Prisoner Of Furs
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PENIS IN FURS by Throne
Steven heard the silver bell tinkling. His Mistress Wanda was summoning
him. He was naked, just finishing putting away three pairs of her boots
which he had buffed to shiny perfection. He pushed his longish blond
hair back off his forehead and hurried through her palatial home, anxious
not to displease her by taking too long. When he reached the door to the
bedroom he paused, his heart racing. It was so wonderful when she
allowed him to be with her. Most of the time he was treated like a
servant, even though they were married. And then there was the issue of
her lover. But Steven put all that out of his mind, composed himself,
and took a calming breath before he entered her boudoir.
Wanda was stretched out on an antique Victorian settee. It was of
walnut, with a serpentine back and scrollwork arms. The wood was golden
brown and burnished to a fine sheen. He had polished it himself but,
unfortunately not while she was on it. The upholstery was cream-colored
with a faint pattern of fleurs-de-lis. What most held his attention,
however, was his stunning wife. Her body was voluptuous, with full
curves and shapely legs. She had a pale complexion and aristocratic
features. Her eyes were dark, as was her hair, which was pulled up and
arranged in a tight bun at the back of her head. Though her face was a
wide oval her strong cheekbones showed dramatically, and her lips were
thin and pale.
He stopped and took a good look at her. His bride was swathed in a full-
length fur coat, one of her minks. Under it she wore only a filmy
chemise. Her deep cleavage peeked out at him and small portions of her
plump thighs were tantalizingly revealed. Supporting her head was a fur
pillow. Beneath her bare, ideally formed feet, trailed a fur throw that
was draped over the back of the sofa at that end. Steven was
intoxicated. He could have stared at her for hours. Instead he lowered
his eyes respectfully. Still, he couldn't resist peeping at her from
time to time. He was thrilled when, with a lazy wave of her hand, she
gestured for him to come closer.
She examined the man she had married and said, in her smoky contralto
voice, "Those laser treatments worked very well. I can't see a single
hair anywhere on your body."
"No, dearest." He spoke just above a whisper. "I'm glad you're happy."
"And now that they're done," she went on without acknowledging what he
had said, "we can began my next amusing little project. Go open that new
wardrobe in the corner."
He went and did as he was told. Steven was happily surprised to see an
assortment of new fur items inside, on padded hangers. She told him to
find a certain fur vest, which he easily did. Then she ordered him to
put it on. Invisible fingers ran up and down his spine. Him wearing
fur was something new. He slid the garment reverently off its hanger and
held it to his narrow chest. The touch of fur against his bare skin made
him tingle all over. Then he put his arms into it and shrugged it into
place, before tugging it down at the bottom. The sensations were
glorious. His small penis rose to a full but unimpressive erection. He
blushed deeply. Wanda gave him a wry smile.
She said, "Model it for me. Walk around." When he did she corrected,
"Not like that. Put some swish into your hips. Take small mincing
steps."
He obeyed, feeling very odd. She eyed him critically. He questioned her
but only with his eyes. She gave him permission to speak.
"I'm sorry, my love," he said humbly. "It's just that, as delightful as
this feels, you've never had me wear any of your things before."
"First of all, it's not mine. It is for you. Second, you will be
wearing many feminine articles of clothing from now on."
He assumed he was still allowed to talk and said, "But why?"
"It's Gregory." He was the man who shared her bed. "He decided that,
although it amuses me to keep you naked and treat you like a mere
footman, he doesn't like having another male presence in the house. So I
told him that I would make you less of a man. It was the simple
solution."
Steven was speechless. He had never anticipated such a development.
Touching Wanda's furs had always been his desire. Being put into one of
his own, with more for him in that wardrobe, was a new experience.
Having the remains of his already compromised manhood taken from him
would be unsettling.
Meekly conceded, "Whatever you wish, my love."
"It's what Gregory wishes," she reminded him. "Speaking of which,
there's something he ordered on-line for you. Mira has it. Go find the
girl and tell her to bring your surprise here. She'll know what I want."
In a state of nervous distraction, Steven left the room. The vest
stimulated his nerve ends, which made his penis so stiff that it hurt.
Even so, he couldn't resist lightly brushing the fur against his
receptive nipples. He gasped as he walked along doing that.
A female voice startled him out of his reverie. It was Mira, short,
olive-skinned, and busty, wearing a French maid's uniform, complete with
fishnet stockings. He stopped in his tracks, struck as always by her
toothsome appearance, and at the same time humiliated to have been caught
with a straining erection while exciting his nipples.
"Look at you," said the seductive girl. "Just can't stop being naughty.
I wonder how Madame will react when I tell her about this."
"Please don't say anything."
"You wish me to lie to her? To commit a lie of omission by not telling
her something she would want to know?"
"Well, no, but..."
"Than I must tell her."
Hoping that changing the subject would distract her from reporting him,
he told her, "Wanda sent me to look for you."
"Oh?"
"She said you had something that was for me."
Mira smiled impishly. "I do. But I don't think you'll want it."
Steven pulled the halves of the vest tight over his smooth chest, as if
that could protect him. "You may be right. But she makes the
decisions."
"And you, her weakling husband, are addicted to her cruel ways." She
laughed. "I can't get enough of seeing her crush your ego. I will get
what she wants. Go to her and wait for me."
It irked Steven that even the maid had a higher status than himself. He
sighed and returned to his wife, who was talking on an old-fashioned dial
phone, a white one with gold trim.
She was saying, "Yes, Gregory. I just sent him to fetch it. When you
arrive later he will be just as you want him. I know. It should be
quite entertaining."
Wanda soon said goodbye and hung up. Mira appeared, carrying a small box
in one hand and something Steven didn't recognize in the other. The
unfamiliar object turned out to be an icepack, which she knelt and
applied to his genitals. In short order his erection had dwindled to
nothing, his penis reduced to a mere nubbin. From the box she took a
metal ring, which she fitted over his shrunken member and both testicles,
passing them through it one at a time. Then came a short tube which she
fitted over his dick. It was pink plastic and barely large enough to
contain him, even in his diminished state. When the two pieces were
fitted together she took a key and put it into an attached barrel lock.
While Wanda watched with much interest, the maid turned the key. Steven
was in chastity. Mira gave the key to Wanda, who put it on a short
slender chain that she fastened around her neck.
"Done," Wanda said with merciless satisfaction. "All locked up the way
Gregory wants you. It isn't enough for him that you aren't permitted
access to my body. No, he insists that you are also denied being able to
touch the most important part of your own body. Unless I free you
occasionally, you will never be able even to perform your dirty acts of
self abuse that we all know about."
He cringed under her words. She sent him to the other side of the room,
where there was a fur rug with a matching pillow on the floor. He had to
lie on them, which triggered his sexual response at a higher level.
Wanda gave Mira a command, sotto voce, which made the girl snicker and go
to the wardrobe. She came back with a pair of ermine mittens which she
donned slowly and sensually, before getting down on the carpet with
Steven.
Mira told him, "Just relax, little man. We have to test your new cock-
lock to make sure it's on securely. Lie back and spread-eagle your arms
and legs. That's a good boy. Now stay like that while I use these on
you, all over your body."
With a naughty wink she started at his face and took her time lightly
touching his forehead, cheeks and chin, before spending extra minutes
teasing his ears. He squirmed and moaned at those beloved sensations.
But now there would be no erection, no opportunity to slip away later and
relieve himself with masturbation. Already he could feel pressure
building up in his balls. He whimpered as the maid worked her way down
to his neck and then shoulders and upper arms. His hips jerked as he
humped thin air. Wanda took in the scene avidly and licked her lips.
Mira skipped over his torso and went to his feet, moving upward over
ankles, lower legs, and thighs. She was delaying the inevitable as he
writhed under her touch.
"Why so tense?" the young beauty asked him, even though she knew the
answer. "What's the matter, Steven?"
He murmured wordlessly as she stroked his belly and went unhurriedly
toward his chest. The halves of the vest had fallen to the sides so that
he was vulnerably uncovered there. She made his ribs tingle and then the
center of his chest, carefully avoiding his oh-so-responsive nipples.
His head was on the fur pillow, elevated enough that he could see
everything she did, and how near she was to those twin erogenous zones.
At last she started on them, holding the mittens high enough that only
the tips of the strands of fur touched him, driving the helpless husband
half mad with need. It went on and on, until she switched to his hips
and then his exposed scrotum, as well as the insides of his thighs. Mira
shifted back to his chest, then alternated the two areas so that he was
constantly on the verge of a sensory overload but never quite pushed that
far.
Wanda decided, "I think that will be enough for now."
Mira stopped abruptly, leaving Steven in a tizzy from unmet needs. His
poor prick strained against its crushing imprisonment. His balls were
drawn up tight and throbbed painfully. He sobbed and looked across at
his dominant Mistress/wife. He saw at once that she had covered her feet
with fur ankle boots, of silver fox it looked like. With just a flick of
her finger she signaled for him to come. When he started to rise she
gestured, her hand palm down and bobbing, that he shouldn't get up on his
feet. In thrall to her and unable to adapt to these new happenings, he
crawled across the intervening space. She imperiously extended one foot,
which he took in both hands and supported. Steven bowed his head and
brushed the side of his face against the soft fur. He inhaled its
particular scent, then kissed the air immediately above it. The
fetishist was making his condition worse but couldn't help himself. He
manipulated the foot so it brushed the side of his neck, where Mira had
so recently touched him with her mittens, so he could reproduce those
sensations.
His wife allowed him to do the same with her other low boot. Then she
pushed against his face with the sole of it and caused him to topple over
backwards. He lay there gazing up at her majestic figure, still wearing
that mink, still resembling some idealized member of royalty.
She said to Mira, "Gregory will be here before long. Please finish
preparing this person as we discussed earlier."
The maid said, "It will be my pleasure."
The women exchanged secret glances. Mira snapped her fingers and waved
at Steven to follow her. He got onto all fours and crawled after her,
still in the fur vest, his chastity tormenting him, his eyes fastened to
the pretty girl's swaying backside where it peeped out from under an
abbreviated skirt. She led him to her room, where he had to sit in a
scroll-backed chair at a vanity table, seeing the reflection of his
worried face and flushed cheeks in the attached mirror. She tousled his
pale blond hair and sorted through the cosmetics arrayed before him.
Selecting a foundation that matched is skin tone, she went to work. It
was followed by various eye products, long false lashes, blush, lipstick
and mouth liner, along with a touch of shadow under his lower lip to
suggest a pout. He had to watch his face being made over, his male
appearance being expertly disguised. By the time she was done he
appeared to be a cute girl.
"There you go, Stephanie," she said, substituting a feminine version of
his name. "I'd like to style your hair but there's not time. We could
use a wig, perhaps something short and pixie-style, but I have a better
idea. This will help to keep you all heated up, you funny creature."
She went to the dresser where there was a wig stand. Off the artificial
head she took a fur cap. She put it over Steven's hair, snugged it down
and adjusted the side-flaps over his ears, then knotted the two long ties
under his chin, the fur puffs at their ends hanging down and tickling his
sternum. She took one in the fingers of each hand and used them to tease
his nipples until he was panting from frustration.
"Let's go," she said. "You may walk upright. Madame will want to
inspect you."
She took his hand as if he was a young boy -- or girl -- and led him back
to the bedroom. Wanda was fanning herself with an improbable-looking fur
fan. She smiled approvingly as they entered.
"Very good, Mira," she congratulated. "I do believe that Gregory will
agree that you have done a fine job. This is the person I wish Steven to
be from now on."
"If I may, Madame, let me suggest employing the name I have given him.
He can be called Stephanie."
Wanda's laugh was pitched low and came from her throat. "Definitely.
Gregory may wish to give you some special reward for that cleverness.
Some sparkly trinket perhaps."
The maid curtsied politely. Her Mistress instructed that she teach
Steven how to do that, referring to him however as Stephanie, which he
found to be shameful. He executed several practice curtsies, looking
particularly ridiculous in just the vest and that awful pink chastity,
plus the girly fur hat. Mira went to fetch champagne in anticipation of
Gregory's imminent arrival, and Steven/Stephanie was sent back to the fur
blanket and pillow, there to assume a pin-up pose, lying on his tummy
with his chin resting in the palm of one hand, bare bottom nicely
displayed. He tried not to ogle his unobtainable wife.
Gregory arrived shortly. Mira, with impeccable timing, came in with the
champagne. Wanda's lover was tall and commanding, handsome yet rugged,
with a straight back and the athletic build and ruddy complexion of an
outdoor sportsman. His abundant hair was dark and flecked with premature
grey. He wore a tweed jacket, cable-knit sweater, and leather trousers,
along with imported, hand-crafted shoes. He was everything that Steven
was not. Going straight to Wanda, he took her face gently between his
large hands and gave her a tender kiss. She responded ardently and soon
their kisses became fierce. At last he sat on a thronelike chair near
the head of the settee. Wanda told him something in a confidentially
lower voice. He chortled and turned his attention to Steven.
"Up you get -- Stephanie," he boomed.
It was particularly hurtful to be ordered about by the man who had taken
away his wife, and who now insisted that he not be allowed to even look
manly in any way. Steven rose and went to him. Though he wore no skirt
he pretended to grip the hem of one and performed a deep curtsey. The
pair watching him laughed at his silly action. Mira came over with a
tray and offered the bottle and corkscrew to Gregory. He took them and
removed the cork effortlessly. The maid poured two flutes and gave one
to each of them. They exchanged a toast.
"To the new lady in the house," Gregory offered.
"And to what she is about to learn," Wanda appended.
Mira smiled and asked if they wished for her to get what was needed,
something she obviously was already aware of. Wanda said she should and
the desirable girl went to the wardrobe. She fetched a cotton storage
bag and brought it to them.
Wanda said, "You may proceed, dear."
She also told Gregory that Steven's new name was Mira's idea, which made
him announce that she deserved a sable stole for that, and he would be
delighted to provide it. The maid thanked him graciously, draped the bag
over an unoccupied chair, and unzipped it. What Steven saw inside made
his eyes go wide and his jaw drop. It was a complete maid's uniform,
abbreviated dress with a sewn on apron, and tiny cap, but all made of
black and white fur. He shuddered at the prospect of wearing that. It
would be mortifying and endlessly exciting at the same time. His
weakness for its material left him weak in the knees.
Mira carefully got him out of the vest and set it aside. She removed his
hat and accidently-on-purpose brushed it over his vulnerable nipples. In
spite of himself he squealed out loud, sounding more Stephanie than
Steven. Wanda ordered him to keep his voice high and light.
He told her, sounding convincingly girlish, "Yes, Ma'am. I won't
forget."
The man who had made him a cuckold grinned wolfishly at that. He was the
type who loved not only to defeat a rival, but to crush him utterly, in
this case by extinguishing his male ego and appearance. Steven shivered.
Mira held the dress low enough for him to step into its lower half. Then
she brought up the front so he could put his arms into the short sleeves.
The feel of fur against his bare skin, including his uncovered bottom,
was maddening. She zipped it up the back and smoothed it all over with
her hands, adding to his arousal. The chastity did its job with
punishing efficiency. His penis couldn't grow at all. His balls pulsed.
Wanda saw the suffering in his expression and it ignited her libido.
Mira perched the fur cap atop his head and pinned it to his sandy hair.
From the storage bag she produced a pair of fingerless gloves, also made
of fur, which she helped him to get onto his hands. Finally there were a
pair of fur knee socks, sewn into shoes like a maid might wear, black
ones with square toes and one-inch, blocky heels. He had to sit for Mira
to help him get into those.
Steven stood up in full maid attire. He was humiliated but
simultaneously aroused beyond all his former limits. If only he weren't
trapped in that damnable chastity. Gregory got up and snapped at him to
sashay around, arms held out slightly to either side, wrists limp. He
did and it set off fresh laughter, from all three watchers.
"Very good," the powerful man decided. "But there's one problem. I
noticed you ogling my woman. I assume you didn't know anyone was looking
when you did it. It is unacceptable and discipline must be applied." In
several long strides he was at Steven's side. Gregory seized the smaller
man by his shoulders, forcibly turned him, and walked him to an unused
chair of which Wanda had a good view. He sat and dragged Steven across
his firm thighs. The victim wailed in an unmanly way and kicked his
small feet, shod in their practical shoes. The fur Steven wore caressed
him everywhere. Gregory flipped up his short dress in the back, baring
his pale bottom.
"I'm sorry to have to do this, Stephanie," he lied. "But you have driven
me to it."
Wanda felt wet between her legs. She was wildly aroused. The unfairness
to her spouse added a special spice to what was about to transpire.
Gregory raised his strong arm and held it there for long seconds, then
brought it down fast, so that his broad hand smacked Steven's backside
hard. The deprived husband shrieked and wriggled. Gregory kept him
where he was easily, with his free hand on the small of his back. Steven
grabbed the legs of the chair and held on desperately as spank after
spank landed on his sitter . His cheeks darkened from pink to bright red
as a full two dozen blows were delivered. When Gregory was done he
rolled the prey unceremoniously off his lap and left him on the floor, on
his side, clutching his abused buttocks and weeping profusely, his eye
make-up running down his flushed cheeks.
Gregory stood and went to Wanda. He took her hand and she got up to let
him kiss her hard on the mouth. The pair headed went to the spacious bed
in the corner.
The big man called out, "Stephanie, get over here and turn down the
bedspread. Fluff up our pillows. Step lively, girl, if you don't want
more of what I just gave you."
Sniffling as he got up, Steven went where he was wanted, every step
making his red rump hurt. He pulled back the fur spread and plumped up
the fur pillows. Wanda left on her mink coat as she stretched out and
made herself fully available to Gregory. Under her chemise she wore no
panties. He snarled at Steven to help him undress. As much as it shamed
the cuckold, he did as he was told. When he knelt to undo Gregory's belt
and pants, then lowered the leather garment and the brief shorts
underneath, he was reminded once more of how superior the man's cock was,
compared to his own. It was long and thick, with a bell head. The
testicles were in proportion to that magnum manhood.
Gregory got onto the bed alongside Wanda. His hands explored her freely,
as hers did him. They enjoyed shared foreplay and exchanged many heated
kisses. At last he mounted her and Steven had to stand by and watch as
his bride was willingly ravished by her accomplished bedmate. It went on
and on. Wanda's hair came undone and long strands were plastered to her
alabaster skin, held there by perspiration. the chastity key glistened
between her full breasts. She had several quaking orgasms before the
final one, which was when the self-controlled Gregory allowed himself to
explode deep inside her. Steven could only watch, constantly touching
the fur he wore, as they fulfilled their needs and his remained
frustrated.
Mira went to them with their stemmed glasses, which he had refilled.
They took them and drank gratefully, Wanda with delicate sips and Gregory
with a hearty swallow. Steven's wife swung one leg over the side so he
could worship her fur ankle boot again. While he subordinated himself
once more to her will, she murmured loving words to Gregory, who
responded with ardent kisses and intimate fondling.
"I think I'm going to like Steven better as Stephanie," she said.
"I know that I am," he averred.
Steven could only stay on his knees, continue worshipping her footwear,
and sink deeper into the unbreakable spell of fur... fur... fur.
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(This one is for one of my readers on Deviant Art who leaves a lot of
comments there. Thank you, C. Hope this is what you wished for.)
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