White Surprise
Fluxxx waited impatiently, he knew she'd be here soon, Mistress
White. He'd found her on a forum, one for those interested in bondage,
most of whom would never take it beyond the screen. Ah, but he did, he'd
worked in a few clubs, dabbled here and there, was planning on taking it
further.
The ding-dong of the doorbell got the fisher's head popping up. The
brown furred weasel hurried to the door, clad in t-shirt and slacks, his
usual bright coloured shirt left off when he's home. Taking a deep
breath, he opens the door finally, just as the doorbell sounds again,
revealing a scowling bunny covered in fur of an amazingly bright white
flanked by a fair sized wheeled case.
Before he can greet her, she scowls, "Took you long enough boy, you
sounded better trained than this on the forum," pushing her way past
him.
He holds the door open, tail and ears drooping, "I'm sorry," slips
from his lips as she enters.
Spinning on a foot, she places both hands on her hips, case resting
beside her, "Oh it just gets better, perhaps you'd like to try that
again?"
Looking at her for a moment, her mentally slaps himself. Closing
the door, he drops to his knees, looking up at her, "I"m sorry ma'am."
"That's better, but who said you could look at me? Perhaps I should
do something about this," unzipping the case and pulling out a
blindfold, quickly tying it around his face, taking his sight.
Nervously he kneels there, looking at the floor, tail swishing
slowly as he hears her circle him, hoping she approves of him, a fairly
typically scrawny chocolate brown weasel.
White nods to herself, "Well, I suppose you'll do now that I've
come all the way out here. Of course you're over dressed, and I expect
that corrected immediately, or I'll deal with it my way."
Blind though he is, he scrambles to pull his shirt off, careful not
disturb the blindfold, his pants following quickly. Kneeling there, his
slender but average length cock dangling between his legs, the thing not
yet having gotten brave enough to stiffen. At least not until her foot
slips between his legs, a toe nudging that member, its rapid response
getting a chuckle from her.
"My, aren't we a slut," watching his ears redden at that. Her hand
slide down, taking hold of that long fuzzy tail, lifting it, giving his
tailhole a good look. Nodding to herself, she moves her case to the
couch, laying it down and opening it, revealing nearly every item a dom
might need short of an actual dungeon. An interesting wide spaced mesh
ending in a chrome ring comes out, followed by a collar and a karabiner.
The mesh slides over his tail, not as long as it, but with a tug, it
tightens, anchoring itself, topping his tail with a chrome ring. The
collar follows, a tall leather affair, a discipline collar for most, but
on his long neck, it simply looks like a regular collar. Tugging on
that ring, she pulls his tail up behind his back, the karabiner easily
joining the tip to a ring on the collar.
Through all this, Fluxxx does his best not to move, feeling quite
like a side of beef. Feeling her binding his tail, he can't help but
wriggle, not used to having his tail bound like this.
A dark chuckle slips from the bunny's lips, "Thinking you can get
out of this? Maybe I should do something about that," returning to her
case, collecting a leather mono glove, sliding it over his arms. A pair
of straps criss-cross his chest, buckled tight, pulling the glove up,
his fingers touching the base of it. A series of straps draw his arms
together, causing his cock to stiffen as she does the one thing he'd
always fantasized about trying, his elbows brought together, touching,
thrusting his chest out, drawing a groan from him as his flexible body
is forced into this position.
The blindfold comes free of his eyes, revealing a surprise for him,
a ring gag. It seems odd, why would a woman want to fit him with one of
these, but with a shrug, he opens his mouth, allowing her to fit him
with the device, drool soon dripping from his mouth. Wagging, or rather
trying to wag his tail, he smiles at her, or at least tries. That is
until he sees one more device come from her case. Each one has a
cylindrical cage with a large clip at the end of a rod that runs up
through the top, topped with a wing nut. Tit pullers, plural, two small
free standing units rather than the typical big apparatus. Shaking his
head, he tries to squirm away as she crouches, massaging his left
nipple.
Watching him gasp, she smirks, "Feels good, doesn't it? How does
this feel," placing the cage on his chest, reaching in to open the
clamp, letting it bite down on his now stiff nipple, drawing a wince
from him, matched when she fits his right nipple with a similar cage.
Leaning down to give his muzzle a lick, she starts to turn the wing
nuts, pulling the rods and in turn, the clips upwards, slowly, steadily
beginning to stretch them, the wince turning into an ever louder whine
as the devices force his chest into small sharp cones. When she does
finally stop, he pants and gasps, tears in the corners of his eyes,
having gotten far more than he'd bargained for.
Squirming, he's not paying attention as she reaches behind her,
unfastening her skirt, revealing a surprise. The ring gag makes sense
when he sees the bulge in her panties, making her a hir, a she-male...
and one admittedly well endowed. Pulling those panties down, hir cock
springs free, sticking straight out, nine thick inches that shi wastes
no time in rubbing over his face, "You want it, don't you toy."
Squirming, he looks up, that cock in his eye, turning his head up
to glare at hir before shaking his head no. Shi chuckles, reaching down
to grab his head, dragging hir precum moistened cock over his face to
his lips, glaring back at him as shi jerks hir hips forward, shoving it
through the ring in his mouth, pushing it to the back of his throat in
one step, laughing as he gags. Drawing hir cock back, shi thrusts
forward, forcing it down his throat, not stopping until his nose is
buried in hir thicker crotch fur. Almost purring, shi begins thrusting
in and out, fucking his face, "Yes, that's very good, you've a nice
tight throat."
If he wasn't gagged, if his mouth wasn't full, he would've been
cursing, he'd expected a little bondage, some fun testing how flexible a
weasel type is, not being bound and raped. His short dull claws dig into
his palms as he makes fists, breath whistling through his nose as shi
pounds away at his mouth and throat, bruising it.
Shi smiled down at him, "Mmmmm, this is always such a..." squeaking
sharply as shi suddenly pulls free.
Fluxxx looks at the shiny wet cock that pops free of his bound
mouth just in time to see its mouth open, spitting thick ropes of cum
into his face, coating his muzzle, into his eyes, causing him to blink
and struggle, trying to move his head away as the thick cum sinks into
his fur. Now able to breathe he gasps and pants, head hanging down down
limply as he kneels, hoping its all over.
The bunny licks hir lips, stroking hir slick cock, "Mmmmm, such a
great warm up," walking around behind him.
Bound as he is, he tries to move around to see what shi's up to, a
nearly impossible task. An nearly impossible task that becomes
unnecessary when he feels something under his tail, something that can
only be hir cock. While he's taken stuff beneath his tail before and
enjoyed it, he'd be damned if he willing allowed hir to rape him, and he
begins struggling, trying to crawl away much to her amusement, his
escape stopped when shi reaches down, grabbing the ring at the end of
the armbinder.
"Oh no, no running away, but now you've earned a punishment,"
thrusting forward, hir cock now several inches from his hole, allowing
it to plunge in with a good deal of force, stretching his pucker open
abruptly.
A squeal escapes the ring gag as he feels that cock enter him,
shaking his head this way and that, spraying cum and drool everywhere as
he feels hir draw back, then thrust in deeper.
The bunny smiles, panting and gasping, enjoying a tight tailhole,
hir pink cock sliding deeper and deeper into him, hir white fur a
contrast to his chocolate brown fur. With each thrust, shi pants, gasps
and moans, pre flowing copiously from hir cock, hir ears falling over
hir face as shi bends down, wrapping hir arms around him. Nibbling on
hir ear, shi smiles, "Oh yes, I was so right about you when... urrgh...
I found you online, I should take you home with me, but I forgot my
big... moooan... bag."
Those words would scare any fur, and they do it to him, but he
doesn't whimper, his mind is taken by his taking, that nibbling on his
ear making him melt for hir. His slender weasel cock is harder than
ever, pinned to his belly, pre dripping more and more rapidly, driven as
much by his humiliation at being raped as to the pleasure that shoots
through his body with every thrust. He's not surprised at hir moans and
gasps, nor at hir suddenly intake of breath as shi lets go of him,
sitting up suddenly, driving his cock in as deep as shi can before
blasting cum into him.
Shi squeals loudly, pumping cum up into him, feeling as if hir
balls are going to crawl right through hir cock into him as shi pours
everything shi has into him. Falling onto him, shi pants, gasps and
smiles, resting atop his back, "Good boy, good toy."
Fluxxx's ears droop, humiliated at being addressed like that, being
used by that, the pressure in his guts growing uncomfortable as he's
filled with thick hot cum. His belly distends, not much, just enough for
you to notice, his belly firm to the touch should you feel it. His cum
splatters his stomach and chest, dripping to the floor, his release
triggered by the flood of cum that fills him. Falling to the floor, he
pulls hir down with him, falling into that puddle of cum, laying there
tiredly. He barely notices as shi loosens his arm bindings. Not freeing
his arms, but loosening it.
Shi smiles, unfastening the straps around his arms, but nothing
else. Leaving him still clad in that gear, shi pulls hirself free from
his tailhole with a wet slurping noise. Smiling, shi pulls hir panties
and skirt on, closing up hir case. Patting him on the head pedantically,
shi pulls hir case along, opening the door, locking the knob, closing it
behind hir.
The fisher lays there for quite a while, at first recovering from
being used so completely, then freeing himself. Working arms free takes
so long, he almost gives up, but being a bachelor, he has no choice to
keep work.ing. Finally he gets his hands free, twisting and stretching,
unfastening the binder, tossing it aside. The rest of the going is easy,
nothing is locked on, and bit by bit he frees himself. He's almost
embarrassed to admit it, but that was quite fun, and he hurries to his
computer, beating out an email to Mistress White.
To his disappointment, the message is quickly bounced back, there's
no such email address. Visiting the forum he met hir, he finds that all
hir posts, hir ID, everything is gone, no sign shi was ever there.
Sighing deeply, he wonders if he'll ever find hir again, if shi'll let
him have another date, perhaps even live up to hir threat.