Lesbienne De Fourrure

by Brent Mundy

 

My name doesn't matter any more; it's my story that's important here. It's about my overpowering fetish for fur. I think my first fur experience was when I was about twelve years old. It involved a sheared beaver cape of my mother's in the hall closet. Back in the 50's and 60's women wore a lot of furs. The more fur I saw, the more my lust for it grew. I played with furs as much as I could without drawing attention to myself. When I got married, my wife was "tolerant" with my obsession but did little to help me realize my furry dreams. Early on in my adult life, I realized that, for me, dressing in feminine clothing was part of the allure of furs. I still wanted to have sex exclusively with women. Men never interested me. But being dressed as a woman increased my sexual pleasure. I was very frustrated and confused.

One day, as I had done several times before, I dropped by the local furrier's to sneak a feel of the furs that I knew I could never afford. You know, those massive, floor length, soft, fluffy, expensive coats. As I wondered in and out of the racks, trying not to draw attention to myself, I noticed a beautiful dark haired woman, with piercing blue eyes, and a fabulous figure. She was just dripping in furs. She was shopping at a rack full of Sable coats. She must have seen me sneaking around, fondling the furs, pushing my face deep into them whenever I could. I saw her looking at me several times.

Just as I is about to leave, she approached me, body swaying sexily under her shiny black mink coat, carefully placing one high heeled foot in front of the other. Brushing her sleeve against my cheek, she watched my eyes and was evidently pleased with the reaction she saw. There was a fragrance surrounding her that was divine. She reached in her purse and took out a card, giving it to me with a smile, making a kissing motion with her beautiful red lips. Then she is gone. The printing on the card simply said "Victoria's Fur Closet" and a local phone number.

That is my first experience with Mistress Victoria. But not my last. Over time, I arranged my schedule to "work" two weekends a month to be away from my wife. Those weekends were really spent learning how to serve my new Mistress. Mistress Victoria. Until last weekend...

When I arrived at her business, my Mistress answered the door looking as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a long silver fox fur coat, a tight leopard skin print dress that came to her thighs, fishnet stockings, and incredibly high heels. No matter how it happens, the mere sight of fur always sexually arouses me. I love any type of fur and Mistress knows that I will do anything for a woman wearing it.

As I entered, Mistress Victoria locked the door behind me and put the "Closed" sign up in the window. There was another sign in the window, which read, "Fur Wholesalers Meeting Tonight, 8 P.M." She said she had something very special for me this weekend. Something she said will change my life forever. But that was for later. Right now, I must get ready to entertain Mistress's guests at her cocktail party tonight.

I have been Mistress's slave for almost sixteen months now. My "appointments" usually begin with me completely stripping off my clothes and placing them in the one of the employee lockers in the backroom of the store. Mistress locks my locker and begins to inspect me, making sure that I have kept myself clean and my body is hairless. She established dominance over me immediately and I never forgot that I could never leave her shop with my own clothes, keys, and money unless Mistress permitted me to.

I shaved my body and bathed as required. I was ordered into the women's bathroom. Mistress has installed full shower and bath facilities there for her personal use. She tells me that I must clean out my sissy-pussy using the three enema bottles she has laid out. I am given one half hour to complete the task. I have never done this sort of thing by myself so it takes a little time for me to figure how to do it. I end up, lying down on my back on the bathroom rug with my legs high over my head. It takes a while, but I finally get the first one completed. I wait the required time, expel it and begin the next one. I barely finish with five minutes to spare. I decide that a quick shower is needed to make sure that everything is clean. As I am toweling off, Mistress returns for her final inspection.

Satisfied, she takes me, still naked, upstairs to the bedroom she sometimes uses when she stays in town. It is always very cold in her shop. Mistress Victoria says that is so she can wear as many furs as she wants in her shop. She seats me at her large theatrical makeup table. Her makeup chair has overstuffed mink cushions on it. When I set down, the soft fur tickles my penis and balls. Some of the long hairs bury themselves in my freshly cleaned anus. Mistress has trained me to do my make-up myself, but tonight she insists on doing it herself. I can sense a special tension in the air. I lick my lips in anticipation. My sultry tongue flicks in and out. Only two months ago at Mistress Victoria's insistence, I had the front portion of the connective flesh at base of my tongue surgically clipped. Now my tongue can extend three inches out of my mouth so I can easily pleasure her with it.

She secures my arms behind my back with the pair of fur-lined leather cuffs she had me buy months ago. "Sit up pretty for Mommy," she purrs. I obey. She begins applying the make-up to my face. From the way her cosmetics are laid out on the table, it looks like she is going for the heavily made-up "whore" look tonight. It's a look that she frequently uses on me since I am such a slut. She starts with a cream foundation and then some powder. Next, she does my eyes. Three shades of blue eye shadow and eyeliner, heavy eyebrow pencil giving my eyebrows a high arch, and then inch long false eyelashes are glued on. Thick eyes liner is applied, and then she brushes my cheekbones with plenty of dark blush to accent them. Mistress then applies a deep shade of crimson lipstick using a brush and lines my lips with a lip pencil. Mistress likes nice full lips. She says they look good sucking cock.

"Now you are starting to look like the fur sissy that I want," she whispers in my ear as I squirm my naked ass on her fur-covered chair. Sitting in bare-assed contact with Mistress's chair sends shivers up my back. My boy-clit is rock hard and seeping slightly. I have been waiting for this for a whole week.

"Just one more little touch and you will be complete," she hisses as she stands in front of me. From the closet, she brings out a long fluffy blond wig. She applies adhesive to my shaved bald head and firmly presses the wig on me. She brushes the bangs down over my forehead and fluffs the long hair around my shoulders until its ends are 18 inches below my neck. Mistress is satisfied. She kisses me on the ear, burying her tongue deeply inside. I squirm my bare bum some more on her chair as Mistress places a pair of four-inch crystal chandelier earrings in my newly pierced ears.

Mistress tells me to go to the closet and get my sissy clothes. Mistress took me to several thrift stores and made me buy several sets of clothing. Tonight I will look like a '50's hooker when Mistress finishes with me. From experience, I have learned to start with my stockings and shoes. The corsets that Mistress likes me to wear prevent me from easily bending over to put on shoes or stockings. I carefully roll on my thigh length black French heel silk stockings making sure the seams extending up the back are straight. I really enjoy the feeling of my silk covered thighs rubbing together.

Mistress brings over a very long shoebox with something new for me to wear on my feet tonight. I open the box and pull out a pair of 5" stiletto heeled leather knee high boots. I can smell the mix of the leather uppers, and the fur lining. I put the boots on, running my hands over the soft leather and fur, savoring each touch that I steal. As I lace them up the front tightly, the fur lining wisps out from behind the leather laces. They look so sexy. When I am done, I carefully stand on my new heels and look to Mistress for approval. My feet will begin to ache after just a few minutes of standing but Mistress says that's just part of being a desirable lesbian slave.

She motions for me to continue dressing so I start putting on a severe looking long-line corset with a built-in under-wire half bra that Mistress has laid out. It goes on with a great deal of difficulty. It is made from black satin, with strong boning and steel panels in the front. The bra area is completely lined with soft black rabbit fur, while the corset is trimmed at the top and bottom in the same fur. My nipples come erect when they make contact with the fur. I can feel the sensation up and down my body. My swollen testicles twitch. It's been several weeks since I have been permitted to ejaculate.

The corset is too small for me but Mistress manages to force me into it, pulling the strings in the back until I can barely inhale. The under-wires really cut in under my breasts causing me pain but my hard little nipples peek out over the fur lining so Mistress can play with them when she wants to. Since I tend to be on the plus side, I have some natural cleavage. I love the feel of the powerful embrace of a severe corset, and the pressure of the heavy fur lined garment enclosing my body. Mistress finally wraps the remainder of the corset laces around my waist and ties them. I hold my breath and try to fasten my stockings to the lacey black garters built into my corset. After three tries, I finally get them done.

Normally I would put my panties on over the garter and stockings. That way I only have to remove them to have sex. Mistress Victoria says I look sexier when I leave my stockings and shoes on. But tonight Mistress says I will not need to wear my panties. They would only get in the way. Looks like she will be making me do a lot entertaining this evening.

I am fully erect now. Mistress snaps my hard cock with a hairbrush and the sudden pain makes it go flaccid. She reaches through my legs and firmly pulls my penis back under my balls and up towards my ass. When my balls are forced up into my body, the scrotum skin drapes around my hidden cock. This makes me look like I have a woman's pussy and prevents any embarrassing changes in my "clitty" from showing under my dress. Using several strips of adhesive tape, she makes sure that it won't fall out.

Next comes the luxurious black silk and velvet, ankle length, dress trimmed in brown fox fur. It has a slit up the right side to reveal my nylon-encased legs. I lightly drift my fingertips through the fur, which sends electric sensations through my body. My poor hidden clitty is throbbing with excitement again. Mistress has used my credit card to purchase a few things to put the finishing touches to my attire. Skintight black kid gloves encase my arms from the tips of my nails right up to my shoulders. I bring the gloves up to my nose to inhale the intoxicating aroma and feel the softness against my cheek. As I roll each glove on, it ends at my shoulders in a huge puffy brown fox fur cuff. The delightful soft fur teases my skin. I work to pull the tight gloves all the way up, and smooth the thin leather.

Mistress Victoria struts around me; inspecting every bit of my attire, slapping her thigh with the hairbrush. Finally, she smiles and opens her coat. On her right nipple is a ring, which holds two small golden keys that are for the slave locks on my boots, and corset. Some day soon, Mistress says I will have rings for my nipples too. She removes the ring. Her nipples are firm and standing out about an inch. For being a "good girl," she says I may suck her nipples for a few minutes. I lovingly caress them with my tongue, tickling and using its rough surface to rub, ever so lightly, across the succulent nipples. At the same time, she closes the front of her coat so the fur traps my face and neck, making me even hornier.

Just when her breathing begins to quicken she pushes me away, closing her beautiful coat. Using the keys on the ring, she opens my three locks. She then replaces the ring and closes her coat. She makes me use the locks to secure the leather binders around the top of both of my "fuck-me" boots just above the last lace eyelets. The laces have small jingle bells interlaced in them. I won't be able to take a step that Mistress will not hear. The shiny gold bells and locks stand out framed by the soft fur. She secures the third lock for the corset's lace cover, in the center of my back. I am getting turned on knowing that only she can free me from my female attire.

I love the sexy look of my high heels but they make walking difficult and running impossible. I am forced to carry all my weight on my toes and it's almost impossible for me to stand with my knees straight for any amount of time. When I walk, I must keep my legs spread a bit, and take tiny, chopping steps to keep my balance. Mistress calls it my "sissy mince."

Mistress Victoria steps behind me. She has an old-fashioned '50's style, fur pillbox hat with a thick black mesh veil that will cover my face to my lips. She fastens it to my wig with bobbie-pins. She smiles her approval and offers me a chance to kiss and suck on her breasts a little bit longer. I am in heaven. Finally, she pushes me away again and instructs me to look at the mirror.

I am amazed at the image that stares back at me in the mirror. The disappointment is that I don't look as beautiful as a real woman does, but Mistress reminds me that I am not getting any younger and besides, I'm just a whore slave anyway. Her customers could fuck me even if I had a bag over my head. Laughing, she quickly repairs my lipstick that has smeared slightly since I was sucking on her nipples.

Mistress has ordered me to greet her guests at the door this evening. She will be entertaining a few femme domme friends from her fur club and I am to remain in full costume. "Tonight you'll need a name when you play hostess for my party," Mistress tells me. "May I be called Anita Mistress?" I ask. No, I need something more . . .graphic. Maybe just 'Nida. You will tell everyone that your last name is Diktosuk. Nida Diktosuk." She smiles a pretty smile for me and cocks her head to the side, "That way no one will doubt what your function is at my party.

Then she puts a huge black fox stole over my shoulders wrapping it around my body and giving me a tight squeeze. The weight of the stole, the scent of the fur, and the feel of its silk lining is exquisite. Mistress hands me a matching muff which I immediately bury my face in, forcing the long fur into my nose and mouth. "None of that yet, you slut," she says and steps back to admire her elaborate creation.

I am in heaven. My breathing is rapid. I am flushed with excitement. A few more puffs from Mistress's perfume atomizer on my fur and she leads me over to her full-length mirror for one last look at myself. I see a sexy dressed mature woman, dripping in furs, who is hiding her overly made up whore's face behind a dark veil.

The restrictive nature of my clothing, shortness of breath, the smell and touch of the fur, and the humiliation of seeing myself in full drag begins to play games with my mind. I am starting to be confused what is real and what is not. An hour ago, I was a man, now I am a painted whore.

At about 7 p.m. two workmen arrive in a truck. I greet them at the door and get looks that humiliate me. They have a delivery for Mistress. She directs them to the loading dock in the rear of the building. They unload three giant wooden crates, which she tells them to place in the room just off the conference room. The contents of the boxes remain a mystery to me. One of the men cops a feel of my ass as he leaves, giving me a sinister leer, and calls me … "Whore."

At 8 p.m., the first of the guests arrived. She is Mistress Alaina. Beautiful, tall, slender, with shoulder length red hair. She looks to be extremely muscular and fit. Her piercing green eyes tell me she is obviously used to being in control. She wears a full-length black leather coat with huge fur cuffs, and a giant fur collar. Her head is crowned in a massive black fox hat. After getting over the shock of seeing her for the first time, I notice her scent. It is very much like my Mistress's perfume, almost hypnotic when mixed with the luxurious fragrance of her leather and furs. She is breathtaking.

I curtsey, and welcome her to my Mistress's establishment. Mistress Alaina pays little attention, handing me her purse and gloves and walking briskly into the meeting room, the high stiletto heels of her black boots clicking on the floor.

"Who's the fur sissy at the door?" she asks. Mistress replies, "Oh she's the new girl I told you about. Tonight she's Nida Diktosuk." Mistress Alaina laughs, "Need a dick to suck? That's really cute. Well I am sure that we can accommodate her sometime this evening, don't you think?" Both women laugh.

As it gets closer to 8:00 p.m. several more women arrive, but none are as beautiful as Mistress Alaina is. Many are older dommes; all appear to be very wealthy and are drenched in fur and leather. The sight of their furs makes my clitty strain against the adhesive tape, causing me unending pain and pleasure.

Some of the visitors have unpacked the contents of the three creates. They contained fur coats, hats, muffs, boas, and throws all owned by the group. Everything you could think of that is made of fur is there. There are furs hanging up on racks, thrown on sofas and chairs; they are everywhere.

Mistress beckons me into the room. She too has dressed in the '50's style with a long red cocktail dress with mink trim, long red gloves also trimmed in mink, and a red hat with a veil. She has on a full length Sable coat. It has large padded shoulders, huge cuffs and a massive cape-like collar. She looks magnificent and menacing. There are about a dozen other women in the room. Most of them appear to be very mature. Mistress Victoria and Mistress Alaina appear to be the youngest of the group. They are all are wearing furs of course.

Mistress Alaina claps her leather-gloved hands to get everyone's attention. "Ladies, Ladies, please take a seat. It's time we get started. Nida, get everyone's drink order," Mistress commanded. While I make mincing trips back and forth from the bar, carrying drinks on a little silver tray, the women continue to move to find seats and talk, largely ignoring me.

Mistress Alaina calls the meeting to order and yields the floor to my Mistress. Four other women gather around me, pinning my arms to my sides. I look around, confused and scared by this sudden turn of events. "Just relax, Nida," Mistress says. Then she addresses the group "You are all here tonight to welcome my latest find. Tonight her name is Nida Diktosuk. Miss Diktosuk if you will. She is rather unique in the fact that she will do literally anything to be near fur. In all my years in the trade, I have never witnessed a sub so strongly possessed by a fetish for fur. Tonight we will attempt to explore her need for fur. Bring her up here ladies," she orders. I move too slowly for them and my arms are forced up behind my back as I am roughly escorted to my Mistress's side. My beautiful wrap and muff are taken from me.

As I reach the front of the room, Mistress Alaina produces a coil of flax rope and starts binding my arms behind me. She loops it around and around from my wrists to above my elbows almost pulling my arms out of their sockets. I squeal in pain. Then she forces a large, red, ball gag in my mouth. "Now she'll be quiet for the rest of the evening," she says to the crowd. The Mistresses all howl with laughter.

"Let's just see how slutty this girl can get," Mistress Alaina says as she pulls on a pair of latex examination gloves. She then pulls my dress up to my waist. Two other women spread my legs, place a spreader bar between my ankles, and lock me into the ankle cuffs on each end. Mistress Victoria comes over carrying the huge sable muff that matches her coat. My eyes almost pop out when I see the rippling of the incredibly soft fur every time she takes a step in her heels.

"There, did you see the look on her face when she say this muff. Watch her reaction as I just lightly brush this fur across her cheeks." Mistress Victoria moves closer to me. My eyes are fixed on the shiny prize in her hands. She repositions the muff under my nose so I get a good whiff of the perfume on it and then ever so gently stokes my left cheek with the fur. I swoon; making a muffled groan thru my gag that is barely heard in the back of the room. I throw my head back, and close my eyes, forgetting where I am. I struggle to make more contact with the muff, but Mistress Alaina will have none of that. She jerks me backwards.

Seeing all these beautiful domes dressed in furs, and seeing all the fur around me is clearly taking its toll on my brain. The women all seem to love the effect their fur has on me. Next Mistress Victoria pushes the thick muff between my legs. She lightly traces the inside of my thigh with the fur. Slowly, up and down it moves, just barely touching my balls that were earlier drawn up to make them look like a "pussy."

I make a complete fool of myself as I plead through the gag to have Mistress give me more of the fur. I drool around the edges of my ball gag. I want that fur, I have to have it. Mistress Alaina has a different plan. She directs two of the Dommes to get "the chair" ready for use. I didn't know what "the chair" is but I doubt that I will like it.

They bring a heavy, old Victorian-style wooden chair to the front of the room. Its seat is upholstered in thick, supple, Chinchilla fur all over the seat and up the back. The chair has no arms but the sides of the front legs are fitted with fur-lined metal cuffs to secure a slave's feet. My eyes almost pop out of my spinning head when I spot the huge dildo sticking the tip of its ugly head up out of the fur on the seat. It is life-like in every detail. So much so that at first I think, it is real.

Mistress smiles at me and whispers, "What will you do for the fur my little slut?" And she points to the chair. "Will you submit to the pleasures of the chair?" I look at all the fur around the room; some of it barely touching me. It gets hard to think clearly. I smell the fragrance of the leather, fur, and perfume mixed together. I watch the shiny luster of the fur, and imagine its cool caress, longing to feel the light embrace of the fur all over my body. After a few moments, nothing else matters. I must have more fur! I drop my eyes to the floor and nod my head "yes."

"Very well then," Mistress Alaina said. "Free her little clitty and lube up her lover." Someone releases my stiff cock and it pops to attention. Another woman applies a large amount of KY on the chair's dildo. Mistress Alaina stoops to my waist while two others hold me firmly. Mistress Alaina licks her beautiful ruby lips and starts sucking on my clitty while she rubs my crotch with the muff. As I start to swell in her mouth, she pulls my cock away, quickly placing a cock ring on my poor penis, and tightening it down. My clitty is trapped!

Mistress Victoria and the two Dommes force me to the chair. Once there, my Mistress cuts off my beautiful dress exposing me in just my silken nylons, garters, "fuck me" boots, and corset. My nipples are erect and beg for attention as they peek over the fur lining of my support garment.

I feel someone place a gob of lube up my ass and I am forced backwards onto the chair. First, my ankles are spread even further and encased in the fur restraining cuffs at the base of the front legs of "the chair." Leather straps are fastened around the chair legs and just below my knees. The chair is deep enough that my arms, still firmly tied behind my back easily fit. I try to use my knees and thigh muscles to avoid my appointment with the waiting dildo but Mistress Alaina grabs my nipples and starts twisting them, yelling at me to "sit down." Trying to maintain my balance in my 5" high slave boots is impossible.

The crowd of be-furred women starts cheering as I am pushed backward and down towards the waiting dildo. I try to make it as easy as possible on myself by relaxing my sphincter muscle to accept the huge cock, but the Dommes are having none of it. Cries of "Hurry, Hurry, Fuck yourself," and "Go down on it, Bitch," echo in my ears. To speed things up Mistress Alaina jumps onto my lap, firmly wrapping her legs under the chair and her arms around its back. Then she starts to crush me onto the seat. I can no longer resist. With her full weight on me, I am helpless and my boy-pussy quickly meets my anal rapist.

My ass cheeks start to part and I think it might go easy because of the huge gob of KY they had put between them. Nevertheless, as my tormentor starts to enter me, I feel the burning fire, as my sphincter muscle is forced wider and wider. "It's too big," I scream against the gag. But the only thing that comes out of my mouth is long strings of saliva. Mistress has disciplined me with butt plugs before but nothing as big as this monster.

I began to whimper and cry into my gag, as I am pushed further and further on to the huge cock. Mistress Alaina is bouncing up and down on my little cock reminding me that I consented to this display of fur love. Faster, and faster she rides my sissy pole as the plastic cock is creeping up inside, raping me deeper and deeper. I am trapped between the pain and pleasure. And it's is getting extremely hard for me to breath. I try harder and harder to suck in some air, but I can't seem to get it.

I must have fainted because the next thing I know, I am fully seated in the chair with the dildo shoved up my boy-pussy to its plastic balls. I hear Mistress Victoria sweetly whisper in my ear, "Welcome back slut! Are you ready to continue?" Without waiting for an answer, Mistress Alaina orders one of the Dommes to bring my muff.

As she approaches me, I see that she is carrying the huge Sable muff they used earlier. It must be at least three times larger than a normal muff. It has two long leather straps hanging from each end. As the muff gets closer to me, I notice that there is something sticking out from the middle of the muff. It looks like another penis.

Mistress Victoria removes the ball gag from my mouth and wipes off the saliva from my chin. Then, in front of all the women, she makes a big show of adding layers of bright red lipstick to my already smeared makeup. "Now Nida," she says, "I am going to give you a dick to suck and I want to see you leave your mark on it."

Then she and Mistress Alaina force the muff onto my face, wrapping it around my head and securing it with the leather straps. The long, fine, soft Sable hairs force their way into my mouth, nose, and eyes, and even my ears. It's wonderful. Just before it reached my face, I was given a clear view the vertical slot in the head of the penis, sticking out from the center of the muff fur, dripping with pre-cum! I can hardly breathe, and I can't see anything but fur and cock, but I can smell the fur and perfumed mixture that I know belongs to my Mistress.

I hear a whirring noise and feel something warm and firm start pushing against my painted lips. The muff has some sort of a mechanism inside it and it is pushing the giant dildo out so it will invade my mouth. It is growing in size just like a real dick, forcing itself deep into my throat. I panic as this monster starts hitting the back of my throat, forcing me to gag. "Suck it, lick it," come the cries of the women. As my lips spread to the breaking point, I try to relax to suck and tongue the monster hoping that it will keep it from choking me.

Screams and catcalls come from the group of Dommes enjoying their entertainment. I hear Mistress Alaina ask if I am ready to become a real fur slut as I relax my throat muscles at the head comes to a rest deep inside me. Then I felt something soft, gooey, and warm engulf my clitty again. The huge muff that is around my head blocks my vision. Mistress Alaina puts the giant sleeves of her fur coat around my chest from behind. With her gloved hands, she starts rubbing and pinching my nipples.

"Now I'm going to give you a nice three way fuck bitch." Immediately I hear the faint sound of machinery. Unknown to me, Mistress Alaina has three different electronic controls. One for the dildo in the chair, one for the dildo in the muff, and one for the vacuum machine attached and now deeply sucking on my clitty. At first, I'm not sure if it is a pussy or even a mouth. Then it starts a rippling suction that increases to a pressure that I had never experienced before. I didn't know what it is but I know it's fucking me so I begin to try to fuck it back.

At the same time, the dildo in my mouth and the one in my ass start to grow even bigger, and vibrate as they move in and out of me. Mistress Alaina is fucking my "clitty," my pussy, and my mouth all at the same time just by pushing some buttons. And the only things she is actually touching are my nipples.

I concentrate on keeping the dick in my mouth from choking me. I suck and lick it as best I can, trying to keep it moist. My painted lips run up and down the plastic dick. With my concentration forced on sucking, my "pussy" seems to have a mind of its own. I force my ass down when the dildo rises up, meeting each stroke with a response that I can't control. The pain is gone, but the pleasure level is quickly rising.

I can hear Mistress Alaina behind me. She is really enjoying this. She is breathing heavily on my neck, and encouraging me to "fuck, fuck, fuck." Suddenly the vacuum tube on my clitty is jerked off as Mistress Alaina comes from behind and jumps on me, rapidly stroking her hot pussy up and down on my clitty, bouncing hard on my balls, and pushing them deep into the soft fur covering of the chair. I am quickly approaching heaven, not even remembering that with the cock ring in place, I can never reach it. I grunt loudly from behind the muff. I want this to continue forever. I want to cum. I am oblivious to the show that I am putting on for the audience. I just want more and more fur and fucking.

Mistress Alaina is in control. She is making the pleasure last. When it seemed that she is on the brink of a climax, she actually slows everything down, only to increase her pumping again. She repeats this time after time. Just when I thought I have taken all that I can, I feel the dildos getting warmer. Mistress Alaina is getting closer to the edge. She is like an animal, fucking faster and faster. As she comes to her climax, both the cock in my mouth and pussy erupt with giant spasms, swelling to completely fill my orifices and spewing warm salty semen deep into my throat and rectum. My own balls strain in pain at the futility of Mistress Alaina's pussy rapidly sliding up and down on my cock.

Mistress Victoria is by my ear and orders me to swallow all the cum in my mouth, and not to spill a drop. I try but the mechanical penis just keeps pumping sperm. I am desperate to keep from choking or smothering. Cum begins to flow freely out my ass and my mouth. And then it is over. The sperm stops flowing and I collapse, fainting again into a welcome darkness.

When I wake, it's difficult for me to focus on where I am. After a few minutes, I realize that I am still in the chair, in front of the audience of Dommes. The muff is gone, and the dick in the base of the chair is gone from my sore asshole too. Mistress Alaina has evidently retired for the evening, leaving me here to regain consciousness in front of the women. I test the various parts of my body and find that my arms are free but my ankles and knees are still firmly held to the chair legs. I don't think that anything is broken but my jaw and throat are very sore, as is my rock hard clitty and my anus. It is very painful for me to remain seated but I have no choice since I am still tightly secured to the chair.

Then I notice the warmth and softness of fur all around me. I note that I've been wrapped in a soft white Lynx fur blanket. It's a big, bulky, and is pulled up around my face. I look around and see Mistress Victoria and several of the other Dommes seated in animated conversation. I am still dazed as Mistress stands, approaches me, and whispers in my ear. "You've performed well but I have one final performance for you to make tonight. I am going to remove the cock ring from your clitty. If you love me and my furs you will grab your boy toy and jack off for the group."

I am exhausted, but Mistress insists it must be done and begins licking and nibbling on my ear from behind the chair as she pulls the fur higher up around my neck and into my face. I love the softness of her touch and fur but I'm not sure if I can do this. My throat is raw and sore from being raped and my neck muscles burn from pumping up and down on the giant dildo in the muff. The intruder in the chair has torn my boy-pussy wide open. It is still dripping KY jelly and sperm. Even my back and hips hurt from the piston like action of the chair as it fucked me.

Mistress Victoria continues to try to arouse me by kissing my neck and rubbing my body with the fur. I always love the feel of Lynx fur. It holds a special place in my heart since I first masturbated using a Lynx stole. I feel the wonderful silkiness of the fur, and breathe its long hairs into my nose. I part my smeared coated red lips and suck the fur in, gently caressing it with my tongue.

I begin stroking my sore, red, "clitty" which, much to my surprise starts to react. I carefully pump up and down, closing my eyes, trying to drive everything else out of my mind. The cock ring is still in place, but I don't care. Faster and faster, I stroke. I can feel the passion building in my wrecked body. Mistress can tell from my breathing and the look on my face that I am slowly reaching my climax.

She reaches around the front of the chair and removes the ring that has imprisoned my cock for all these hours. I am lost in my concentration, never missing a stroke. Lost in the pleasure of fur, I close my eyes and continue to pump and stroke until at last, I see starbursts and my sissy clitty erupts spewing hot sperm out on my crotch, my gloves and the chair.

The audience roars with applause. They love my performance. Mistress comes around and gives me a deep hot kiss, parting my lips, and sticking her tongue down into my aching throat. She is very pleased. "As a reward for your performance," she announces to the group, "I am going to let him eat his own cum." And she scoops up the salty, white, stringy goo with a spoon and feeds me every last drop. I am too weak to protest. The crowd breaks into applause again as Mistress Victoria bows to them.

Still bound to the chair, I am graciously left alone with my passion and pain as the meeting ends. I can hear Mistress Victoria saying "good-bye" to her guests at the door. All of the Dommes were thrilled with the entertainment and highly complemented my Mistress on my "talent." I am a "hit" with the ladies. The last to leave is Mistress Alaina, who has returned from the guest bedroom. She makes Mistress promise to "loan" me to her for a full weekend of fun sometime soon.

After some time, Mistress Victoria comes back into the room and she is obviously elated. She complements me on my performance. Everyone thinks I am a great catch, she said. Her attitude towards me has changed from the beginning of this evening. Now she is very gentle as she releases me from the chair and helps me stand up. I almost fall to the floor but she pulls my arm over her shoulder and helps me to the Woman's bathroom, where my evening began. She sits me on the toilet seat and begins to run bath water in the Jacuzzi tub, pouring in plenty of her special scented bath crystals.

As the tub is filling, Mistress lets me retrieve the keys to my boots and corset from her nipple ring; unlocks the three locks, and I begin the long job of unlacing my boots, being careful not to strain any sore muscles. Showing a rare moment of compassion Mistress stops me and finishes removing them. I am overwhelmed by this display of affection. She unhooks my garters and rolls my stockings off, sweetly kissing the inside of my thighs as she helps me remove my corset. I suck in my first full breath since the night began and immediately begin to cough as my ribs protest with pain from their night of bondage. Mistress leaves my blonde wig still glued to my head. "You look good as a blonde," she tells me. Then she gets me into the tub to soak and rest as the soothing water jets gently knead my worn body. The warm water and the bath salts start to rejuvenate me.

After a while, I start feeling better, and I wash myself and I explore my body trying to determine the actual damage. Mistress comes in and announces that she wants me to get dressed, but first she has me bend over to expose my torn anus. She rubs some warm lotion into and around it. A warm comforting sensation quickly washes over me. She hands me a pair of panties and a medicated sanitary pad, instructing me to keep my pussy-ass covered until it heals.

I get out of the tub and am folded into a huge, warm towel that Mistress holds for me. She wraps another towel around my hair and takes me into her bedroom. I sit at the fur covered make-up chair for the second time this evening. I am given a cup of tea to drink. It smells different from the tea we normally have and I try to ask about it but it seems unimportant now. My Mistress is totally involved with making me into her fur sissy again.

She blow dries my long hair and brushes it into a feathered back style with big puffy bangs, finishing by pulling the hair down around the sides of my face. She carefully reapplies my make-up finishing with my overly painted lips. She adds long, dangly, feather and fur earrings from her collection. They gently tickle my neck and shoulders. I look in the mirror and see that I am her "fur sissy" again.

This time she chooses to dress me in a bright red leather bustier lined with red dyed rabbit. She tells me it's reinforced with real whalebone. It has bright red garters and the built-in bra is cut out to expose my nipples. The fur is soft and cool as it wraps around my body. I love the feel of my breasts being pulled up and into it. The fur tickles my hardening nipples.

Next comes a pair of red silk hose, then she brings out a new pair of 6" high open-toed pumps. The shoes each have a long set of leather straps which Mistress weaves up and around my ankles, providing me with little support but effectively locking the shoes on my feet. "I know that you have never walked in heels this high but its time you learned. Besides, I find them a huge turn-on." Mistress explains.

I am starting to feel a little light-headed and am getting very horny from the fur trim rubbing my extended breasts. I begin to I think that I might be drugged, maybe from the tea, but it may be too late to worry about it. My penis is very hard and very sore.

"Sit here while I get myself ready to make love to my little sissy lesbian." Mistress says as she enters her bedroom closet. A few minutes later, she emerges totally clad in black. Black leather thigh high boots, which makes her look six feet tall, a black leather bra, and garter belt, black hose, and a gorgeous waist length black sheared mink coat with black for trim that is so thick and luxurious looking, it almost hides her body.

My sissy cock is at attention and turning a red-ish blue to honor her. She takes notice and takes a fur lined cock ring from a drawer, securely locks it around my penis, and tightens it firmly in place. I wince in pain. She bends over, takes the head into her hot, moist mouth, and gently runs her tongue around it. Even more of my blood rushes into it making me thing it is getting so big it will split Mistress gets up and slowly walks over to her four-poster bed, sitting down on the thick red fox spread. She pats the spot beside her and says, "Come to Mama, baby."

Tentatively, I stand up on my 6" heels and slowly walk over to the bed, carefully putting one foot in front of the other causing my ass to sway all the way to my Mistress. Once I reach the bed, she orders me to kneel beside it. She leans over on her side and pulls my head to her bosom. I begin to kiss and suckle her lovely breasts, leaving a trail of creamy red lipstick wherever I kiss her.

I work my way over her perfect body, inch by inch, enjoying the sensation of her satin flesh and fur bedspread in my mouth. I eagerly suck both her boobs slowly running my tongue around the nipples until she pushes my head lower. I stand up, trying to balance on my new high heels. I follow the center of her body with my tongue down to the top of her shaved pussy. She is rubbing up and down it with one of the thick red fox pillows on the bed. Everything seems so erotic to me. My senses are heightened. I can smell the juices flowing from her pussy and mixing with the fur of pillow. She spreads her legs and I force my face between the pillow and her vagina. When I probe her pussy with my tongue, it is like a pair of large swollen vertical lips. When I open them, her clitoris is a swollen nub extending out from under its hood. I lick around it being careful not to fully expose it … not yet.

I continue to gently tease this rock hard mound for a few minutes and finally I begin to suck on it running my tongue completely around it. She instantly reacts arching her back and moaning loudly. She pushes my head away and moves the pillow back to her pussy. I watch her clit tent up as the fur softly caresses it. I take the fur and stroke the soft fox over her clitoris, which snaps back under its hood, as Mistress's body stiffens in passion. This close I can smell her urine mixed with the odor of her perfume, pussy juices, on the fur.

Something is happening to my mind. Everything is foggy except my will to please my Mistress. I become crazed. I bury my face in her opening and drive my tongue deep into her canal. She grabs the pillow from me and uses it behind my head to force my face deeper into her waiting cunt. She climaxes the first time as I am stroking her with the tip of my tongue. I lick up the juices, first from her body, and then the furs.

She effortlessly rolls over onto her tummy and elevates her gorgeous ass, getting her knees under her, and crossing her arms under her head. "Now my asshole lover," she orders. I know what she wants. I pull myself to her crawling on my belly, the soft fur bedspread stroking the length of my entire body, my stiff clit digging into the fur like a plow into the earth I must pleasure my Mistress. Slowly, lovingly, I open the cheeks of her ass and look into the valley. I can smell the musk of her bunghole. I have been forced to service my Mistress like this before. I really didn't like it, but tonight it seems like she's giving me a special gift. I hear my Mistress's voice, "Go ahead fur slut, get in there and finish your job. I close my eyes, and using my hands, gently open her buttocks wider. Sticking my long tongue out, I force my face deep between her cheeks seeking the flower of her anus.

This time, to my surprise, I actually like the taste. I start by slowly running my tongue around the rim of her sphincter and then working into the center, making sure my saliva thoroughly lubricates the area. I tentatively probe the center of her brown hole, finding that my tongue can easily push deep into it. I go wild, tongue fucking her ass while she continues to fur her pussy with the fur pillows. My tongue is like a little hard cock, pushing, licking, probing, and exploring the walls of her bowels. I have no idea how much time passes but suddenly I feel her body tense before she starts to climax. The spasm almost breaks my lower jaw, as the muscles of her ass force me out of my roost. I am confused and try to re-enter, forcing my face back in, but I can no longer gain entry. Now she is twisting and turning as the throws of passion rack her body. I push myself back from spectacular ass as she collapses on the bed; face down on the soft red pelts.

Still unfulfilled, I lay quietly as the foot of her bed waiting for some reaction, stroking my boy-clitty against the fur. "Enough of this, its time to finish things up" Mistress says after a short rest. Fixing a leather leash firmly around the base of my exposed balls, she pulls me to my feet and leads me out of her bedroom.

We go downstairs as she continues pulling me by my leash while I try to maintain my balance in my sky-high heels. A couple of quick jerks on the leash breaks my concentration and I almost fall going down the stairs. Mistress giggles all the way, telling me that she has decided to keep me, and not share me with anyone else. "Or at least until I tire of you." she says as an after thought. Through the thick fog in my head, I work to remember something important. "But Mistress Victoria, I have to be back at work on Monday morning," I reply. She ignores me. She takes me to the fur vault directly behind the sales floor. It is guarded by a heavy fire proofed door, an elaborate alarm system, and an expensive air conditioning system to keep the temperature and humidity at just the right level.

When we get up to the vault, it is unlocked and the door is partially open. She pulls me inside and pushes me up against her furs. She has row after row of furs hanging from custom made racks and hangers. The racks are hung high to keep the furs from touching the floor. There must be hundreds of soft, luxurious coats, stoles, muffs and hats in here.

She watches me like a predator while the sights and the smells of the furs excite me to new levels. "I have decided that you are going to be my full-time fur sissy. My lesbian sister and lover." She whispers. "Do you like all of these? Aren't they soft? They seem to just reach out and capture you don't they?" As I begin to move ever so slightly against the cool softness of the furs, the room starts spinning.

She takes out a perfume atomizer, leans over to me, and sprays me all over with the perfume. It's her special scent, which she has made and imported exclusively for her use. She watches as my eyes begin to flutter and I begin to sink deeper into her control getting very, very dizzy and confused. "That's right, just feel the soft fur! That's it. Now, didn't you want me to make you be my fur sissy? You have a monster sized fur fetish but you know only a woman can wear women's furs. And only I can make that happen for you. I know how much you want to wear all my furs." As she says this, she moves over to the nearest row of furs and runs her hand seductively across them, rippling the dense, shiny, fur.

She takes the bushy hem of a nearby coat and caresses my erect sissy-cock gently with its fur. It is a floor length, raccoon coat, soft and luxurious. The tuxedo front and sleeves are crystal-dyed fox. I start to shudder as she furs me more, and more. My erection is straining against the cock ring, feeling so hard it will tear itself from my body. Pre-cum is dripping on the floor, "That's right, just get lost in the softness. It's so soft and pretty. You can't resist it. You simply can't resist my furs. You want this. You need this don't you lover?"

Maybe it is all the activity of the past few hours, maybe it's the tea, or maybe it's just my unyielding lust for Mistress and her furs, but I hear my voice answer, "Yes Mistress. I must have it. Please make me your fur sissy. I want to be a prisoner of your furs forever. Make me your sissy now!" My heart beats faster and faster. My breath is coming in short puffs, inhibited by the tightness of my corset. I push forward and engulf myself in the hundreds of furs. I inhale the aroma from the fur and Mistress's perfume.

"Oh, my! You're ready to be mine aren't you little girl? You can't move away from my furs can you? You feel completely lost in their softness don't you? I am going to make you give me everything you have, now and forever. Your house, your cars, your money, and your credit cards. They're all mine. How does it feel to be snared in my furs? Lost in the softness and trapped . . . forever?"

My will is slowly leaking away. There is nothing I could do now but mumble "wonderful, Mistress Victoria," at this point. And this made her smile again. "Oh, and I know how you only like making love to women but all my sissies must suck real cock for me. You'll do that for me won't you? Hmmmmmmm?" Somewhere deep in my brain a voiced screamed, 'NO!', but I when it reaches my helpless mouth I quietly say "yes, Mistress," knowing deep down inside me that she is totally right. I will do anything she wants.

I tremble before her, my knees get weak, and it's hard for me to stand in my 6" fuck-me heels. I look peacefully into her eyes. Like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming truck. I know that I am completely in her power. I try to clear my head and think about other things but there is nothing but Mistress and the furs.

"Well, that's not very convincing now is it? Why don't you beg me? Yes. That's it. I want you to beg me to turn you into my fur sissy. Come on. Beg... use your best sissy voice." She laughs as I fall to my knees on the floor in front of her and begin whining and begging. "Please Mistress Victoria! Please make me your fur sissy. Please. I want to be your lesbian sissy lover, wear your furs, and be your servant! Please! Please! I beg of you, Mistress! Please! I don't care about anything else. Turn me into a fur-wearing sissy and make me your slave forever," I whimpered in my best girly voice. "I must have the fur; I must bury my face in the fur, force the soft hair deep into my mouth, and sniff the fragrance deeply into my nose. I'm begging you Mistress! Please!" Tears flow down my cheeks.

Mistress seemed delighted with my performance. Totally, in control, she slowly, seductively, steps up to my face offering me an unobstructed view of her luscious pussy. "Here, little sissy, smell this," and she pushes my face deep into her crotch. My tongue slips completely into her furry patch. The musky smell and slightly salty taste drive me deeper into passion.

"Well, that's very nice, darling! However, are you certain that you want me to turn you into my slave? I mean, remember once I complete your change, you can never go back. You'll be mine forever. No more wife, no more job. No more possessions. You will only serve me. You will never leave my furs. You will constantly be caressed with my soft, thick, cool furs. This room will be where I'll keep you when your aren't servicing my friends or me. Don't think you'll be able to relieve your sissy clitty on my furs because a sissy of mine always wears a chastity device. You'll be lost in here. With your kind of fur fetish, every movement in my furs you will make yourself more and more excited. You won't be able to resist them. You'll be absorbed into my furs, caressing them over and over, forever! And of course, you will never be able to stop. Are you sure you want that?" she asks.

"Once I make you mine, I intend on keeping you that way, no matter what you say, or how you feel! You will never, ever, be able to leave me. I will be your entire life; just my furs and me. Do you understand that?" she asks as she continually strokes me with the soft furs, looking deeply into my eyes for any sign of reaction.

"She coyly plays with a strand of her hair as she says, "By the way dear, the tea that I gave you and the cream I pushed into your ass have herbs and narcotics that have taken away your will and help make you mine. After a direct injection, the process will be completed. You will be my little lesbian fur slave and cock sucker, constantly furring yourself, and I will enjoy watching you be destroyed in the process. The person you were will no longer exist. You will disappear from the face of this earth and no one will ever find you. You will need an appropriate name to go with your new life. Let's see, how about Sissy? No … Prissy, Pussy? I know … I will call you Fourrure. That's French for fur. Miss Fourrure. Yesss, I like that," Mistress Victoria looks very satisfied.

She gazes from the furs and then to me, "Good, then its settled. You are mine. I will make all the legal arrangements. Now what fur should my little Fourrure lover wear tonight?" Mistress pulls me up and continues to tease my body with her furs, listening with satisfaction as I moan with ecstasy. "How about something very long, very heavy, very seductive, and very feminine? Maybe something in a fox. Would you like this one, dear?" as she pulls the heavy coat towards me.

My eyes look away from hers for an instant, and I begin to hesitate slightly about answering. Something deep inside me says maybe this isn't what I want for my life, then I feel a slight prick of a needle in my arm and Mistress Victoria reaches over, cups my chin in her hand, and forces me to look into her eyes again. With her, other hand she shows me the hypodermic needle she has just used to deliver the final dose of her drugs into my mind. Then she gently caresses the tip of my cock with the exquisitely soft fur of the coat hanging close by.

"It is soft, isn't it? Just think about being surrounded in that, every minute of every day. Every movement you make will do nothing but excite you more and more. Doesn't it feel heavenly right now? It's irresistible now isn't it?" she says as she laughs. I hear myself reply in my best sissy voice "Yes, Mistress! Please! Yes! Please! I beg of you! I don't care. Yes! Please Mistress! Please make me a real woman so I can wear your furs! Make me live with them. Make me your lesbian slave. I will do anything for you. Please!"

She laughs and pulls me deeper into the racks of furs. "Yes, you are all mine now. That last dose of drugs will erase any will you had left," she says as we walk for what seems like hours through the maze of fur, turning this way and that. I am totally confused and lost. My mind is numb. Furs brush against my face, my titties, my whole body, constantly as we walk. My penis is sooo hard, and my balls ache like nothing I have felt before.

Finally Mistress stops somewhere deep in the forest of fur. She has found what she wanted. She sprays me with more perfume, and then pulls the fur in front of me up against my face. My eyes look like slits as the fur caresses my nose and mouth and Mistress's hand encircles my sissy cock. I am excited beyond my own comprehension. I am feeling sooo feminine. Mistress Victoria looks deep into my eyes and smiles. She clearly sees my mind is nearly gone. I have no will of my own. I only care about serving her and her furs. Nothing else matters.

She dims the lighting using a nearby switch and pushes me deeper into the fur rack. "Now my little Fourrure, just feel those shimmering pelts in front of you." She peers through the darkness to see the silhouette of my body trapped against the furs in the dim light. She tugs on my leash and my balls twitch beneath the fur.

"That's it. Just feel the fur in front of you. Feel how soft it is. How cool it is. How thick and hypnotic it is. Just become helpless in it. Absorbed by it! Trapped in it! You're trapped in my furs! Mine forever!" She lets out a very, very wicked laugh, but I never even hear it. My mind is reveling in the very seductive, beautiful, full length, silver fox coat hanging before me on the rack. Without clearly seeing it, I can tell it has an oversized shawl collar and huge bell sleeves. The smoky gray colored fox pelts are incredibly soft and deep.

"Let's put it on, shall we Miss Fourrure?" she suggests. She drops my leash and pushes a button on the wall. The rack the furs are hanging on slowly move downward so the furs on their custom-made hangers can be reached. She stretches up beside the coat and pulls down a very thick metal hanger with built-in leather harness from the rail. Mistress Victoria steps behind me and fastens the harness to my shoulders so that the hanger's hook extends above my head. I hear locks on the harness click closed.

She pulls the heavy fur coat from its own hanger and turns it inside out so the soft fur faces inward and the shiny red silk lining is outward. She comments how the lining complements my red leather outfit and shoes. She steps behind me and lifts the coat onto my shoulders, guiding my numb arms into the sleeves. The first sensation is the coolness of the coat. Then I feel the soft fox guard hair, furring me, giving me waves of pleasure that are overpowering. The immense weight of the coat causes me to stagger momentarily. The velvetiness of the fur, its thickness, the heady scent of the fur mixed with Mistress's perfume, and the unbelievable suppleness that surrounds me makes me swoon.

She gently tucks my long blonde hair inside the coat as she pulls the massive collar up around my face and head. The long fox hair invades my nose, ears, and mouth. I welcome the feeling of passion that overruns my body and mind. The sleeves of the coat are so long that my hands can't reach the cuffs. Mistress begins securing the hooks and latches built into the collar so it is tight around my neck and face. She repeats this process, time and time again, as she slowly works down the front the coat; each latch click making me more her prisoner. I am now bound in beautiful silver gray fox fur from the top of my head to my ankles. And I can't get out of it. I don't want to get out. I welcome the incredibly feminine feelings that flood over me. I want to live my life this way, forever.

"There. My! Don't you look pretty? Now move. Move a little. Go ahead, Miss Fourrure. Move." I obey. As I move inside the coat holding me in bondage, every part of me is being caressed with the soft fur and silk. I can smell her perfume, the perfume that she sprayed on me before, the perfume that has become part of the fur, part of me. I am so turned on that I can hardly stand it. The more turned on I become, the more that I feel compelled to move. And the more that I move, the more I feel the fur's caress. I can feel the fur literally destroying any resistance I have left.

Strangely, I can actually feel my feminine side taking over. Whimpering to myself, I try one final time to gain control of my mind. This is wrong... this isn't what I wanted, But I .... I'm getting so hot, so horny, I can't stop! Everything around me is spinning in confusion. Then like a snap of my fingers, all that I am, all that I was, leaves me. My name is Miss Fourrure. I am Mistress Victoria's sissy lesbian, and I have been every since I can remember. With each movement, more perfume and fur surrounds me, and every inch of my body and soul is being caressed and teased by the fur! "Oh Mistress Victoria, it's like a psychedelic dream. I'm losing my mind!"

Mistress is enjoying the show. With one hand, she plays with her nipples and the other she rubs her clitty. She is clearly getting hot too. "Oh really?" she says. "You're losing your mind? Are you sure? My furs are turning you into the woman you always wanted to be, aren't they." Then she says, "Here, let me help! Let me help you on your way to happy womanhood, sissy Missy Fourrure!" She reaches up and shoves an inflatable dildo gag into my mouth through the fur of the collar. She buckles the straps around my head, and pulls the collar back up. I can't make a sound. "You really must get used to sucking my cocks, darling," she whispers as she pumps air into the gag inflating it past my ruby lips, expanding it to fill my mouth and throat. "All my women like to suck cock, when they are not sucking my pussy," she laments.

I take a quick breath through my nose, and the fur and perfume explode in my head, like sniffing cocaine. The male side of my mind has given up its fight for existence as my feminized body continues to fur itself, destroying all that I used to be in the process. It is over for the old me. While my mind embraces the feminized fur sissy side of me, Mistress quickly pushes me back towards the other coats on the rack, hooking the coat hanger harness on my back in place. She reaches over and presses a button on the wall and the rack rises up, pulling me off my feet. I am hanging from the rack like a fur coat. The situation of my new fur bondage is extremely comforting in my twisted mind.

Mistress Victoria can hear me, her new fur sissy wrapped in her furs, shaking so hard that the furs on the hangers beside me are rattling on the rack as the furs caress me. Her voice seems to come from nowhere, "Don't fight it darling. You are mine now. All mine. You will never leave me. You will serve only me. You want to say here forever and be my little fur sissy, don't you?" I make a muffled "yeth" sound through my gag as I greedily suck on the giant inflated rubber cock.

Then, she reaches up inside my coat, and taking her nails, she runs them down my stomach, over my painful erection, over the fur, and soft skin between my legs. "Oh! You're so soft and pretty. So thick and smooth! Yes! So feminine! I knew that you are a fur lesbian at heart. I promise you will get no mercy from me, ever." Lost in her bondage l just didn't care any more. I am content just being the woman that I am.

Mistress seems very happy. She laughs at me again while she continues teasing me with her fingers caressing me, the fur, turning me on more and more, making me twitch, and rub myself with the fur, more and more! Finally, she removes the restraint from my sissy clit. I feel complete love for her and I know she loves me. What a fool I am.

Mistress Victoria steps back and looks in my direction. All she sees is a very seductive smoke gray fur coat wrapped tightly in bright red silk, shaking on its hanger. The hanger moves slightly back and forth on the rack, caressing the other furs. She can just make out what's left of a face in the fur. It's my face, the sissy fur whore.

"I think that you are doing very well for now. In a matter of hours, any memory you may have of your old life will be gone, a victim of my chemical 'inducement.' Everything that you ever thought about outside my world will be gone from your mind. You're trapped completely. Being constantly horny for fur, you'll just keep furring yourself more and more, turning yourself on more and more, and becoming trapped deeper and deeper as my transvestite fur slave. Under my spell and the spell of the furs in my closet, it will feel good to be so soft, so feminine won't it? Hmmmm? I've really enjoyed draining you of your manhood little by little, like the cum leaking out of your little clitty. And you couldn't stop it could you? Hmmmm?"

I cannot see her but I hear Mistress laughing as she walks towards the fur vault door, the click-clack of her shoes on the floor. She calls back, "I'll check back from time to time to see how you are doing. Oh, and if you mess up my furs with your salty semen, you will have to lick them all clean. Who knows I just might bring back some real cocks for you to suck and maybe fill up your pussy asshole too." As she turns to close the door, she can hardly hear the muffled noises of my rapid breathing and moaning from ecstasy as I cum the first of many times in the hours ahead. She giggles, closes the door, and locks it.

  

  

  

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