Part One – (a) The Long Ride
He figured that he had driven about 2 hours. He had not checked the time of his departure from the last gasoline stop, but he knew he was pretty far away from any major city due to the poor radio reception. The snow had continued to fall and the driving was pretty tricky. The tall pine trees were very large here he thought. He loved this part of the country, the isolation, the beauty, and his summer trips this far away from the city had been a pleasant change for him. He was delighted that he had decided to make this trip in the winter months, even though the driving conditions had slowed him down. He was in no hurry, anyway. He would simply continue to the next city and get a room for the night, but he was not tired now. First he noticed the flashing lights ahead, and as he slowed, he could see the red flairs on the roadway. The image of the police car came into view as he approached. The trooper waved a red flare at him, warning him of impending danger, and he brought his car to a gentle stop. The trooper approached him, having difficulty walking in the falling snow. “Good evening. We have a bridge out about a mile down the road. The snow plow hit one of the side walls and we have to re-direct traffic until the bridge is checked out tomorrow.”, she said. “Well, thanks for stopping me. Pretty cold night to be messing around up in these parts. How can I get back onto the interstate from here?”, he asked. “Turn around, and take the first road on your right, it’s marked pretty well by that large sign for the camp ground, just about 2 blocks back the way you came. The campground has been closed since the first snowfall, but you will be able to make out the sign pretty easily. As I said, turn right at the sign and proceed for about 45 minutes and you will find the on-ramp for the interstate. Say, why were you so far from it at this time of day?”, she asked. “I had planned to take this side trip all summer, I have until next Tuesday before I can make my next call… I’m in engineering, a system developer… self employed… And I just finished my last job a little early. I don’t have any pressing matters to go home to and I’ve never been in this part of the country during winter before. I just decided to check it out… Sure is beautiful up here in the North Woods… I love the views from this high ground in the summertime.”, he replied. “Said you had until next Tuesday, well you’ve got plenty of time to travel. Engineering, Huh, sounds complicated… Well, turn around carefully, and don’t get stuck, and look for that turn back there. I just came down that way and the road is pretty good. You should have no trouble if you take it easy.”, she said. He noticed that she was, from what little he could see, a very pretty woman. Funny how people select their line of work, but this far North he supposed that would be a pretty safe job for just about anyone. Probably not much happening this far from the crowded cities… He carefully turned the car around and headed back the way he came. When the trooper saw him make that right turn she walked over to her police car and picked up the microphone. She changed the frequency of the radio. She spoke for a minute and then re-set the radio. The trooper turned off her flashing lights and drove off into the impending darkness, smiling, half-laughing. She was glad that she had not had to be there very long. He was only the second car she had stopped and he looked like “a winner” to her. As she passed the parked snowplow, she waved to the fur-coated woman sitting in the cab. The snowplow started up and drove off in the direction that the man had taken. The driving was not all that bad, and he continued along the snowfall slackened somewhat. The sky was black now. The headlights played little games with the images ahead of him. He was beginning to tire of the driving. He would stop at the first motel he found.
Now the snow was falling more heavily, and the road was getting more difficult to travel on. He continued along, more slowly now, and he was glad to another vehicle on this road besides his own since he had made that turn. The snowplow was off to the side of the road, stopped. He noticed that the road directly ahead of him was much worse to travel the snow considerably deepeer, and he wondered whether he could make it any further. He stopped alongside the snowplow. He opened his door, and a window opened of the snowplow also opened. He yelled out of his car, “How much further to the interstate?”. The woman’s voice replied, “Well, it’s not all that long a drive in normal conditions, but tonight you’ll never make it. We won’t have the road cleared that far until near morning. I suggest you go back the way you came.” Oh crap, he thought, that is not an alternative. Maybe she knows someplace I could stay for the night. “Miss”, he yelled out the window, “is there a town nearby back down one of those side roads where I could find a motel or boarding house, or someplace to stay tonight?” “Sure, just turn around and go back about 2 miles. There is a farmhouse up on the hill in the woods to your right. All you will see is the driveway entrance on your right side. The house has a long driveway, but they keep it cleared pretty well. The mailbox has the image of a large fox on the top of it, you know, made out of sheet metal. You will know when you are there. They take in travelers from time to time. I’m sure you will be welcomed.” she said. He thanked her and turned his car around. He proceeded as she had directed and found the driveway easily. He turned, and sure enough, the roadway had been very recently plowed. He drove required a distance, thank goodness that he did not have to get out and open that gate, as the snow was falling very heavily now. He turned a bend in the driveway and before him, nestled in the trees, was a large ranch house. The house had some lights on inside. There was a large modern single story barn building off to his right. From what he could see, this place was pretty large, the house very long and looked to be modern and very expensive. “Boy”, he thought to himself, “this place reeks of money. Who ever built this joint sure spent the bucks.” Parked in the driveway were to foreign cars, both expensive. He pulled his car alongside of one of them, parked, turned off the motor, and started walking through the snow up to the back door of the house. “Good evening mam,” he said, ” sorry to bother you but I was told by the snowplow driver down the road that you take in travelers from time to time. I’m pretty lost just now, I’m trying to get to the interstate and the road is not yet cleared. I would like to rent a room for the night, that is if you have one I could use.” He noticed that the woman was very tall, she had very long red hair, very pretty hair, and she was wearing a fur collared sweater. She had slippers on her feet, and no doubt, the incoming cold air through that partially open door was probably starting to bother her. “Well, come inside. No need to stand out there in the snow. We can talk here in the kitchen.”, she replied. He stepped inside, into the warmth. The room was mostly dark, a fireplace glowed at the far end of it, and he was aware that other people were sitting on the lounges, etc. “Here, let me take your coat. I just made a fresh pot of coffee, and there is plenty left over from dinner. Some of the girls will not be coming in tonight due to the weather, so food I’ve got.”, she said. “Thank you. I could use the coffee. Do you have a room I could stay in tonight? I’ll be leaving in the morning when the roads are cleared. How much could I pay you for it?”, he asked. “Oh, rent a room, well, we’ve got plenty of sleeping rooms, especially with this snow storm. Don’t plan on leaving too early. The snowplows are running a little behind. No need to pay for a room. Not necessary. Glad to have you as my guest.”, she replied. “The coffee tastes even better, now that I know that I don’t have to drive in this stuff any longer. It’s been a long day. Well, thank you very much.”, he said.
The Farmer’s Daughters?
“Do you like oyster stew?”, she asked, “I make the best stew in this part of the country; Sort of my speciality.” Without waiting for his reply, she ladled out a large bowl of the hot steaming oyster stew and set it on the kitchen table in front of him. Out came a spoon from a drawer and a bowl of crackers from a cabinet. She poured him another cup of hot coffee. What was he to do? Turn her down? He happened to like oysters. He ate heartily ! She presented him with another bowl full, and he consumed that also. The warmth of the room and the oyster stew relaxed him completely. “I’ll show you to your room”, she said when he had finished eating, “and you take a nice hot shower. Just hang up your clothes in the closet, and when you have finished your shower I’ll have a nice warm terry cloth robe waiting for you. You come back out to the kitchen and we’ll have a drink and talk for awhile.” “I’ll take up your offer on that shower. Sounds great. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Now where is that room?” he asked. “Here, follow me.”, she said as she walked just a few steps down a short side hallway and opened the door marked “Guest 1”. He had taken the opportunity to examine her stunning figure from behind as he followed her down the hall. “Boy,”, he thought, “she sure is very shapely, and that long red hair of hers sure is sexy!” He stepped inside the guestroom and closed the door. The room was just large enough for a double bed, one dresser with a mirror on the wall above it, and a large wooden armchair. There were two doors, one to the small closet, and the other gave him entry into the bathroom, which had a sink, toilet, and medium size shower. Clean fresh towels hung from the fixtures, and a new bar of soap and wrapped razor and shaving cream were on the counter of the sink. Two pillows were laid on the bed, and a corner of the spread was turned down, just as you would expect to find in a fine hotel. The furniture and appointments looked to be very expensive, and the room had been nicely decorated. It room had the feel of luxury, country style. “This woman has a really nice place.”, he thought, “She must be pretty well taken care of. She sure is good looking.” “Very nice.”, he thought as he undressed, placed his clothes in the closet and entered the bathroom. He enjoyed the warmth of the shower.
Part One (b) – Time For Dessert… but for whom?
He looked for the bathrobe, and found it lying on the bed, and with it was a pair of slippers. Sure enough, the bathrobe was very nicely made, and on the pocket was that emblem of the fox, the same as he had seen on the mailbox. He opened the closet and found that all of his cloths had been removed. A framed printed notice was hanging there in place of his suit coat which informed him that the “clothing will be cleaned and returned not later than 7:00 am of the next morning, Sundays excepted”. Only his shoes and belt remained. He found his wallet, money, and credit cards, all accounted for, lying on top of the dresser in a silver tray. “Very classy!”, he thought to himself. He opened the door to his room and walked the short distance back to the kitchen, dressed only in the terry cloth robe and slippers. He noticed that he could just barely close the bathrobe. It could have been just a bit larger around the waste, but the length to his knees was just fine.. She was glad to see him. She smiled and motioned to him to sit down at the kitchen table. As he sat down and scooted the chair up to the table the bathrobe parted open from his knees up the waist belt. His modesty forced him to slide his chair loser to the table, so as to keep his entire lap beneath the table cloth, which hung down about 6 inches over the side. As he slid his chair closer to the table he felt something made of fur brushing against his legs. He could not see under the table, and he was forced to remain where he was, else his opened bathrobe might reveal “something” to her, his “private parts”, and he had no idea of how she might react to that. So, he just sat there, wondering what was hanging under the tablecloth. “Well, how did that shower feel?”, she asked. “We are glad to have you as our guest. Here, I made a rum and coke for you. I had some fine Jamaica Rum left over from one of our trips, and I thought you would enjoy it. What sort of work do you do?” “I sell exercise equipment to the larger stores. I used to be somewhat of a workout fanatic and so I decided to set up my own small company selling the equipment. I like to travel, and since I am not married, my time is my own. Thats why I left the interstate to take the back roads, just to kill some time and to enjoy the scenery. I had not counted on so much snow this early in the season.”, he replied. “Thanks for the rum and coke. I’ve not had on of those in a long time. What is this farm all about?” “Your clothing will be cleaned for you, it’s just a part of our normal service for all guests. Glad you like the rum drink, that’s my favorite.” she said. “Well, this farm used to be owned by a family that raised mink for the fur industry. The farmer died several years ago, and his wife inherited the farm. They had one daughter who could not make a profit from the business, and his wife no longer cared to run the farm and she retired somewhere in the South. It turned out that some of the men farm hands were stealing the best pelts, which were of the finest grade, and were selling them outside of her business. She had a good reputation as a quality provider, but she could not manage the farm by herself. She discovered the theft and fired the men. She sold off all of the mink stock and tore down the breading barns. At least that’s what I was told.”, she said. “Her mother died at about that time, and passed on a large cash inheritance to her. She knew her furs very well, after all she was raised “in the business”. But she also had a deep seated distrust for men that she thought ruined her family business, and so she decided to hire only women from that point on.”, she continued. “Well, as I suppose you may know, the fur business has fallen on hard times, what with some peoples attitudes. They eat hamburgers, wear leather belts and shoes, and tell others not to raise foxes, among others, for the manufacture of fur garments. The daughter was left without a profession, but it is safe to say that she “”had a hard-on”” for those kind of thinkers.” she continued. “Well, she loved the feel of furs, and she knew that most men think that a fur coat, or any fur garment for that matter, worn by a women is a very sexy item. So she decided to “join the underground”, join those women had purchased, or who had been given, beautiful fur coats and who were now afraid to wear them in public. She set up a “training camp”, a sort of rest camp, for any woman who wanted to learn to use furs to her advantage. And so this farm was born.” She continued, “We make and sell the sexiest fur clothing and “love toys” that the world has ever known. We take pride in our commitment to fur lovers through out the world, and we have customers from just about every corner of the globe. Why this white fox fur collar that I’m wearing is one of our special creations.” “Our employees, all of whom are women, know more about furs than any man could ever know. We invite women to come here, learn about the use of our furs at one of our “camp sessions” and then they purchase the furs from us. Believe me, our repeat sales business is very large! Every time we have a “new creation” it is usually sold out for a year or so.” “We don’t raise the pelts, we buy them on the open market. We can use just about any grade of pelt these days because we make a large assortment of “love toys” and this helps to keep the price range very reasonable. Any woman can afford to purchase from us, and so our sales have grown tremendously. We sell only to women, but I know that most of the sales are “engineered” by their boyfriends or husbands. Once the men “”are hooked”” no other woman can take them away from their fur loving’ partner, unless she is a fur lover herself. There is always that danger, don’t you agree?”, she finished. Well, his mind was running at full speed. What had he “walked into”. She was very nice, and certainly seemed honest, and she “sure as hell” was sexy. “What is this fur thing hanging under the table for?”, he asked. “That “”fur thing”” that you are feeling is actually a series of fox fur muffs that we hang under the table. They are always there. That is one of the tricks that we teach girls to do, to totally excite “their man” by catching him “off guard” especially on some weekend morning. It’s neat to give him something else to think about besides his morning coffee.”, she grinned. Well, what to do? His cock was starting to get hard from the feel of the furs under the table, the effect of the drink, and the beauty of the woman. He was beginning to feel more sexually excited as the rum worked on his brain. “Well, what do you say we go over to the couch and watch the weather channel on TV? We may be in for a big storm tonight.”, she said as she stood alongside the man still seated at the table. He was afraid to move, his cock was now nearly at full erection. He couldn’t control it. He had tried to think of something else just to get calmed down, but the feel of the furs and the sexy attitude of the woman prevented him from having much success. “Look, ma’am”, he blurted out, “I’m a little embarrassed just now. I have a, a, a problem, well sort of. I think I’d better sit here for awhile, think I’ll just enjoy this cup of coffee if you don’t mind.” “Oh, so that muff has gotten you a little excited, has it? Well, I was hoping that you would get a large firm hard on for me. I’m going crazy being here with all these other women, and I need a man, if you know what I mean…. Hasn’t been a man up here for a couple of weeks. I’m pretty horny, my friend”, she said. “Look, most everyone has already gone to bed. There are only 2 other girls in the den, and one of them is sleeping on a couch. The other girl is waiting to see if her new boyfriend can make it up here for the weekend, but thats not for another day at least.. She is interested in the weather channel, just as I am. And you are my guest! No one will see or care about anything. Here, let me get you a couch pillow to “cover yourself” with.”, she said as she turned and quickly moved away. As she returned, she dimmed the kitchen lights to almost off. He could not see very much. She stepped behind him, pulled his chair out from the table and, as he stood up with his back to her, she reached around the front of him and firmly placed the large couch pillow over his genitals. She then spun him around, leaned firmly into him, and drove her tongue deeply into his mouth. Without further delay, she grabbed him by his arm and quickly led him to another couch in a darkened corned of the room and gently pushed him down and onto it. She immediately laid down beside him, her head on top of the pillow on his lap, her long red hair falling across the rest of the pillow and down to the far side of him, her white fox collar contrasting with the black pillow. She smiled up at him and blew him a kiss she gently wiggled her head.
The pillow was made from black fox fur. It was rather large, but not too thick. In the very middle of the pillow was a 4 inch diameter hole that went from one side through to the next, and his cock had been thrust directly up and into this hole. Every move of her head sent shivers of sensual sensation through his body. His cock was totally surrounded by black, soft fur. He could feel her head, and of course her white fox fur collar, on the end of his cock. He was getting very excited! Every time she moved, the furs were driven, very softly, into every crevice of his groin area and his very hard cock. The bathrobe covered everything else. To the casual observer, it looked like a man sitting on a couch, wearing a bathrobe, with his girlfriend laying on her back, her head resting on her fur collar on top of a fur pillow on his lap! But he certainly was feeling a whole lot more! She looked up at him and smiled. He was afraid to move! The furs were, at least, warming up a little, and some of the initial shock was wearing off. “Do you like my pillow?”, she asked. “That is only the first of our many creations that you can experience. You can move about as much as you like, my sweet. I rather enjoy holding you like this.” He was besides himself. He didn’t know what to make of all this. He had never had a woman, especially a very sexy woman, do anything even remotely like this to him. He wondered what would happen to him if he lost control and ejaculated into that pillow or her hair. He was afraid to move. He was afraid to touch that pillow or her thick long hair for fear of losing total control, so he just sat there, perfectly still. But she was not still. She would slowly move her head from time to time as she watched the TV set. Tickling sensations raced through his body with her every move. He thanked goodness that the robe and his closed legs kept that pillow from getting into contact with his balls. He knew that he would lose control if that happened. She slowly rolled herself over and onto her stomach, her head still lying on the pillow, never raising it. She slid the white fox collar under her face, not touching his dick. Now he could feel her warm breath, her lips just an inch away from the head of his stiff cock which was now protruding about 3 inches straight up and out of the fur pillow. She moved her lips very close to his cock, not touching it. She laid there, silently for a couple of minutes, just looking at his straining dick. Then, without making any other movement, her tongue flicked out and encircled his dick, licking it, drawing it up against her lips. She kissed his cock, very tenderly, until he thought he could not stand it any more. And then she released it, allowing it to flop back into the furs. He moaned a very soft moan, barely audible. She squirmed her head at his pleasure, furring his cock with gentle squeezes to the side of the pillow, enveloping and then releasing his cock from her furry kissing pillow and lips trap. She was driving him insane. He was not sure that her movements would make him cum. She was not pumping anything. He began to realize that this was just what she wanted to do… drive him crazy… She was doing a great job… He was afraid to make any noise… it would draw the attention of the girl at the far end of the room, maybe even wake up the sleeping girl on the couch. He tried to hold his breath. He was not prepared for her next move. She gently lifted her head straight upward, and in one motion pulled the pillow that was separating them off his lap. The immediate furring sensation caused him to gasp as the fox fur pillow was dragged across his lap. She then quickly raised the pillow and completely buried his entire face into it His hands flew up to hold the pillow and smother his moan. He was now, by default, furring his own face! Neat! this was a very clever woman. Now, in one fast motion, she side slipped off of his lap, drove her arms down between his slackened legs, and wound up kneeling on the floor with her head buried into his lap, his cock sucked deeply into her waiting mouth. He had not seen any of this! He was holding the pillow to his face to keep his noises from escaping, and now his mouth was filled with soft sensual fox fur. He thought he was going to die! She did not move. She held his cock in her mouth, her tongue slowly licking it, no other movement could be seen in the darkened corner of the room. Slowly, ever so slowly, she raised her head completely off of his cock. She quickly produced a small hand towel and covered his straining cock with it. She gently squeezed his dick through the hand towel until she was sure it was dry. She let him relax for a moment, his very hard cock protected by the hand towel. He started to relax, and she moved the white fox collar down into the area between the robe and the towel. None of his skin was exposed, so he could not feel her completely envelope his dick in the white thick fox collar. She said to him, “Sweetie, take a deep breath for me, please. Move that pillow off to one side, my lover boy, I want to see your handsome face. Please look into my eyes, my love. Please?” He moved the pillow slightly to the side. What he saw was this beautiful face looking up at him, completely surrounded with white fox fur collar. In the middle of it all, and about 1 inch from her lips, stood up that hand towel. His cock was underneath it! She never removed her gaze from his eyes as she removed the towel. Suddenly his cock was enveloped entirely within the thickness of that collar, it completely disappeared!. All he could see was her eyes, her long red hair streaming down her back, and the feel of that sexy soft fox fur collar. He thrust his dick upward and the tip popped out of the fur collar. This was a mistake. This is what she wanted him to do. She then quickly pushed the lower ends of the collar under his balls, completely enveloping them. The sensation drove him to cover his face with the black fox pillow to smother his scream, the fur driving into his lips. He further thrust his hips upward trying to lessen the furring on his balls, and she took both hands and pulled the rest of the collar up and over his thrusting cock, completely covering it. His cock and balls were completely smothered in soft rich white arctic fox fur. He began to leak into the fur, and with each leak she would dry off the end of his dick with still more dry fur from the collar. He moaned and trust up and down in the cock fur trap. She giggled as he strained to come, but she held him very softly, never letting too much pressure get to his dick through the furs. He was in Heaven. But he was now abel to warm up the furs again, and some of the torture subsided. She released her grip on the furs and let him calm down, his cock now totally exposed to the cool room air, but his balls were still smothered by the ends of her collar. “I have one last trick I want to show you before me make love tonight, my Sweetie. You have been such a good boy, holding back your cum for me. I want to show you a neat trick. It’s called the “”disappearing cock trick””. Now lower that pillow, and watch your cock play hide and seek.”, she said to him. He looked down at her smiling face. He saw his cock standing straight up. She took one side of the white fox collar and slid it out from underneath him, leaving the other end firmly in contact with his balls. She raised the loose end of the collar above his cock and started to slowly rub it downward against the underside of his stiff prick. Suddenly, he felt something different, a different, cool, furring sensation. How could this be? He had warmed up those white fox furs, hadn’t he? He watched with amazement as his cock started to go deeper into the fur. How could this be? She was simply sliding the fur down his dick, not wrapping it in the fur. But more and more of his cock could not be seen, until, with a quick downward stroke, his cock completely entered the hidden pocket and was now completely entrapped in a sable fur cock sheath built into the inside of the fur collar. It was completely hidden by the long full arctic fox furs. The furring torture was now to begin in earnest! He slammed the black fox pillow back into his face to smother his moan. His hips jerked downward, trying to free his dick from the hidden sable fur of the sheath, and his balls dropped into her waiting mouth… just as she had planned. She drew a good strong vacuum on his balls, which prevented his cum from escaping, and she then gently squeezed his throbbing fur enveloped cock with one hand while she helped push the pillow into his face with the other. She stroked his furred cock, sucked his balls until she knew that he could stand it no longer. Her sex slave withered before her, caught in her almost finished trap. Both of the other girls now sprang into action. The fur pillow completely blinded him from seeing their approach! Both of the girls ran over to the fur smothered man, each grabbing one of his arms and clicking his wrists into the hand cuffs attached to the back of the couch. The ball sucking woman released her grip on her collar and slapped the ankle cuff around his left leg while her right hand dropped away from the pillow that the other girls were now holding across his face, and firmly slapped another cuff around his other ankle. He was firmly strapped to the couch. He was totally helpless. “Well, hello my Sweetie. You were making so much noise that you got the attention of my girlfriends, and they wanted to meet you, so say hello.”, she said. The black fox pillow was dropped into his lap, but the fur collar was not removed from his cock. Each of the “new girls” drove their tongues into his ears, and then, one by one, they forced their tongues deeply into his mouth. He struggled against his cuffs. They kissed him furiously, hardly letting him get a breath of air. They stopped their kissing and placed their hands behind his head, forcing him to look down for the final act.
The Cum King Meets His Match
The “collar girl” pulled the white fox collar up enough to release his cock from within the sable fur hidden pocket. She pulled the furs completely out from under his balls and the girls on his sides jammed the black pillow down between his legs and under him, completely burying his balls down and into the center fur pocket of the pillow. He withered in sexual sensation. The collar girl then said, “Well, my lover boy, what kind of fur do you think is hidden within the other end of this collar? Want to take a guess? Well, cat got your tongue, or did one of those girls bite it off? No answer from you? Well, you are not about to escape it, so get ready for the furring sensation of the nite… hang on to your cum, cause here it goes…” She slowly slid the white fox collar down the underside of his cock, just like before. The furs enveloped his dick slowly, and he could feel another very different furring sensation on his dick. Soon, his cock was out of site, completely within the fur collar, and she stroked it through the fur, gently, just as before…! The sensation was too over powering! The silkiest, smoothest feeling he had ever felt on his dick was overtaking him. He thrust upward and even deeper into the furs, his cock now completely inside the chinchilla fur sheath. He started cumming almost immediately. He could no longer control himself. The “collar girl” helped him with the furs, insuring that his cock never left the interior of that hidden chinchilla cock sheath. Be blew his wad, the furs absorbed all of it, and he continued to hump away, the girls all kissing him, licking him, taunting him, furring him. When the chinchilla fur was completely soaked, the first hidden sable fur was once again pushed down around his dick, and he was made to “fuck the night away” until he had cum into the hidden sable. He was now completely exhausted. As he laid back on the couch, one of the girls squirted something into his mouth, forcing him to drink it. Within minutes he was out cold, sleeping soundly. They released him from his cuffs, rolled him onto a small wheeled stretcher, and took him down the hall. Tomorrow would be another day. This boy was going to learn a few more new tricks. That hormone loaded oyster stew had done a good job on him. He was tied to his bed, covered with a fox fur blanket. The mistresses would take good care of him in the morning.
Well Good Morning, Mr. Sex Slave
He awoke the next morning, strapped to a wheel chair! And a very special wheelchair it was. His arms were strapped to the sides, which were hinged to allow his arms to be spread outward. The wheel chair also had a split seat in that it was not solid from front to back, but rather was open between his legs, sort of like a padded toilet seat. His legs were spread open into a “V”. He was completely naked, and totally helpless. “Good morning!”, she said. “Its great to have you with us once again. You slept later longer than we expected.” “Where am I? Why are you doing this to me?”, he asked. “Lover boy, we need someone like to you to attend to some of our needs. We have designed a few new fur garments, and we need a “”test pilot”” to “”fly them”” for us, and you will do the job nicely. Now just relax, your in the kitchen, and breakfast is going to be served to you.”, she said. He looked around. He had been pushed up against that kitchen table, and this time those fox fur muffs hanging under the table cloth were all over his legs and crotch. On the table was a large breakfast of ham and eggs, hot coffee, etc. There were three women in the kitchen, the same ones that had teased him the night before. “Here, let me serve you your coffee.” the blonde said. “looks like you will be needing some help eating…”, she laughed. He was spoon fed the entire meal. Between mouth fulls, and every time he attempted to ask a question, one of the girls would kiss him on his mouth, holding the kiss, almost smothering him, until he got the idea to just eat and to say nothing. He became slightly afraid. He had never experienced anything even remotely like this before. From time to time, one of the girls would reach under the table and rub the hidden fur muffs against his cock and balls. He could hardly swallow his food. The furring he was getting made his cock hard, and the girls would tease him all the more, rubbing new, colder furs against him. He tried to back up the chair, but the wheels were locked in place. He squirmed around as best as he could, trying to avoid the furring, and this only made the situation worse. After he had been fed, they wheeled him into a special bathroom where, still strapped to the wheelchair, he relieved himself into a toilet that had been especially made for this task. Cleaned up, he was then “invited” into the Den, the same room where the girls had teased him the night before. He was rolled in into the middle of the room, and the show began. “Well, lover boy, you certainly did a good job on those furs last night. We had to have them washed twice, just to get them clean. You certainly have a lot of “juice” in your system.”, the smiling red head said. “And you are very cute. I can’t stand to kiss you from time to time, so be a good boy and give me plenty of tongue, OK? Lover Boy”, the black haired girl said. “Why are you doing this to me? I’d like to just leave now. I would like to just continue on and I’m sorry if I interrupted something that you had planned, but I really must go…”, he exclaimed. “Now don’t be in such a rush. We have a nice extra long weekend planned for you, so you just simmer down and try to enjoy each of our talents. We need to practice them on someone, and you are just the guy for the job. Your nice long cock will fit into our plans very well. Now, we want to introduce you to some of our finest fur products, so just enjoy the show. Think of this place as a very fine fur salon. Let your thoughts wander, pretend you are checking out the furs so you can purchase one for your girlfriend. Just relax. You are among friends.”, the blonde said. “But I will tell no one, just let me go… Please?”, he said. “You are talking too much. How can you possibly enjoy the fur show if you are constantly talking? And besides, it’s rude to “keep working you mouth” while someone is trying to talk to you, trying to show you something new, so on with the gag girls. Lets help him to learn some manners”, the red head said. The black haired girl stepped behind him, lowered a fox fur and leather gag over his mouth. She held the gag to his lips, leather side to him and she said, “Now, are you going to be quiet, or do you want to wear this?” He said, “I’ll be quite…but please just let me go…”. “OK… I can see that your going to be hard to handle, so you get the fur side this time.”, said the black haired girl. She then flipped over the gag, fox fur side to his lips, and strapped the gag to his head. His nose and mouth were completely covered with a dark brown very long, soft fox fur. He held his lips tightly together. The girl reached around to his nose and pinched it shut. He was now forced to breath through his mouth, and with each breath more and more of the fox fur worked it’s way deeper into his mouth. He became sexually aroused, his cock started to harden up again.
See My New Fur Coat?
Each of the girls walked over to a wall and took a different type of full-length fur coat from it’s hook and put it on. They walked back to the sitting prisoner and rolled him between a pair of large leather chairs, one on each side of him. A padded fur floor rug was placed directly in front of him, and the red head sat down on it, facing him. The blonde sat to his right, and the black haired girl to his left. The chairs were armless and were pushed up tightly against the wheelchair, so as to give the appearance of one long couch with three people sitting on it. His arms were spread out so as to appear to be holding the girls on each side of him. “Honey,” said the red head now keeling in front of him, “I know that you are probably not going to understand, but we need to “fix a potential problem” before it gets out of hand. I need to tie a small leather strip around the base of your hard cock to keep it from spurting your love juices all over these nice soft coats. Would that be alright with you? Of course it would. You wouldn’t want to “”mess up”” my precious new coat.” She tied the leather strip around his cock. This would prevent him from cumming into the furs, and he could not “lose his hard-on”. It was torture time again. “This is Lynx fur,” said the red head. “I am going to lean forward and you be a good boy and feel the front of it with your cock and balls. Then we will introduce you to the collar, then the sleeves, and finally, you will be allowed to wear it, sort of have it draped over the front of you. I hope you like my Lynx!”
The soft feeling caused him to harden up more than he had been since last night. The feel of the lynx fur was very soft and his balls were being tickled beyond belief. He squirmed in the wheel chair, unable to avoid the onrush of more and more fur upon his naked body. He withered under the softness, his cock starting to leak small amounts of cum, which were wiped away by the continued motion of the furs. He groaned, and one of the girls leaned over his face and pushed her long tongue through a slit in the gag and forced her tongue deeply into his mouth. His cock got even harder.
He began to leak, more steadily now, and this leaking made his cock ever more sensitive to the lynx furs. Suddenly, the entire coat was draped over his front, completely covering him with the long soft fur. From each side of him, and underneath the covering of the lynx fur coat, the girls on each side of him started to slide their fur covered arms onto his body, caressing him with the new cool furs.
One coat was made of beaver fur, and the other from fox. The feel of the different types of furs was driving him crazy. He began to leak more and more, but he was prevented from cumming into the furs by that darned leather string on his cock base. He trusted up and into each fur, trying to fuck them. The girls helped him by stroking his dick softly, by kissing his ears, by pumping his hot cock. Each stroke or two the furs were changed, fox, then beaver, back to lynx, and so on until he could stand it no longer. The sexual pain building up in his balls from the amount of cum he was forced to keep made him even more horny. All he could think about was trying to “blast those furs” and the girls just keep on petting him. Finally, he screamed out in desire, and the girls removed the furs from underneath the lynx coat, and he was allowed to rest under the lynx without any furring movements. “Do you like our furs Sweetie?”, the red head said. “These are the finest around, so soft and “”cumley” don’t you think? And while you are under our control you will call us Mistress. Got that my friend? And YOU will be our sex slave, our prisoner of love.” He groaned his answer, and was promptly tongue kissed again through the gag. The furs were everywhere. He could not escape them. The softness overcame him, and he fainted from the , sex filled feeling he was having. When he awoke, the gag had been removed, but the lynx coat remained covering him. The Lynx coat was then removed, he was introduced to the beaver coat in much the same way as the lynx, and when he could stand it no longer, it was removed from him. He was allowed to rest for a few minutes, and then the fox coat was placed upon his lap and the furring started all over again until he passed out for the second time. He was never allowed to cum.
The Fox Fur Sack
When he awoke he found that he had another “thing” to test out. He was unstrapped from the wheel chair, and though weak, he was forced to walk down the hall and into another room. While the three girls held a cattle prod to him, they made the sex slave put on a giant thick silver fox fur lined, sack, so that even his head was covered and smothered in the thick fox fur lining of the hood. They reshackled his wrists, hoisted him up in the air onto a padded table. His ankles were strapped down and he was left kneeling with his arms outstretched. The torture table was “U” shaped in back. They loosened the flap in the rear of the fur suit to expose his but crack and hanging balls. His cock stood out, hard as a rock, buried in the thick fox fur, and now his balls could be played with. Soon the slave’s balls were in the mouth of one of the fur mistresses. Her lips and tongue sent shivers through the slaves entire body. Every move he made forced his stiff cock deeper into the furs directly in front of him. The furs tickled and tortured him beyond his wildest belief.
The mistresses were taking turns sucking, then furring the balls of the poor abused slave. When the furs got wet and warm, a fresh cold fur was wrapped around his balls, and the amount of cum just kept on building. The cock ring allowed only a little dribble of cum to escape which the furs in front of him which was immediately soaked up. There was no relief! He had hoped to be able to wet at least some of the fur in order to lessen the tickling. The furring continued. He suffered greatly. His entire head was encased in a furry fox lined hood, so he couldn’t hear or see the events happening around him. Every time he opened his mouth to moan, the furs inside the hood entered his lips and the furring sensation was intensified. The mistresses used fur collars, muffs, and fox fur flings to torture the slave. The mistresses told him that they were ready to fuck him at any time, and he was sure that he could not stand the feeling of warm pussy sucking his cock. Without being able to cum, the strain on his balls would be very intense. He knew he was in deep trouble. He could hold not a drop more of cum in his swollen testicles. “What could they do to him next?”, he wondered. He was about to find out!
The Furring Vault – Or Lessons About Static Electricity
The mistresses had all the electrodes ready to be attached to the fur harness of the sex slave. He was strapped to a wooden pole which held him upright. A fox fur-lined hood was on his head and a straight jacket that was lined with coyote fur was snug against his body. His legs were spread apart by a long stick tied between his ankles. His cock and balls were fully exposed. One of the mistresses stepped into his view, bent over and kissed his lips, then dropped to her knees, and slowly slipped his cock deeply into her mouth. Her tongue worked him over for about 1 minute. His cock became rock hard. Then another mistress stepped into his view and, as the first mistress finished her last strong suck on his cock, the new mistress slipped a thick fox fur lined sheath over his stiff wet dick and then dropped his balls into another bag of fur, this one lined with Lynx. Draw strings were pulled until both cock and balls were loosely confined in each bag, but with no chance of exit. A hollow tube connected to the end of the cock sheath would vacuum out any “mistakes” the slave made. The poor sex slave did not know what the women were doing as they attached wires to small metal foil tabs protruding from the newly installed furs. His feet were stuffed into beaver fur lined booties, which were snugly, but not to tightly, bound, and once again, electric wires were attached. Wires were then attached to his Arctic fox lined fur hood, and to the coyote lined straight jacket. Five different areas, five different furs, and five different furring sensations. The mistresses stepped back and checked their work, and it was perfect.
Questions And Answers… Playing The Game
“We need to ask you some important questions. Answer them correctly or we will have to ask them a second time, and that’s when you find out what having a really good furring can do for you. During your life, you will have many learning experiences where women are concerned, and you are about to find out that a woman who knows about getting the most out a good fur will be taught to you, very slowly, very sexually, and very completely. You are about to experience the feel of static electric charged furs, my sex slave. Enjoy!” They gave him a sample electrostatic shock to his cock furs. Immediately the fox furs inside the lining of the sheath stood straight out, furring every crevice of the slaves dick. The slave began to tremble, the fox fur sending tickling sensations over every inch of his cock. It felt as if the furs were lapping up the wetness from his dick sucking. It also seemed as if the furs were diving into the opening at the end of his rigid cock. He withered in the sensations. “That was just a mild lovers dose, my love to let you know what a good fox furring feels like. We know that the sensation was most delightful, if not surprising, and this gets even more interesting when you try to cum, and you can’t. You see my pet, we control the voltage, the length of time, and the location of each electro-furring.” Buzzzz. His feet were instantly fur tortured, tickled until he begged for mercy, first one foot, then the other, the furs teasing between each toe. The slave screamed “Please, please, OK, OK,!. Let me down. I’ve got the message.!” “No one asked your opinion, well, at least not yet. We just wanted you to know how it felt. Take it easy, my pet. Relax and just answer the questions and you’ll do fine. Just think of this experience as your “personal furring tuneup”. “The furring mistresses smiled at the poor slave. That lesson she had years ago in high school lab. class was finally being put to some good uses. She had remembered that her hair had stood straight out when she passed her hand near to that static electricity generator. That really impressed her. She had tested it several times with some of her mother’s fur collars and muffs, and the same result was observed. When she placed her hand into the muff she felt the effect of the static electricity and it impressed her that the fur had really tickled her hand intensely. She had held the collar to her breast and in five seconds her nipple was rock hard, and she had started “to get wet”. She could imagine what this would do to a man’s cock and balls. The static electricity generator sure had the slave’s attention. Wires inside the straightjacket caused the coyote fur to burrow into every crack in his body, furring him into a withering, gyrating slow dance. His cock and balls then received short mild, alternating shocks. The slave thrust his hips forward as his balls were furred, and then tried with all his might to withdraw his cock from the fox lined sheath which was next charged. The next burst of “electro-furring” occurred to his balls which would drive his cock back forward again and deeper into the fur sheath. Back and forth, in and out. Furring, furring, more electro-furring. He begged for relief. The sex slave was not allowed to cum. It was not his time, yet…. he still had to please the mistresses. When he screamed the fox fur lined hood muffled it. The only fur device that had not been charged, up until this time, was then switched on. Low voltage pulses, automatically coming, about one every 2 seconds of electric charge, were then sent directly into the Arctic fur hood. Each charge lasted only a half of a second, and with each jolt the long soft Arctic fox fur dove into his eyes, mouth, ears, and nose… tingling every surface the furs touched. As the slave attempted to shut his open mouth, from which he had emitted a moan, the white fox fur drenched his lips and tongue with long strands of statically charged wiggling fur. He jerked his head from side to side attempting to eject the furs from his orifices, but with each shake of his head, he exposed new cool dry fur to them, and once again the charged dry fur did it’s job; standing straight out, reaching for his naked body. The girls could just barely make out his eyes through the hood. He couldn’t bite his tongue, for every burst of electro-shock sent large volumes of straight white Arctic fox fur directly into his mouth and filled the gap. The slave struggled to eject the furs from his mouth, but he could still utter an audible yes or no when questioned by the furring mistress. The rest of the women stood behind him, also wearing beautiful furs while the interrogator stood in front, wearing Sable fur gloves on her hands. Whenever she thought the electro-furring was a little too weak, she would remove the fur sheath from his cock, grasp the tip of his cock in her Sable fur gloved hand and then slowly softly twist the Sable fur until the furs entered the hole in the end of the slaves cock, very softly driving the guard hairs down into the cum hole, twisting again, removing, driving again, until his cock was firmly erect. Then, with a smile, she would once again suck his cock deeply into her mouth, her tongue licking slowly, working the cock, wetting it, withdrawing her lips, and then quickly slipping the fox fur sheath back onto his dick. A press of the button, and once again, the electro-furring cycle would begin until his cock had dried out. The slave lasted about 20 minutes when the ache in his cum filled balls could be tolerated by him no more. The women realized that he was experiencing the pain and they decided to let him find out what happened when he was allowed to cum into the furs. “Honey, you take a few minutes rest while I remove the cock ring. You are a very strong man. You lasted, without passing out, much longer than we expected.”, she said. “We will now test to see just how good your self control really is. Without the cock ring installed you can cum whenever you wish. But, let me say that if you think a tongue licked wet cock was tortured by the furs, can you imagine what is going to happen when you blow a big wad of cum into that cock sheath, really soaking it? Think about that for a moment.” “Well, the wetter the better as far as electro-furring is concerned, so I would advise you not to cum into them. Have a nice time fucking the furs, but be devised that if you cum the furs will attack your wet cock worse than ever before. Just relax and let us play with the controls while you enjoy the furring. Just remain cool and hold your cum for one of us to have. Please don’t waste it on those silly furs, my lover boy.” The power was sent to his balls alone. He writhed, the cum leaking more steadily into the cock sheath. Suddenly, the cock sheath was energized and the furs licked at his dick, drying up the wetness immediately. He tried not to fuck the sheath, but the furring of his balls forced him to leak even more until he could stand it no longer. The first wave of cum burst into the furs. The electrical connection was completed and the charged furs jumped into the wetness, absorbing it, torturing his erect cock with the strongest pulses he had ever felt. He trust and trust into the fur sheath, cumming more and more with each thrust, the furs torturing him more and even more until he could cum no longer, the vacuum line sucking away the wetness. It took about 3 minutes for the furs to vacuum dry out each time he came into them. The drying out process meant that more and more of the wet furs transferred direct electrical shock to his dick end, and he could not escape this “electrifying experience”. The voltage was low, but the sensation was intense. As the furs dried out they continued to fur him again. Finally, the women had reduced the slave to a helpless blob, a weeping human mass, a mass pleading to be set free… They stopped their fur torture for the night. He was dragged back to his “guest room” and was tied to his bed. He would remain there for the rest of the night, undisturbed, resting for what was to come in the morning. While this was going, on one of the mistresses remembered a fur torture event that had happened a long time ago. She thought, “Maybe I should try it out on this slave… just to see how well it works, in the morning…! I’ll do it early, before the others get to him…”
Part 4 (Early the next morning…) – And Something A Gentle Sucking Would Do The Trick…
Her hair was very long and shiny black, and very thick. Her eyes looked into the slaves inner soul, as though she could read his mind. It seemed that she was from sometime past, someplace in wartime history, from the days of prisoner torture cells where they extracted information from captured spies. One of her fur and sucking specialty torture tricks almost always got questions answered pretty quickly. It was simple, very effective, and could be “used” almost anywhere. Ideally. the fur mistress would have a naked man, hands behind him, tied to a pole, forced to stand directly in front of her. She would sit on a short stool, with the prisoners crotch directly in front of her waiting lips. The fur mistress then produced a small soft plastic device that resembled a golf tee and was about 1/2 inch long, but with a much smaller rounded head. This “cock plug” was her very own design, and she really knew how to use it. The big advantage of using this tool, as opposed to a cock ring, was that prisoner’s cock could get soft. This gave her a good gage as to just how full of cum his balls really were. And sucking a “limp dick” into her mouth, feeling it grow and swell, turned her on. The furring sessions went this way: The mistress would gently grasp the victims cock in her hand while she moistened the plug in her mouth, and then, as she gently licked the prisoner’s cock she would painlessly slip the plug into the end of the man’s dick. The victim was “pugged” before he knew what was happening and only she could remove it. The purpose of the plug was to prevent any cum from escaping from the “plugged” cock. It worked really well. And what great fun she would have with a slave who could not mess up her hair or furs. Her Hair ? Yep, her thick black sexy hair and also her finest, most expensive Sable, Fox and Lynx torture furs. Never a drop leaked out… The mistress would then produce a fox fur lined bag designed to hold a man’s testicles as well as most of her long black hair. Into this oversize ball torture bag (and she had a lot of hair) the mistress would add as much of her long silky black hair as possible. Into the hair loaded, fur lined bag she would then place the prisoners balls and then pull the draw string to a snug fit, never too tight. With a slow backward movement of her head, she would then withdraw a portion of her hair from the fur bag, the sliding motion driving the prisoner almost insane from the feel of her soft hair sliding down his cock. This would cause the prisoners dick to become fully erect while becoming totally sheathed in her thick black silky hair. Her long soft hair would extend down both sides of her face, wrapped around the prisoners cock, and then go into and fill up the fur lined ball sack. All the victim could do was wither while tied to the pole. He could move backwards only a couple inches at most before the mistresses hair would be drawn across his cum filled balls, and the mix of hair and fur was very tickling, very sexy. In short, he was trapped, his cock directly in striking range of her lips and very long tongue. “Prisoner ! Warning ! Stand erect, don’t move, or be hair and fur tortured by your own movements.” Kind of fun to watch, the mistress thought. The mistress would then take the very end of the prisoners cock in her mouth, lick it a little, and then ask her victim a question. If she did not like the answer she received while she continued to lick and suck the end of his cock, the furring mistress would gently grasp the prisoner slave’s balls in one hand and, with a very soft and slow twisting motion, the long fur would extend through her silky coiled hair, mix with it, and fur and tickle the slaves balls which were trapped inside the sack until the slave’s balls were filled to overflowing with sperm. Then the mistress would hold the last inch of two of the slaves cock in her mouth, work it over really well with her tongue; all the while maintaining a firm but gentle lip suction, and with her remaining free hand gently, so softly, slide her hair up and down the exposed portion of the prisoners love shaft. tongue, lips, hair, furs, all working together to drive the man insane. Every inch of his manhood was sheathed in “sex love torture fur and her hair”. (Everything was done VERY slowly, VERY softly, never rushed, even very lovingly… for the mistress greatly adored the “love control” she held over her prisoner, her sex slave, and she loved the taste of cum, the feel of it being swallowed, the warmth of it all… when she removed the plug at the end of the furring session.). In no time at all the victim would attempt to cum. Could he? No… you’ve got it right.. try as hard as he may, the prisoner could never get his cum out of his cock due to the “love plug” …the more he wiggled, the worse the hair furring got, the more cum he tried to ejaculate the more he wiggled, and then came more licking, more sucking, and very soft and slow gentle cock shaft “hair furring” would continue until he begged for mercy and told the fur mistress everything that she wanted to know. When the mistress had furred and hair tortured the slave until he confessed, she would allow him, actually force him, to cum into her mouth. She just loved the taste of the warm sperm juice. She would start by very slowly furring and sucking while slowly removing the plug from the slaves cock with her teeth. Finally, the cum pressure would blow the plug into her mouth, the sperm would flow, and the exhausted prisoner would slump to the floor. Well, the slave had been tied to a wall in his room. He performed as expected, and the mistress was proud of herself for trying it out. She had gotten him to tell her everything that she wanted to hear. She would keep this torture as her own secret! The slave would be questioned by the other girls today and he was returned to his bed and tied down. All resistance had left him. Now that he knew what the results of his answers could bring he wondered what was in store for him next…
Well, The Slave’s Day Continues – The Eelectro-Fur Stuff
The slave was allowed to sleep late into the morning until he awoke on his own. The girls did not know that he had already been tortured earlier that day, and they gave him no chance to tell them for he was immediately fur gagged when he awoke. He was taken back to the vault in the special wheelchair and they kept him covered and teased him with a large silver fox coat until he was, once again, tied up to the pole and the electro – furs were attached to him. The cock ring was, once again, installed. “We ladies would like to know if you like the feel of this furring? Do you like the feel of fur coats and our fur-lined accessories?” “Yes mistress” came a gargled sound. No electrical shock this time. “See how easy it is! We appreciate your correct and honest answer.” “Now, may I ask, Why were you sneaking around the back of the house? Why didn’t you simply knock on the FRONT door?” “I tried to, but the snow was much too deep. I was wearing regular street shoes and my business suit, and I didn’t think I could make it through the snow and up those steep steps.” “You’re Lying!” Buzzzzzzzz, Buzzzzzzzz, Buzzzzzzzz…. The furs sprang into action. His balls swelled with the trapped cum. “We think that you wanted to rob us, or at least break in. Was rape on your mind? “No, No. I only wanted to ask for help, for the use of your telephone if you did not have a room for rent.” “You”re not answering correctly, not telling the truth.!” Buzzzzz, Buzzzzzzzzz, Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz… This time he got all the furs turned on at once, and they stayed on, pulsing away for a very long 30 seconds. They kept on shock – furring him, sometimes with low volts, sometimes high. The questions kept on coming but the women did not, and would not, accept his answers. You could tell what part of the body they were furring by the shaking and pulsing of the furs. The cock ring continued to hold his cock at strict attention. Only small amounts of cum could seep into the furs, and with every seep came more intense furring as the furs sipped up the leakage.
The Confession – Well, Sort Of…
The slave told the mistresses that he was a spy, that he was trying to find out their secrets, and that he would try to go into business against them, become their competitor. The girls led him to make this sort of confession, laughing at him. They were having fun getting him to say anything that they wanted to hear. He was made to tell them how much he loved them, that he would love to support them in their effort… which was, of course, exactly the opposite of how he really felt. The mistresses had full control over him. They kept furring him for awhile. One of the mistresses removed the fur sheath from his throbbing cock and then they removed the cock ring. One of the mistresses placed his cock into a new sheath lined with fox, beaver, and coyote furs mixed in long stips of fur. The sheath had the electrical wires attached to it and the girls made “side bets” as to how long it would take their slave to cum. The pulsing current was once again turned on and the prisoner squirmed. This time the mistresses varied the voltage more so than before, the furs were teasing the man more than before, and before he could begin to think about it he came into the cock sheath. He could not stop trusting into the sheath. The girls laughed at his attempts to fuck more deeply into it or to remove his cock from it. He was trapped. The mistresses left the static electric charges to “do their work”, and the slave was forced to continue to expierence the “furring” long after he had finished. Finally, they turned off the current, and the prisoner was allowed his first “break in the action”. He slumped in relief. He was released from his bondage, stripped of his fox fur suit, and shackled by long chains to a wall in the vault. By this time he was very timid, very submissive. He was bathed, fed a good dinner, and was escorted to the bathroom where he was allowed to “do natures thing”, however, his hands were kept cuffed behind him the whole time. He was not allowed to touch his “private parts”, for those belonged to the mistresses.
Passing The Night Away
That night the slave was taken to the bathroom, was fed a good meal and then was made to lie face down on a thick fur rug on top of a mattress. The fur rug was made from patches of many different kinds of furs, sort of a “Quilted Love Affur” (If I may…)! He was chained up as they shut him in, his hands shackled behind his back so that he could not remove the reinstalled cock ring and relieve his balls of the “cum problem” he knew he was going to have eventually. The room was chilly but the soft furs would keep him warm. He was forced to lie there, face down, cock and balls lying in the thick mixed furs. The most movement he could make was to lay on his side and on a very soft mattress the depth and thickness of the furs continued to reach and envelope and cover about half of his naked body. He could never totally remove his cock and balls from some contact with the furs. So squirm he did, trying desperately to cum and relieve the pressure while the mistresses smiled and joked about his erection and how really large his swollen testicles had grown. Before they locked him in for the rest for the night, the mistresses each knelt down, gave him a long deep tongue kiss while they forced his erection into each of the fur coats they were wearing for a couple of minutes. They then sucked his swollen cock just once or twice. They bid him good night and to rest well, for the morning will “cum up fast” and he will need his strength to face the day. He squirmed for awhile, but, thankfully, fell fast asleep. Sunk deeply into those furs.
In the morning, the slave was still fast asleep when 3 of the mistresses quietly opened the vault door and locked it behind them. The 3 girls sat down on the thick fur rug and surrounded the sleeping sex slave. It was time for his wake up call. Each of the girls wore a very different kind of coat. One wore White Arctic Fox, another wore Sable, and the third wore Lynx. All were full-length coats with very large collars, and, just as important, very large floppy cuffs. In addition, the mistresses brought along a brown fox fur lined leather gag and separate blindfold. The next item was a pair of coyote lined large fur mittens. The last items were a large very thick Red Fox fur pelt and a combination cock and ball sack, also lined with thick Red fox fur. They, indeed, had a wake up plan for this slave. Before the slave knew who the mistresses were in the vault with him he was crushed face first into the thick fur bed covering. The blindfold was immediately placed, fur side toward him, over his eyes. The gag, once again fur side into his moaning mouth, was tied snugly. His protests began to excite the mistresses, for this was a sure sign that, although the cock ring had let him seep cum most of the night, his balls were still fully expanded. And now the “guessing game” started.
Lets Play A Game, Shall We?
“Good morning fur slave” one of the girls said. It’s time for you to wake up. Now, kind slave, we have a game for you to play with us. You must correctly identify each one of us by mistresses name and also by the type of furs we are wearing before we bring you your breakfast. Understand?” The slave moaned a “yes, I understand.” through the fox fur gag. “Good” said one of the girls,” lets begin to solve your personal “”identity crisis”” right now, but first, we want to make sure that you don’t cheat by trying to “”feel things out”” with your hands. You will have to use all the rest of your body, and we intend to make sure that all of it is used.”, was the firm reply buy the girls. The slaves hands were then slipped into the large fur lined gloves, and a draw strap was tightened about his wrists. His hands were then shackled to the furring bed, and his legs were spread apart by ankle restraints. Now, all his hands could feel was the very thick, and somewhat corse, fur which was now lodged between his each of his fingers and which “smothered” all other feelings his hands may have been able to use to help identify the mistresses. He did not know that he was going to get a good early morning “sexercise workout” weather he needed it or not.. The mistresses had rolled him onto his back. They then slipped his cock and balls into a Red Fox lined combination cock and balls pouch, just to keep him from starting early to try to identify some of the fur coats the girls were wearing. The mistresses then lifted him up by his buttocks and one of the mistresses spread out a rather large Red fox whole pelt underneath his butt crack. The pelt had a very large tail attached and the girls made sure that the tail was lined up and pressed gently into his butt crack for about one quarter of its length. As the fur entered and furred the slaves butt crack, the slave bucked his hips upwards trying to escape the invading fox fur tail. No luck, for each time the slave tired and rested his hips, the silky red fox fur tail probed deeper and deeper until the fur tail forced him to lift his hips and hold them high, aiming his cock up toward the ceiling, for as long as he could to attempt to resist the furring penetration. His hips were arched up very nicely, each thrust allowing the Red Fox pouch furs slipped around his cock and balls to “do their Magic”. The furs “furred” him on every trip “up”, and literally drove him back down and, once again, into the fox fur tail on the bed below him. He was trapped between “furs and a hard place” (if you will kindly excuse the pun). One of the mistresses grabbed the fox fur cock sheath and gently pumped it, twisting it, squeezing it, releasing it until the slave cried out in sexual pain. His balls were, once again, totally loaded with cum. The slave could not escape the furring torture. His cock was on fire from the sensations. He would do anything to get himself out of this predicament, including playing their silly game.
The Sable Mistress’s Morning Greeting – Round One
Then they slipped the Red Fox pouch off of his throbbing cock. He was allowed to rest for a moment before the “guessing game ” began in earnest. The first girl, the one wearing the Sable coat, kneeled between the slaves spread legs and then slowly lowered herself gently, and very softly, onto the slave. The prisoner squirmed as best he could, trying to evade the smothering Sable furs which now covered him from neck to toes. The “Sable Girl” lowered her head to the fox fur gag and gently slipped her long tongue into his mouth through the slit provided. The slave squirmed. This total body furring he was getting to him, was blowing his mind. The “Sable girls” tongue worked it’s magic, and within 3 minutes the slave was bucking fiercely, trying to blow his cum wad past the cock ring. Only a slight amount of leakage passed through, and this was immediately absorbed into the furs surrounding his rock hard cock. After 10 more minutes of the Sable coat furring, the mistress rolled off her prisoner, kissing him as she moved her furring coat off of his body, which was shaking badly. “Tell us, kind slave, the name of the mistress you were just kissing, and what kind fur was she wearing?” softly asked the girls. There was no immediate answer from the gasping slave, who was still trying to gain control of himself. He was silenced by the brown fox furring gag and still blinded by the fur lined blinders. “Ok, big boy, here is a little help” said the “Sable girl”. She then kneeled once again between his legs, being very careful not to touch him in any way as she got into position. “Sable girl” then took each hand and, grabbing the large fur cuffs of her coat, pulled the cuffs inside the end of each sleeve, inverting the fur, forming a total fur tunnel, kind of an inside out muff, through which her hands and arms now extended. Again, being very careful not to let any of the fur touch the slave, the “Sable girl” slid back the large cuffed sleeves halfway up both of her arms. Then she reached out with her bare right hand and gently grasped his long throbbing cock by it’s base, gently holding it straight upwards, gently squeezing it. Only her right hand could be felt by the slave. She then slid her left hand under his balls, gently supporting them, holding them slightly upward, and out of the Fox Pelt below. The slave moaned, and was sorry he did so because the fox fur gag immediately filled his mouth, again, with fur. But at least some kindness was being shown to him by this mystery mistress. “Sable Girl” continued to hold his “love machine” in her hands, gently stroking the slaves cock and balls. But, what the slave could not see was that, with every stoke, with every caress, each of the “slid back” coat arms were now slowly sliding back down the mistress Sables arms. Suddenly, the slave froze. The inverted “fur inside” sable cuff on her left hand was starting to come into contact with the slaves balls through her gently messaging fingers. He arched his back violently, trying to escape the “magic touch” of that unseen large fur cuff that was starting to enclose his aching balls. The Sable mistress said; “I want to you to stay perfectly still, my slave. I want to caress you with my hand. Do not move! Please just let me hold and pet you. I love the feel of your “”Love Machinery”” and I will be very gentle”. He tried to hold still, but he could not. That sudden thrust was his undoing. As he lurched upwards, the left hand of the mistress was suddenly engulfed in cool sable fur, and she then drew his balls deeply into the inside of the fur cuff. Now the slave really arched his hips upward and tried to hold his cock away from the engulfing furs now furring his balls. Too bad for him. That was another wrong move! The slave had disobeyed the Sable mistress order to hold still. That upward thrust finally slid the right hand Sable cuff fur down around the mistresses hand which was, by now, firmly holding the cock by it’s base. This meant that the “sable fur inside cuff” immediately, and totally, engulfed his cock in the softest fur the slave could imagine. The slave prisoner, trying to back out of the now surrounding Sable fur cuff, once again did the wrong thing… made the wrong move… he drove his hips even more deeply back into the fur that was engulfing his balls. This action also caused the fox pelt tail deeper into his but crack. The Sable Mistress said, “Well, I told you to hold still, but if that’s the way you want to play this game then you might as well loose the protection of my caressing hands. I was giving you a break, Mister, and apparently you thought you didn’t need it. If you can’t follow my instructions then you are on your own.” “Well, here is your fur, slave. Fuck these cuffs well !” and with that statement, she retracted both of her arms back inside each of the sleeves, allowing all of the slaves cock and balls to become totally engulfed into the soft, thick, furriest part of the inverted “fur inside” cuffs. The slave felt the mistress Sables hands reach back down inside the the arms, grasp the outside of the inverted cuffs and grab both his cock and balls through the thick fur cuffs. The mistress then very gently stroked the slaves “love machine” until be bucked hard, trying to release his cum, and then he passed out. Once again, the slave could not get his cum past that darned cock ring, and the Sable furs were able to work their total magic without so much as a drop of cum leaking into them. “Sable girl” released her torture fur grip, leaned back against the wall and laughed at the now trembling slave. The first words he muttered through the fox fur gag were “Mercy, Mercy, please no more Sable furs”. Round number one was now over. He had guessed correctly about the furs. He knew there were more to come, but probably the worst was no over, for nothing could be worse than Sable fur cuffs, now could it?
Slave Meets The Lynx Fur Mistress – Round Two
There was no discussion necessary. The next mistress, wearing the lynx coat, took her position between the outstretched legs of the prisoner. The other mistresses knew exactly what to do. The “Sable mistress”, once again, dunked the slaves balls deeply into the fox cock sheath. Once again, the slave bucked his hips violently upward…. just what the “Doctor Ordered”. In less than 10 seconds, while the “sable mistress” continued to torture the prisoners balls, the Large Lynx coat was drawn into the space beneath the slave created while he fought to fuck deeply into the fox cock sheath. The fox butt crack furring pelt was removed and laid alongside the victim. Now the fun was to start again! The prisoner was just about ready. The Lynx coat had been placed beneath the prisoner in a very unique way. The bottom of the long coat was placed directly under the shoulders of the slave with the large and long arms of the coat extending down between his legs toward his toes. The large Lynx collar lay in a mound under the out stretched prisoner’s legs, creating a large fur pillow directly beneath the balls of the prisoner.
The slave prisoner was still trying to fuck the cock sheath held in the hand of the mistress, and so he had no idea of the “coat arrangement” that is until, suddenly, the fur sheath was lifted of his swollen cock. The red fox fur torture was over. The sex slave continued to hold himself upward into the air, fearing that the butt crack fox tail would be lurking beneath him should he attempt to relax his hips. His cock pointed at the ceiling of the vault, free of all fur. Slowly, the Lynx fur coat beneath the slaves shoulders began to move, to be wrapped around him. The fox fur blinders were still in place, so only his chest and arms knew something was happening. Slowly, ever so slowly, the large Lynx coat surrounded his chest, then his stomach, then lower, but never touching his upright cock. As the fur coat was wrapped around the prisoner, the clasps were closed, locking the slaves body inside the furring coat. What softness! And his cock was still untouched! A great time for a break from the furs, but remember that the fox fur blind did not allow him to see “the entire arrangement”. The slave felt the warmth of hot breath on his cock. He knew that one of the mistresses was holding her lips very close to his penis. Suddenly, the slave felt the lick of a tongue, the kiss of soft lips directly on the end of his erect cock. A sucking? he knew he could never stand the warmth of a mistress lips with all that cum stored inside his swollen balls. Now what should be do? The prisoner began to tire from holding his hips upward and he slowly started to lower his cock and balls toward the hidden mound of Lynx fur collar and sleeves. The slave felt another lick on his cock, he thrust backward suddenly, and in the process buried his balls into the waiting Lynx collar. Before he could trust his balls out of the fur, the two out stretched sleeves of the Lynx coat were thrown upward and forward by the mistress, towards his face, completely trapping his rock hard cock between the two sleeves of thick soft Lynx fur. The prisoner once again tried to retract his cock away from the furring it was now getting from the lynx sleeves, but this buried his balls even deeper into the Lynx collar. Before there could be any more movement on the part of the slave, the mistress who had been sitting between his legs fell forward onto the fur encased slave, holding the lynx fur sleeves between her large breasts, and entrapping the slave’s cock between the furs and her tits. The rest of the coat was now latched together and this formed a large fur “diaper” around the slaves middle and lower body. The slave was now trapped inside the closed coat. The prisoner couldn’t hold still. Way too much fur was wrapped around him now for any attempt at relief. So, the slave did the next best thing… He froze absolutely still, did not move a muscle hoping that the furring torture would subside, but the mistresses bobbing breasts moved the furs surrounding the prisoner’s cock. The torture continued… the slave fought to remain still… after all, that was what she had wanted him to do earlier, to hold still, so maybe it would help him find some small relief now. The Lynx mistress slowly lowered her lips to the unmoving cock, the end of which was protruding upwards out of the Lynx coat fur sleeves and collar. What a great target she thought, holding perfectly still, ready for my deep throat moves. With that said, she dropped her pouting lips around the waiting cock, drove her lips all the way to the base of the cock and sucked a powerful suck, locking her mouth to the throbbing cock and then she held perfectly still for as long as she could, letting her hot warmth penetrate deeply. As she withdrew to catch her breath she held the fur sleeves in her hands, and as the shaft of the slave’s cock became exposed from her mouth, she enclosed the erect member deeply into the soft fur. That was the way it was to continue, sucking, deep throat, holding perfectly still, and then complete encirclement with the Lynx furs using a pumping action by the mistress hands. The slave screamed, unable to protect himself, and once again, his mouth was filled with gag fur. A little slow to learn, isn’t he? But he still held perfectly still, suffering greatly. And the Lynx mistress was very good with her tongue. The prisoner was soon begging for mercy again and the mistress decided to give it to him, some mercy, that is. She did this by alternating her cock sucks with some really deep throat kisses, which were, once again, delivered to the slave through the slit opening of the fox fur mouth gag. After all, if she was busy kissing his mouth, then his cock was getting a break. That’s a break isn’t it? Of course it is. But that fur just kept “furring along” and his balls continued to swell, and his muffled cries began to get serious. The slave could take no more. He trusted his cock and balls madly about, trying to escape her loving mouth and tongue. But his trusting to avoid her hot mouth caused him to move through the Lynx collar and sleeve furs. The torture was to great for him. He then thrust hips upwards and held still with his cock pointing upward, toward the ceiling. The mistress thanked him for holding still then lowered her mouth and lips to his cock and deeply sucked the upright dick into mouth and waiting tongue again! “Please, please Lynx Mistress, spare me from more of your Lynx fur torture.” he begged. Well, round two is just about over! The slave had identified, correctly, the type of fur, but he made a mistake! He had begged for relief from the furs, but what about her lips? Oops, down went her head, her lips sucking in the cock, her tongue doing circles around his swollen shaft. The slave tried to withdraw, as he always had, and now it was he himself who was causing the furring of his own balls by trying to escape that waiting, sucking mouth. The slave tried to say the words “please stop”, but the sucking was too intense, without letup. He got very dizzy again, his cock leaking cum into her waiting lips. When the mistress was satisfied that she had sucked out all the cum that could escape past the cock ring she released his cock from her hot wet lips. The trembling slave had dropped his hips downward into the soft lynx furs, finally submitting, giving into them. He panted to catch his breath as the mistresses softly kissed his body. The slave had survived the torture intact again. Oh well, a little rest and only one more mistress to identify, and a breakfast meal would be his…
The Slave Meets The Arctic Fox Mistress – Round Three
Before the shaking slave had recovered, the three mistresses dressed the poor slave boy in the first two coats that they had used to fur torture him. The slaves arms were unshackled. First, one arm of the Sable coat and then one arm of the Lynx were turned completely inside out. The Sable “fur inside arm” was placed over the prisoners unshackled right arm and then the Lynx coat was slid the same way over the left arm and then both wrists were then shackled to the furring bed. Now each of his arms were completely engulfed in rich thick furs. His upper body would get a great furring from this arrangement. And there were other great benefits. The two coats were then laid over the front of the slave, completely covering him. The coats could be opened or closed as the mistresses needs determined. The other two fur sleeves remained with the fur outside and were then laid down the front of the slave’s naked body. The fur sleeves reached all the way down to, and surrounded, his erect cock, the tip of which extended a couple of inches out of the rich, thick, soft fur. The two large coat collars were then clasped together around his neck and face. Only the very top of his head could be seen. Finally, the fur eye and mouth gags were removed. The erect cock needed to be protected from the soft furring the two different fur coat sleeves were already giving it. The mistresses once again slipped the Red fox cock sheath over the slaves erect dick. The mistresses were not quite ready to begin round three. The red fox sheath and pelt were now ready to complete the deception, to fool the slave into making his first fur identity mistake. The Red fox pelt, which had been unused by the second mistress, was now slid back under the buttocks of the slave with the large fox tail, again, placed into his butt crack. The rest of the Red fox pelt was now laid out flat between the prisoners legs, extending toward his toes, but touching nothing. The furring torture was now ready to continue. The third mistress was going to present a problem for the slave to identify, and this was going to be fun for the mistresses. This mistress had very long, beautiful, thick, waist length dark red hair. She loved to torture men with her lips and soft furry hair, to make them squirm, to make them appreciate her natural beauty, her full-figure, before she would have sex with them. It would be a little different for the slave. He would have to make choices, decisions, before he would be released from her loving grip. She had planned it well… she was going to fur torture the slave. This was her speciality… deception!
A Red Fox Fur Can Fool You – It Is Not White!
The slave would soon find out, as he began to recover, that his cock was, once again, deeply inside the Red fox sheath, and he would know, immediately, that his but crack and balls were resting in the Red fox pelt. This time, the slave would be able to tilt his head upwards to gulp in fresh air, only to have the large combination Lynx and Sable fur collars smother him again. But the slave could not see his lower body due to the fullness of the surrounding fur collars, but he would be able to see the red haired mistress as she sat between his legs and pumped the red fox sheath surrounding his swollen cock, and when she leaned forward to french kiss him through the fur collars, her added weight would be driving his buttocks deeply into the waiting red fox pelt tail. Perfect, and very misleading ! “So, it’s easy to conclude”, thought the mistress, “that the name of this girl must be Mistress Red Fox!”… and that is exactly what the mistress had planned for the slave to assume. The furred prisoner was about the make his first mistake of his morning wake up call. The red haired girl was really “Mistress Arctic Fox”, and the prisoner would only learn the true type of her hidden fur coat when she was ready to show it to him, but he would be furred with it enough in the meantime to give him a fair chance to guess it’s fur type. He would not be able to view the coat, until, of course, he had guessed wrong about her name. This was her little secret. As the fur smothered slave regained his consciousness, he became aware of yet “another new fur arrangement” now cloaking him. Once again, he dared not move. The red fox fur cock sheath was quickly identified by the soft furry feeling, and his butt crack confirmed the presence of the red fox pelt beneath him. The new face smothering Lynx and Sable fur collars were certainly easy to identify, but they had already been “in action” with him, so he knew he could disregard them as possible torture furs that would belong to the third mistress. He was beginning to figure things out, to make his escape from the torture furs. The sex slave now became aware that his upper body was enclosed in the rest of the Sable and Lynx coats. What really started to get to him was the soft furry feeling of his arms being totally encased within the coat sleeves. His armpits were being furred. his hands were still trapped inside the coyote mitts, his hands fully encased in the thick furs inside the mittens. He could not physically escape the furring, so he knew he would have to “outwit” those mistresses before it got too bad, make a quick identity, escape further fur torture, and he gained confidence that he would do it! But… The prisoner sex slave started to slowly lose control. Oh, how he hoped that this third mistress would show him mercy. He did not know that this was going to be the most thorough furring he was to receive that morning, and if he failed to correctly identify the mistress by both fur type and mistress name he knew that there would probably be one “additional step” before he was freed from his bounds and given his breakfast. He wondered what that “extra step” might be… But where was the next mistress? He couldn’t see or feel her presence. As he tilted his head up to get a fresh breath of air, he was surprised to see a naked red haired mistress kneeling over his face. Boy, was she beautiful. “Look at all that thick dark red hair” he thought to himself as her soft waist length hair encased his face. “Oh no… she has perfumed her hair”, he thought as her hair began to mix in with the soft fur collars that were around his face. Without a word spoken by the mistress, she leaned over the slaves face and gently lowered one of her large breasts onto his mouth. Her long dark red hair filling the cavity between his cheeks and the fur collars. The Arctic Fox mistress softly spoke to the prisoner “Suck my tits a little, you sexy slave. Kiss them well, for I am going to kiss you back in return. Do not cheat me, use you tongue well, suck the nipples until they become firm. If you do a good job I will treat you gently, I might take it easy on you. Understood?” The slave nodded his head and began to lick and suck the mistress’s breasts. The mistress presented first one, then the other breast to him. The sex slave was doing a great job. She felt her pussy start to become wet. She began to hope that she would be the one to “win this round” if he missed her proper identification, her reward being that she would be the first mistress, that the rules allowed, to fuck this sex slave! Her red haired cunt became more wet with each passing breast kiss, until she could hold still no longer, stand it no more. She fought to remain in control of her feelings, to relinquish none of her power to the slave. She must remain in control.
The mistress, very reluctantly, pulled back her breasts from the sex slaves open mouth. Before he could close it, she placed her long tongue deeply into his waiting cavity and examined every inch of his mouth. The prisoner began to squirm, which mean that the furs enclosing his body started to tickle him, to fur him. He began to moan in ecstasy. She continued to kiss him, very gently, for another 3 minutes. The slave could hardly catch his breath between her kisses. His cock was now straining to fuck the red fox cock sheath, and his hips began to involuntarily trust both cock and balls deeper into the red fox furs he had correctly identified. The Arctic Fox mistress completed her last long kiss, and then sat up, still looking down at his hair encased face. Her hands reached down and grasped the large Lynx and Sable fur collars. The mistress gently, and very slowly, pulled the large fur collars over the slaves face. When the opening was only about an inch wide, she leaned forward and strongly thrust her tongue down into the furs, through her thick hair, and into the sex slaves mouth. This action drove both red hair, Lynx, and Sable furs into his mouth. His cock began to hurt with sensual pain as she explored his mouth for the last time before she began her fur torture. She held this kiss for about one minute, and then withdrew her tongue, leaned further back and pulled her long soft hair away from the salves face. Before the slave could completely close his mouth, the mistresses fingers found his lips, and with a firm forceful pressure, drove the edges of the fur collars into his parted lips. The slave moaned. His hips bucked. His cock leaked a little cum into the red fox sheath. His balls ached. He struggled to maintain some self control. He would name this mistress soon, in just a few seconds… before it got worse… The Arctic Fox mistress rose up and moved away to the corner of the vault where she had laid her White Arctic fox coat. The mistress did not plan to wear this coat. She had other plans for it’s use. She placed her arms into the sleeves, which were quite large, and proceeded to grasp the large fur cuffs and to pull them back into the sleeves so as to turn the white fox sleeves inside out. She did this to both sleeves. She then walked over to the slave lay who lay moaning in the other mistresses furs, and sat down between his legs, exactly the same position as both of the other mistresses had done. The slave was not given an opportunity to see the white coat. He would “cum to regret that”. She pulled her coat around her and began to spread it out over both legs of the fur prisoner. As the Arctic fox coat began to cover the slaves legs, he tried to move them out from under the coat, but the coat was much to large for him to succeed. The large collar of the white fox coat was laid directly between the prisoners legs and was placed over the red fox fur sheath covering his cock and balls. The prisoner could not feel this new fur. The red fox was still protecting him. He did not know it was there. “Perfect” she thought, “and now to continue.” The mistress then reached down THROUGH the inside out left sleeve of the coat and found the red fox pelt which had been placed between his legs. She pulled the pelt upward and fully into the Arctic fox sleeve until the pelt came into view, extending out of the end of the sleeve. Next, she leaned sideways and gathered up all of her long dark red hair and pushed it down into the right sleeve of the Arctic fox coat until her hair was pilled up under the coat and laid on top of the ball sack covering the slave. Now her “fur loving’ time” was about to begin. The slave had, by now, recovered from the mistress’s kisses as best as he could. He lay, spread eagle, totally motionless, under the furs. His cock throbbing slightly in its red fox fur sheath, his balls straining to be released from the red fox fur sack. He could no longer see the naked mistress. He could feel her near him. He wondered what fate he would suffer next. He didn’t have long to wait. The Arctic Fox Mistress leaned over the sheath covered throbbing cock and smiled. She was ready to begin. Very, very slowly… very gently she reached down and slid the sheath off of his cock. She then released his balls from the fur sack, again very carefully, very slowly. She sat back and watched the Lynx and Sable fur coats begin to slide closed around the erect cock, causing terrific furring sensations to the prisoner. He could hold still no longer and started to move within the furs. The slave’s cock started to leak small amounts of cum and the mistress then took the large Arctic fox collar into her hands and slowly encased the throbbing cock in this new unseen fur. She pushed the large collar down deeply into the lynx and sable coats, slightly pushing these coats aside to enclose the sex slaves balls, and then she totally enclosed both cock and balls into the new white arctic fox fur collar. She slowly pumped, squeezed, and twisted the large fur collar, sending tremendous jolts of ecstasy through the bound slave. The collar was so large that she could keep new, cold, parts of it on his now throbbing cock and balls, never letting them warm up the furs. She watched, delighted, that the slave was responding so well. “Oh…”, she thought, “I want to fuck this cock so badly…” The slave bucked his hips wildly, fucking the cold new furs, trying to release his cum into them, to release the pressure of the cum in his balls, but the cock ring held firm. He moaned as more of the white arctic fox collar was pushed onto his cock, and he trashed his hips again and again. The end of his cock burst out of the collar, only to be completely engulfed again by the mistresses other hand which was holding the red fox sheath . The mistress began pumping the red fox sheath up and down the entire length of his swollen love shaft. She was determined to fool the slave, for the last thing the slave would feel was that pumping red fox fur sheath. Great thinking, great deception. The mistress kept up this torture, alternating the white arctic fox collar with the red fox cock sheath until the slave passed out. The mistress then removed the fur sheath, which was the last thing he would remember, from his cock and balls allowing them to cool off in the fresh morning air. She waited for him to wake again and rejoin her in her “fur love’n world”.
THE SLAVE WOULD NOW MAKE HIS MOVE…..
The slave announced his return with a long slow moan. He gasped for fresh air, which he got along with more of the large Lynx and Sable furs entering his lips and mouth. What a torture. He knew he could not stand more of that so called “mystery fur”. if only he could raise his head above the fur collars, if only for a second, to glimpse the furs she had used on him, but the collars surrounding his face were much to large, to big to give him a view. He laid back, resting, enjoying the freedom his cock and balls now had from those furring furs. Free at last from those fucking so called “mystery furs’. The sex slave knew he had to take an educated guess as to the type of fur that had just ravished him. Since he could not see it, he began to put two and two together, to figure things out. Lets see, the mistress has long red hair, the cock sleeve and balls sack she had used were lined with red fox, and, no doubt about it, that pelt whose tail was driven up into his butt crack was red fox ! Now he had it ! He had figured it out.
SWEET TALK, A WOMAN’S WAY TO LOVE
The naked Arctic fox mistress kneeled forward and looked down at the recovering sex slave. “Hello Sweetie, welcome back to my world. You did a grand job of fucking the collar of my coat. Sorry that you are still unable to cum into it, but that’s the way things go. I am not allowed to remove the cock ring, that is unless you complete this game without making a mistake.” The mistress continued, “Maybe we can find some relief for you now. Would you like to guess my mistress name ? Think you can identify me and my fur? If you are correct we will release you from your fur bonds and remove the cock ring, then the next time you fuck a fur you will be able to come into it. Your balls will be allowed to return to their normal size. Would you like that, my Sweetie?” The sex slave smiled up at the mistress face, which was still all that he could see of her over the large collars surrounding his face. Boy, she sure was a very beautiful woman. She really didn’t need to use her furs, the slave thought. Her long thick hair, which had covered his face when she was kissing him, showed him that it was very soft and sexy and was all she really needed to fully torture a man. But, he reasoned, she had not used her silky hair on his cock or balls, so that probably was not her style. Oh well, lets solve the mystery and get on with breakfast, with freedom from the torture furs. The slave began to speak. “Yes mistress, I have figured you out. prepare to release me from your torture furs, Mistress Red Fox, for I have won this round also.” He relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost over, or so he thought. The mistress looked down at the sex slave, smiled and said “Well congratulations slave. You have made a gallant effort to free yourself from our furs. Are you really sure that you have identified me correctly? I will give you a chance to change your mind, that is if you choose to do so. Only one chance more.” She continued; “I really do want to thank you for those wonderful kisses you gave to my breasts earlier. You really turned me on. My pussy is still wet, but I am not allowed continue the game by fucking you with that cock ring on if you win this final round. I would love to hold your throbbing cock in my “Love Canal”. That cock ring really has you big and hard, just the way I like my men’s dicks. And, of course, you can’t cum, so no messes there. But the rules of fair play will be honored and you will cease to suffer from my “fur play time” if you state my name and fur coat type correctly. One more chance to change you mind, Sweetie. You may just win your freedom from me for today.” The slave felt more sure of himself now. The mistress was not going to trick him into making a mistake. The slave replied “Well, I’m glad that you enjoyed my efforts to turn you on. It’s lucky for me that I am about to be freed from these furs. I couldn’t stand the feeling of having your warm pussy sucking on my cock. Those furs were bad enough.” The sex slave continued. “I also thank you for NOT torturing me with that long soft red hair of yours, at least not on my cock or balls. Your hair is beautiful, very sexy, and I know that I could not stand it’s torture. Thank you for sparing me from you hair. You are very beautiful, perhaps sometime in the future, when my cock has parted with this darned compressed sperm we can make real love, you know, my cock buried deeply into you. But for now, the pain in my balls is too great, so set me free! I will not change my choice, but thank you for the extra chance.” “I know who you are, Mistress Red Fox.”, the slave confirmed. He had no doubts! The mistress smiled down at the slave and then settled down into a keeling position directly over his now somewhat relaxed cock. She reached under her Arctic Fox coat and checked to insure that the Red Fox pelt was properly positioned; not touching the slaves balls. She reached under the other sleeve and made sure that all of her hair was just an inch away from his balls, again not touching them. The mistress then raised the Red fox loaded sleeve and held it directly over his cock with one hand, again the furs not touching the slaves cock. She then leaned slightly forward so that her free hand could reach up to the slaves face and touch the large fur collars. With a twist of her wrist, she unfastened the latches that held the collars up against his face and gently pushed back the furs. The slave gave a smile of relief but he did not try to look at her. He thought she was starting to free him of his bonds. He totally relaxed, about to be set free from those torturing furs. The large fur collars fell away from his face. The other two mistresses had been sitting quietly near by. Both of them stood up an walked over to the prisoner. He looked up and saw that they were naked except that each of the them was wearing a very large fur muff on one arm. The Mistress Sable carried a sable muff, and the Mistress Lynx held a Lynx muff. She was also holding a small towel in her hand, one side of which was lined with very thick, dense red fox fur. “What could this be all about?” the slave thought.”Probably just gathering up their things, getting ready to release me.” The two mistresses released some of the tension from the shackles that connected him to the bed, They gave him some slack. Then they sat down on the fur covered bed, Mistress Sable directly above his head, and Mistress Lynx took up a position alongside his resting body. All of the girls were smiling. The Mistress Sable said;”Here, let me cradle your head in my lap. I want you to raise up a litte so I can wiggle under you.” As the slave raised his head he looked into her eyes and smiled back at her. She wrapped her arms around his face and shoulders and leaned down and gently kissed him. She used her tongue to gently wet his lips, but she did not force it into his mouth. She then brought the large sable muff into position directly under his chin. This, she figured, would completely block his view until the time was right. Mistress Lynx then said; “Well, let me unlatch these two fur coats you are wearing. We won’t be needing them “fur-ther”. I think you need to cool off bit.” [I just couldn’t resist that pun………. sorry, the author] She unfastened the Lynx from the Sable coat and let them slide down the sides of his body until the top of his body was uncovered from his neck to his toes. The two fur coats were, however, kept immediately alongside of him, and in contact with the sides of his body.
THE COST OF BEING WRONG – THE SLAVE PAYS THE PRICE
Mistress Sable then said; “Well, you have done a good job today, but we are happy to announce that you made a mistake. Yes, things are not always as they seem to be. Now, I’m going to move my sable muff a little to the side. Are you ready to see your mistake? Mistress Arctic Fox, are you ready? “Mistress Arctic Fox? Who is she? Where did she come from? I thought that there were only three of you. Right?” said the slave. “Yes”, the mistress replied, “there are only three of us.” Mistress Arctic Fox said, very softly,”Well, hello slave. Raise you head and look at my furs.” “You must like red fox fur a lot because you were so sure of yourself. Yes, I spared you from becoming wrapped in my hair, but that was only part of my deception. Actually, I most enjoy torturing men with my hair wrapped around their cocks, and especially when my hair is inside of muffs or fur coat sleeves, fur flings, or one of my many fur hats. Can you imagine what my hair is going to feel like as it closes around your cock and balls? Think about that for a minute, my “cum king”. Look at me, Sweetie, and watch me fur you as you deserve to be furred, to make fur love to you, and real love to you too .” With that statement, the Mistress Lynx moved her muff alongside the slaves face on the side opposite the Sable muff. Both of the mistresses then started furring the slaves face, ears, and upper body with their muffs. The slaves head was now pushed and held upward, cradled in Mistress Sable’s naked lap. He looked down at the girl kneeling between his legs. He gasped a breath when he saw the large Arctic Fox sleeve poised directly above his cock. He stared at the Red Headed mistress. She spoke softly to him saying “Sorry slave, but my fur is arctic fox and my mistress name is Arctic. Now, are you still interested in Red Fox? Well, my friend, you are going to get both the red AND my Arctic fox at the same time. Just take a look at my left sleeve. And while you’re at it, take a look at the right sleeve, which is filled with my hair. You will take turns fucking each of these sleeves in preparation for the main event, so hold on to your cum, Sweetie, lets see how big your cock can really get!” The slave could not believe it, but that changed as the Mistress Lynx reached down and pulled the large arctic fox coat up and over his naked body. The bottom of the coat was pulled up and under his chin, so that he could view, WAS FORCED to view, everything. His head was firmly held in place. The ends of each sleeve were held directly above his cock not touching it. And the fur and hair filled sleeves were in the hands of Mistress Arctic Fox. All was ready.
Mistress Arctic Fox stood up and pulled her hair out of the sleeve. She left the red fox tale stuffed under the slaves buttocks and draped the rest of the pelt over his stiff cock. She then reversed the sleeves and put on her coat. She then laid down on top of the poor slave and inserted just the very tip of his throbbing cock into her wet pussy. She rested there until the slave recovered. The stage was set for the final act. As the prisoner regained his senses, he looked into the eyes of the beautiful face directly in front of him. Mistress Artic fox had her fur covered arms wrapped around the slaves neck, and her hair was draped over the slaves face. Her tongue darted quickly into and out of his mouth, teasing him. She started a small pumping action with her hips, her pussy gently sucking on the end of his cock. The slave was afraid to move, else the pussy would consume him and her torture would be too much for him to stand. Suddenly, his balls were sucked into the mouth of Mistress Lynx, who had positioned herself lying down between the slaves legs. She trust her lynx muff up against the exposed portion of his cock. At the same time, the slave felt a tongue enter his right ear. This was Mistress Sable getting to know him better. Mistress Arctic fox then stuck her tongue into his other ear and started to move her pussy more and more. He tried to cry out, but mistress Sable jammed her muff back into his face, pushing the fur into his open mouth. With each movement of her hips, the Mistress Arctic fox drove her tongue back into his ear while her pussy sucked more an more of his cock deeply into her. She started making small circles around his pulsing cock, fucking him very gently. Suddenly she raised up and, in one long deep thrust, she sat down firmly on his cock, taking it all the way into her throbbing pussy. His balls were now fully sucked into Mistress Lynx mouth and her tongue worked over every inch of the stretched skin of his balls. Mistress Sable then removed her tongue from his ear, wrapped his head in the muff, and stuck her tongue deeply into his mouth, silencing him. There was no escape. The kissing and fucking continued for about one half hour. The slave was being totally tortured, a steady stream of cum leaking out of his cock. Mistress Artic fox stopped pumping the throbbing cock. She held it in her pussy, buried as deeply as she could get it inside her, while the flicking tongues of the other two girls tortured the slaves mouth and balls. On a signal from Mistress Arctic Fox, she raised completely up and off of his cock. Mistress Lynx kept the slaves balls in her mouth and drew a strong vacuum on them. She reached up with her hands and removed the cock ring. The slave could still not cum due to her strong vacuum keeping the cum inside of his balls. Mistress Arctic Fox then plunged the slaves cock back into her pussy, sucking it all the way inside of her and started squeezing his cock with her strong vaginal muscles. The slave now knew that it was now impossible to cum due to the vacuum,………. if only the sucking action on his balls would stop. Mistress Arctic fox now started fucking his cock with a strong pumping action. Each time the shaft of his cock was exposed, the lynx fur muff caressed it. This went on until mistress Artic fox had cum two more times. She then told mistress Lynx to release the vacuum, and instantly, the salves balls started releasing cum into the pumping pussy. The cock spurted into Mistress Artic Fox until his balls were empty. Each time the cum ran down his throbbing love shaft, the mistress laying between his legs wiped his balls dry with that red fox towel she was seen holding. Now the slave knew what that towel as for. What a way to find out ! The slave had now lost any control he may have mustered, and he slumped back down into the furs, totally exhausted. But, Mistress Arctic fox continued to fuck him until he eventually Ñcameì two more times, and each time he Ñcameì the leaking cum was wiped up, absorbed into the now soaked red fox fur towel.. Now he could have his breakfast. Lynx Mistress buried his head into her pussy and came into his mouth. Then Mistress Sable did the same thing, forcing the slave to lick her thrashing pussy completely dry from her juices. The slave was released from his bondage. The door to the vault opened and the rest of the mistresses entered the room, carrying food to the sex slave. He was allowed to eat unmolested. He was taken to the bathroom, was showered, etc. The slave was then dressed in a pair of black leather shorts, completely void of any more fur. He would be allowed to rest until later the next day.
RED FOX FUR, LONG RED HAIR, AND THE ARCTIC FOX SLEEVES – MEET MR. COCK
Mistress Arctic fox slowly slid the sleeve with the red fox pelt inside down over his hard stiff cock. She pulled up on the red fox pelt as the White fur sleeve bottomed out, covering his cock and balls completely. By pulling softly upward on the red fox pelt, the mistress forced the tail even deeper into his butt crack while the pelt lifted the slaves balls even deeper into the fur sleeve. The mix of both white and red fox furs was astounding to the slave. He thrashed about, trying to get his cock out of the furs, but every move he made only made things worse. Mistress Artic fox increased the rhythm and the speed of the squeezing, pumping sleeve, moving downward with a relaxed hand, and the gently squeezing the furs into the sex slaves cock and swollen balls with each upward stoke. Pumping, pumping, pumping away, smiling at him, never losing eye contact………. The cum started leaking from the slaves cock. The slave moaned and moaned. This pleased the fur mistress, as she knew that the slave was now getting the full impact of the soft fur mix inside the sleeve. His balls grew even larger as the furs continued their furring work. The mistress never allowed the cock to fully leave the fur sleeve, not even for one second. The fur torture was continuous, never relenting, ever pumping, always tickling…. very complete… furring……furring…. Every time the slave jerked,…….. he moaned. The sable muff was now held by Mistress Sable over his mouth. Each time he opened his lips, she pushed some of the fur inside his mouth. He struggled to breath, the furs entering his nose, his ears. He was now completely dominated. He trust his cock ever deeper into the fur sleeves as his balls began to expand even more, the skin stretched very tightly. Trust, retract, trust again, over and over…. until he fainted. As the slave came too, he realized just how tortured he was, but he still had two more things to endure. AND NOW IT’S HAIR APPRECIATION TIME, LOVER BOY As he awoke, the red fox lined sleeve was lifted up and off of his cock and balls. Mistress Arctic Fox grabbed his cock with her hand by it’s base and lifted gently upward, blew on it to cool it, to settle him down a bit. With her other hand she picked up the sleeve which was filled with her soft long dark red hair. She blew the slave a kiss, and then very slowly, began to lower the hair filled fur sleeve down over his cock, stopping, raising up a little, down more, up a little, down again, teasing…….teasing….teasing…..finally burying both cock and balls in the mix of arctic fox fur and long soft dark red curls. He squirmed and squirmed, and each time he moved, the arctic fox coat enveloped him more and more. Here long silky red hair drove him nearly insane. Pump, pump, pump, leak, more leakage, more leakage yet as the cum tried to escape the onslaught of white fur and red hair. The sable muff was replaced with the lynx muff to smoother his cries, the long furs reaching deep into his parted lips, caressing his tongue. All this time the red fox pelt tail was being driven deeper, ever deeper, into his but crack……… until he could stand it no longer. The slave starting sobbing. The cum pressure had reached his the maximum limit. The stretched skin of both cock and balls was completely engulfed in the fur and hair mix, his cock leaking profusely. He let out a scream, indicating that he could take it no longer, and the sleeve was slowly, very reluctantly, lifted off of his cock. The sex slave fell back into the waiting arms of mistress Sable, who leaned down and drove her tongue deeply into his mouth. Mistress Lynx placed her muff under the salves balls and began to gently caress them. She took his throbbing cock into her mouth and deep throated it, sucking out as much of the cum leakage as the cock released. She continued to hold it in her mouth, gently twisting her head, sucking, sucking, sucking on his Love machine. Once again, the slave passed out, his throbbing cock swallowed by Mistress Lynx, his furred balls on fire with pain.
MAKING A WRONG TURN -THE ELECTRIC CHAIR
The slave was awakened, fed breakfast, and was allowed to get more sleep and rest the rest of the morning of this new, bright cold winter day. He really began to feel good, being fully rested. He took a long warm bath, relaxed, and started reading a book about furs that he had been given. My goodness, he really did feel better. Perhaps he could continue on his business trip soon. He knew that, no matter what may follow, these girls were not going to hurt him. He new they were just playing with him, playing some mid-winter game, and the worst just had to be over. Now that his balls were back to normal all would be well. And all of the mistresses had been very nice to him the whole morning. Later that afternoon the slave had been allowed to take a short walk, BUT he had wandered into a RESTRICTED AREA. He was grabbed by the mistresses and dragged into the room. The name on the door was NTERROGATION. His leather shorts were removed and he was now, once again, completely naked. The prisoner was tied securely, the tight fur lined leather straps held him very immobile in this large wooden oak chair in the middle of the cell-like chamber. A dim light hung over him. All else was dark. The mistress wore my very large fox fur coat. She carried a large fur muff in her hands, and a fur fling was thrown around her neck. She was beautiful. Please do not speak till I ask you to. This part of your experience is not a game! You entered our restricted area without MY permission. Therefore you are to be treated as a trespasser. You are now MY prisoner! You may try to escape your fate, but that will only make things even worse for you. Escape from ME is virtually impossible. The rest of those mistresses were treating you too nicely, and you over stepped your bounds. You should have stayed out of MY territory. What could you have been thinking? Are you just plain stupid, or is there more to you than we suspected? I intend to find out, get to the real truth this time…….! THE CHAIR Sorry if this big old arm chair is uncomfortable! Is that fox tail fur up your butt far enough? Go ahead, squirm all you like. Here, squirm into this…. The mistress pressed a soft fur pelt onto his cock and balls, rubbing it gently, squeezing it, watching his reaction. His cock started to get a little hard.
QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS
The mistress rolled some sort of machine over in front of the slave. From within an attached bin, she pulled out a long hose, which resembled a vacuum cleaner hose. There was a 10 inch tube on the end, where, ordinarily, there would have been a cleaning brush. The tube was about 4 inches in diameter. The mistress stuffed a beaver fur cock sheath into this tube. The end of the cock sheath was open, not closed. As the slave was to find out, this would allow any cum that escaped his balls and cock to he vacuumed away, and into a small plastic jar located about half way down this hose. Now you trespasser, we’ll get your attention. Look at this, what is it? I don’t know, replied the slave. She then pushed the fur lined tube over the slaves dick. Nice erection you are going to have, my dear said the mistress. He wiggled a little this way and that. But superman couldn’t get out of this chair. Let’s try a little vacuum, shall we?, she asked. The mistress punched a button then turned a dial to low. The sound of the machine resembled a vacuum cleaner running on low. In fact, that is just about what it was. The slaves cock was pulled outward, gently stretched, down deeper and into the fur lined tube. He shook, gasped, and whined. Oh! That’s just a little teasing. If you don’t tell me that you are a spy you’re in big trouble. She pushed another button, and the machine started pulsing the vacuum, never holding it steady. He screamed. He explained that he was just taking a short walk and got lost and had wandered into her restricted area by mistake. He said that he was sorry. Your lying to me., she responded. She turned the suction up higher. He shook violently, his back arched, trying to throw the tube off of his cock. But he could move very little. Really, just a little walk you were taking?, was all she asked. She stopped the suction, replaced the beaver fur with a coyote fur cock sleeve, and turned the machine on again. I’m a cock worshiper. I love to see really big, long, cocks. Maybe this machine will help you grow a little. When you are about to cum, you must tell me. I don’t want you messing up any of my fur cock sheaths! Failure to tell me means that I will get out my cattle prod, and I don’t think you’re going to like getting shocked on those balls of yours., she said. The slave’s cock was now entirely encased in coyote fur, which was being sucked by the tube. She let things stay the way they were for a few minutes, and then she grabbed the tube in her hand and pressed it more firmly onto his swollen cock. She pushed another button and the machine changed it’s operation. Now the tube now started pulsing between sucking and BLOWING and the fur was driven into every nook and cranny of his tortured dick. Suck, blow, suck, blow……….. and the slave squirmed. The feel of that fur trying to enter the end of his cock was pure erotic sensation. As the cum leaked, the fur whipped it up, absorbed all of the leakage remaining dry to the touch. Well, partner, looks like you’re getting your first real blow job, now doesn’t it. Do you like the way that fur enters you cock hole?. I can’t see it happening through this clear plastic tube loaded with the fur, but I’m sure YOU can appreciate the feeling., she said. The suction pulse snapped the thick fur slightly away from his cock, loosening it’s grip on him, and in the process slid the furs toward the suction hose hose end of the tube, sliding down his stiff dick, giving him terrific furring sensations. Then, when the pressure pulse came, the fur was driven back down the length of his love shaft and was pressed firmly on it and some of the fur tried to enter the hole in the end of his dick. The suck – blow action continued. When the slave was about to cum he told the mistress, as he had been told to do. The blowing stopped and a great suction was applied and the slave started cumming into the fur, and the cum was instantly sucked away, past the furs, and into the plastic jar, and the fur stayed dry. The slave blew all he had, and when no more cum could be sucked into the jar, the machine was switched back into blow – suck mode, and the torture continued. Two times more the slave ejaculated into the jar, each time the mistress applauded him, thanked him, told him he was doing a good job, encouraged him to send some more cum……… to keep at it……… more, more, more……… that the local hair salon really needed it, that they had run out of fresh cum, that they would thank him for it,……….and so it went ! The hair saloon? What the hell was that all about?ì, the slave thought. He was to find out later, but not a lot later……… When the slave could stand it no more, he screamed, Stop I’ll tell you, I admit it, I’m a spy! Please, PLEASE! Stop this, I admit it. She turned on a tape recorder. His voice shook as he told a long made up story that he had tried to enter her area and escape from the farmhouse. The mistress had the slave removed from the chair. They took him to their lunch room, fed him another a good meal, and led then him to the bathroom for a shower and the necessary things. They then led him down the hall to a bedroom, tied him to a regular bed, and told him to get a good nights sleep, for me would need his rest. The slave listened to the sound of the cold winter wind blowing, and he could see out the window that the snow was still falling heavily. He thought that he may be released in the morning after the roads had been plowed. After all, the mistresses who had brought him to dinner and then to his bed had treated him as a very prominent house guest, and not a slave at all. The slave fell asleep, his sexual desires completely drained. The room was warm, and he slept peacefully.
NOW THAT HE HAS CONFESSED……… THE PLAY ROOM
The next morning, the head mistress ordered the girls to wake him up, to take him to breakfast and the toilet. They untied the slave and led him down the hall to the lunchroom and he was fed, and allowed to go to the bathroom, but not alone. Someone stayed with him at all times, cattle prod in hand. The mistresses then led the slave down the hall to the the PLAY ROOM. He had no idea what this was all about. The inside of the room was almost completely dark, he could see almost nothing as they led him inside. The prisoner was abruptly lashed to a pole in the middle of the room, his hands above his head. This pole was not quite straight up and down, but rather forced the slave to lean, or gently hang, away from it. His feet were left free. The mistresses wrapped him up, very loosely this time, in a fox fur lined sack, with only his face showing through the thick soft furs. His cock and balls were left sticking out of the fur sack front flap so they could have easy access to his love toy any time they wanted to play with it.
This fur sack flap was designed to hold the prisoners cock outward no matter how he moved within the fur sack. This front flap was made of very soft, very thick, fox fur coat collars which were loosely attached on both sides of his protruding cock and balls. Any move the slave made caused the furs to move and fur tease his cock, but not allow him to cum. A cock ring was installed which prevented the prisoner from cumming in any other furs anyway, as a precaution. The slave prisoner wiggled, trapped in the soft fox fur lined sack, slowly struggling, trusting slowly about, trying to find a way to shield his cock, his balls, his entire body from the furring flap, hood, and sack. He slowly withered in the furs, his balls trying to release his cum. But he could not cum. The cock ring prevented that from happening. The fur pressures were, intentionally, keep very light. The fur bound slave was now ready to be teased and tortured by the fur mistresses in any way that they desired. Then the very sexily fur mistress who had bound the slave sat down to listen to the confession tape. After listening she said, Well ladies, what is your judgment! We do have a statement from him that he is guilty.ì The fur chamber prisoner, stuffed in a fur sack, tied to the pole, could not utter a sound. A very large black fox fur muff had been tied over his mouth along with the thick fox fur hood. One of the fur mistresses reached into the black fox muff and, using her fingers, forced the muff fur into the slave’s mouth to further fur torture and silence him. He hung to the pole, like a sack of potatoes. The ropes holding his wrists, the fur next to him, with his cock and balls hanging out of that furry front flap. Little eye holes in the fur hood revealed numerous very sexy, fur cloaked, women in the furring chamber. Some of the girls were dark haired, others blond, and all of them wore their hair very long. They all had their large breasts exposed. And all the girls wore very large coats, muffs, and fur scarfs made from various types of furs. I say let’s keep him. Punish him first, then make him do our bidding. He’ll be shackled and tied at all times in fur. We’ll take turns having sex with him each day. Oh, won’t it be fun to have a sex slave around!ì They all agreed to keep him in furs and not set him free, well, at least not quite yet……… One by one, each of the fur mistresses stood up and walked over to the poor hanging fur bound slave. With great tenderness, each of the fur wearing mistresses greeted their new sex toy, each in her own way: The first 2 girls, standing one on each side of the slave, pulled back the fur lined hood just enough to expose his ears. Their warm moist tongues slowly caressed and then very slowly entered his ears, French kissing them. The third girl stood in front of the slave, removed the muff from his mouth, and kissed him tenderly on his lips. She then pulled up in front of his face a thick, white fox mouth gag and held it to his lips, fur side in his mouth. Then, through a slit in the fur lined gag, she plunged her long wiggling tongue deeply into his mouth, joining the Artic fox fur already there. The slave moaned, kissing her back through the fur as best as he could.
The fourth girl reached into the opening of the fur sack and gently held the slaves balls in her hand, softly caressing them. This gave the slave a moment of relief from the constant furring from the fox fur collars on each side of the front flap. As she held his balls, the fifth girl took his throbbing cock into both of her hands and proceeded to place his cock between her tits, likewise, giving the salve’s cock relief from the tickling, furring collars. This act of tenderness prevailed for about 10 minutes. The five fur mistresses gently kissed and caressed their victim, letting him swing slowly in his fur bounds, giving his sex organs a few minutes of rest from the torture furs surrounding him. It was a sight of extreme tenderness, of beauty! But, what about the sixth fur coated sex mistress? What was she preparing for the prisoner slave? She was out of his line of site and her presence could not be viewed. The slave could not see her pick up the large black fox fur muff that had previously been tied across, and then removed from, his face. This sixth mistress had long thick blonde hair, very thick and very soft, and very, very sexy. She also had a very long and full Crystal Fox Fling draped around her neck, over her shoulders, and was wrapped several times around both of her arms. This was a very long 4′ wide fling she had made for just this sort of occasion. Hanging from each end of this fur fling were the largest Crystal Fox tails that she could find. And, inside each end, she had added some small fishing weights, just above the tails. She proceeded to set up her Greeting in her own very own very special way. The Crystal Fox Mistress, as she was known, took the black fox muff into her hands and completely turned the fur inside out, creating a foot long cylinder filled with black soft fox fur. She then turned out each end of this fur lined muff back to form a thick ring of black fox fur at each end of the fur lined tube she had made out of the muff. Her new fur toy. But, she wasn’t finished. She then took the Crystal Fox fling off of her body and inserted the fur fling into the interior of the muff and pulled it through until the muff hung on the fling about midway down the fling’s length, adding the feel of the Crystal fox fling to the fur lined cylinder of the black fox fur tube she had created! It was a wondrous sight, an entirely new idea for fur time. She was pleased with her creation. Now, for the finishing touch! The Crystal Fox Mistress was ready to have her furring fun. She signaled the other girls that the time had come for this furring of all furringsì to proceed to the muff torture stage. She was the only fur mistress that the slave had not yet seen, or met. CHILL OUT, RELAX, SOFTEN UP MR. SLAVE The first and second mistresses who were busy kissing the slaves ears stopped doing so and slid the fur hood back off his head. The third mouth kissing/furring mistress removed the fur gag and loosened the draw string of the sack around the prisoner slaves neck, letting the sack hang very loosely. The fourth fur mistress, who had been caressing the salves balls with her hands, released the testicles and pushed back the fox sack crotch furs creating a large pocket beneath his balls. The fifth fur mistress slid her large and voluptuous tits off of the slaves cock. She then stepped behind the bound slave, and pulled open and back the fur collar flaps that had been torturing his swollen cock before she had protected the cock with her tits. What a sight! The bound slave’s cock and balls were now completely exposed, protruding outward, far away from the furs. He was totally helpless, his cock and balls were hanging out in font of the fur sack, slowly swinging in the cool air. Finally, the slave sighed and relaxed, thinking the worst was over, and at least, for the moment, he was correct. His swollen cock had relaxed, but his cum loaded balls were still loaded. None of the mistresses moved. For the first time, the torture furs remained still………… The slave’s cock dropped down and pointed toward the floor. The stage was set ! The mistresses holding the slave motionless told him that as long as his cock remained soft he would not be furred any more that day. At last ! True relief ! He knew he could do it. He had survived……… he had outlasted the fur coated mistresses……….
MEET THE CRYSTAL BLONDE AND HER MUFF, MY DARLING SLAVE
From behind the hanging fur sacked slave stepped the most beautiful tall Swedish blonde woman the slave had ever seen. She was clothed in the most sumptuous Lynx full length coat you can imagine, even thicker longer fur than any used on him before!. It was obvious to the slave that the mistress was blonde, but her thick hair was evenly spread around her face and quickly disappeared beneath the front of the coat between her breasts. The large Lynx coat was fully clasped shut. The fullness of the Lynx coat, and it’s huge collar, completely removed any outline of the woman’s body. The slave could only guess as to her shape, weather she was clothed of not, how long her hair was, the shape of her breasts. He could decipher nothing…….. The large Lynx fox collar was pulled up around her neck and framed her face and pouting lips in luxurious fur. The top of her silver blonde head of thick hair and this beautiful face were all he could see as she stood about 10 feet in front of the prisoner. The slave noticed that the Blonde mistresses arms were not in site. Both of the arms of the Lynx coat hung loosely at her sides. The coat had been draped over the her shoulders. But why? It was becoming obvious to the slave that something was amiss, not quite right. Something might be hidden under that very full Lynx coat, and as shapely as she might be, the slave was sure that he could ignore her beauty just to maintain control of himself. He didn’t think he could stand any more furring, but then again, he didn’t have to worry…. the girls had made him that soft cock promise ! The Blonde mistress said not a word, but started to move slowly toward the bound slave, smiling ever so slightly. She swung the Lynx coat slightly from side to side as she walked, just to show it’s fullness, it’s size. When the Crystal Blonde was about 3 feet directly in front of the slave he saw one of her hands appear from behind the front of the Lynx coat. The hand slowly started to open the middle section of the coat, leaving the latched lynx collar framed fully around her face. The bottom of the coat was still clasped closed, only the center section was about to be opened. The Crystal Fox Mistress stuck one of her hands out through the front of the coat. In it she held one end of the crystal fox fling. She gently waved it from side to side to show the prisoner its shape. Then more and more of the crystal fox fling slowly slid out of the front of the lynx coat, more and more, piling up into a big mound on the floor in front of her, My god, the prisoner thought, how much more of that fling is still inside that large lynx coat? Sure as hell is long, wonder why it is so long? Its way to long to just drape around a woman’s neck or coat without most of it dragging on the floor.ì Despite his strongest efforts, the prisoners cock started to rise. The crystal fox mistress continued. More of the fling continued to come out from within the coat, and then the color changed to black. Black? The black fox fur muff was now in her hand and it became evident that all of that fur fling had been pulled through it. The prisoner looked at it. He couldn’t figure out what she had in mind. The crystal mistress said Hello my lover boy. None of these furs, the fling or muff, will touch your cock or balls. Just hold very still and spread your legs apart. These furs are going to be added to the contents of your fur sack. Have no fear for I will be very gentle, very careful, in my placement of these furs, to not touch you cock or balls. You know that as long as your cock remains, well mostly, pointed toward the floor that no furs will be placed on it, so just stay relaxed lover boy and you will be OK. The crystal fox mistress now held the black fox muff in one hand and started pulling the fling back through it until the fox muff was hanging approximately one half of the way along the crystal fox fling. She then leaned forward and placed one of the fur tails into the hand of another mistress. This mistress carried the end of the fox fling into the open cavity beneath his hanging cock and between his legs and held it there. Another mistress, who was standing behind the hanging prisoner, further loosened the fox fur sack from around the prisoners neck. She reached down behind him and took the end of the crystal fox fling into her hand. She slowly and gently started pulling the fling up the back of the prisoner, sending shivers down his spine. She continued to pull the fling up and out from behind the hanging prisoner until it was long enough to fall back and almost, but not quite, touch the floor. She stopped pulling the fling. It was long enough for the next step. The crystal fox mistress was still standing, smiling, looking down at the prisoner sex slave’s cock. He was still in control of himself, as the cock had risen only a small amount up from the floor. He continued to hold very still, realizing that any movement would place him into a furring situation and that he would no longer be able to keep his cock relaxed. The crystal fox mistress then picked up the other end of the fling and handed it to the mistress who had first handed the other end to the mistress standing behind the prisoner. The crystal fox mistress was holding the black muff in her hands with the fling pouring out of it. This time the other mistress started sliding the crystal fox fling up inside the the sack in front of the prisoner until the thick tail began to show, protruding out of the front of the sack beneath the prisoners chin. She was very careful not to let this fur contact the prisoners cock, so she moved very carefully and slowly. She continued to pull more and more of this fling up through and out of the fur lined sack until the fur hung down outside the sack and almost, but not quite, touched the floor. She then stepped back, admired her work, and then moved out of sight of the prisoner. A RECAP……… The prisoner saw that the Crystal Mistress was holding the black fox muff in her hands. The long fling had been passed completely through the muff. The fling fling extended up from near the floor in back of the sack, then down through the sack along the prisoners back, hanging inside the sack and between his legs but below the prisoners balls (but not touching them) and then up and out the front opening of the fur sack, only to disappear into that large black fox muff being held two feet in front of the prisoner by the crystal fox mistress. The fur fling then came out of the top of the vertically held black fox fur tube muff, made a short loop back into opening in the front of the fur sack, ran up the front of the prisoner (and inside the sack) and then spilled out beneath the prisoners neck, almost touching the floor. That was the view that the Crystal Mistress saw, and she was very pleased. (Great……..! I hope you’ve got the picture – the author) Lets see, this meant that the prisoners cock and balls were surrounded by large fur collar flaps, one on either side (now held open by the mistresses) and by a loop of crystal fox fling both below and above the prisoner’s hanging cock. OK….. ONWARD WE GO……….(is all this detail necessary, or what?) What a pretty site the crystal fox mistress said to the slave. You have a very nice cock. It’s nice that you have such good control over it in spite of the cock ring. You are a determined man. I like that quality in a person. Now I want you to continue to relax. I need to brush my hair. It got all tangled inside this lynx coat with the fling. I would not want you to see it in this condition, my love, and I will brush it out for your inspection. The Crystal fox mistress handed the black fox fur muff to one of the other girls standing nearby the prisoner, who kept the crystal fox fling away from the prisoners hanging dick and balls. The crystal fox mistress walked over to a corner of the room and rolled a reclining chair over directly in front of the fur sacked prisoner. The back of the chair was placed about two feet away from the prisoners hanging cock. The crystal fox mistress, standing in front of the prisoner, now began to fully unclasp the front of her coat, and as she did so, long thick strands of blonde hair began to spill out of the front of the lynx coat she continued to wear. More clasps were undone, until the coat was fully open, top to bottom, and her long wavy hair fell free to about her knees. She then leaned forward and inserted first one arm and then the other into the sleeves of the coat and then pulled it closed and re-clasped the coat from the bottom to just below her large firm breasts, leaving all of her long gorgeous hair spilled down the outside of the front of the coat. She leaned forward again and reached into a pocket of the lynx coat and extracted a hair brush. She started brushing her hair, which was then evenly divided on both sides of her head, hanging toward the floor. She reached down as low as she could, but she could not reach far enough to brush the last couple of feet. She stood up, turned around, and laid back into the recliner chair. The mistress who had been holding the black fox muff then gently handed it back to the crystal fox mistress, who then began to stuff her hair into the inside of the muff, letting it spill out of the bottom. she then handed the muff back to that mistress who then pulled the rest of her hair all the way through the muff. The muff now rested directly on the top of the blondes head as she lay back into the reclining chair. The other mistresses stepped forward and finished brushing her long hair, until she complained, You know, Mistress Crystal fox, that this job is almost impossible. Your hair keeps getting messed up on the floor as we brush it. to which the Crystal fox mistress replied, Well, then just shove it into the fur sack as you go along. That should solve the problem, shouldn’t it? Solve the problem it did. They brushed and brushed, laying the long shiny soft hair into the fur sack between the prisoners legs until it was piled up so much that it almost touched his balls. There was still about two feet of her hair hanging down out of the black fur muff as the Crystal fox mistress moved the chair backwards, and closer, to that hanging cock, which was now at about a 45 degree angle to the floor. She further reclined the chair until the angle of the back rest was holding that black fur, fling and hair lined muff directly ABOVE the prisoners hanging cock. She relaxed into the chair. the Crystal fox mistress looked up at the prisoner, who had begun to tremble slightly, and she said to the other mistresses, You know, I think our male friend is getting a little cold. We keep this room at about 60 degrees, so I can fully understand his situation. The prisoners face, neck, and most of his shoulders were not confined within the bag since the fur fling had been installed, that is, added to the sack contents. And yes, the slave was getting cold, especially since he was afraid to move. The Crystal fox mistress continued to speak, saying, Well, girls, we can’t have our man shivering, so slide the sack up until it’s around his neck and tighten the draw string so that it stays there. And, oh yes, you might as well place the fur lined hood back over his head to further protect him from the cool air, but do not close it around his face. He is being very good and quiet, so no gag will be needed unless he starts acting up, yelling or moaning. She then looked up at the prisoner and said, Kind slave, it’s been a long day, even though it’s still early. I completely forgot to do do my aerobic sex exercises this morning, and since most are done while I lay on my back, now would be the perfect time. Now you just relax and watch. I’ll do them slowly so as not to disturb the furs, but, sometimes, my hair may move a little, but I’m sure you won’t mind. I only agreed not move the furs on you, and I will not do so as long as your cock remains hanging down and not sticking straight out. She said to one of the mistresses, You may remove his cock ring now. The prisoner is behaving well. Lets give him a chance to relax his cock further. With that, the ring was removed, and the prisoner gave a long sigh, grateful for being relieved from it’s tight grip on the base of his penis. The slave’s cock now dropped straight downward, hanging toward the floor of the room. He was, now, very relaxed, and very grateful that his cock was completely free from the cock ring and any of the furs, absolutely touching nothing, just hanging in the cool air. Besides, she continued, your cock is below the fur muff which shall remain on the back of this recliner chair as long as you hold still and don’t knock it off with any silly gyrations. Since your hanging cock is below it, your cock can’t contact the muff or the fling as long as you keep it relaxed. Thatës something for to concentrate on. No need to let you just hang there without something to think about, so concentrate, my love, and it will be easy for your cock to avoid the fur muff and fling while I do my sexercises. Slowly, the other mistresses pulled up the fur sack and tightened the draw string around the prisoners neck. The two mistresses who had been holding the front flap fur collars carefully released them. The collars closed, quite naturally, to within 4 inches of the hanging cock, held open that amount by the width of the crystal fox fur fling protruding out of the front of the flap opening. The fur hood was draped loosely over the slave prisoners head. The crystal fox fling, which was now streaming out of the hood, was moved over his shoulders and left to hang down directly in front of the fur sack. It was joined by the other end of the crystal fox fur fling that also hung down in front of the fur sack, the two tails gently swinging in the cool room air. The rest of the mistresses told the prisoner good by. They suggested to him to always tell them the truth and he would probably manage to keep himself out of further trouble from now on. They also congratulated him on his ability to relax, telling him what a great quality that was. Them the other fur mistresses left the room. AND THE DARKNESS WOULD HELP HIS CONCENTRATION The last mistress paused by the door, flicked a wall which which immediately turned off all the lights making the rood completely dark. She then pushed another button and a soft white ceiling light illuminated the Crystal Fox Mistress laying on the chair in front of the prisoner. She pushed another button, and from speakers along the walls of the room flowed very sensual music. She closed the door, and the prisoner and the Crystal Fox mistress stared at one another in the soft light. Without removing her upward gaze, the mistress started to slowly move her hips, first to one side of the chair, and then back to the other. She slowly, in tune with the music, started long upward pelvic motions, slow continuous motions, up and down, always in tune with the music. Other than her hips, there was only a very slight movement of the rest of her upper body, still cloaked in the fur coat. Her exposed breasts began to move, ever so slightly, from the movement of her hips. They gently rocked from side to side, swaying, ever moving. She blew the prisoner a kiss….. that should have been his warning ! The prisoner noticed that his balls were, now that the sack had been pulled up, contacting some of her hair that had been placed within the fur lined sack between his spread legs. As long as he did not let his legs close together, the chance that the hair would engulf his balls was remote. He started to split his concentration between keeping his cock relaxed and holding his legs very still and apart at the knees. An easy task he thought to himself, Something he could do. Think of just two things at once. Easily done ! SEXERCISES WILL KEEP A WOMAN’S BODY FIT After the Crystal Fox mistress blew the prisoner his kiss, she rotated her head downward, towards her tits. The black fox muff moved with her head, away from the top of the chair. Her blonde hair started sliding through the muff, away from the sack. She took one of her breasts in her fur sleeved hand and lifted the breast upward toward her waiting tongue, all the while continuing to move her hips in tune with the music. She began to lick her nipple with her very long tongue. All the slave could see was the mistress doing her thing. When she rotated her head away from the slave, her hair within the sack was pulled tighter and began to engulf the prisoners balls. The silky softness of her hair caused the prisoner slave to slightly thrust himself, and the fur sack, more toward the mistress lying on the reclined chair. He tried to remove some of the pressure. This was a mistake. His slow forward thrust also slightly tightened the fling between his legs, further moving more of mistresses hair onto his balls and moved the loop of the fling upwards, closer to his balls. He looked downward and saw one end of the fur fling drop a tiny bit closer to the floor. He immediately realized that the weight of the fling hanging outside of the fur sack would cause the same fling between his legs to slightly move upwards. This was not a good sign. CONCENTRATE YOU POOR FELLOW…………….. The prisoner now knew to keep his eyes glued on the length of crystal fox flings, being sure that they never got any closer to the floor. Concentrate he thought to himself, don’t move again, don’t let his legs come together. Oh boy, another thing to watch out for. Another problem began to make itself known. The prisoner realized that his cock was now hanging down and into the mistresses hair. Not only were his balls in contact, but now his cock. His cock began to stiffen, ever so slightly, and raised itself upward and out of that silky blonde hair. He now began to realize that he would have to concentrate more on this and not let it get a full erection, but just enough to stay clear of her hair. Darn it, he thought, another thing to think about. By now the mistress had licked both of her breasts. She was beginning to get a little warm inside the lynx coat, so she leaned forward, further this time, and unclasped another hook. The fur coat opened slightly. Her hair was pulled out of the muff a little more, and the prisoner felt the hair, once again, engulf his cock. The prisoner immediately trust forward, as he had done before, forgetting about that darned fling between his legs. The fling tightened, more hair engulfed his balls, and his cock got stiffer. He looked down and saw that the ends of the fling had moved closer to the floor. He also noted that, with each drop of the flings, the fur collars of the front flap moved ever so closer together, to his hidden cock. He realized that this was a larger potential problem. He decided that he would never thrust hips hips again, never. He increased his concentration on just that problem, and forgot about holding his legs apart. As his knees moved closer compressing the mistresses hair, the fur sack moved downward as his legs began to close. The movement of the fur lined sack excited the prisoner, his cock got a little stiffer. He thought to himself how stupid that move had been and quickly spread his legs back apart. He watched in horror the ends of the fur fling again moved closer to the floor taking up the slack his legs created by snapping back apart. With the re-spreading of his legs the bottom of the sack once again moved up, lifting more of the blonde hair onto his balls. He now felt the ends of the crystal fox fling guard hairs begin to tickle his balls through the mistresses hair. He knew, from recent experience, that this could not be allowed to get worse, that he must not allow any more of that fur fling to work it’s way into and mix with her hair. He looked down and saw that the downward fling movement also had pulled those big Fox collar side flaps even closer to his still hidden cock. There was about half an inch of clearance remaining before they enveloped his now stiffer cock. He knew that he must not move again. The mistress continued to do her sexercises. She increased the intensity of her hip thrusts which began to jerk her hair even more. Her hair started bobbing up and down, in time with her body movements, each time tickling the devil out of the slaves balls. She jerked and swayed, and as she did so, the black muff started to slide off the back of the reclined chair. Each move she made got sexier and the prisoner found that he could not keep his eyes off of her. The fur coat was undulating, making sensual waves as she moved beneath it. The prisoners cock was now nearly full erect. He had lost control of it. But she could not see it! His cock continued to point ever higher upward, aiming more and more toward that black fur muff just inches away. The tip of his stiff cock was now beginning to make contact with the fur fling directly ABOVE it, pushed slightly downward by the weight of the muff. The end of his swelling cock pushed up on the fling dislodging it, and the side fur flaps closed around the base of his dick. He felt them there. He then did the wrong thing. The prisoner jerked his hips backward to dislodge his dick from the fling and a chain of events started to happen. The bottom of the fur sack lurched upward, bringing still more blonde hair around his balls, the fling ends slid closer to the floor which meant the part of the fling between his legs now fully mixed with the mistresses hair. The furring sensation was terrific, but at least his cock was no longer in the fling above the front flap. He froze, determined not to let that fling fur, or the two flap collars torture him more. But, when he trust backward he brought more of the mistresses hair into contact with his dick and this hair was immediately mixed with the side flap fox fur collars. His dick grew even longer and, once again the tip was in contact with that darned top fur fling. He froze, absolutely motionless. But the mistress was anything but motionless. She continued to gyrate sensually to the music, swaying and bucking ever so sexually. Suddenly, she leaned forward nd unclasped the rest of the coat, exposing a very beautiful body, and the lynx coat slid off the sides of the reclined chair. Her forward thrust pulled her hair deeply into the fox collar side flaps completing the mix of fur and hair. When she once again laid back, her head dislodged the black fox fur muff from the chair, and the muff began to slowly slide down the fling with each of her gyrations, Her head bobbed. Her hair tightened and loosened about his cock, and the black muff slid further down the fling. The sliding of the muff did three things. With each inch of movement it brought the crystal fox fur fling into more contact with the underside of the prisoners dick. More blonde hair was wrapped around the prisoners cock and the black fur of the muff started to engulf the head of his dick. The furring torture had begun. The prisoner slave moaned out loud and tried to withdraw his throbbing cock away from the now encircling black muff which, by now, had half of his cock inside. This instantly brought all of the crystal fur fling into contact with his balls and dick, drove the rest of that long blonde soft hair onto and around his balls and cock shaft. As he squirmed, trying to find relief, the muff now slid all the way down and fully onto his cock completely enclosing it. He screamed in delight. The mistress heard his scream and looked up at the terrified prisoner. She smiled. She stopped her gyrations, her sexercise routine now fully completed. She looked up at the prisoner as though to notice him for the first time in over half an hour. His face was flushed. She knew that he had lost control. She said to the slave Well, did you like my workout? I feel really refreshed after I do them. Those hip thrusts are really good for, well you know what. Why are you so flushed? I think I had better check out your cock, just make sure that you kept it soft and out of my furs. And, my Sweetie, what was that scream all about? Something pinching you? I don’t think that could happen. After all that fur sack is lined with rich thick fox. Nothing could pinch you through it, but I’ll check that out. She began to roll over, and as she did so, she pulled her lynx coat on top of her body. She lay facing the fur muff which was slid fully down the fur fling. She let the lynx collar fall forward covering her head. Both of her lynx sleeved arms extended over the back of the chair and her hands began to softly hold the black fox fur muff, and she saw that his dick was inside it! What the prisoner could now see was an ocean of lynx fur coat stretched out in front of him. The lynx collar blended into the black fox muff. The mistress’s face as totally hidden, someplace beneath the collar. He felt her hands slide the muff more fully onto his cock. The mistress said, Slave you have not followed my orders. Your cock is very hard and is sticking out of my fox muff. Did you think that I would not notice this, that I would not care? Well, I care very much. You might have cum into my furs wetting them, and that would have been the wrong thing to do. I just had them cleaned, and I don’t appreciate your lack of concern.’ She continued, Your cock is starting to leak white cum. Maybe some good will come from that. I have been thinking about bleaching my hair again, you know, it could really look even nicer then. I know what you can do. You can make up for some of your sins by doing that bleach job for me. How about your sending me a big load of cum, and do it right into my soft hair, Good idea? The slave moaned.
CONDITIONING HER HAIR……… AT HER VERY OWN SALOON
She continued, “I’ll take that moan as a yes answer. At least you are trying to cooperate with me. I”m going to help you out. I’ll move the muff and you do the cumming. With each spurt, I’ll pull more of my hair out of the fur sack and into this muff. I’ll continue to gently pump away until each load has been delivered. I know that you don’t have enough cum within your balls to bleach all of my hair in one load, so we will just continue, me pumping the fur muff, you fucking and cumming, for as long as it takes for you to completely wet every inch of my hair. Spurt that first big load right now, right into my hair. I’ll help spread it into my hair with you. Ok, my “cum king”, start pumping away.” She pulled the muff towards her, His cock was now entirely inside the hair filled muff. The prisoner let out a groan. He could control himself no longer and began to thrust his cock into the fur muff. As each trust was made the mistress pushed the muff onto him, further increasing the furring the cock was receiving. As the prisoner moved, the fox lined sack furred his entire body. His legs closed around the fur and hair combination and then spread apart moving the hair and fox fling all over his balls. She watched closely. As his cock peeked out of the fox muff she watched for his leakage, and as it occurred she pressed her hair onto the end of his dick, soaking it up. As he trust into the muff, the mistress would gently pull more of hair into the muff which kept his cock surrounded in her cool dry blonde hair. She giggled as she watched the prisoner leak into her hair and the furs. “This was working out really well”, she thought. The mistress gently squeezed and pumped the muff. The prisoner groaned with each thrust, and the cum began to flow into her hair, his cock leaking profusely. The prisoner had hoped that he could make one big blast of cum into her hair, but now slow cumming was happening. The mistress was not exerting enough pressure to allow him to get his wad out in one shot. This was true sex torture. His cum was being “furred out”, not pumped out, of his love machine. After about ten minutes of this furring torture, the mistress reached out with her arms and wrapped them around the fur sack. She pulled his cock through the fur muff and took the end into her waiting lips. Her tongue danced around the end of the prisoners dick. In about one minute, the prisoner blew his entire wad, trying to get it into her sucking mouth. But, the mistress plunged his dick deeply into the hair loaded muff, and when all of his cum was spent, she released her grip on the fur sack and pulled more of her cool dry hair into the muff, keeping his cock totally surrounded in thick blond hair. There was no escape from her hair torture, no let up in it’s intensity. The prisoner jerked his cock back into the sack, but he could not escape that muff. The tightened fling drove him forward, back into the muff. He could not stop fucking that muff. He could not stop leaking into her hair. He had been turned into a moaning ‘bleach dispenser’ and there was nothing he could do about it. The cum flowed more slowly now, which meant that he really had to work at pumping more into her hair. Because he could not wet her hair enough with each leak of cum, the hair stayed dry and tortured him all the more. He had really lost this battle, his control totally wasted. IT WAS A LONG NIGHT………… VERY LONG INDEED……. It took the slave over four hours to fully wet the mistresses hair. When the last of her hair was cum soaked, it was withdrawn from the black fox fur muff, which stayed in place encasing the prisoner’s spent dick. The mistress sat back and into the chair. She wrapped her wet hair in a towel and fastened it on top of her head. She let the cum fully soak into every strand of her hair, bleaching it, conditioning it. She smiled and thanked the prisoner for his good work. BUT IT’S NOT OVER YET……… She continued to gently, softly, pump the the muff around his cock until his cock was hard again. In order to free the muff from the fox fur fling she had to slide one end of that fling down the front of his body and out the front flap of the sack, and this she did. As she did so the slave cried out in ecstasy, the fling furring his chest and cock as it was moved through the muff. Rather than replace the fling back up his body front, she decided to plunge the rest of that fling into the space that her hair had occupied directly between his legs. As the space filled up the prisoners legs were forced apart even more to allow more room for the fling. The entire space will filled with the ‘very furring’ crystal fox fur. She withdrew the end of the fox fling from beneath his balls and let the fox tail hang out of the front cock flap, his dick totally hidden within the furs, the large fox fur tail swinging gently as he moved. To silence the slaves moans, the other end of that fling, which came out from around the hood, was loosely wrapped around the slaves head and the fox tail was partially stuffed into his mouth. To hold the fling in place, she pulled the hood draw strings to the almost closed position which would still allow the slave to breath. She tied them there. Inside the fur sack there was a lot of movement as the fur prisoner tried to escape the tremendous furring that the crystal fox fling was giving him. His cock popped in and out of the front fur flap. With each pump the fox collar flaps tortured his dick as he thrust into them, the crystal fox fling furring him as he pulled his cock back into the bag. In and out he pumped, lost to the furring he was getting, starting to leak more cum, dripping it onto the floor below.
WHY, EVERYONE SHOULD USE A CONDOM, RIGHT……….. ?
The mistress laid her lynx coat out on the still reclined chair. She smiled and watched the fur sack swing from side to side, back and forth as the prisoner continued to be furred. She reached into the pocket of her lynx coat and pulled out a condom which she then slipped over only the end of his cock, leaving almost all his cock exposed to the torture furs. As he slowly leaked he would fill up the condom and the mistress could use that cum for any touch up work that might be required to her bleach job later on. She turned and left the room to wash and dry her hair, the fur sack gently swinging away. The prisoner kept leaking away, moaning in ecstasy. Eventually, MUCH later that night, the condom was filled. A mistress stepped into the room and removed the cum filled condom and tied the end closed. She then pressed a button on the wall and the slave was lowered to the floor, to lie there for the rest of the night, still encased within the fur sack. To help him sleep, the mistress took out another condom and, this time, the condom was rolled onto the full length of his cock thereby protecting it from the furs. But his balls, well, they were left exposed to that torturing fur fling. Eventually, the slave fell deeply asleep inside the sack, his ‘bleaching dispenser’ totally spent.
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ROUND AND ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH…………..
ÑThis is greatì, the slave thoughtë ÑIëve finally gotten to a stage that this doesnët bother me much. Thank goodness for thatì. But he was now starting to get cold from the cool air streaming downward between the fur sleeves which were now only a foot above him. The compressed air mattress had moved him that close. He lowered his hips a little, just to make sure his cock did not touch those fur sleeves above him. All this action had occurred within ten seconds. The slave found himself looking at the tv set that had, originally, been BEHIND HIS HEAD! This screen of the man being raped, stripped of his cum, was directly between his FEET. The round bed was slowly TURNING ! He then felt the fur of the overhead SLEEVES contact the end of his cock. He dropped his hips a little lower, the fur tubes dropped lower, he lowered his hips, lower came the furs, and suddenly that darned vibrating fox fur butt tail was wiggling itës way back up into his butt crack. The slave could not stand that vibrating butt crack fur any longer. He thrust his cock upward and into the fox sleeves and tubes. These furs were now coming into full contact with the entire front of his naked body. Down they came, lower and lower, until they stopped, fully covering every inch of his body. Furs were now in his eyes, his mouth if he opened it at all. His balls were totally enclosed in, he now realized, WIGGLING fox fur TUBES AND FOX FUR CUFFS! His cock started to immediately leak cum into the furs being slowly dragged over him. He couldnët stop that from happening. As the bed slowly turned, dragging those wiggling, swaying fur sleeves over him. Any of the furs that had warmed up were being constantly replaced with cool ones. The sensation was almost unbearable. His now swollen throbbing cock was leaking into the furs very badly. He was being fur tortured beyond belief. The cool air streaming downward prevented the slave from both overheating or passing out. He could not control himself. He fucked madly up and into the fur pelts as the butt furs drove him crazy. Leak, Leak, Leak ! He thought he was going to die!. His cock sometimes slipped into the inside of a fur sleeve, sometimes the cuffs were gently dragged over him. The ever changing feel of the wiggling fox fur sleeves took over complete control of the slave. WELL, DARN IT, PROTECT YOURSELF ! The slave could no longer stand this torture. He had to protect himself. He did what most anyone would do. The slave quickly swung his arms around, which, initially, compressed the furs onto his cock. He jerked his hips downward (never mind those Ñtail fursì) and grabbed his cock with one fur covered, sleeved hand and his balls with the other. The sensation got Ñout of handì immediately. As he grabbed his cock and balls, the furs of these sleeves he was wearing was driven into the hole of his dick and the crevices of his balls. The pressure from the vibration bed beneath him intensified the torture. He knew, now, that if he continued to hold his Ñlove instrumentsì EVEN IN HIS OWN FUR COVERED HANDS in this way he was bound to cum into the furs covering his cock and fingers, those darned striped fur sleeves he was forced to wear! THIS WAS THOSE BLACK AND WHITE STRIPED FURS. VERY OFF LIMITS! He now found it hard to breath. The fox pelts were completely engulfing his head, He was forced to remove his grip on his swollen cock with his right hand which he swung up to his face, creating a pocket through which her could once again breath. This action, once again, fully exposed his cock to the cool furring tubes, and more and more cum leaked into them. He suffered greatly. A HALTING EXPERIENCE Suddenly, just as he was about to Ñblow his wadì, conditions reversed themselves. The fox fur sleeves were quickly retracted upward towards the ceiling, All vibrations stopped. With a Ñswoooshì of air the bed deflated fully, once more the furs almost totally engulfing him. The slow rocking of the water beneath him resumed and the butt furs, once again, gently entered his but crack, furring, torturing him! As he lay there regaining his composure in the cool down flowing air he realized what this bed was all about. From his previous experience with the fur lined sack in the Ñplay roomì, he now knew that the purpose of this bed WAS ONLY FUR TORTURE, and that unless he grabbed his cock with his fur sleeved hands, which was equal to him masturbating himself, that he WOULD NOT ABLE TO CUM INTO ANY OF THOSE FURS unless he rolled over and deliberately fucked downward into the fox fur bedspread. In other words, the bed was designed to force him to remain on his back, his balls and cock fully exposed to TORTURE furs… not cum furs ! …….And this is exactly what the mistresses wanted. The slow undulating torture of his butt crack and balls continued, his dick sticking straight up and out of the furs. Every few minutes he would thrust his hips and fuck the furs thereby Ñavoiding that beeping soundì which allowed the bed furs to gently fur every inch of his body…… add he leaked, and leaked, and leaked way….. sobbing softly. He could not allow even this to continue. His nerves were already severely strained, and his heart was pounding ! He would have to escape…… and this time he would do it……….
JUMP FURTHER YOU STUPID FOOL………..
As the fur torture continued the slave was, once again, thinking of how he could avoid it. He looked at the top of one of the dressers and determined that there was more than enough room alongside that tv screen for him to perch. He formulated his next move…… he would escape yet… He repeated his roll move to get him to the edge of the fur covered bed, ever mindful of that Ñshockingì edge. He stood up as best he could, and in a mighty bound, one foot hit the floor (and got shocked) and he sprang forward to the top of the dresser, landing on it squarely, beside the tv set……. As soon as he applied any weight to the dresser top, the tv screen flipped upwards, the top of the dresser caved in downward and he dropped down and into the interior of the box. The top snapped shut, and, you guessed it, he was in big trouble. (again) The four side walls were very slippery. His weight against the floor of the box tripped a switch and immediately the bottom of the box dropped downward, opening. He fell into a net, sort of a hammock that was rigged directly below the dresser in the basement of the farm house. Suddenly he felt himself being enclosed in the ropes of the hammock, which meant that he was trapped inside some sort of a net, face down, naked, his cock and balls hanging downward between the ropes of the netting. He wiggled, his arms out stretched above his head, trying to free himself from the netting, but it was no use. He heard the girls laughing as they approached him…… ÑWell, well…….. sat on that dresser did you.ì, she said. ÑThat was a terrible mistake. We rigged that little surprise for you, just in case you attempted to escape that furring bed. Donët like those furs, do you? Well, Iëm sure you will appreciate them a lot more after you have spent the night inside the hot pussies of the three of us.ì ÑRoll that hammock him over to the bed.ì one of the mistresses said. ÑIëll be the first one to teach him what a Ñsoakingì is, then each of you can have your turn. Weëll keep his cock soaking wet inside us through out the remainder of the night. He will be, I think, much more willing to lay in that furring bed by the time morning has arrived.ì The hammock was wheeled over bed so that when he looked down all he could see was the mattress and a couple of pillows. He was lined up with the bed as though they were going to lower him onto it, to sleep on it, face down. One of the mistresses started to get undressed. She was completely naked when she slid under the trapped slave hanging horizontally directly above her. She smiled up at the slave, her large breasts wiggling slightly. ÑI need a man tonight, and you are the one for me!ì, she said. ÑGirls, put a cock plug into his dick hole. I donët want him to leak a drop of cum into me tonight. That will let his already cum filled balls find out what a womanës sexual wrath can really do to them.ì The other mistress inserted the small plastic cock plug into the end of his dick. This would prevent him from leaking, would hold all of his Ñstuffì until the time was right! The mistress below him started sliding downward, out of his view. Through the netting of the hammock the prisoner felt her arms wrap around his waist and he felt her hot breath on his cock. Slowly, she pulled him downward, forcing his cock into her waiting lips, her arms wrapped around him, preventing him from escape. She gently sucked his dick, gently licking him, his already painful balls starting to hurt from the stored cum inside. She was very gentle, kissing him, licking him, nipping his cock lightly. He could feel the urges getting stronger to blow his wad into her mouth, but try as he may, that plug held firm, and he could not cum! After about 10 minutes of cock sucking the mistress released him from her grip and slid back upward and into his view. She leaned upward and kissed his cheek through the netting. She wiggled herself into position beneath him and the sex slave felt her hands grasp his hanging cock. The sound of motor was heard, and very slowly, very gently, he was lowered onto her. She drew his cock deeply into her hot pussy. He tried to withdraw it from within her, but the ropes of the hammock prevented him from getting more than one half of his throbbing cock out of her. He was trapped inside of her Ñlove canalì and the cock plug meant that would not be able to cum. He know knew that he was in big trouble. His balls already were drawn Ñskin tightì from the cum load that he was being forced to keep, and here, directly beneath him, was a beautiful mistress slowly fucking him, torturing him with her pussy. She continued to make upward hip thrusts, fucking him gently, continuously. He moaned as he tried, desperately, to blow his cum into her, but the cock plug held firm and his balls continued to swell. She gyrated, moaned, thrust against the captive slave until she had one, then another, then yet another orgasm. All the while the slave tried to blow out that cock plug, but his efforts were useless. Finally, satisfied, her sex drive gratified, she relaxed beneath the prisoner. One of the other mistresses came forward and placed a leather belt under the buttocks of the mistress who was lying on her back beneath the man. Each end of the 6 inch wide belt contained a brass snap hook. The prisoner was gently lowered almost fully on top of the girl, and the belt beneath her was hitched to the hammock, thereby preventing the man from wiggling and withdrawing his swollen cock from her pussy. The slave now had his stiff cock firmly locked inside of the mistress. She looked up at him, blew him a kiss, and pulled some covers up over the two of them. The prisoner was doomed to a night of Ñcock soakingì inside her! Totally unable to cum! Unable to lose his hard on! Trapped in her love canal, his balls aching! The mistress turned on a tape player and soft music filled the room. As she lay beneath him, fully satisfied, she would squeeze her vaginal muscles from time to time, just to let the prisoner know that she Ñcaredì. The slaves cock was throbbing so badly inside her pussy that he could not begin to get any rest. Every now and then, as he started to drift off, she would fuck him a little, thus increasing the pain in his balls, raising his level of discomfort. She fell asleep, with the sex slave Ñtied inside herì, his cock throbbing, his balls in pain. This was the way it was to stay until the middle of the night, when the next Ñsoaking mistressì would take her place. About 2 AM in the morning, the slave was awakened from his fitful rest by the feeling of the snaps being undone from his hammock. Suddenly, the girl beneath him was gone in the darkness, and he felt a warm wash cloth being applied to his straining cock, cleaning it off. In the dim light he saw a large mound of fur being spread beneath him, probably a blanket, but he was not sure. He heard the sound of that motor running, and he became aware that he was being lifter upward slightly. Then the motor stopped. Between his legs he felt some sort of wedge being pushed downward between the netting of the hammock. What ever it was, it was very smooth, felt like plastic. Deeper and deeper the wedge was riven until his legs were spread apart at the knees, but still within the confines of the hammock netting. A large fur pillow, or perhaps 2 or 3 fur pillows were then pushed by unseen hands into the void between his legs, and the plastic wedge, or what ever it was, was withdrawn. Now his legs were forced apart by some sort of fur cushions or pillows, but nothing was touching his balls or cock. He could feel the cool night air around his Ñprivate partsì. ÑGood evening my fur kingì, said a voice from the darkness. ÑI am going to be your next Ñlove partnerì for tonight, and I need for you to fuck me very gently, please, take your time, for I love to have a man inside me for as long as possible.ì She slid underneath him, and she was a beautiful blonde, Her long hair spilled out over the entire top of the bed, completely covering the pillow she was laying on. She leaned upward and kissed him directly on his lips, her tongue teasing them. ÑI am going to help you Ñìdo your duty.ìì, she said. ÑI love the feel of fur in my butt crack while I make love to a man, and so I am going to have the other mistress pass the fox fur fling down between your legs, right next to your balls, furring them. I will slip the nice big tail under my butt crack, so when I wiggle it will tickle me, just as you have been tickled. Now, your job, when I lower you, is to try to get your cock inside me, that is if you want relief from the fur fling between your legs, or the thick furring blanket I am laying on. If you miss my pussy, those furs will totally surround your dick, and the fling will fur your balls, so your cockës only escape is to fuck me, and to keep your hot cock inside me for as long as you can, otherwise, it will get furred again.ì The slave felt the fox fur fling being lowered between his legs by the other unseen mistress. The fur torture was extreme, those soft furs tickling his balls most severely. The girl beneath him reached down and took the end of the fling and stuffed it under her butt crack, and she wiggled in delight as the furs entered her cheeks. He heard the sound of the motor, and this time his body was lowered at a small angle, his feet lower than his head. Suddenly, he felt the feel of the fur blanket contacting his dick end, and he tried to pull it backwards, but this only caused the hammock to swing a little, dragging his dick through the furs. ÑMissed meì, she said as she lowered him more into the fur blanket. His throbbing cock now completely buried in the furs of the blanket. The mistress wiggled downward a little, and he could feel her pussy against the end of his cock. She reached up over the hammock and gently pulled on the other end of the fox fur fling between his legs, and this slight furring pressure forced his dick directly into the fling she was laying on, sort of helping to guide his dick directly into her. ÑWell, Honey, are you ready for some cock and ball furring? Maybe you will get lucky and be able to drive your cock into my waiting pussy, but first you must find it. Come on, fuck upwards and into the furs. My pussy is waiting in the thick furs for your cock to find it!ì She pulled the fur fling snugly through the hammock, furring his balls with great tickling sensations. His rock hard cock struggled to ram into her pussy, but each time he found her vagina, the furs were mounded up in front of it, and he could not penetrate them. His cock was now on fire with desire, being furred constantly. He could not lift up his hips for very long, and every time he did that fling between his legs furred the devil out of his balls. He was trapped, his balls aching even worse than before, his cock filled with desire. She leaned up to him and drove her tongue deeply into his mouth. At the same time, she trusted her hips upward, sucking his cock deeply into her pussy. She moaned with pleasure as she slowly fucked him from below, his balls straining to release his cum, aching badly. Every thrust she made, every wiggle, caused the underside of his cock to get furred, and his balls were being held captive by her fox fur fling between his legs. Slow fucking, seldom stopping, she had one orgasm after another, her cum fluids soaking his cock. He moaned with the pain of the cum trying to escape his balls, and she whispered Ñlove things, very sexy thingsì to him as she slowly fucked him through out the night, furring him every time his cock slipped out of her, as she went along……. He thought he would explode. Now the pain in his balls was really great. He screamed in agony, and about daylight, after she had “cummed so many times”, she finally released her grip on him. The motor ran, and he was gently lifted off of her. He almost passed out from the cool water they poured over his aching balls. Once, again, he was cleaned up, and towel dried. The last mistress told him that he would only have to perform for her until he told her he was ready to return to the furring bed upstairs. He did not want to go there, because he knew what those furs had already done to him. He also thought that those furring sleeves hanging above the bed would be lowered onto him and probably never removed until he was dead! And so, he thought it better that he take his chances here in the basement for as long as he could stand it before he was returned upstairs. This mistress had a very nice way of making a man suffer greatly with sexual desire. She was a well trained belly dancer, and she could do things with her “pussy muscles” that could tear a man apart sexually. This was her speciality, combining belly dancing with furring! Rather than dress up in the traditional vials of lace and cotton, she had made complete dancing outfit out of sable and chinchilla furs! And she knew how to use them to the fullest extent.
The slave was rolled over onto his back, his cock sticking straight upward, right through the netting of the hammock, and he was then lowered onto the bed. Leather straps were placed over him and he was securely lashed to the bed. The part of the hammock surrounding his cock was relaxed and a couple more of the fur pillows were stuffed downward between his legs, which were now firmly pushed outward towards the sides of the bed. The belly dancer was already “wrapped up” in her fur dancing costume when he saw her for the first time. Boy, was she built, and very sexy looking. She slowly approached the tied down sex slave, and as she came alongside the bed, she leaned over him spilling her long thick black hair down over his cock and balls. She began to pet him while she loosened up her hips, gently swaying back and forth. Suddenly, she slid on top of the bound up slave, her long hair streaming downward between her legs, still covering, engulfing, his cock and balls. Slowly the music started, the belly dancer rubbing his cock with her hair and her pussy beneath the fur scarf and veils she was wearing. Up and down, side to side, she moved her hips, gently grinding more and more of her long hair against his now Ñstraight up cock. She raised up and then lowered herself, trapping his stiff dick against the front of her body, She gently lowered her fur apron to cover the underside of his cock, gently swaying, gently furring the underside of his very swollen and greatly enlarged “love shaft” The slave moaned with part pleasure, part pain, as she continued to fur his cock while her lower belly held it sticking straight upward. He could not escape her touch. He was on fire, sweating profusely. “Any time you want to go back to the furring bed is fine with me.” the belly dancer said. “Or would you rather stay here for a while longer. I love your company, and your thick swollen dick looks like it needs more of my attention, however, you can go back to the furring bed if you have had enough.” As tortured as he was, she was still “less painful” than being constantly furred in that bed, so he just remained quiet, saying nothing. At least he would get a break in the action with her, if only for a short time, it was better than the alternative. “I’ll take your silence to mean that you would rather stay with me, and I like that. Good idea, because I need to practice some more of my ‘moves’ and it’s always better to do them on a man’s cock rather than just ‘faking it.’, the belly dancer said “Now, you just hold still for a minute, while I adjust things a little. I need to move a couple of these furs around, so you just hold still.” The music changed into a very sultry sound, and she raised up, almost standing over the prisoner. He looked up through the netting to see her wrapping her furs between her legs! “Oh god…….. what was she going to do to him now”, he thought! She started to sway above him, slowly lowering her body downward over his cock. The furs of her robes started to cover up his cock, and as she lowered herself more and more, the feel of different types of furs hidden beneath her robes came “into play” with his cock. As she lowered herself onto him, he felt his cock being sucked into her, but the feeling was not normal. Suddenly, he realized what she had done. She was wearing fur panties beneath her robes, and rather than a crotch hole, she had a fur sheath up inside her pussy! The prisoner felt, but could not see, his cock being swallowed by a fur lined pussy, She gyrated on top of him, thrusting her belly slowly about, her pussy and the fur lining sucking, furring, the life out of him. The fur robes she was wearing were furring his belly, his legs, and, worst of all, his balls were being swathed in fur after fur. She moved, she groaned in pleasure, and she climaxed…… again and again, thrusting her hips about in the way only a belly dancer can do. His tolerance for pain had been exceeded, and he cried out for her to stop, to release him, to return him to the furring bed. He could stand her “treatment” no longer. But, she did not stop fucking him for at least another orgasm or two, and the slave passed out from the pain of his cum filled balls. This was the worst torture he had received to date. When she was finished cumming, she raised up off of the prisoner slave and held his cock in her warm hands. She removed the cock plug and, immediately, his cum, which was under tremendous pressure, started flowing slowly out of his dick. She took his cock deeply into her fur sheath lined pussy and, without moving, very gently, she used her pussy muscles to massage the over flowing cum out of his warm cock, not letting him fully cum, just enough to relieve some of the pressure. The feel of the cold water on his face and “love machinery” brought him around in short order. He had been removed from the netting, and guess where he was?
THE SLAVE FINALLY GAVE UP………
He was standing alongside the furring bed. The slave had been through a lot already, and he now resolved himself to letting those bed furs “just torture away” until a mistress arrived and took his cum, which he hoped would be soon. With a gentle push, the belly dancer and her friends, pushed the prisoner back onto the furring bed. He flopped down deeply into the furs and the fur torture cycle continued, him fucking the furs for a short time every three minutes or until “that beeping sound” reminded him of his fate if he didn’t fuck those furs. He continued to suffer, leaking, leaking, leaking away as before. But at least that belly dancer was not working on him. He could not stand her brand of “love making” for one minute longer. She made the furring bed look relaxing in comparison.
WELL, HELLO THERE…..
The sex slave had lost track of time. He had no way of knowing how long he had actually been in the room, but he was not hungry, so it could not have been too long. The door to the room opened. The mistress stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She pressed a button on the wall and the fur bed mattress immediately inflated. The slave was thrust upward very quickly, his back and legs arched downward and his throbbing cock pointing upward toward those fox fur sleeves hanging overhead. The mistress pushed another button, and the bed stopped vibrating. The mistress told the slave not to move. He obeyed her command. She stepped to his legs and spread them apart, lashing each ankle to the hidden straps on the side of the bed. She continued to fasten his fur covered wrists in the same way. She looked down at the sex slave and said, “Good morning lover boy. How are you doing? Are you having a great ride on our bed? Sure is special, isn’t it? Lie on your back with your hands and legs out stretched. I am going to prevent you from hurting yourself by thrashing around. Your hands and legs will be bound to the furring bed, that is if you ask me to do it. But, unless you are tied down, you had better not cum into ANY of the furs!” The slave simply blurted out: “Please, just let me go.” The mistress pretended not to hear the slaves reply, what with all that background noise from those “porno” tapes, and pressed another button on the wall. Down dropped those terribly soft fox sleeves onto the slaves body and the bed began to slowly turn. This time the slaves hands could not help him. His cock and balls were fully engulfed into the fur sleeves as they moved over his body, furring away his “cares and woes”. The mistress stepped over to the edge of the bed, waited until his feet were on either side of her and pressed another button which halted the rotation of the fur bed. But nothing else stopped “happening”. She reached deeply into the fur sleeves and found his upright cock with her hands. She then grasped some of the surrounding fox fur sleeves and pumped them up and down slowly on the slaves cock. She squeezed and slackened her fur grip as she pumped his cock, the end of which was streaming cum leakage into the pumping furs. The slave bucked and moaned, “Mercy, mercy. Please….. do not make me cum in those fur sleeves.. yes, yes, I want to be bound to this bed !” The mistress asked him to repeat his request louder this time as she was not sure of what she had heard the first time. Those sleeves were gagging and furring his head too, and anything he said or screamed would be muffled. He screamed his request this time, loud and clear. The mistress withdrew her hands, pressed a button, and up went those fox fur sleeves, revealing a terrified slave laying on the bed of fur in front of her. “Now calm down, Mr. slave, relax for awhile. I promise not to release your bonds until after you have taken care of me.” The slave lifted his head and looked at the mistress for the first time. Standing at the edge of the bed was none other than Mistress Arctic fox ! Easy identification, for she was the mistress that had tricked, and then fucked him. Her head was covered with a pillbox style hat, she had a long fling draped around her neck, and in her hands, just he expected, was that vary large Arctic Fox Muff to match the rest of her furs. She spoke, “You know, I don’t need to be fucked again, but I would really appreciate it if you could give me one of your cum cream rinses. I really like the way Mistress Crystal Fox’s beautiful hair turned out. I want to you to add a little “high lighting” to my soft red curls. Would you do that for me please?” The slave moaned! Her waist length hair dark red hair was really soft and beautiful. He knew that from the feel of it inside that muff she had used earlier on him. The Arctic fox furs would not be too much of a problem, after all, her was somewhat used to that feel by now. He nodded his head yes. She thanked him and kneeled between his legs. She placed her large muff directly under his hips and balls to catch any cum that may get onto the bed furs. She then got up and walked to his face and forced open his mouth with her tongue. She slid the tail of the Arctic fox fling deeply into his mouth, and before he could spit it out she wrapped three turns of the fling around his head and neck. She then walked back between his legs and resumed the kneeling position, drew the fling snugly downward over the front of his body, and pushed the long white tail into the space between his butt crack and the large white muff. The slave withered under her touch as she adjusted the furs. She then tilted her head to one side and swung all of her hair over her right shoulder until it fell down completely covering her right breast. She took off her large pill box artic fox fur hat and turned it inside out. She gathered up her long beautiful hair and carefully coiled it into the hat. She blew the slave a kiss and laid down onto the bed furs between his legs, the top of her head pushing the muff and butt crack furs up and into the slave. She gently lowered the hat onto his cock and squeezed it shut. OH GOD, SHE IS NOT HELPING ME………. The slave jerked and pumped like he had never done before. Each trust into that hat mixed more of the furs with her hair. The sensation was the finest he could imagine. But the mistress never pumped the fur hat, she only firmly held it down on his cock slightly squeezing the hat from time to time, fur torturing him. She knew that he had spent “the night in the hammock”, and she saw that his balls were really full, so there would be more than enough cum for the “high-lite job”. She just wanted to make sure that his cum was evenly spread throughout mostly the middle and ends of her hair. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her fur hat and hair, and she was pleased. Because the mistress would not help the slave pump, it was taking much longer that he had hoped. The hair furring combination was driving him insane, he thought he might pass out, but that cool air flowing down kept him awake. He fucked and fucked the hat until, after about ten minutes, the cum erupted from his balls, flew down his cock, and into the waiting furring hair. I took over a minute for him to deliver his entire load, and the mistress twisted and squeezed the hat the entire time. When it was obvious, and perhaps a little longer, she moved the fur hat off of his cock and quickly pulled it down onto her head. She raised up and pulled the cum soaked muff from under her slaves balls and pressed the fur cum mixture into her pussy hairs, her thick bush, working the cum into the bush completely. When she was satisfied that she had gotten as much as she could get, she grasped the white fox fur fling and pulled it out of the slaves butt crack. She stood up, walked around the bed and unwrapped the slaves head and pulled the other tail up out of his mouth. The slave grasped for fresh air and then relaxed back into the fur bed spread, exhausted. (Exhausted? Did he feel like a muf-fler?……….the author) ÑThank you, my Sweet, for the cream rinse. Iëll let you know how it worked out should we ever meet again, and I hope we do. You were a very good fuck the other morning and I shall not forget you. Thank you for everything.ì ÑI notice that your cock is still very wet from your cum juices and we donët want Ñthat stuffì to get onto your furring bed, now do we!ì, She said. ÑLet me take a little extra time and get you cleaned up properly. Iëm going to lower the furring sleeve rack down so that those furs can dry you off. Wouldnët you like that? Your hands are covered in those stripped furs, so you shouldnët be using them to clean yourself up. And so I will leave your body tied down while the furs Ñget to workì on you. The better you fuck those furs the sooner I will let you out of them, so do a good job.ì ÑNo…… No….. Not the sleeves, please….. Noì, he screamed as she pushed the button and the furs dropped down and covered him. Suddenly he felt her presence on the bed with him. She had crawled into the mass of hanging furs and was now lying beside him, tongue kissing him deeply. She took a fur sleeve and pushed in onto his throbbing cock. The tickle furring was intense. She removed it and pushed another, then another, then more cool furs onto his swollen cock, kissing him between her laughs. The were both covered in the hanging, wiggling furs, the moans of the sex prisoner drowned out by her giggling and the muffling effect of the fur sleeves. Cool air streamed downward between the hanging furs, providing fresh breathing air and preventing the furs from overheating. He felt himself about to cum into the furs. He told her he could no longer hold it back and the mistress promptly replaced that fur with another sleeve which had a large full cuff attached to it. The slaves cock and balls sunk into the cuff as the mistress drove her tongue into his throat and the slave spurted a fresh load of Ñjuiceì into the cuff. No sooner than he has started cumming, the mistress quickly removed the cuffed sleeve and replaced it with another, then another, then another….. in very fast succession. Each new fur was cold to the touch, and the sex slave could not control himself. He just keep shooting burst after burst of his juices into the never ending stream of new cool fox fur sleeves. The mistress told the sex slave that she wanted each of the other Ñvisitingì mistresses to Ñearn their own way with himì and she was going to strip him of every ounce of cum he had. She was going to leave nothing for the next mistress. She would have it all. ÑAnd besides, it takes time for your cum to work itës way into all of my hair, so we might as well Ñplay aroundì for another hour or so. I love your big swollen cock. To bad you donët have any cum left, but my lips will make sure of that. So far you have done most of the work, so now you just lay there and let me deep throat you until your balls are completely flat. Iëll bet they were never as flat as they are going to be when I get through with them!ì, She said. She wiggled herself into a position in which she laid between his legs. She disappeared into the hanging furs. Suddenly, he could feel his cock being sucked into her mouth, her tongue working it over, his balls engulfed in the fur sleeves and ever changing cuffs. He tried to lay still, but that was impossible, so he made small thrusts into her waiting lips. She drew a moderate vacuum on his Ñlove machineì and proceeded to slowly twist her head, lick with her tongue, and suck away the juices he produced. The slave moaned for her to stop, but she never let up for about an hour. Exhausted, the sex slave prisoner passed out, his cock went limp, and she knew she had all the cum that she was going to get. Simply put, there was not a drop left. She crawled out from under the hanging furs and retracted them, stopping the bed rotation at the same time. She reached up and removed all of the fur sleeves that the slave Ñhad wettedì and placed them into one of the dressers by lifting the top. She then replaced them with more dry fur sleeves from another dresser, and the Ñcrop of fursì was as good as new, ready for their next usage! She unstrapped his wrists and legs, pushed the button one more time, and watched as the slave almost disappeared down into furs as the compressed air Ñswoooshedì away. She turned and walked out the door of the room, quietly closing it behind her. And the slave was once again back at the beginning.
TO THE CLEANERS IT GOES…….. A QUICKIE CLEANING TEST……
About six hours passed, and the slaves balls were much fuller than he would have expected. He had slept a little. No cum had leaked since his Ñcream rinseì job, so he knew he would not cum into the bed furs, at least not for awhile. The door to the room opened, and there stood Mistress Sable. ÑSwooooshì. Up went the bed. The slave as lying on his side this time, trying to avoid too much pressure on those invading butt furring tails. The mistress said to him, ÑGlad to see you one more time my friend. Iëm in a hurry but I need your help. I want to send my furs out to the cleaners while Iëm on vacation next week and they will be picking my furs up later today, I want to check their work, you know, make sure that they really do clean these furs properly. All you need to do is get busy and cum into to them for me, Thatës all there is to it. OK?ì The slave looked up at her. She hat already removed her hat, turned it inside out and was holding it in her out stretched hand towards him. He nodded that he would comply with her wishes, her needs if you will, and rolled onto his tummy and lifted his hips upward, creating a space between the fur bed and the end of his cock. She kelt down on the bed beside him and laid her hat beneath his cock. She then turned her large sized muff inside out and placed it into the hat, one endës opening just an inch below his hanging cock, She made a loop in about the middle of her fling and slid it under the slave and pushed it into her hat an muff combination, She pulled one end of the fling up between the slaves legs and laid it on his back, She reached beneath him and slid the other end up under his chest. She got off the bed and walked around to the head of the slave, his face buried in the bed furs, breathing heavily. She reached down and grasped the fur fling laying on his back and pulled it up his back, over his shoulder and over the end of the fur bed, holding the fling furs snugly against his balls. She pushed three buttons. ÑSwoooshì went the air, down came the smothering sleeves, and on came the fur bed vibrator. The slave sunk face first down into the furs, this time his cock and balls completely engulfed in the rich soft sable. The mistress began to pull, release, pull again, and jiggle the protruding end of the sable fling that had laid over the end of the bed. She could not see the slave, for the sleeves had completely covered him, but she could see the furs move each time she jerked or pulled the end of the fling, and she knew what was happening to his cock and balls. Deep inside the torture furs the slave labored. The vibrations and the constant flexing of the fur fling against his balls was forcing him to pump into the sable furs weather or not he wanted too. Rapidly his balls filled with fresh cum and he started to leak. The sable furs were torturing, sucking, squeezing him with every thrust he made. Even when he stopped pumping the vibrating furs continued to torture his cock. He was going crazy. Suddenly, the cum burst out of his dick into the fling, muff, hat combination. He fucked, and fucked, until he could fuck no more, all of his energy completely drained, all his cum spent into the tickling furs. He was wasted.
The mistress heard the slave cry out as he filled her furs with cum, but she waited until there was no more motion within the fox sleeves before she pushed all three buttons. Bingo, the slave as now Ñup and in the clearì and she removed her furs from beneath him. ÑThank youì, she said. ÑI see that you completely soaked everything pretty well, that is the parts of the furs that you could fuck. Good job ! Excellentì. ÑButì, she said,ìYou have a lot more of the fling to wet. Roll over on you back, slave and lift up you cock to me. Iëm going to pump more cum into it.ì ÑNo……. No………. Please. I cannot do this anymore.ì, he begged. But the mistress could care less. She literally jumped onto the bed with him. She sat down on his head with her hot pussy covering his lips. She wrapped the dry part of the fling around his drooping cock and proceeded to Ñfur itì until he came again. She told him to kiss her pussy until she had cum into his mouth, and that he had better not stop cumming until he had completely soaked her fling. The slave complied with her wishes, licking, sucking her Ñlove canalì until she had cum into him at least three times, and he had cum into her furs about the same amount. The slave now was really exhausted, shall we say that he had Ñone fling to manyì? He passed out on the bed as she stood up beside him. The mistress turned, walked to the door, pushed one button, and ÑSwooshì, the slave dropped from her view back down and into the soft bed furs. She pushed another button to deactivate Ñthe other bed functionsì so the slave could get some real rest. She closed the door and walked away, cum dripping from her Ñlove toysì. The slave lay in the furs, out cold……..
WELL, HELLO THERE…..
The sex slave had lost track of time. He had no way of knowing how long he had actually been in the room, but he was not hungry, so it could not have been too long. The door to the room opened. The mistress stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She pressed a button on the wall and the fur bed mattress immediately inflated. The slave was thrust upward very quickly, his back and legs arched downward and his throbbing cock pointing upward toward those fox fur sleeves hanging overhead. The mistress pushed another button, and the bed stopped vibrating. The mistress told the slave not to move. He obeyed her command. She stepped to his legs and spread them apart, lashing each ankle to the hidden straps on the side of the bed. She continued to fasten his fur covered wrists in the same way. She looked down at the sex slave and said, ÑGood morning lover boy. How are you doing? Are you having a great ride on our bed? Sure is special, isnët it? Lie on your back with your hands and legs out stretched. I am going to prevent you from hurting yourself by thrashing around. Your hands and legs will be bound to the furring bed, that is if you ask me to do it. But, unless you are tied down, you had better not cum into ANY of the furs!ì The slave simply blurted out: ÑPlease, just let me go.ì The mistress pretended not to hear the slaves reply, what with all that background noise from those Ñpornoì tapes, and pressed another button on the wall. Down dropped those terribly soft fox sleeves onto the slaves body and the bed began to slowly turn. This time the slaves hands could not help him. His cock and balls were fully engulfed into the fur sleeves as they moved over his body, furring away his Ñcares and woesì. The mistress stepped over to the edge of the bed, waited until his feet were on either side of her and pressed another button which halted the rotation of the fur bed. But nothing else stopped Ñhappeningì. She reached deeply into the fur sleeves and found his upright cock with her hands. She then grasped some of the surrounding fox fur sleeves and pumped them up and down slowly on the slaves cock. She squeezed and slackened her fur grip as she pumped his cock, the end of which was streaming cum leakage into the pumping furs. The slave bucked and moaned, ÑMercy, mercy. Please….. do not make me cum in those fur sleeves.. yes, yes, I want to be bound to this bed !ì The mistress asked him to repeat his request louder this time as she was not sure of what she had heard the first time. Those sleeves were gagging and furring his head too, and anything he said or screamed would be muffled. He screamed his request this time, loud and clear. The mistress withdrew her hands, pressed a button, and up went those fox fur sleeves, revealing a terrified slave laying on the bed of fur in front of her. ÑNow calm down, Mr. slave, relax for awhile. I promise not to release your bonds until after you have taken care of me.ì The slave lifted his head and looked at the mistress for the first time. Standing at the edge of the bed was none other than Mistress Artic fox ! Easy identification, for she was the mistress that had tricked, and then fucked him. Her head was covered with a pillbox style hat, she had a long fling draped around her neck, and in her hands, just he expected, was that vary large Artic Fox Muff to match the rest of her furs. She spoke, ÑYou know, I donët need to be fucked again, but I would really appreciate it if you could give me one of your cum cream rinses. I really like the way Mistress Crystal Foxës beautiful hair turned out. I want to you to add a little Ñhigh lightingì to my soft red curls. Would you do that for me please?ì The slave moaned! Her waist length hair dark red hair was really soft and beautiful. He knew that from the feel of it inside that muff she had used earlier on him. The Artic fox furs would not be too much of a problem, after all, her was somewhat used to that feel by now. He nodded his head yes. She thanked him and kneeled between his legs. She placed her large muff directly under his hips and balls to catch any cum that may get onto the bed furs. She then got up and walked to his face and forced open his mouth with her tongue. She slid the tail of the Artic fox fling deeply into his mouth, and before he could spit it out she wrapped three turns of the fling around his head and neck. She then walked back between his legs and resumed the kneeling position, drew the fling snugly downward over the front of his body, and pushed the long white tail into the space between his butt crack and the large white muff. The slave withered under her touch as she adjusted the furs. She then tilted her head to one side and swung all of her hair over her right shoulder until it fell down completely covering her right breast. She took off her large pill box artic fox fur hat and turned it inside out. She gathered up her long beautiful hair and carefully coiled it into the hat. She blew the slave a kiss and laid down onto the bed furs between his legs, the top of her head pushing the muff and butt crack furs up and into the slave. She gently lowered the hat onto his cock and squeezed it shut. OH GOD, SHE IS NOT HELPING ME………. The slave jerked and pumped like he had never done before. Each trust into that hat mixed more of the furs with her hair. The sensation was the finest he could imagine. But the mistress never pumped the fur hat, she only firmly held it down on his cock slightly squeezing the hat from time to time, fur torturing him. She knew that he had spent Ñthe night in the hammockì, and she saw that his balls were really full, so there would be more than enough cum for the Ñhigh-lite jobì. She just wanted to make sure that his cum was evenly spread throughout mostly the middle and ends of her hair. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her fur hat and hair, and she was pleased. Because the mistress would not help the slave pump, it was taking much longer that he had hoped. The hair furring combination was driving him insane, he thought he might pass out, but that cool air flowing down kept him awake. He fucked and fucked the hat until, after about ten minutes, the cum erupted from his balls, flew down his cock, and into the waiting furring hair. I took over a minute for him to deliver his entire load, and the mistress twisted and squeezed the hat the entire time. When it was obvious, and perhaps a little longer, she moved the fur hat off of his cock and quickly pulled it down onto her head. She raised up and pulled the cum soaked muff from under her slaves balls and pressed the fur cum mixture into her pussy hairs, her thick bush, working the cum into the bush completely. When she was satisfied that she had gotten as much as she could get, she grasped the white fox fur fling and pulled it out of the slaves butt crack. She stood up, walked around the bed and unwrapped the slaves head and pulled the other tail up out of his mouth. The slave grasped for fresh air and then relaxed back into the fur bed spread, exhausted. (Exhausted? Did he feel like a muf-fler?……….the author) ÑThank you, my Sweet, for the cream rinse. Iëll let you know how it worked out should we ever meet again, and I hope we do. You were a very good fuck the other morning and I shall not forget you. Thank you for everything.ì ÑI notice that your cock is still very wet from your cum juices and we donët want Ñthat stuffì to get onto your furring bed, now do we!ì, She said. ÑLet me take a little extra time and get you cleaned up properly. Iëm going to lower the furring sleeve rack down so that those furs can dry you off. Wouldnët you like that? Your hands are covered in those stripped furs, so you shouldnët be using them to clean yourself up. And so I will leave your body tied down while the furs Ñget to workì on you. The better you fuck those furs the sooner I will let you out of them, so do a good job.ì ÑNo…… No….. Not the sleeves, please….. Noì, he screamed as she pushed the button and the furs dropped down and covered him. Suddenly he felt her presence on the bed with him. She had crawled into the mass of hanging furs and was now lying beside him, tongue kissing him deeply. She took a fur sleeve and pushed in onto his throbbing cock. The tickle furring was intense. She removed it and pushed another, then another, then more cool furs onto his swollen cock, kissing him between her laughs. The were both covered in the hanging, wiggling furs, the moans of the sex prisoner drowned out by her giggling and the muffling effect of the fur sleeves. Cool air streamed downward between the hanging furs, providing fresh breathing air and preventing the furs from overheating. He felt himself about to cum into the furs. He told her he could no longer hold it back and the mistress promptly replaced that fur with another sleeve which had a large full cuff attached to it. The slaves cock and balls sunk into the cuff as the mistress drove her tongue into his throat and the slave spurted a fresh load of Ñjuiceì into the cuff. No sooner than he has started cumming, the mistress quickly removed the cuffed sleeve and replaced it with another, then another, then another….. in very fast succession. Each new fur was cold to the touch, and the sex slave could not control himself. He just keep shooting burst after burst of his juices into the never ending stream of new cool fox fur sleeves. The mistress told the sex slave that she wanted each of the other Ñvisitingì mistresses to Ñearn their own way with himì and she was going to strip him of every ounce of cum he had. She was going to leave nothing for the next mistress. She would have it all. ÑAnd besides, it takes time for your cum to work itës way into all of my hair, so we might as well Ñplay aroundì for another hour or so. I love your big swollen cock. To bad you donët have any cum left, but my lips will make sure of that. So far you have done most of the work, so now you just lay there and let me deep throat you until your balls are completely flat. Iëll bet they were never as flat as they are going to be when I get through with them!ì, She said. She wiggled herself into a position in which she laid between his legs. She disappeared into the hanging furs. Suddenly, he could feel his cock being sucked into her mouth, her tongue working it over, his balls engulfed in the fur sleeves and ever changing cuffs. He tried to lay still, but that was impossible, so he made small thrusts into her waiting lips. She drew a moderate vacuum on his Ñlove machineì and proceeded to slowly twist her head, lick with her tongue, and suck away the juices he produced. The slave moaned for her to stop, but she never let up for about an hour. Exhausted, the sex slave prisoner passed out, his cock went limp, and she knew she had all the cum that she was going to get. Simply put, there was not a drop left. She crawled out from under the hanging furs and retracted them, stopping the bed rotation at the same time. She reached up and removed all of the fur sleeves that the slave Ñhad wettedì and placed them into one of the dressers by lifting the top. She then replaced them with more dry fur sleeves from another dresser, and the Ñcrop of fursì was as good as new, ready for their next usage! She unstrapped his wrists and legs, pushed the button one more time, and watched as the slave almost disappeared down into furs as the compressed air Ñswoooshedì away. She turned and walked out the door of the room, quietly closing it behind her. And the slave was once again back at the beginning.
Several hours had passed, and the slave realized that the automatic ÑNo Movementì system had been turned off. He was not sure if the system had been forgotten by the last mistress, but it did not matter to him for he had gotten some real rest. The door opened and the mistress pushed a button and the bed inflated to level position. She then walked over to the edge of the furring bed. ÑWake up sleepyhead. Itës time for dinner and a little exercise. Here, put on these slippers.ì She said. The slave shook the cobwebs out of his head and did as he had been told. ÑNow get out of bed, lover boy. You will not get shocked through your feet as long as you have those slippers on. Come on, Iëve got to dress you up a little……… canët have you walking around naked in the cold air around here. Besides, we will be walking down to the lunchroom.ì she said. The sex slave carefully placed his feet on the floor. No shocks. He stood up in front of the mistress. She took him by the hand and led him into the closet. The walls of the closet were lined with the same zebra stripped pattern as the furs on the bed. This time he noticed that the Ñwallsì were actually artic and silver fox fur coats, each hanging from itës own hook. The mistress selected one, then another, of the coats from the wall hooks. She threw the larger one on the furring bed. She put on the other. The Ñcoatì for the the slave was not, by definition, a Ñcoatì. Inspection revealed it to be a cape. The cape was placed over the head of the sex slave. There were two slits on the sides for the arms of the slave to push through. This meant that the furry arm sleeves that he was wearing were not going to be removed, and his heart sank. He knew he could not defend himself, even open doors, with those hand torturing furs still strapped to his arms. The mistress had chosen a floor length coat for herself of the artic fox and silver fox fur combination. The slave was wearing, what appeared to be, a rain type Ñponchoì, the outside of which was flannel material. But the inside of the cape was lined with thick, long haired BLUE FOX. It would be safe to say that he would not get cold. Blue Fox fur, in that closet? What was this all about? The cape had a loose small circle of fur which was the opening for his head. The cape extended from his neck to down to about his knees. He was totally naked underneath, of course, and every movement he made caused the fur cape to swing and sway, furring his entire body between his neck and knees. The end of his now hard cock was getting Ñthe treatmentì once again. She opened the door and they both walked down a long hall, she with her arm through his, as though she were being escorted. She was considerably shorter than the man, her head at about his shoulders. As they walked, she would brush up against the front of the coat every once in a while, and the slave would jerk back his hips from the feel of the furs. Otherwise, the swaying motion of the cape was working wonders on his manhood. She smiled at him. They entered what appeared to be an all purpose room. In the center was a large circular table, along one wall was a full kitchen, along another wall were built in book shelves and a large tv and entertainment center. At the far end of the room a fire glowed in the fireplace. There were several lounge chairs, some recliners, small end tables. The floor was hardwood with a big polar bear skin laid out in the middle. Two large long couches and beautiful coffee tables completed the scene. The tv was on, one woman was watching the weather report. Another sat at the far end of the room reading a book, one leg propped up on the side of the chair, very relaxed, in front of the fireplace. Another woman appeared to be sleeping on one of the sofas, a blanket partially covering her, a drink glass sitting on the coffee table in front of her. Two young women were laying on the bear rug playing some sort of board game. No furs were in sight, and all of the women were dressed in slacks or normal skirts. Most also were wearing sweaters. ÑVery impressiveì, he thought. Ñthese people might even be human….ì When the couple walked into the room one of the women said hello, and another gave a brief wave. They seemed to be young Ñhouse wife typesì, taking it easy after a Ñday at the officeì. All of these women had very full, very long hair. He thought that these same women were also the mistresses, capable of the sexiest love and torture imaginable. But they looked so normal…….. He was seated at the table, and this time on a standard kitchen chair, that is without a fur covering. The mistress who had brought him there went over to the kitchen area, got him a glass of soda and a straw, and returned to his table. She told him to use the straw to drink, rather than trying to pick up the glass with his fur sleeved hands. He used the straw. The mistress went about preparing him s steak dinner, most of which was already cooked. Apparently the rest of Ñthe crewì had recently finished eating their dinner, probably the same meal. She brought him a salad and fed it to him. Then she cut up his steak and other food, and, never rushed, he was fed. The warmth of the room, the great food, and the tenderness made him almost forget where he was….. still a fur prisoner. After dinner, he was led over to one of the recliner chairs and she asked him if he wanted to relax, to watch some tv before going back to bed. He sat down on the leather chair and she propped up his feet. For about two hours other women game and went, and him sitting there in his cape drew not one word, not one stare, as though this was perfectly normal. He was now very relaxed, if not a bit puzzled. The still fur coated mistress was never more than few feet away, talking to the other women about the food supply, who had paid what bills, etc….. mostly small talk. A very nice looking blonde wearing a workout leotard walked into his view and asked him if he would like to ride an exercise bike with her. She was a little different from the rest, obviously in good shape, and her hair was only shoulder length, a rarity in this place. Without thinking, he replied yes, and was led out of the room, with the mistress on his arm as usual. They stepped through a door into a small room off the kitchen which was equipped with most of the standard exercise machinery you would expect to see in a regular workout room. The fur coated mistress led him over to one of the stationary bicycles and positioned him standing in front of it, facing the handel bars. Without a word spoken, the small leather loops on the end of his fur lined arm sleeves were slipped over the end of each handel bar and were fastened there with a small swivel clip. He wondered why she had done that? No way he could ride this bike, standing in Front (?) of it…… weird……. The fur coated mistress then produced a leather belt, slipped behind the slave and clipped it to the front of the bike, again to the handel bar. This belt was drawn up snugly, but not tightly, around the slaves hips. Now he knew he was in for some new surprises……… The Ñworkout girlì had stepped to the side of the room, out of his view. He heard one of the steel locker doors open, and, glancing sideways, saw her start to take things out of the locker. Out of the locker now came a muff, a fling, and a hat ! The workout girl put on the hat, draped the fling around her neck, and slid her hand into the muff. She retied her tennis shoes and reached back into the locker, grasping something else. The slave looker over at the girl. She smiled at him and said ÑReady for your workout, Ñìyour sexercisesìì, my superman, my cum king, my fur buddy? I donët think your have ever Ñìriddenìì a bike like this. Itës my very favorite Ñìsexerciseìì machine.ì Without any further explanation, she walked over to the bike, mounted it, and slowly started peddling……….. Wow……… The slave felt the effects immediately. On the front of the bik