You feel the touch of fur on your arm. The long, soft hair gently caressing your skin sends a chill up your spine. The delightful sensation causes your body to tense up and pull against the ropes that bind you.
"Relax, Amélie!" says the voice from behind you. "Concentrate on the fur!"
The soft, chinchilla fur blindfold covering your face prevents you from seeing what your Mistress is doing to you. Your arms are tied, outstretched, between two strong wooden posts. You stand naked and helpless in the center of the fur dungeon. Your breathing is slow and strained. Mistress Dominique detects the slight quiver in your body as you exhale in a long, tense breath.
"What is it?" she queries in a dark voice.
The fur moves along your arm, to your shoulder, then circles around your back before it makes a turn and slowly starts to head south. You ready yourself for the burst of pleasure you will feel when it finally reaches your ass.
"Amélie! You are stalling!"
She glides the fur back up to your shoulders then down your other arm. You sigh in protest. Your mistress hears your complaint and drops the fur to the floor.
"It's a fox!" you exclaim.
"What
kind
of fox?"
"It's either a silver fox or an arctic fox. I can't tell."
You hear footsteps moving around in front of you. You feel fur caress your cheek. You turn your head toward it. Your Mistress buries your face in it. You inhale the musky scent deep into your lungs. She knows the smell intoxicates you. You take another deep breath. It arouses you. You feel your mind drifting away to another place. She pulls the fur away. A moment later, she drags you back to reality with a passionate kiss on the lips.
"Arctic or silver?"
"I don't know."
Your Mistress lets you stand there in silence to ponder the question. You hear her circling around you. Your mind is drawn in two directions at once. On one hand, you are trying to guess what kind of fur it is. On the other, you are wondering what she's going to do to you next.
Fur brushes, ever so lightly, against the cheeks of your ass. You shriek. The feeling of pleasure causes your muscles tense up. The fur covered ropes around your ankles snap tight against their bindings. You try to stand still for the next round of attacks.
She wraps the fur around your right leg and slides it up your thigh towards home base. More fur envelops your other leg and traces a path, sensuously upward. Two fur covered hands wrap themselves around your waist, encircling you in fur. You grind your hips in slow circles, causing the fur to rub you in all the right places. Mistress Dominique rubs your belly and continues upward, wrapping your entire body in fur.
You feel her hot breath against your shoulder. She nibbles your ear lobe.
"Feel the fur!" she whispers into your ear.
Her hands cup your breasts. Your nipples stand erect. You moan in pleasure. You feel your Mistress grinding her crotch into your backside. Your mind starts to drift again. One hand moves down, between your legs. The other is busy furring your breasts. She pulls you close, into a tight embrace. You swoon as she swirls you in fur, from your shoulders to your knees. The two of you move in unison, dancing slowly to music that only the two of you can hear. She brings you ever so close to sweet climax but she never lets you get quite close enough.
You know your Mistress won't let you cum until you guess what kind of fur she's torturing you with. You've been through this a hundred times. You don't care. She could do it a thousand times. You would love it just the same. You drag it out as long as you can before you give your answer.
Your lips tremble as you say, "Silver fox...", in a barely audible voice.
Mistress Dominique grunts in disapproval. She throws the fur down, onto the floor. You hear and feel a sharp "Smack!" across your ass when she spanks you with her bare hand.
"
Tabernac!
" she curses.
She rips the blindfold off your face and holds the fur up for you to see.
"
Silver
fox?! Does this look like silver fox to you?!"
She throws the fur down and marches around the room in a fit of anger. Her hands fly up into the air to emphasize her rage.
"Amélie! What am I going to do with you!?"
"Amy! Why do you keep calling me that? My name is
Amy!
"
"You do not speak like that to me!"
You can see the fire in her eyes as she picks the fluffy, white fur up off the floor and shakes it at you.
"I own you like I own this fur! You will be called by whatever name I choose. Your name is
Amélie!
"
Your heart fills with anger. You want to lash out at her but your hands are tied -- Literally! The only choice you have is to keep your mouth shut and accept your fate.
"How are you supposed to become my apprentice if you can't even tell a silver fox from an arctic fox?!"
She stomps around the room, flailing her hands as she talks.
"I should turn you into a sofa bed!"
Your eyes widen at the prospect of becoming a piece of furniture for the rest of eternity. Still, the idea of being able to trap any man deep inside of you, folded up within your furry frame, excites you.
"Please, Mistress! I will do better next time! Please don't curse me again!"
You remember the last time you failed your fur test. She turned you into a fur hammock and left you like that for a month. You remembered the looks on men's faces as you ensnared their naked bodies in your fur. You laughed to yourself as you watched them struggle. No matter how strong they were, you were stronger. No matter how hard they fought, you always won. Slowly, sensuously, you rubbed their bodies with your fur, strategically hitting every erogenous zone until you broke their resolve. You reveled in the passion you felt as their screams of horror turned to screams of pleasure. You could turn any man to putty in mere minutes but you enjoyed prolonging their torture, sometimes for hours. The lust you felt was overwhelming! She sense of euphoria you felt when you wrung the last ounce of energy out of their bodies as they writhed in your grip was intoxicating! The
POWER
!
But, just as you felt powerful to bring men to the heights of pleasure you felt the depths of despair when you were alone. The long days of agony, waiting, wondering and wishing for your punishment to end were an intolerable cruelty you do
not
want to endure again. You learned your lesson last time. You wonder how Renonis was able to endure one hundred years of torture. But, now that you are with him, you know he is happy again. He tells you every night when he cuddles you to sleep in his fur.
"I think you
like
being punished!" Mistress Dominique lashes out at you. "You fail your test
on purpose
just to taunt me!"
"No, Mistress, no! Please don't transfigure me again!"
"You will never learn that way! I have a better punishment in mind for you!"
Mistress Dominique picks the full length arctic fox coat up off the floor. She drapes it over her shoulder and strolls across the room to her walk-in fur closet. She opens the door to the giant vault. Animal noises fill the air as she enters. Hundreds of furs of all types and colors writhe and boil as her naked body is slowly consumed in a sea of enchanted pelts. She disappears for several minutes. She is clearly enjoying herself. You wish you could be in there with her!
When your Mistress returns, she is holding two furs, one draped over each arm. They are almost identical except one is made from silver fox and the other is made from arctic fox. She drops them on the floor in front of you.
"You will never succeed me if you do not learn your furs!"
She reaches for the jeweled silver amulet hanging around her neck from a leather thong. She dangles it over the pile of fur at your feet.
"
Animatus!
"
The furs start to move. They rise up and scuffle across the floor. They wrap themselves around their Mistress's feet. They snuggle her like a cat sidling up to its master. Your Mistress reaches down and strokes them as if they were pets. She looks up at you and smiles with a sly look that can only mean trouble.
"These are two of my favorite furs."
She pauses and looks you straight in the eye as she plays with her pets. They writhe and purr and they twirl around her. It looks like they are enjoying the attention she is giving them.
"To teach you a lesson, I am going to give them to you..."
Her eyes squint and her expression turns cold.
"Or... Give
you
to
them
!"
Mistress Dominique stands up and points her finger at you.
You can not speak. Fear grips your vocal cords. You can not even make a peep! You pull against the fur ropes that bind you, secretly hoping to break the clasps that keep you locked in. They are enchanted. They can not be broken.
In a steely voice she shouts, "
Erudio!
"
The two furs turn from their Mistress and focus on you. The scuffle across the room, toward you. They reach your feet and pause a moment before beginning to wrap around your ankles. They ooze, slowly up your legs. You try to kick them away with your feet but the bindings around your ankles prevent it. They give you just enough room to squirm but no more. The two furs cover you completely, from the floor up to your knees. Every movement sends a thousand sparks of pleasure up your legs. The sensations travel upward, to your crotch. The arctic fox tickles its way up to your left thigh. The silver fox does the same to your right. The twin sensations of pleasure cause wetness to grow between your legs. It's only a matter of time before the two furs meet in the middle.
Mistress Dominique walks up and stands before you, looking you right in the eye. She watches the expression on your face turn from fear to anticipation of fur rapture. Her eyes survey your naked body. You look at her standing nude before you except for the silver amulet around her neck. She snaps her finger in the air.
"Obscuritas!"
The lights in the room instantly go dark.
