this night ,was to be in one of the special rooms set aside for such purpose, for newcomers.

He couldn't wait to see the wolf, the stallion mused, his cock heavy and throbbing against his smooth belly. He would visit soon, once the morning activities were over. Just a little visitation, to remind the wolf of his master's presence, before he'd let the trainers take the wolf down to the dungeon for one of his initial lessons. The horse knew that he could be present for that, but he trusted his trainers. They would act upon their duties, and make sure that the wolf would be ready for the evening and the grand activities that would await then.

His cock pulsed, so hard and needy. The stallion gave it a brief stroke, just to amuse himself, but did not commit a great deal of self-manipulation. Why to do that when he could easily summon many pairs of eager paws to do exactly that for him? The horse grinned, happy at the knowledge, just when there was a polite knock at the door.

"Enter!"

The male who entered was a tiger, red and black furs in rich stripes, splendidly furred and of well-proportioned, handsome build, too, strong shoulders, narrow hips, and handsome muzzle to complement the look, too. The cat had once held a name from his family somewhere in Bombay, but his new life had also required the bestowment of a new moniker for him, and the horse had chosen one of most simple, pleasing nature.

"Good morning, James," the horse spoke, the tiger only visible in the sliver of light admitted by a crack in a curtain.

"Good morning, sir," the tiger bowed at the door. "Your bath water is being prepared and will be here soon. May I start your toilet?"

"Yes, James."

The tiger entered the room with swift, gentle steps, accompanied by the creaking of leather. The cat, just like all of the servants when assigned to private duty, wore very little in the way of clothes. A leather harness, a collar with metal rings, leather strips and rings around the base of his cock, his tail and his balls to create the tail-raised, cock-pouting look the horse preferred aesthetically on his servants. An attractive pink finger of a cock poked out of the retracted sheath, which caught the horse's attention, before the tiger moved and it was his shapely ass the horse observed.

"A splendid day, sir," the tiger said once he'd drawn the curtains in the first window and the entire room was filled with light.

"it is that," the horse said.

The tiger appeared beautiful, shining and cheerful, as he moved over to open the draws on the second window. The horse stretched his hands up above his head before he folded them behind his neck on the pillow.

"Pull my covers off, James."

"Yes sir, right away."

The tiger folded the cloth carefully to the foot of the bed, exposing the stallion's entire body, erection and all, in its entire tall, sculpted nature. Once done, the servant stood near the foot of the bed and remained there, paws on his sides and watching expectantly.

"Use your tail on my cock, and stroke your own for my amusement, James."

"Oh, yes sir!" the tiger sounded excited at the prospect. "I will do so, sir."

"But no spilling your seed, James, you know I like you to remain in need," the horse said.

"As you command," the tiger said.

The tiger moved to the side of the bed and stood there, legs slightly spread to show himself off even more than before. He grasped his sheath gently and pulled on it, to retract it a hint more before he applied fingers onto the pink of his shaft. The tiger let out a pleased rumble at the feeling, the most natural of male feelings of having a pleasurable touch on his cock. His musk intensified almost instantly, and the shaft in his grip began to grow harder despite the pressure of the shiny metal ring about the base.

"That feels very good, doesn't it, James?"

"It does, yes sir."

"And you feel privileged at being allowed to touch yourself like that, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. I am not supposed to without your permission, Master."

"You are right about that, James," the horse replied with a smile.

The tiger's fingers moved slowly, with precision, to tease the barbed member up to full hardness. His proud erection was soon visible, sliding slowly along his pads, and accompanied by the feline's soft purrs of pleasure.

"Do not forget to use your tail, James."

"Of course not, sir!" the tiger replied in a yelped rumble.

The horse master relaxed himself perfectly and simply watched how the tiger swung his striped, white-tipped tail over a hip and let its heavy coil land upon the horse's thigh. It was a beautiful, silky sensation, the whole tail alive and mobile, not still for a moment, as the tiger carefully controlled it via its musculature.

"Please your Master, James," the stallion said.

"Oh, yes, sir!"

The tiger continued stroking himself, but did not miss on the other part of his order to display. He began to move his tail in a manner of his direction, to rub it over the horse's sheath, testicles and his shaft. The feel of the dry fur on the horse's sensitive, bare skin was exquisite and made him sigh, very softly, and almost unmanly, the stallion thought, but without a single thought for that. There was nobody in the house who would judge him for any aspect of his behavior. He could whine and moan all he wanted, or nicker out in pleasure from the feeling of the tip of that tail stroking against the tip of his cock. It felt like a very soft, teasing brush was applied to him, and the principle was really the same.

"Hmmm...you are pleasing your Master very well..." the horse spoke, his cock pulsing and tensing in waves of pleasure caused by the erotic caress over the veined, supple meat of his large equine member.

"I am very happy to hear that, Milord."

The horse knew very well that it was a commanded response, a simple indoctrination based on the animal magnetism-induced trance. The tiger had been told to always accept his treatment, his commands and his orders and reply to the verbal commands in a polite manner, whatever the thing he was told to do. The Master rarely found reasons to be cruel, and thought that his thralls were kept well. Their lack of free will or the ability to leave his service seemed a small price to pay for this sheltered existence he provided for them.

Perhaps it was cruel to keep James' tightly bound nuts undrained, however. He was a male in his prime, and the horse could recall that he'd only been allowed to spill several months previously. After that, his sexual energy had been gathering...and indeed, even now while he very tenderly touched himself, he already leaked a thin stream of pent-up fluid from his tip and oozed over his knuckles. The musk aroused the horse even further, causing his hips to flex gently under the administrations of the coiled tail stroking ever so softly over his cock.

"Hmmm...a wonderful cock teaser you are, James..."

"Thank you, sir..."

The tiger sounded more breathy now, obviously very much enjoying touching himself. He was still keeping it very slow. He could technically cum without permission, but he knew that would be punished in various creative ways by the horse. He knew to be careful...concentrate more on tickling the horse's inner thighs with his tail.

"Hmmmmhhh..."

There was a knock on the door, but that did not interrupt the tiger's actions.

"Come in!" the horse called out.

The door swung open once more, this time to admit the butler, Edward. The bear was dressed in his immaculate black garb, and had a towel over his shoulder and his arm, and carried two pitchers of steaming hot water.

"Your bath, sir," the bear bowed at the door.

"Prepare my toilet, please."

"Yes, Milord," the bear replied, "a lovely day, Milord."

"Hmmmmmhh...it is, yes..." the horse rumbled, his eyes fluttering shut. "Very good..."

The erotic show continued, sensual and uninterrupted, while the bear worked at the stallion's dressing table, to pour water into the washing bowl, to fold out flannels and uncap oils and powders, and to lay out the bone combs and the raccoon hair brushes he was to apply to his Master's pelt and mane.

"You missed quite the bath yesterday, boys," the horse mused to himself.

"I am sure it was mostly splendid, Milord," Edward commented in a considerate voice.

"Oh yes...your new brother got to see a little of our special...life here," the Master replied. "It was most pleasing."

"I am very pleased to hear that, Milord."

"Hmmmhh...he will be most useful, I am sure."

"Yes, sir."

The horse let his eyes open enough to see the bear stand there by the dressing table, steaming water in bowls behind him. The impassive look and the stiff stance amused him, especially in contrast to the lustful gaze and the sensual pose of the tiger milking his cock.

"If only you could appreciate this display the way I would, Edward," the stallion said.

"Indeed, Milord."

"But you don't," he said, "because you'd only think of cunts if you were allowed to have that kind of thoughts of your own..."

"Yes, sir."

"Such a pity," the horse snorted. "Once you sink your cock into a lovely tiger arse, you never want it to go anywhere else..."

"Indeed, sir."

The horse chuckled. His own, straining cock pulsed, needy and demanding the ultimate release from its master. The stallion decided to let the fires of passion to be stoked for somewhat longer today. He did not want to lose all of his seed right in the beginning, to such everyday peccadillo as the tiger's special methods of rousing him from his bed.

"That is quite enough, James, you may stop now, but continue playing with your cock. I shall find it an amusing sight while I am bathing."

"Yes, Milord!" the tiger rumbled, his tail coiling away from the master's member.

The horse stood up, slowly, cock swaying in front of him, a whole foot of pumping flesh that swung from side to side with his movement, as if looking for a hole to burrow into. The master of the house extended his arms above his head and nickered loudly. The stretching invigorated him and left him feeling quite pleased.

"Ahh...that was very nice, James."

"T-thank you, sir."

"Remember not to cum, or those balls of yours will be punished," the horse told the tiger, who was compulsively stroking his cock under the stallion's lewd gaze.

"Y-yes sir," the tiger hissed. Obviously his barbed length had reached a level of high sensitivity, and even the mild touching was already making it difficult for the feline to control himself.

The Master slowly walked over to his washing table, dipped a flannel in the warm, fragrant water, and began to lave it along his long neck. The warmth radiated into his muscles and soothed them, and the sweet scent of lemon, rosewater and bergamot tickled his snout in a pleasing manner.

"Has Ripper slept tonight?" the stallion spoke, well aware he had ordered that he would have to be kept fully informed about anything new in regards to the latest arrival in the household.

"Sidney kept watch through the night and was relieved by Hugo," the bear said, "They say the wolf stayed awake for much of the night, used his privy, and drank some water. He has not spoken nor behaved in any unusual way, Milord."

The horse chuckled.

"That is very thorough, thank you."

"Yes, Milord."

"I presume that the special training chamber is fully appointed and ready for today."

"It is, yes, sir, Robert and Pip have worked at it through the morning," the bear said.

"Splendid," the horse said, "I shall go and greet Ripper before he is taken to the chamber and I will have my supper."

"Yes, sir. They have been told not to do anything before you have given the word."

"As I expect things to be," the horse noted. He put his flannel down and took another piece of cloth which he soaked in the water, to continue the bath over his chest. "And I would now have your tongue in my arse, Edward, while I am washing."

"Yes, Milord."

The bear landed heavily upon the expensive Turkish carpet covering the bedroom floor. The thump made the horse's ears flick up and down, and his lips to pull into a smirk at the dirty knowledge that the well-dressed, heavy bear had just placed his lumbering self onto the floor. The next thing he knew was the feel of well-manicured claws on his hips, warm pads, and the bear's nosepad pushing into the crevice of his rear.

"Hmmmph...yes...that's where your muzzle belongs, Edward."

The horse swished his tail to the side and allowed his butler free access unto to musky reaches of his rump. The bear's thumbs pried his ass cheeks open, with consideration, but unceremoniously exposing his pucker to the thrall's muzzle to get deeper into the horse's silky crack. Breath tickled his flesh and made his hole wink in preparation to the hot, warm feeling of the bear's maw.

"Eat my arse, Edward," the horse spoke as casually as if he'd asked for a handkerchief or a box of matches.

The bear's breaths became muffled rumbles, stuck under the horse's tail. His tongue was long and wet, however, and reached well onto the stallion's wrinkled opening. The horse's heavy dong throbbed with the sensation of the muscles coiling and clenching, in his hole, and within, at the sensations of stimulation by that slick, dutiful tongue sticking upon his rear. The stallion continued bathing, with remarkable composition, despite the fact that his butler was literally kissing his ass for his favor. He could even whistle out a jaunty tune while he was going at it! The musical experience amused him even further. Hadn't that Frenchman seriously written a composition that claimed that those who engaged in deviant rutting behavior were unable to whistle?

"Pffffhh!" the horse whistled jubilantly, his ears full of the sound of loud tiger self-gratification and with the sensation of a bear tongue drilling into his anus.

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