Dining With Mistress

by Brent Mundy

 

I am a long time fur fetishist. Since I met Mistress she pushed me into female sexual domination and forced cross-dressing.  She keeps me under her control by using my passion for her furs and denying me sex for weeks knowing that I will be ready and willing to do anything to please her by then. She is extremely inventive in the ways she furs me to ecstasy.

One day recently, I received an e-mail from her while at work. It was short and mysterious. "Meet me tonight at 8:30 p.m. sharp!" She had not permitted me to have the pleasure of her company for more than three weeks. I was elated. I arrived at exactly the appointed time. I entered my code on her keypad and was admitted to her residence. I found my costume for the evening lying on a large chair just inside the door. The interior of her home is a fur freak's dream. All the furniture is upholstered in various types of fur. Fur rugs and throws cover the floors. Paintings of dominate women dressed in furs hang on the walls. Fur is everywhere. On top of the costume is a small envelope containing the key to my chastity-belt. Mistress had me fitted for it a little over a year ago, charging it to my credit card like she does so often when she buys things.

The preparation for a session with Mistress is routine to me by now. I remove all of my clothing and leave everything on the chair. Then I pick up the outfit Mistress has left me to wear and walk down the hall to the guest's bathroom. First, I take a long cleansing hot herbal enema to make sure I am clean inside and will have no "accidents" later. I shower using plenty of scented soap and make sure my shaved body is smooth. The only hair I can have, except that on my head, is small heart shaped patch of pubic hair just above my penis. I apply liberal amount of skin softener after I towel myself dry, making sure to rub it into my skin. I complete my preparations buy applying a fresh coat of bright red nail polish to my toenails and fingernails.

My costume tonight is sparse. It includes a beautiful red glamour wig, which comes down to the middle of my back. I comb the soft vinyl hair into bangs and feather it to surround my face. The ends of the hair tickle my shoulders like fine fur. I pull on a pair of tight crotch-less black lace panties with thick blue fox trim around the crotch area. The long guard hairs of the fox tickle my balls and ass relentlessly. Then I sit down and roll on a pair of matching thigh high lace stockings with more soft fox fur around the tops; and slip a pair of stunning 5-inch high black patent pumps with thick rhinestone ankle wraps on my feet. The feel and sound of my thighs rubbing together in the stockings is wonderful. The sight of the bright red nails backed by the black lace stocking makes me feel very feminine. Next I put on an excruciatingly tight bustier which takes me forever to get on properly. It is so tight that it makes my breathing difficult, but it forces my little titties up into some nice cleavage. I complete dressing by cinching on one of Mistress's tight leather cock rings that is fitted with straps to encircle my shaft at its base, push my scrotum down between my legs, and forces my balls apart.

After I dress myself, I ring the servant's bell to let Mistress know that I am ready and I settle down on the toilet seat to wait. Some time later, she enters the room. I immediately stand up for inspection, with my head down and hands clasp behind my back in the approved slave's stance. When she isn't looking, I sneak a peek at Mistress. She is magnificent. She is dressed only in a full-length sable coat, black kid leather, opera length gloves, and thigh high black patent leather boots with 6" stiletto heels. Her long black hair and make up are perfect. The smell of her personal perfume, the fur, and leather is hypnotic and overpowering. Dangling from her wrist is a huge sable muff. Already my cock and balls are starting to swell.

She is displeased with my failure to properly tighten the bustier so she pushes me up against the door and spends several minutes, tightening the laces until she hears my breath coming is sharps rasps. Then she jerks the cock ring and ball separator three more notches tighter, causing me to wince in pain. "I don't know what you are crying for sissy girl. You know how you like tight clothing," she exclaims and tells me to stand for examination again. After she makes a full inspection of her fur slave, she takes me over to the make-up table and directs me to sit on the fur covered straight backed make-up chair. As I sit down, the thick, deep fur is forced into my ass, and around my tied balls. It feels heavenly. I place my hands through the back of the chair and feel the cold steel of the handcuffs as she locks me firmly in place. Mistress's eyes tell how she loves to see her slaves tightly bound. She carefully applies my makeup, making light conversation designed to humiliate me. She tells me how pathetically tiny my penis is, and how no real man would permit her to treat him like this. She describes her newest furs in great detail, watching my penis grow. As she talks, it's as if I wasn't even in the room. This continues this throughout the make-up process. She expertly applies the base foundation, three different shades of blue eye shadow, thick eye liner, high penciled eyebrows, long, thick false eye lashes, lots of red blush to highlight my cheeks, several applications of bright pink lipstick, lip liner, and seals it with thick coats of shiny lip gloss.

Her cold grey eyes sparkle as she admires her work. Satisfied, she releases my hands, and goes to the fur closet and returns with two more articles for me to wear. She locks a thick stiff leather collar around my neck. It has a long leather strap that hangs down the middle of my back. Attached to the strap are two locking fur lined leather cuffs. She pulls and prods securing my hands tightly behind the middle of my back with these bondage devices. She then places a huge full-length silver fox coat with a giant shawl collar and massive cuffed sleeves on my shoulders. My legs begin to buckle under the weight and sheer ecstasy of this fur.

Mistress closes the shiny, full pelted, coat over my chest. She slowly latches each of the five hook and eyelet closures, teasing my already rock hard nipples with her tongue. As she rubs her gloved hands up and down the supple fur, she purrs. When all the closures are fastened, I am imprisoned tightly inside a $10,000, full length bondage toy. I can barely teeter above the floor on my 5" heels as my calves are held together by the tight, kid leather re-enforced hem of the coat. I catch a glimpse of myself in the make-up table mirror. I am gorgeous. Even I would like to screw me.

Mistress silently blows me a kiss as she pulls the oversized collar of lustrous, soft fox fur high around my head covering my face completely, all the while staring into my eyes with a look that lets me know that she is in complete control. Finally she closes the collar hook. My dreams are coming true. I am at the mercy of a fur domme who know what I need and makes sure that I will pay to get it.

She reaches through and attaches a leather leash to the cock ring strap that's pulled, ever so tightly, around my balls. She finishes by generously spraying liberal amount of her perfume on me. I am ready for whatever she has dreamed up for the evening. Mistress leads me about by my cock and balls, using the leash to abruptly pull me in the direction she wants me to go as I fight to keep from falling down.

I have no idea where we will go tonight. Sometimes Mistress takes me to a local bondage club where we are the life of the party, or maybe to quiet restaurant where she is a frequent customer and they will tolerate transvestite guests like me. She knows that I enjoy the humiliation of being forced to dress like this and then taken to various public places. However, this evening she brings me to one of her "bedrooms." Even with my fur on, I notice that the room is very cool. All the better for fur fun.

I stand there in front of my mistress, cuffed and legs spread while she seats herself on the huge artic fox covered four-poster bed. She seems to be admiring my very rigid cock and hairless balls sticking out from my crotch-less panties. She goes to the closet and returns with a custom made leg spreader bar and secures my ankles in its fur lined leather cuffs. Quickly she adjusts the bar to force my legs so far apart I feel that I am about to be ripped in half. Now I can't pull my legs together, and I certainly can't walk or run. Just standing in my high heels is nearly impossible.

She strokes the length of my exposed shaft lightly with the fur of her sable muff and squeezes my smooth round balls as she smiles at my obvious discomfort. "Ummmmm. I bet you're dying to get some cum out of these babies tonight, aren't you sweetie?" she says. "I might let you do that, but then again I just might make you wait. I enjoy your being so hot and horny. Are you horny, darling? You look horny to me! Ummmm? Maybe if I do let you cum, I'll give you a special little reward afterward. You know the kind of treat a cheap tramp like you enjoys. Like eating something hot, nourishing and high in protein. Something salty, and stringy perhaps…," she says displaying her wicked, sexy smile.

She forces me to lean on her for support as she forces me to my knees. The floor is covered with a thick sheep skin rug, which cushions my knees. "Get down, you horny little fur slut. You have some work to do on my pussy before we do anything else tonight!" she says as she carefully arranges me in front of her.

From underneath her luscious sable envelop she spreads her legs out as she sits on the edge of the huge bed with my head right between them, on my knees, chin resting on the fur spread, and hands cuffed behind me. "Now lick me especially well tonight and I just might let you cum, little girl. Get to work! I want to feel your tongue all the way up inside my hot pussy. Worship at your fur mistress's channel of love. Make me fall in love with your tongue. Fail me and you will regret it!"

I begin to energetically suck and lick Mistress's sweet pussy, as she firmly pushes my head into place with her muff. She adds to her control of me by locking her legs around the soft fur collar of my coat. I am being smothered with pussy and fur. I have trouble breathing but I know better than to complain so I catch a breath whenever I can.

I lick and suck her hairless pussy, savoring the taste of her readily flowing juices. She is obviously ready for me to service her. After a while, she spreads her legs wide, plunges both her hands in the muff behind my head, pushing my face deeper into her crotch as she approaches her first climax. "That's it little missy. Keep it up. Don't stop. Keep me happyeeeeeeeee!" she screams.

My mistress repeatedly cums on my tongue and all over my face as she furiously pushes my head deeper between her thighs and rolls her whole body around in ecstasy. Soon she is rapidly pushing and pulling my head like a piston, trying to screw herself with my long tongue. Her fluids and mine mix easily and soak the fur collar and front of my beautiful coat. The aroma coming from the wet fur is driving me wild. When she can no longer stand to be pleasured any more she pushes me away onto the floor. Bound as I am, I fall helplessly back on the rug. Mistress lies back in the thick white fur bed spread panting as she fights to regain her composure.

For my part, I continue lay on the floor beside her bed, submissively looking up at her mirrored ceiling, seeing myself dressed like the sissy slut that I am, my raging "stiffie" poking through the soft fox coat. I am in heaven. My penis is so hard if feels like its head is going to tear through the skin at it's the end. My testicles are ready to burst, and yet I am still waiting to hear if my Mistress will release my shaft from its prison and permit me cum.

After a while, Mistress slowly rises from the bed and moves to a chair beside the bed. She removes a small makeup kit from the night stand beside the bed and repairs her make-up completely ignoring me. After finishing she turns and says, "You did a pretty good job sissy, and as a reward for being such a good little whore, I think we'll put that little clitty of yours through a good workout tonight." She stands up on her 5 inch heels, towering over me with my leash in her hand. She pulls me by my balls as I struggle to get up. "Get on the bed, NOW bitch. You are going to get some real hard cock training!"

I eagerly attempt to get on her bed but my bondage makes it impossible. Mistress rolls me on my stomach, pulls my cock leash between my legs and through my butt cheeks. The pain is exquisite as she yanks hard, drawing my sissy clit and balls sharply backward between my legs. With this urging, I manage to push myself, helpless in my fur cocoon, onto her pleasure palate. Once on the bed I wiggle and crawl slowly to the center.

She flips me onto my back and shoves several of her sheared Mink pillows under my head and back so I can see my cock standing up rigid through the thick fox fur and my lacy crotch less panties. I can also see my full, round balls sticking out on either side of my imprisoned cock, painfully separated by the cock ring and harness that is holding them. My breath becomes quick and hard as I gaze at the sexy spectacle of myself; my legs encased in those sexy black, thigh high, stockings held up by the six black suspenders of my bustier; the velvety fur cuffs around the top of my stockings as they caress my tortured private parts. My feet are forced to point downward by the incredible high arch of my "fuck me" high heels, which are firmly laced on my legs. All around me, I am engulfed in a wonderful sea of fur. Fur coat, fur pillows, fur bedspread, fur Mistress. What more could a fur slave want?

Mistress readjusts the spreader bar between my ankles, taking care to leave my privates totally exposed for her abuse. I'm so hot that I am trying to pump the empty air above me. Even though my sexual tension is unbearable,

Mistress is displeased by this action. "Stop it, you cheap whore! Stop this instant," she orders and then brings her point home with a quick and hard slap to my exposed balls. She is very pleased when I cry out in pain.

"I have a little surprise for you tonight, my little fur slut," Mistress says while climbing up on the bed and straddling my subdued body. She then lays a condom on my chest as she smiles wickedly at me. "Know what this is for, you fur sissy?" she asks. I act as if I don't know but she knows I do… It means my inflamed shaft and bloated balls are going to get a rough workout. She continues to play with me. "You might think this is for birth control but it's not. It's my fur sissy's cum collector. I'm going to put it on you so I can provide you with a tasty little snack for later. You remember how this little game works don't you, Missy?" she says as she squeezes my scrotum roughly.

"Yes, yes I understand, Mistress, Oh, please…YES!" I reply. She releases me and quickly develops a feigned look of worry on her face. "Ooooh, I see your stiff clitty is leaking some cum already. Ummmmm. Taste this for me to see if it's yummy, like a good little whore" she says as she removes one kid leather glove and scoops up some of the pre-cum dripping from the tip of my diamond cutter with a three inch long painted talon. "Open wide!" she orders as she brings it to my lips.

I comply by opening my painted lips as wide as possible and she puts my own dripping on my tongue. "Now suck it clean for me." I do as directed, pretending her finger is a dildo as I suck. My poor bloated balls ache even more for release as she smiles at my misery and humiliation.

Moving her torso slowly up my chest along my soft, supple fox coat, she tickles her love canal with the fur. Finally she lays her still wet, hairless pussy right against my cock and starts rubbing herself back and forth working towards another orgasm. This is the first direct stimulation my sissy clit has received tonight and I close my eyes, moaning as I push my face into the soft furry collar of my coat, still ripe with our mixed juices. My need to cum is rapidly approaching the point of no return. Yet, feeling bare pussy so close, I know I still can't until my Mistress says I can. My cock ring prevents that.

Purring, she takes the un-lubricated condom and slowly rolls it down over my very rigid cock with her hot, moist mouth, completely to my balls finishing with her nose buried deep in my heart-shaped pussy fur. The rubber fits tightly over the cock ring and it already has a moist spot on the tip from my pre-cum.

"I'm gonna screw your brains out, my little transvestite slut. You WON'T BE ABLE TO CUM of course!" she giggles as she opens my coat and slowly rubs my exposed nipples with her luxurious sable furs. "Oooooooh. Doesn't that feel good? You know, Sable is the softest fur I have ever found. No man can resist its touch," and she kisses and licks my nipples until they stand out like mountain peaks. "Ohhhhh, these babies are ready too," she shrieks with delight. Then she wraps the huge fur coat tightly around my face and chest again blocking my view as she suddenly slips my erection deep inside of her sopping wet pussy.

For a moment I lay there in sexual shock, helpless as she rides me up and down, faster and then slower, deeper, and then shallower, sometimes pausing with just the tip of my penis in her hot pussy. I can't stand it. I suck in a deep breath and my mouth and nose are filled with delicious long hairs of the fox fur. I mumble through the fur "STOP, Please stop!" as I grit my teeth and shudder as the cock ring barely holds back weeks worth of boiling cum stored in my balls.

Mistress slows to a stop, and gently parts the heavy fox shawl collar just enough to see my eyes and gazes deeply as if she understood my pain. I am afraid because its not compassion I see burning in her eyes. Its wild fur lust. Without a word while I trying catch my breath, she re-starts her pumping and soon I am begging her to stop again. Mistress repeats this procedure several times until she has completes shattering orgasms at my expense. Suddenly she pulls herself off my penis for an inspection.

She notes with pleasure that I am so swollen and hard; the head of my penis is dark purple. My heart is pounding as if I were having a seizure. "I see a little more wetness in there. Is my poor fur girl leaking from all her love juice reserves?" she says in her deviant mother's voice as she slowly works her way down towards my cock with her tongue. Ever so lightly, and SLOWLY she reaches my separated balls. She takes the soft brown Sable fur of her muff and rubs the skin between my balls as she pops first one, and then the other testicle completely into her hot moist mouth, running her tongue around each one as her fingers deeply probe my hot pussy-asshole.

"Do you really want some release tonight, my little tramp?" she says. "Yes, Mistress, yes, oh PLEASE …" I reply in my best sissy voice. "You will have to pay me back you know. And if I let you cum you have to eat it all up like a good fur slut. On the other hand, if you want, we can stop now and you can wait to cum. That is, if your not hungry enough tonight. It's your choice," she says with a smile.

She knows that I have wet dreams about eating my own cum, and when she gets me this hot, I really want to do it. But, after I climax, I quickly change my mind. Because I am her slave, Mistress will make me follow through with my fantasy whether I want to or not.

"Well, I'm waiting, bitch!" she says impatiently. I hesitate for just a minute trying to break through my furry fog and make up my sex-crazed mind when she says, "I guess you're not horny enough so maybe you should wait until next week." I burst out in tears crying, "NOOOOO Mistress, please don't make me wait. I've want to cum, I've got to." She smiles. "So you're ready to eat your whole wad for me? Let me hear you beg for it." To my surprise I hear myself begging her for release in my best little whore's voice. "Please make me cum. Oh please! I promise I will eat it all up like a good little whore. Please make me cum!" There is no way I can possibly hold it for another whole week. I have tried before, and when I finally did get to cum, there was twice as much hot spunk for me to eat.

Apparently delighted at my performance, she purrs, "OK, then, sweetie" and she opens the drawer of her night table and brings out a special gag that she had made for me just for this purpose. It's a funnel gag that fits inside my mouth and forces my pretty lips and jaws wide open. I can't close them and the only sounds that I can make are "AH, AHHH, AHHHH!" She slips it over my head until the round opening is over my face and inserts the short, wide tube between my lips and teeth forcing my mouth open as I watch our image helplessly in the mirrored ceiling. She tightens the soft fur straps firmly behind my head and I am powerless to close my painted slut whore's mouth.

Her eyes are radiant with mischief as she smiles and says, "Ummmmm I have you right where I want you now, don't I? Are you ready for some cum consumption, little slut girl? You like to be dressed in my furs like a little whore and forced to eat creamy hot cum, don't you?" I shake my head up and down to answer "yes." "Yes, I can see you do … and you're going to get just what you want. Yes, a nice warm load of fresh cum in your mouth to eat. Are you ready slut? Ready for your treat?" The tears in my eyes tell her that, by this time, I am willing to do anything.

Before I get to cum, she has another tasty treat in store for me. She moves her juicy pussy up so that she is straddling my fur framed face and places her hot cunt right over the funnel and locks her legs behind my head. She screams and her body shakes uncontrollably as she crushes my head between her thighs and pussy. Then she pees right down my open throat. To keep from drowning in hot piss, I swallow constantly until she drains her bladder.

Totally drained, she releases her legs and slides slowly back down towards my rock hard erection. Mistress smiles warmly into my tear filled eyes as she asks if I am ready to swallow more. I quickly nod my head again. She swiftly buries my hardness deep in her cunt and starts me on the trip I have been waiting for all night. "I will release the cock ring when you are close. Of course you won't shoot until I let you!" she whispers as she pulls the furs tightly over my face again, and fucks my horny sissy clit hard and fast. I am her fur prisoner; held by her furs, her bondage, and her tight pussy lips. I try to scream that I am ready through the gag but it only comes out as "AhhhhhhhhHHH."

She suddenly pulls off me and continues the jacking rhythm with her leather gloved hand as she fixes her unyielding grey eyes on me. With an evil laugh, she says, "Watch yourself cum in that rubber, you dirty SLUT! YES! Cum for me! Fill it! Empty those swollen balls of your right in there. YESSSS, do it NOW!" With her other hand she releases the cock ring that's been holding back my love juice for all this time.

As my first eruption hits, it has so much power that it instantly forces the rubber's end to fill and bulge with white milky cum. The pain is excruciating as my hips jerk trying to get away from my tormentor's hand but Mistress continues to force my climax with her firm grip. It feels like my clitty is going to split in two from the pressure inside my slit. She keeps stroking my cock, milking it, making my orgasm last as long as she can, filling my condom full of hot salty semen.

Mistress uses her other hand to alternately finger fuck my asshole and squeeze my balls mercilessly. My hips continue to buck up and down, trying to fuck her wonderful, tight hand as I orgasm repeatedly. I squirt, squirt, and squirt. My cock is still so hard it feels like a steel rod. My balls feel like Mistress has kicked them as hard as she can. As I watch the rubber filling with even more cum, I shudder; thinking of being forced to eat it all. This only makes me shoot hot cum all the more.

Suddenly Mistress turns her body so that she is straddling my chest and her pussy is over the tube in my gag. I am starting to see flashes of light and I mash my eyes shut in rapture. Much to my surprise, I feel a warm sweet liquid filling my mouth. My Mistress is cuming in my mouth. Wait, no! She is pissing in my mouth again. I have to keep swallowing or I will drown. I can't catch my breath. Oh my God. I keep shooting cum into my rubber.

I have reached overload. My body and mind rebel against the madness of it all, and I faint into blessed darkness for a few seconds. When I wake up, I am confused and staring into the eyes of my Mistress, as she strokes my exhausted balls with the velvety fur of her muff. Slowly I realize its now time to for me to do my part of our arrangement.

"Ummmmm, welcome back, sissy boy," she says as she licks her beautiful lips. "Just look how you filled your condom. I'm sure you're anxious for some major cum eating aren't you, you cum sucking slut," she says as she slowly slides her favorite 7" vibrator deep into my ass. She turns it full on. To my amazement, my balls painfully contract and push one last load into the latex covering my erection.

Mistress giggles at me and tightly grips my still rigid cock between her leather gloved thumb and forefinger. She slips the condom off the end, being careful none of my precious white spunk is lost. She continues to tease me, rubbing my exposed cock with her sinuous sable muff. I am in heaven again. After a few minutes she asks "How about a little whore's facial?" Then she slowly, softly, begins rubbing my face with the muff, which now has long strings of my ejaculate on it. She is laughing as she massages my own sperm into my face like it was cold cream,

Her beautiful eyes capture my attention. She forces me to follow as they move to watch her hand bringing the dripping condom to my face. I look up into the overhead mirror and I can see my makeup smeared face heavy with her juices and mine, and my disheveled red wig. I look back and see her smiling knowingly as my eyes dart left and right, frantically trying to find a way of getting out of eating my hot meal.

My eyes bug out as she quickly brings her hand up with the condom of cum to my funnel gag turns it upside down, and slowly squeezes the hot, salty, stringy white contents out; forcing it to run into my helpless, waiting, wide open, mouth. With her other hand she forces the spunk filled muff over my nose forcing me to breathe only through my mouth. I thrash around trying to get away but she holds me fast.

My mouth is filled with my warm sticky liquid. For the first few moments, I think I will gag on it but that doesn't seem to bother Mistress who just giggles more as she forces her fingers down through the condom making me lick the inside with my tongue ensuring that every single drop is put where it belongs. In my submissive, little sissy's mouth.

I swallow as best I can and she forces her fingers deeper, whispering "Suck it, suck it," in my ear. I suck the inside of the condom clean. By this time, I am hard again but the pain in my balls is excruciating. "I am going to make sure that you lick your next load directly off my pussy. And of course you have to carefully lick any juices from the crack of my fur encased ass too," she says. Still gagged I can only think 'Yes Mistress. And you know that I will love it too."

  

  

  

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