Pelzkönigin, The Fur Queen

by Brent Mundy

 

Her heart starts to beat faster as she unlocks the peculiar closet hidden in her bedroom and removes her most sacred items first, arranging them carefully on the bed. Those compelling fur garments hanging in the climate-controlled vault. The stoles, wraps, coats, muffs, and spreads, which while confining her in ecstasy, manage to free her emotions allowing her to soar beyond all earthly boundaries. Freeing her to become that which she finally acknowledges herself to be "Pelzkönigin," the Fur-queen, the slut bizarre, and the sex object of her fantasies and dreams.

Soon she will fill her every erotic desire, exhibiting her body clad in the sensuous fetish garments of her passion. Leather, lace, PVC, velvet, and most especially, fur. Her makeup will be garish, whorish, yet so very erotic and luxurious. She will become the Fur-queen, wrapped in the deep softness of eternal furry stimulation, self-bound and self-restrained. Forcing herself to do what she dreams of doing every waking moment.

From the back of the closet, she removes the bondage chair, specially made to her specifications with its myriad of wide leather straps, dangling locks, and sumptuous thick black fur cushions. Next comes the large chest with its contents of corsets, bondage bras, fine nylons, sky-high heeled boots, hobble skirts, and bondage gloves. She arranges these treasured objects on top of the furs lying on bed in full view of the panel of three full-length mirrors where she can bask in their seductive luminosity when she needs them.

 

Finally, the small chest filled with her special cosmetics, perfumes, and scented powders. She opens the coffer and meticulously places the contents on her large make-up table.

She drags the heavy chair before the mirrors, arranging it for the best view, with many small tables close by. She adorns them with dozens of scented candles, painstakingly building her fantasy scene, laying her implements of passion where she can easily reach them when she again begins entry into her erotic realm of ecstasy. 

The journey begins with a hot perfumed bath, luxuriating in the steam; her muscles relax, knowing they will soon be strained by her looming efforts as she travels the dark path of pleasure demanded by her fleeting dreams, which began this maddening adventure.

 

Having learned from experience, she makes sure to clean her insides as well, completing the cleansing with a fresh herbal douche and enema. Stepping from the bath, she dries herself with wonderfully plush towels and then daubs her body with soft white perfumed dusting powder, preparing her skin for the sexual adventure she has so longed to resume.

She pads softly over to sit on the edge of the bed setting the thermostat to a chilly 60 degrees on the way. On the bed, she gazes in rapture at the many items she has laid out before her. They represent a huge monetary investment for her, but it was worthwhile. The sheer black nylons, red fox-trimmed, crotch-high, slut-boots, the menacing long black leather fur trimmed corset, with its straps and locks, the completely fur lined black leather half-bra, the long tight kid leather hobble-skirt with the thick brown sable trim at the top and bottom, and the shoulder-length kid leather opera gloves. Then there are the plush, custom-made soft Russian sable fur jacket, with its complete matching fur lining, and a matching fur pillbox hat with veil, the long black wig, the leather cuffs, chains, bondage belts and posture collars. The blindfolds, bondage masks, and gags all placed exactly where she wants them.

Dreaming of her completed image soon to be floating before her in the mirrors, she savors the feeling of restriction produced by the items she will soon be wearing. Tasting the effort she has to make to accomplish the emergence of her alter ego, the erotic Fur-queen slut-whore she needs to be, she will become, even if its only for a brief instant in time.

 

A sensual, passing, moment of her life, yet dreaming of the possibility that she might someday find a partner who would be her equal in desire, who would do these things with, for, and to her. Someone finally fulfilling their need just as she fulfilled hers. Mutual lust forcing them to do what each required to consummate their necessity.  But for now, she can only face her dreams alone.

Sighing softly, she shudders and turns to roll the long black nylons into doughnuts and unroll them up her legs toward her already wet pussy. Then she takes the giant powder puff from its bed of perfumed powder and slowly but generously applies it to her nylon encased legs.

 

Now she pulls one long red-trimmed black high heeled boot with its 6" heel over her leg and begins to pull its laces tight, moving ever upward, closing the long black slit over her leg like the corset will soon do to her waist, completing her task by tying the lace ends in a knot at the top of the boot where its fur trimmed top will tickle her love nest when she stands.

Likewise, she pulls the other boot on foot and repeats the maneuver, again finishing by tying off the laces at the top of the boot, noticing the slight dampness on the fur top from her moist, softly throbbing crotch. 

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she reaches behind her and pulls the fur lined double dildo harness with its two built-in vibrating plugs to her. She slips each booted leg into the straps and draws them up to her crotch feeling the electric sensation tingle inside her thighs as the fur caresses her thighs even before she has turned her stimulating electric lovers on.

 

She lubricates the thick vibrating plugs with some K-Y jelly and, squatting, eases them slowly, lovingly, into their waiting tight orifices. Her anus protests but surrenders under her persistent pressure, admitting the long thick stranger and snaps tightly shut around the small recess of the plug. Her dripping vagina eagerly accepts its new robot partner. Both plugs fill her to capacity as she completes securing them, wrapping the straps around her waist, seating them snugly, and locking them into position with the tiny locks that will prevent their removal. The lips of her vagina and erect clitoris welcome the caress of the fur lining. She pauses to enjoy the sensation of fur across her pussy. Efficiently she coils their electric power cords for later use.

Rising, she teeters a moment on those 6" heels, reveling in the direct pressure they put on her toes. Walking any distance in these would be impossible. Then she takes the sinister looking long black leather corset from the bed and wraps it around her waist, covering herself from just below the bust to just above her knees. She hooks the six eyelets of front buck to their mating hooks and adjusts its position on her hips then begins to draw the laces tighter and tighter as it molds itself to her, shaping her outline into an hourglass, pinching in her waist, and causing her breasts to protrude precariously above its top. The effort is time consuming but oh soooo worthwhile later.

Now she must pause to breathe occasionally. It becomes harder to breathe as the corset is drawn tighter. She finally is able to wrap the ends of the laces tightly around her waist to tie the ends in a knot at her navel. Still struggling to breathe, she tenderly reaches down to the soft fox fur surrounding the tops of her stockings and fastidiously snaps on the six garters hanging from her corset. As the supple fur teases her crotch, her level of arousal causes her to pause again to catch a breath.

Now she is ready to confine her huge surgically augmented tits. They were sooo expensive but she loved the bizarre look of the large, distended perfectly round breasts and the fact that the tips of her nipples stood out a full ten inches away her sternum. These will never sag.

 

To add to her look, she takes a dark, creamy, red lipstick and generously coats her already large areolas, making her nipples look twice their normal size. She gently fits each breast into its corresponding half cup, her breasts jutting out into space, like darts pointing her way as she walks. Her sable trimmed black leather bra cups and lifts her breasts even more and lets her reddened and engorged nipples eagerly peek through the soft fur. The tingling of her fur tantalized nipples each time she moves is a welcome distraction.

She slithers into a tight spandex slip, pulling its straps over her shoulders, putting her arms through the loops, and struggles to pull up the zipper. The slip molds like a stretched second skin to her tightly corseted body. Grasping a soft, white, perfumed powder puff, she dabs generous amounts down her body, over her slip, over her corset, over her bra, and pats some over her neck and arms.

"You lovely slut!" murmurs a strangely wicked voice from deep inside her brain as she inhales the heady fragrance of the powder mixed with the strong odor of fur, leather and lace. "You're a beautiful whore!" she hears the voice coo as she views the curious image starting to form in the mirrors through the clouds of powder.

She reaches for two leather ankle cuffs separated with a 6" link of steel chain and pulls them over to her. They are thickly lined with sheared beaver fur. She brings them to her nose and deeply inhales the fragrance of the leather and fur. After a few minutes she gingerly bends over. It is hard to bend at the waist because of the corset and slip. She skillfully wraps a cuff around each ankle, pulling each strap as tight as possible, and then locking them with small locks. With the 6" chain connecting her legs together, she knows it will be hard to walk in her 6" high-heeled slut-boots, but relishes the thought of the attempt soon to come.

 

Next, she selects the leather knee cuffs and wraps them around her thighs just above the knees. They are lined with 2" of the same thick fur as the ankle cuffs. She similarly forces each strap down tightly locking them in place. The short 2" steel chain hang from one that when fastened to the other cuff, keeps her knees positioned closely together, making it even harder to walk. The feel of these bondage devices, sends chills up and down her body.

Taking another deep breath, she stands up, and totters gingerly over to the makeup table and sits down to begin to apply the layers of cosmetics which will transform her face into the erotic slut-whore she so desperately needs to become. She fondles the array of expensive sable make-up brushes on the table. She softly plays the largest brush across her breasts and over her erect nipples. Ohhhhh, it feels so good. But back to business. First, she applies a thick base coat of white powdered foundation, which will show her make-up colors to their best. She pats it with a huge soft powder puff full of her soft white perfumed dusting powder.

 

She takes a pair of 2" long black theatrical eyelashes, and precisely glues one over each eyelid, smoothing them into position then adding a second pair below each eyelid. Then she adds a thick coat of bright blue eye shadow to each eyelid, then a coat of lighter blue, and tops it off with a light smear of silver-green just below her eyebrows. Satisfied, she outlines her lower lids with black pencil, drawing it out to the edge of each cheek. 

Using the same black pencil, she draws in her eyebrows, feathering the edges to the boundary of her cheeks. She fills her lips with several layers of thick bright red lipstick, making her lips larger than life and ultimately, so much more kissable, and outlines her lips with black pencil.

 

She finishes her lips with a several coats of shiny lip-gloss. She sighs deeply, pleased that they stand out like two cherries in the snow. Deep inside she longs to wrap them around a hot clitty, but that won't happen tonight. Using another sable brush, she picks up some severe red blush and applies large slashes of color to each cheek, giving her cheeks that final "whore" look.

She takes the long black fashion wig from its stand and flips it up and over her own stocking-capped hair, its curls flowing down over her shoulders, and teasing her cheeks. Positioning it firmly she brushes it into the fullness she desires, and combs bangs over her forehead and feathers the sides back. She stares raptly into the mirror as deep inside her a voice softly says, "Our slut-whore is almost ready, darling, she'll soon be here just for your pleasure!"

Taking great effort to stand up, she dabs more perfumed powder over her body and minces back over to the bed. Sitting on the edge, she admires the bright red kid leather mini-dress laying there. It has a thick layer of dyed red mink fur around the top and bottom. The aroma of the leather sends tingles from her thighs up to her stuffed pussy. She deftly rolls the dress up and begins the painstaking process of pulling it over her head, her rock hard nipples, over her hourglass torso and finally just above her boot tops.

 

It's time to pause for a few minutes to catch her breath. After a short rest, she grabs a long zipper hook and stands to use it to pull up the dress's full-length zipper. The fur trim on the top barely hides and teases her pointed nipples as they jut eagerly forward into space. It is impossible for her to see the tight fur trimmed hem. Her breasts protrude so far in front, they block the view of her booted ankles.

She walks over to her mirrors and slowly turns around. She absolutely treasures her image as it clings tightly to her, from her massive boobs, to her small corseted waist. From her perfect buttocks down to her chained and cuffed ankles. "So far, so good," she muses. Carefully she makes her way back to the bed and sits down on the furs for a moment becoming giddy and light-headed from the rapture of it all.

She opens a box of body powder and covers her arms with a thin coat. Then she draws one red shoulder-length kid leather glove over her fingers, over her wrist, past her elbow, up to her armpit where the giant fox fur cuff tenderly caresses her bare skin. She repeats the process on her other arm. Bending stiffly, she grasps the leather posture collar and wraps it around her neck, pulling the three straps tight, forcing her head up, and keeping it there. She secures the collar with a small lock prevent it from being removed. "Oh, God, this feels so wonderful!" she giggles as she straightens up to look at herself in the mirrors, checking every detail.

 

She then pulls her heavy custom-made sable fur jacket to her and buries her face deep into its pelts, inhaling its musky scent as she moves the soft fur back and forth over the various parts of her exposed skin. It is the most expensive piece of her fetish clothing, having huge puff sleeves, and a high empire collar. The fur is incredibly soft and lustrous. Reluctantly she pulls it away from her body, stands, and places her gloved arms into the fur-lined sleeves, slowly fastening each of the eight heavy hooks to their corresponding eyelets. Taking her time, she pulls the tailored fur tightly to her body.

As an after thought she picks up a 4-inch wide leather bondage belt, wraps it around her waist, and pulls the four straps tight, fastening them in place. Then she picks up the sable pillbox hat, fixes it securely to her wig with an 8-inch long hatpin, and pulls the thick fishnet veil down and under her chin. She delicately walks back to the mirrors and is totally intrigued as she looks at the incredibly sexy whore's face that stares back at her from under the veil. A moan of pleasure escapes her painted lips.

Smiling, she turns up the high empire-style fur collar of the jacket. She wraps the built-in leather retaining straps around her neck forcing the collar up over her ears, pulling the two straps tightly and locking them in place with the small locks. Her labored breathing continues to rise as the full sexual impact of her fur bondage sets her mind spinning.

Carefully she sits back down on the bed. She slides another pair of leather cuffs, each with a metal "D" ring, over her elbows and tightly fastens the heavy roller buckles on their straps. After three tries and almost falling onto the floor, she manages to stand and stagger over by the bondage chair where she reviews herself again in the mirrors. She slowly turns and carefully analyzes every view of her delectable predicament. "Absolutely breathtaking, and such a whore you are!" the voice inside her sighs as she watches her reflection. With much effort, she manages to use her gloved hand to stroke the tight leather stretched over her pussy rubbing the fur lining deeper into her dripping vagina. Moaning, she looks deeply into the flickering highlights of the candles she placed around her, and claps her hands to turn off the lights.

In the mirror, her shiny grey eyes watch as she slowly sits down and seems to sink into the thick, deep fur. Really struggling with her restraints now, she manages to snap the chain between her knee cuffs together forcing her knees and thighs together. She leans forward reaching behind her to attach a short length of chain behind her back to each elbow cuff's "D" ring, forcing her elbows behind her. With much effort, she wraps another leather cuff around each wrist and locks them on firmly. Now only her hands and forearms are free, but her arms are pinioned behind her back at the elbows.

Breathing very heavily now, she carefully draws each of the chair's wide straps tight forcing her deeper into its dark fur. Several times she almost falls out of the chair performing this long and detailed ritual. Around her ankles, around her knees, over her lap, around her waist, under and over her protruding tits, and one around her neck at the top of the chair. She watches in frenzied delight as she slowly locks each strap in place, binding herself tighter and tighter into the chair. As she watches, she repeatedly shudders in ecstasy, her pussy throbbing, wet and oozing around its tightly filling plug. 

"Such a lovely erotic slut-whore you are, my dear," her phantom voice whispers as she picked up a long, thick latex replica of a 7-inch long, 2-inch thick cock and balls, complete with a leather-retaining strap. A long plastic tube is attached between the gag and a large container of warmed male cum that has been hung from a bracket at the back of the chair. "What a lovely slut-whore you make my girl," the voice cries as her hands tremble, barely managing to gently lift her veil up and plunge the huge penis deep into her throat until the rubber balls rest on her chin.

 

Her beautiful cocksucker's lips wrap around her final prize and begin sucking the salty thick semen, as she tightens the gag's strap, forcing it against the back of her throat, securing it with another small lock, and lowering her veil. Her grey eyes continue to penetrate the shrouded face in the mirror as she edges, ever closer, to that magic moment when she will start the vibrators buried so deeply in her pussy and anus. 

Now, to really humiliate the worthless slut before her, she picks up a box of her soft white perfumed dusting powder placed on the arm of the chair, and closing her eyes, spills the soft white powder all over her cheap whore's body, from the top of her fur hat, over her heavily made up face, over her sable jacket, her protruding giant tits, over her waist, down over her hobble-skirt, and down over her high heeled slut-boots. "There, you cheap bitch, take that," the voice screams in her head as she gazes at the image in the mirror. "I'll teach you to suffer, you slut."

Finally, she picks up a large fur bag. It is filled with more of the soft white perfumed dusting powder. She takes a deep breath, pulls it over her head and buckles two leather straps to the collar of the fur coat. "Suffer, Whore, choke on your femmy powder!" the voice cries as she forces herself to inhale deeply and shudder from the choking powder. Only the loose fit of the bag around her neck keeps her from suffocating. Finally, she thrusts her cuffed arms firmly down on the chair arms and is satisfied by the resounding "click" as she felt two steel cuffs lock around the leather cuffs on her wrists.

 

Securely fettered into the bondage chair, now unable to move, she relishes the feeling of restraint, inhales the odor of perfumed powder and fur, and as a remote timer engages the vibrator control switch to "on", she begins to drive herself into her own mad fur fetish version of sexual ecstasy. Instantly, a soft "thrum" begins, its throbbing echoed by the gagged moans and groans from the bizarrely clad figure strapped into the bondage chair straining its hips to meet dildos just beginning their torment.

Accompanying the moans are the intermittent flashes of six bright strobe lights surrounding the chair as they paint the surreal figure in white light. Then there are the clicks as the shutters of the camera she positioned to capture her image, takes a picture. Every thirty seconds she is again recorded on her journey to fur bound rapture.

Her pussy lips throb and her anus quivers in reply as she is relentlessly bombarded waves of sexual sensation; the soft fur, perfume, being bound by unyielding straps – her quivering, thrusting body pinioned tightly into the bottomless fur of the chair, the quivering vibrators, her hips madly thrusting to fuck the buried dildos, softly moaning around the huge cum filled cock buried in her mouth, all combining to bring her closer to that release she passionately craves. 

Her body shakes uncontrollably. She tries to squirm in the chair and respond to the stimulus but is firmly held in place by her self-induced bondage. Faster and faster the waves of quivering lust wash over her, her pussy oozing its wetness, throbbing, reacting, nearing that magic moment of complete revelry.

 

Inhaling a final time as the perfumed smell hits her, she almost chokes on the penis gag stuffed deep into her throat. Her thick lips eagerly suck the semen mixture from it, forcing herself to swallow. She lets out a long moan that builds into a scream, followed by several grunts as she reaches her first orgasm, and rides it out. Now she is a complete slut, a brazen whore, a cunt wanting to be fucked until she passes out, but sorrowfully, having to settle being satisfied by the two throbbing vibrators, which will continue giving her pleasure until their batteries are finally depleted, and the rubber cock that she sucks incessantly. Forced to remain in the chair, she suffers repeated orgasms until the vibrators no longer function or she passes out.

With the pink fog of each wave of orgasm, she drifts in and out of her dream world, fanaticizing about what it would be like to have a real lover doing this to her. Maybe a beautiful lesbian lover. Perhaps she would pull the gag from between her lips to replace it with her quivering hot pussy. Stroking it gently across her heavily lip-sticked lips, her tongue exploring its clit, tasting the salty urine residue, feeling an erect clitoris sliding in and out between her whore's lips coating her lover's crotch a lipstick red, wet, saliva trail.

 

She imagines the stranger sliding up and down faster and faster, beating their pubic hair and pussy lips into her whore's face, and her being totally unable to prevent it. She dreams of receiving wave after wave of delicious juicy love offering in her mouth and down her throat. Holding some of it in her mouth waiting until they French-kissed her, exchanging their searing tribute to the bizarrely dressed whore, this brazen Fur-queen wrapped in bondage, covered with perfumed powder, heavy make-up, and completely unable to prevent what was happening to her and totally unwilling to stop it…even if she could. And then after they replace the gag in her mouth, she continues to inhale their aroma deeply into her lungs slowly breathing out and then deeply again as yet another orgasm wracks her tiring body...and another…and another.

Many hours later, she finally jerks upright out of a fitful sleep. She has passed out or dozed off after untold numbers of orgasms. Sometime the batteries in her vibrators had finally died allowing her a few moments of blissful exhaustion. Eventually she must gain enough energy try to remove herself from her bondage. She knows the keys to the locks are hanging from the post at the foot of her bed. In the past, she has managed to slowly "walk" the chair over to the bed to grab the keys so she could start unlocking the locks of her bondage. One time she accidentally tipped the chair over and it took hours before she managed to tear one of the metal wrist cuffs from the chair so she could get to the keys.

 

She jerks her body about trying to move the chair. Her motion causes the batteries in her vibrators to suddenly spring to life for a few fleeting moments sending their pleasure to her pussy and ass for one last time. Just long enough to drive her to the brink of climax before they die for the last time.  She delights in this unexpected turn of events.

After many attempts, she finally locates the keys. Unable to see, she must do all of this by feel. Complicating the problem is her continued lack of oxygen due to the tight bondage of her corset and bra as well as having the fur bag tied over her head. It takes her a long time to do this – something she enjoys immensely, being tightly swaddled in her perfumed furs and leathers as she is. The voice from inside her is gone. . .for now.

Still dreaming about the last several hours, she slowly unlocks herself, and eventually frees her sweat-drenched body from the bondage chair. To finish undressing still takes her three hours. Removing the dildo harness and the dildos is especially painful as a result of the hours of fucking she has put herself through. She checks out her image in the mirrors. She sees a totally drained whore, covered in sweat, powder, and perfume. Her thick make-up is smeared all over her face. Her beautiful long black hair is a mess. Her nipples remain erect but the lipstick has been smeared, leaving her looking like she has been beaten and cut.

 

After resting, she drags herself into the shower, using every ounce of her remaining energy, where she spends almost a full hour washing and soaking her aching muscles with the hot water.

Toweling herself dry, she falls onto the fur comforter on the bed and soon drifts off into a deep relaxing sleep that lasts for hours, dreaming of her fantasy lover. A woman to share her fur and bondage dreams. One who will dress her in her furs, bind her tightly, kiss her heavily made up face forcing their tongue deeply into her waiting lips, strap her tightly into the bondage chair, pull the fur bag with its perfumed dusting powder over her cunt-head, then later force-fuck her heavily lipsticked mouth, filling it with their sweet, hot cum, invade her mouth with their sexy long tongue, replace the huge penis gag and leave her to her thoughts for a while. Or maybe even lead her over to the bed and bind her spread-eagle and immobile there, fucking her helpless Fur-queen slut-whore lips, pussy and tight asshole repeatedly instead of her having to rely on those nasty vibrators…think of the thrill …

  

  

  

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