Fallon's Fortune
Fallon's Fortune
by Dukeskunk
Fallon had the misfortune of having his paws in a sink full of dishes when the door chime gave two short rings, announcing Mistress Adesina's return. Fallon quickly stripped off the white rubber dish gloves which came up to his elbows and kept the fur of his arms from getting soaked while he performed his chores, they also kept him from chipping the delicate white polish on his claws. Fallon also untied the functional cotton apron he used for actual kitchenwork and hung it hurriedly on the wall before scurrying for the door.
Unfortunately the door was on the exact opposite side of the house from the kitchen and Fallon wasn't exactly wearing track gear. As Fallon scampered into the living room the door double chimed again, Mistress Adesina would be upset about being kept waiting, however three inch high heels were not as easy to run in as they looked. Fallon turned toward the door and barely noticed a quiet snapping sound. What he did notice however was tumbling onto his side and being sent sprawling on the floor with a squeal of dismay.
As Fallon tried to scramble back to his feet he soon found the cause of his fall, when he had tried to turn one of the heels of his shoes had snapped off. Fallon fumbled with the straps around his ankle, trying to free his foot from the broken shoe, before finally snapping the leather strap, the shoe was ruined anyway. Once he had the shoes off Fallon tossed them into the hall closet where they wouldn't be seen until he could dispose of them, and turned to the door. Fallon paused a moment at the front door to make use of the mirror directly beside it.
And he was glad he did, his clothing was a fairly typical French maid uniform except in white satin with the apron and lace in black, which contrasted well to his own mostly black fur, it was also extremely disrupted by his unladylike spill. The white lace band which perched between his ears atop waves of black headfur was askew, almost fallen off, one of the tabs of his garter belt had popped allowing one side of a white fishnet stocking to slip, and the petticoats on one side of his skirt were squished flat where he had fallen on it. Also the fur on the skunk's trademark striped tail was ruffled, and none of this even addressed his lack of footwear.
Fallon started at the top righting his lace hairclip, and then reattaching the garter. He fluffed out his petticoat until his mini-skirt was again flared out properly, and any movement at all revealed his white panties with rows of black lace on the seat to anyone behind him, these outfits were anything but modest. While he was smoothing his tail the door double chimed once more.
Finally prepared Fallon opened the door and stepped aside, curtseying as the lady of the house entered. Adesina did not immediately acknowledge Fallon, striding confidently into the house as Fallon closed the door behind her. When he turned back Mistress Adesina was standing with her back facing him and her arms outstretched. Fallon quickly removed the cream coloured jacket from her and folded it across his arm. The matching skirt and soft robin's egg blouse softened the black sheen of her fur as she stepped forward. "Maid,"
Even though his Mistress was looking in the opposite direction Fallon still curtseyed out of habit, "Yes Mistress?"
"Draw me a bath, and then finish whatever it was that you were so busy with."
Fallon cringed at the weight of the implication behind the second order. "Yes Mistress." He climbed the stairs to the master bedroom and carefully hung Mistress Adesina's jacket in the closet before starting the bath in the attached bathroom. He tested the temperature of the water with his paw and adjusted the faucet slightly until it was satisfactory. As Fallon turned to depart the bathroom Mistress Adesina entered clad only in her fur now. Her body was sleek and lean in the common manner of feline's, every inch of her body was packed with firm musculature with only the barest distribution of fat, in just the right places, to add a womanly allure. Fallon curtseyed as she entered the room and presented her bath, Mistress Adesina walked past Fallon saying nothing. Her only acknowledgment was as she passed her tail brushed softly against his fishnet clad leg.
Fallon rose and departed closing the door behind him. Mistress Adesina had thrown her clothing on the bed, Fallon hung her skirt with the jacket and put her blouse on it's own hanger. Fallon then went to his side of the double long closet to grab another pair of shoes. He didn't usually like wearing this pair, the heels were 5" a bit high for doing casual housework, but they were the only other pair of white heels he owned. Then he took Mistress Adesina's clothing to the laundry room before he pranced back to the kitchen to finish the dishes.
This time Fallon could not use the larger apron, he didn't dare risk his Mistress seeing him out of uniform, he was lucky that she had been anticipating her bath so much that she had not noticed his lack of footwear earlier. Fallon smiled as he reached up to put some plates in the cupboard once everything had been washed, at least with these heels he didn't have trouble reaching the shelf. As soon as the plates were resting on the shelf Fallon felt sharp fangs close on his ear, he yelped and started briefly before he realized they were only nipping.
A pair of paws slid up the back of his skirt, stroking the lace ruffles on the seat of his panties. Fingers gripped the flesh of his ass, stroking through satin's caress. Fallon made a happy murring deep in his throat as Mistress Adesina mauled his asscheeks and chewed tenderly on the tip of his ear. "Maid," she breathed in his ear, pressing herself against his back, "Finish your chores and then attend me in the den." Mistress Adesina ground her pelvis against his ass and then she was gone.
Fallon took several deep breaths until he was calm everywhere except in his panties and then hurried to dry and replace the last of the dishes, not wanting to keep Mistress Adesina waiting. Then he strutted over to the den at the far end of the enteryway. Fallon very nearly stumbled once on the way there, he cursed inwardly, what would he have done if he had somehow damaged this pair of heels as well. He also cursed these heels and the impulse that had inspired him to buy them, whatever these shoes were made for, walking wasn't part of the plan. Fallon gently knocked and then when he received permission he entered the den and curtseyed as his Mistress glanced up. The pantheress was seated on the couch, wearing a light blue silk robe. It was tied around her waist but the neck hung open enough to give Fallon glimpses at her sweet firm breasts, between that and the way the one side lay across her hip Fallon could tell there was nothing but her underneath it. Fallon arose, letting his skirt fall back into place over the multitude of netted crinolines. "Your wish Mistress?"
Mistress Adesina pointed at the floor in front of her feet, "Kneel."
Fallon scampered as quickly as these skyscraper heels would allow him to take his place at her feet. he looked up at his Mistress' scowling muzzle as she sat over him, aloof and perfect. "Tell me maid, what does it mean when the doorbell chimes twice?"
"It announces your arrival home, Mistress."
"And what do you do when you hear it?"
"I come to answer the door, and welcome my Mistress to her home."
"That is correct maid, and how many times should the door chime?"
Fallon swallowed nervously, "Once Mistress."
"Once, yes. And how many times did it chime?"
Fallon hung his head, unable to meet his Mistress' stern gaze, "Three times Mistress."
"So you were listening. Were you ignoring my summons maid?"
"No Mistress." Fallon replied urgently.
"Did it amuse you to think of your Mistress standing on the step of her home?"
"No Mistress."
"Why did I chime three times maid?"
"I was simply not fast enough Mistress. I am deeply sorry, and will do better in the future."
Mistress Adesina snorted derisively, "Be that as it may I still had to ring twice too often. I shall see you properly punished for your failings."
Fallon gazed up at Mistress Adesina with love in his eyes, "Thank you Mistress. I await your correction."
Fallon arose and lay himself upon her lap, exposing his panties fully amidst the layers of petticoats. Mistress Adesina cleared his skirt and petticoats out of the way as Fallon lay his tail against his back. Mistress Adesina slid his panties down over his fishnet clad legs, exposing the naked black fur of his ass, Fallon always imagined how he would look in this pose to someone above him, the black globes of his rump cheeks surrounded by petals of lace petticoats like some sort of black daisy.
Fallon felt his Mistress' paw softly touch his ass and her firm thighs pressed against his stomach. Her other paw reached around to hold his balled up panties in from of his nose, "Open your muzzle, Maid." Fallon obeyed and felt the satin bundle fill his mouth. Then Mistress Adesina raised her paw and lowered it fiercely on his ass. Fallon clenched his jaw, with his panties filling the space behind his teeth, as he felt his sheath begin to fill in appreciation and anticipation. Again Mistress lowered her paw to his rump and Fallon had to fight the urge to rub his groin against her beautiful, powerful legs. A third stroke returning to the same side as the first caused Fallon's ass to start tingling from the deceptive strength his Mistress wielded. A forth stroke struck the same side as the last, not the alternate side as Fallon was expecting it, now the tip of his cock was beginning to peek out of his sheath.
By the time Mistress had delivered the tenth stroke Fallon's ass was warm and alive with sensation, like a power cord, and his cock was fully hard and rubbing against Mistress Adesina's soft black fur. Fallon smiled engulfed in a contented glow spreading from his well punished behind. Mistress Adesina placed her paw on the small of his back, right on top of the bow that held his little black apron in place. Fallon took that as his cue and did not try to rise, as Mistress Adesina reached behind her back and pulled out something he could not see. Fallon breathed sharply through his nose as Mistress stroked something hard and flat across his ass. She held the item in front of Fallon and his breath caught in his throat at recognition of his ruined shoe. "You were out of uniform when I arrived home, Maid. For this I will give you another ten strokes."
The first time Fallon felt the hard sole of the shoe hit his ass he yelped, spitting out his panties in the process. Mistress grabbed the sides of his muzzle in her paw and tightened her grip until his teeth began to hurt. "Pick them up," She commanded. Fallon reached out and managed to hook a finger on his panties and drag them into his grasp. Mistress took the panties from him and Fallon opened his mouth expectantly but he was not re-gagged immediately. Instead Mistress reached up his skirt with the paw that held the panties, cool satin wrapped around Fallon's shaft and slid soothingly over his hard flesh gently caressing. Fallon began to pant as his Mistress rubbed his cock gently with his panties.
Fallon felt the tension building but before he could approach climax Mistress' paw disappeared with the panties. The panties were immediately thrust back into Fallon's muzzle, the material was soaked, mostly with his saliva but he could also taste an unfamiliar flavor which he guessed must be his pre-cum. "Now let's try that again, you noisy little bitch." Fallon whimpered around his panties and his ears folded back in shame of his own taste. Mistress Adesina stroked his ass with the cool leather of his broken high heel, then it left his fur and Fallon tensed himself. Despite expecting Fallon still found himself surprised by the ecstatic sting of his Mistress applying the leather sole to his ass. A second lash of merciless leather exploded fir in Fallon's rump, he bucked his hips away from the blow which resulted in stroking his erect cock along his Mistress' leg. Again and again the improvised paddle landed, and the tingling in Fallon's ass had grown to the hum of a high density power line, lanced through with the searing pain of the ferocious paddling.
Through all this Fallon was if anything more turned on than ever before, his cock felt like it was going to rupture a blood vessel, and he has literally panting with desire. Mistress Adesina continued to spank him, laying into the blows across his rounded backside. By the time the tenth and final stroke landed Fallon's eyes were blurring with tears and Mistress Adesina's leg bore a damp strip where his pre-cum had been rubbing off steadily. "Up, maid," his Mistress commanded.
Fallon obeyed and stood, but he found his knees almost gave way as his petticoats settled, he wasn't sure if it was caused by the stiff lace netting brushing his tender ass or his straining cock. Both pain and rapture washed over him and overlapped until he lost awareness of where one ended and where the other began. Fallon curtseyed deeply in respect to his Mistress and then had to make an effort to remain standing again as both areas were brushed again when he released the sides of his skirt. Mistress Adesina said nothing and reached down to grasp the sash which held her robe closed. She pulled gently until it slipped undone and she opened her robe invitingly displaying her naked goddess physique. The smell immediately hit Fallon and his eyes confirmed that her mons was soaked with her own juices, testament that her arousal was as strong as his. Fallon's cock shivered with excitement under his skirt but he held his position until Mistress Adesina cocked a finger in his direction enticing him to come forward as she laid back invitingly. Fallon could no longer contain himself as his primal urges took over. He hurled himself on top of her and pressed his painted muzzle to hers.
Between their mutual arousal Fallon slid easily into the folds of Adesina's lovenest. Both moaned in heat as he plowed her, driving hard and desperate. It was very short before Fallon crashed hard into an orgasm, he pulled tightly against Adesina and kissed her deeply as he came inside her, feeling for all the world like his guts were being drawn out through his penis. Without even waiting Fallon slid down Adesina's body, leaving a trail of little licks and nibbles until he reached her glistening honeypot. He breathed deeply the scent of her love combined with the gamy scent of his own cum. He teased her, circling her cunny without actually making direct contact, focusing instead on the inner thighs and the dew soaked fur just above. Adesina lowered her paws to the back of his head and Fallon took that as instruction and focused his attention in on her tender womanhood. He buried his muzzle in the soft flesh, lapping and slurping their combined juices from her snatch. Adesina held tight to his head and grasped firmly at his ears, pushing his nose and the tip of his muzzle firmly against her body. Fallon licked and nibbled her until finally Adesina's legs wrapped around his head and she came hard.
Once her legs relaxed and released him Fallon staggered to his feet, still unsteady from his own orgasm combined with his absurdly high heels. He moved to lay upon the bed but Miustress Adesina held up her paw for him to stop. "Maid?" Fallon curtseyed in recognition of her authority. "I need you to take the items on my workdesk to the garage and then you can take the evening off, I would like to spend some time alone with my husband."
Fallon curtseyed once more, "Anything you wish Mistress." Fallon knew Mistress Adesina liked to keep a firm division between his role as her husband and as her feminized maid, that was why she always refered to his as maid when he was in this role, never by his name. He suspected the task he was to be given was an excuse to get him away so he could change and return in his own male guise, rather than have to excuse himself to change for her. He realized he was wrong when he reached her desk and saw the items Mistress Adesina needed taken away, A tube of rather weak glue and a hacksaw with little pieces of white leather still caught in it's teeth.