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They were a happy couple, the two had been engaged for a few months now and the wedding was a few weeks away. It was something that they both agreed upon, with a great amount of enthusiasm from each of thier parents as well. The date was set and now it was only a matter of time.

Dombrus was a male cheetah with a rather unique set of markings. His hand paws were almost black on the fingers, the same with his digitigrade foot-paws, they were unlike the traditional white that the cheetah's ususally bore. Although his siax and a half foot stature was a bit weighted, not too overweight, but he had a stomach on him. He loved accessories in addition to regular clothes, paw gaiters, wrist gauntlets, collars, things that could lock, all of which he usuall wore.

Bess was a heavyset grey wolf, she had more weight on her than Dombrus did, but he still didn't care, she was beautiful, weight and all. The canine had a pretty large set of knockers on her, as Dombrus called them, cause they always coul dopen doors. She loved to tease him alot about his collars and acessories, saying that when they got married she'd have to buy him a locking collar and she'd keep the key and he'd be her slave. They both enjoyed intellectual conversation, a rarity among younger furs, especially in thier early 20's.

This story goes into detail about how well you can know someone, but now actually know about them. A common thing today, and maybe this will open some people up to a deeper side of eachother.

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Dombrus laid on the floor in the sparse living room, at the feet of Bess, massagin her blakc and white striped socks on her digitigrade paws. He'd push in on her pads and rub outward to the edges of her paws, causing her to giggle and sigh breathes of relieve as the muscles loosened up. Occasionally he'd press his nose into the paw and blow, causing her to laugh, tickling her paws, then he'd breathe in, taking in the smell of her paws and the socks. She'd giggle again. It was a mutual interest they both shared, socks and footpaws, neither knew why, they just liked them. Thick, thin, cushy, striped, regular, they both loved them, and wore them to please eachother.

Dombrus still had his digitigrade workboots on, Bess noticed.

"Bring your paws up here, " she patted the couch, "and I'll give you a paw massage."

The cheetah shifted his position and lifted his paws to the only couch in the living space. There was a Television, but it was blacked out, and buried under stacks of DVD's and video games. But all was lost to both the furs, who were absorbed in eachother. Bess undid the shoelaces to the funny looking boots and pulled back the long tounge of the shoe, to get to the paws inside. The prizes insid were covered with fairly thick socks that looked brand new, thye had the populat grey heel and toe with the rest of the body being white. All anthro socks were made special, because most species sweated through thier paws, so the socks were made to last a long time, to disapate moisture and resist keeping any kind of smell.

"When did you get these?" the wolf asked, teasing the cheetah's paws with a light tickle. The socks were dry and extreemly soft, she pulled the paws into her muzzle and began nuzzling them, sniffing as she went. They still had a linger of comming strait out of the box, but also having been worn for a while.

"I got them last week, they came in several legnths, ankle, calf and thigh. The checker looked at me like I was crazy." The cheetah had been silent untill now.

Bess massaged his paws and looked down at him. "You are..." She poked her head through the pair of paws and began nuzzling again, giving off small pleasureable whines through her nose.

Dombrus began to purr softly ans he returned the favor as he began to nuzzle his feionce' socks, while teasing her with his tail. They were interrupted by a knock at the door.

The postman, well a post dober-man had a rather large package tucked under his arm as he knocked again at the door. The sound filled the mostly devoid living room on the other side. Dombrus opened the door before the thunder clap from the knock hurt his ears again.

"Package." the doberman said, from behind silver reflective glasses. The cheetah took the brown parcel and was handed a piece of paper and a pen. He signed the paper, with difficulty because the pen was made for more of a thicker hand paw and was a little to huge for him.

"Have a nice day." the doberman said, with a gruff tone. Dombrus passed it off, thinking that it was a tiring job.

"What is it?" his fieonce asked, from behind him.

"A box." Dombrus grinned, showing his teeth through his lips.

Bess pushed him a bit and sighed. "I know that fuzz-head. What inside the box?"

"Don't know." the cheetah lifted the box to his eyes, as if he were trying to see through the box. "I didn't order anything recently." He shook the package. "Might be a ball gag, so you can finally stop nagging me on.." he laughed and bolted into the kitchen that was right off the living room.

Bess, dropped her muzzle open and grabed a pillow from the couch and rushed over to the cheetah. "You need a gag!" she smaked him harmlessly on the head with it. "And I'd lock in in you muzzle and swallow the key you rube!" as the assault continued with the fluffy pillow that did nothing to the cheetah who began shielding himself with the box.

The wolf soon stopped and tossed the pillow into the living room onto the floor. "Let's open it." the said, grapping the box from the cheetah's paws. They both soon began to tear a the brown wrapping. It was a game, with a greeting card taped to the top of the box. On the card was written "Congratulations!" It was from an old friend. Inside the card was written, "You know her, but does she 'really' know you? And do you 'really' know her?" the cheetah gulped, visibly.

"What is it?" the wolf asked, taking the card from his paw. As she read it, she also wonrdered what that message meant. "What does this mean? Do I know you? and do you know me?" Both of them looked at the box, then at eachother. They opened the box and a note fell out. It read, "Just play the game."

The game was called 'Kink, what really drives YOU?' The couple looked at the box, then at eachother skeptically. Neither had anythign to say, and both of them were blushing under thier fur, it wasn't visible, but they knew the other was embarased.

"I-I guess we can play," the wolf said, looking for consolation in the cheetah that she was going to marry soon. He grabbed her and pulled her in close.

"Yea, tonight?" he stroked her head. She nodded, and swished her tail up behind him. They read the dirrections aloud. Nervousness is regular, just go with the flow and answer honestly. This is a game to open furries up to eachother and what they like to do, and otherwise wouldn't ever tell anyone, even the ones they love.

The game was sevreal stacks of cards, labled one through seven, the different levels of the game. As you progressed through the levels the questions got more and more personal, asking you to delve deep into your fantasies and share them with all the players.

The two again looked at eachother.

"It will be fun!" Bess licked Dombrus' nose and began to unwrap the level one cards. Each card had a question on them followed by answers of various levels, 'responded well' 'doesnt like' and so on. Each 'answer' had an amount of points asigned to it, and based on the points it told you to pick a specific card from that set. Level 1-card 23, level 1-75 and so on. They started on card one from level one.

Bess read the card aloud. "What do you like on another furson?" the card asked. "Well, I always like the looks, the way they keep thier fur and thier attitude, what they dress like. And a little bit of pudge." she answered, poking he cheetah in the stomach, who then giggled a bit. "Oh, and also, socks are VERY sexy." her tail ran up under his muzzle, a taunt really. "Your turn." she took a seat on the couch and gestured him to come over and sit.

Dombrus took a seat down on the couch and grabbe the card from his love's paw when she offered.

"Well..... I like tight clothes, I really don't care about body shape, but generally I'm attracted to larger furs, becasue beanpoles have to fit in all the time and they care about what they look like, and are always fretting about things, and socks, they are a major turn on." He moved closer and rubber her paws that were sitting to the side of her body. "How was that?" he asked.

"Honest, honest..." the grey wolf said, still uneasy about the whole thing. "Tight clothes, huh? Maybe in private, for you. But not in public." she whispered into his black ears. "What kind?" she inquired, he had left the answer very vauge.

"Maybe one piece body suits, tight...." he trailed off.

The wolfess had seen what he was talking about, and she herself found them a turn on, spandex/lycra body suits that could cover the entire body, from paw to muzzle. She felt a heat well up inside her, something that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Oooo.... sexy. I know what you are talking about." she began to stoke his tuft of fur on the top of his head. "Maybe I'd like to see you in one..." she cuddled up against his neck. "That would be something that I would find extreemly sexy."

Dombrus began to raise a tent in his pants. Feeling turned on, he had always wanted to try a suit like that, a cotton one, it would feel like an entire sock for your body.

"Truthfully, I've wanted to try one on. But I didn't know how well you'd take it, or if you'd agree with it. And I dont want to go under your nose and get one."

"Wow, I guess there are some things that I don't know about you."

"Same here, I thought you were a traditional fur... but it's turning out that maybe we were made for eachother on all levels." Dombrus purred, begining to like the game.

"Well, we scored a perfect 10 points..." she held up a piece of paper with a score system on it. "It says that we should consider moving to level two, unless you want to stay on level 1."

"We can move up, then fall back if we find te questions too probing.." Dombrus suggested.

"Sounds good." Bess began to break open the level 2 cards, and threw the trash into a pile behind the couch. "Wanna answer a random card? Just pick one and read it?"

"Sure, I'll go." Dombrus cut the deck and grabed a card from the middle. "Do you have any toys, and if not, what toys would you want?" The cheetah paused for a while. "Well... I have some. Some personal, and most from previous girlfriends. But to be honest, I haven't really used them since I'd met you." that was the truth, honest.

The grey wolf was quiet for a few minutes, and let the cheetah nuzzle her neck as she had shifted to a position to lay in his lap. He purred loudly, stroking her fur on her neck as he did.

"Well... I have a few as well."

Dombrus stopped.

"For both of my holes, some vibrate and inflate... and I-" she stopped feeling like she was betraying her furute husband's trust. "And sometimes I use them.... since I'd met you." She waited for a reply.

Dombrus began to nip playfully at her neck, which suprized her. "You don't think less of me? You-" he cut her off, closing her muzzle with his paw gently and began purring loud again. he reached down and slipped a paw down her pants, edging close to her vagina. He traced tiny hearts around it, edging closer. The wolf began to breath heavily as she started to heat up.

"Naughty wolf...." Dombrus growled. He slipped a claw down into her front holeand began teasing her, tickling her clit. "Perhaps maybe you should show me how to use them, and use some on me...."

Forgeting about the claw probing her she was shocked a little. "What? use some on you? You'd really like that?"

"I've had some women want to play like that, using a pleasure device for us both." He let his paw wander out of her pants, not getting her to riled up.

"I have a triple barel, two for me, and a big one for the recipient on the other end. Comes on a belt with all three attached."

Dombrus began to purr again, loudly. "It's worth a try."

Both of them had been equally floored by eachother's responce, finding out that they ahd more in common than they really knew. It was going to turn into a yiff fest really soon, and the cards would be scattered amidst two furs passionately giving into eachother.

Fprcing her self to behave and calm down, the wolf grabbed another card and read it between the cheetah's purs and strokes in her fur.

"Are you a Dom, or a Sub, or perhaps a slave." That coaughet her off gaurd, a card with that question should be in a later level. But she felt she had to answer it.

"I love controll, to have others submit to my will. I like knowing where things will go, and to have a slave, to do my bidding, whether it be sexual pleasure or other physical. Now I don't want a total slave, to be at my paws constantly. But maybe a bedroom slave..." She said confidantly, feeling that the last few questions had been answered with mutual interest by both of them. Dombrus was alarmed, he sat up a bit and stared at her. The wolf got up from her position of laying on his chest, a bit alarmed.

The cheetah got off the couch without a word, without changing his expression from that of suprize.

"Was that too much? You didn't like it? What? Tell me." Bess pleaded, feeling like she'd pushed him away from thier close relation. Moments ago he was ready to paw-fuck her, now she wasn't that sure of what he was doing.

The cheetah got down on his knees in front of her and took her paws in his. There was a serious glare in his eyes, almost of tears. He still retained a somber expression over his muzzzle.

She was ready to cry, she thought that this was it, he would say that he no longer loved her and that he didn't want to marry a screwed up furson like she was. Her heart sank.

"Please, tell me." she whimpered, her heart was beating faster than she could count. A feeling of light headed-ness washed over her, along with a burning beteen her legs.

"There is no way I can say this...."

She watched his eyes water up.

"I-I...." the cheetah gulped.

Bess' legs began to shake, she couldn't stand the suspense.

"I know now that you are the perfect mate for me..."

She gasped, totally suprized.

"Take me, make me your slave. Bind me, hold me close, I wish to serve your needs, whatever they may be. I submit to you. A willing slave of love, for your personal entertainment."

Bess was speachless, there was nothing she could say, if she wanted. He was atotal opposite side of the puzzle, the two fit together. Perfect mates that were amde for eachother.

"I have always wanted to be bound, for love. For long periods of time, to loose all uncertainty of the situation. To become a play toy, and untill now, I though that it wasn't meant to be. When you said that, the free spirit in me became caged, and that is a good thing."

Things were moving to fast, just earlier that night thye knew nearly nothing about what eachother's most secret desires were.

"I need time to think...." the wolfess said.

"I understand, " Dombrus stood up, "The offer still stands, and always will, for you." He kissed her muzzle and went back into thier oversized bed room.

Bess was in total shock. So many things, so many desires she felt that had to be filled, and now she finally could. Anything she wanted, anytime, no limits. Her area between her legs began to burn and she began to become aroused. She waved off a paw that crept down there to please her. She wouldn't need that anymore.

A huge smile crept upon her muzzle.

'Anything' she rolled around in her head.

Visions of things began to swim in her head, the utmost pleasureable things that she wanted to try, to spend an night with complete rule over her lover.

'No limits'

She shivered, and decided to drop in on her cheetah in the bedroom.

The door was shut, and the lights looked to be off, but were turned very low. She gasped, inside on the rug was a huge assortment of toys, anal, vaginal, cock, vibrating, inflatable, and all of the things in between. On the bed was her husband to be, nude and the day he was born, his cock already stiff, ready to go. He wore only a collar, leather wrist restaints and ankle ones as well. All could be locked, but lacked the locks themselves. He held out his forepaws together, in a sexy pose that screamed 'restrain me'.

Bess, went over to her dresser and pulled out several small locks, tiny almost, but ten times stronger than heavy pad locks. They didnt have a key, but a magnet that engade the lock, as well as disengaged, without it the locks were all but impossible to get off.

She cralwed onto the bed and pushed the cheetah into a laying position, and slipped the lock, slowly, into the collar lock, and painfully slow, let it click into place. Her mate was breathin heavily, still aroused the female felt a take over of her dominant side. She let her tounge snake out of her muzzle and ran it along his chest, trailing down, not bothering to lock the wrist restaints together.

A warm tounge snaked around his cock and began to give a massage, but quickly went away and soon the ankle restraints were locked. The cheetah lay there, panting, he didn't know what was going to happen.... and that made him hard.

The wolf then scanned the floor, looking for other things to put on the cheetah.

Ball gags, of different sizes lay in a neat row. Anal plugs, vibrators, cock vibrators, harnesess with them both on them. Quite a collection. She selected a harness with a cock vibrator on it. She checked the gear out, it hadn't been used in a long time.

The wolf began to look at the collection again, spotting a straitjacket from a mental institition, she picked it up. It has Dombrus' name on it.

"I did some 'time' there..." he said from the bed.

She tossed it onto the bed and began to look for other things. Soon there it was, a muzzle fit for a psycho. It had heavy leather straps that looked well worn and a one piece leather cover for the entire muzzle, except a nose hole, several straps with lockable buckles coul dbe adjusted and locked to the slave. It would completely stop the cheetah from saying anything understandable. It was made specailly for him anyway.

"Rise slave." he hissed, with more of a tone of love than hate.

The cheetah got off the bed and walked to her. She began to remove his cuffs and place the jacket on him, the roller buckles made it a snap. After the rear of the jacket was on, she tightened the collar on the jacket, then locked that to the collar the cheetah was wearing prior to his jacket. The wrist restaints were re attached to the outside of the straitjacket and locked firmly in place. The slave couldn't escape now if he tried.

Slowly the slipped the cock vibrator over his hard shaft, caressing it as she went, just enough to send a few pleasure spikes into the cheetah, but not enough to make him spray cum all over. After the harness was locked, and the vibrator controll was strapped to the side of his leg, she took the muzzle up to his maw, and was ready to apply it, but stopped. She locked the first strap around his neck and let the muzzle hang.

She was looking for some thing. She found his pile of clothes, and lifted them up. His shirt and pants seperated, letting the brand new socks drop out onto the floor. The socks felt so soft in her paws, pity she couldn't wear them, but she had her own. The cheetah grinned extra wide. He then laid back on the bed, his straitjacketed arms were still free, but not for long. Before pulling him up from the bed the wolf held them up to her face and smelled deeply, the smell of her mate still lingered in them.

The cheetah was now confused, she had pulled him up from the bed, and wasn't going to put them on his paws....

"What are those for EEEF-!" his words had been cut off.

She had bunched up both enormous ankle socks with the grey toes and heels and waited for the right time. She then stuffed them voilently into his mouth, without any warning, then pushed him belly down into the bed, still stuffing the socks deeper into his muzzle. Shouts of protest came from the cheetah, but no one could understand them. She had both socks stuffed into his maw and quickly pulled the muzzle over his and began fighting against a constantly moveing head to get the straps together and lock. After a few seconds of flailing she managed to pin him down with her weight and get the muzzle attached and locked into place, it was bulging from the sides, the socks obviously were too much for his mouth, but still were not comming out.

Grunts and muffled groans came from the gagged and muzzled cheetah that was pinned down.

"This is how I love my slaves." She whispered into his ear. Then reached under him and criss crossed his arm straps throuh the loops in the front and on the side, then slipped the roller bucked together and yanked tight. The cheetah wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. Another belt was produced and strapped on his bicepts, going under all the straps, keeping him from rocking his arms back and forth.

He was turned over and Bess pressed his cock between her thighs, feeling the cheetah's heartbeat inside and the massive amount of heat the organ was putting off.

"Not done yet!" she grinned, and went to retrieve a spreader bar and some legnth of chain. The spreader went inbetween his ankle cuffs and was locked to them, ofrcing he legs open, vulnerable in front and back. She then forced him to kneel, the spreader still in place, and ran a legnth of chain from the collar's d-ring to the ring in the center of the spreader forcing the cheetah to remain ass-up, unable to change his position.

"We are going to play a game, and depending on how you fair in the first one, the second one will be different. Ok?"

A muffled 'NNNGGGG' came from the cheetah's muzzle.

"Im' going to get the triple barrle, stay put." She gave his ass a nice smack and left the room, hearing the struggling from the cheetah slave as he tried to get free from the bonds, screaming against the muzzle and his socks that filled his mouth, forcing him to be almost silent. He has said anything, and that was what she was going to do, anything she wanted.

The cheetah was really putting up a struggle, the cahins on the spreader bar could be heard rattiling from her hiding place for her toys. She retrieved the entire box of goodies and headed back to thier room.

Back inside she saw her slave/mate struggling against the straitjacket, bucking back and forth, trying to get some slack, and get free.

"Yous said anything, and now you are in a postion to only agree." Bess grinned, while taking off her clothes, revealing her hard tits underneath. They weren't that big, but still her weight made them look huge, Hollywood actors would be jealous. All of her clothes were now gone, except her pants, which she moved infront of the cheetah's head laying down and slowly undid them.

Dombrus stopped struggling and watched, eyes wide open.

She fingered the belt lose, and the pants dropped like a stone, revealing a lacy pair of underware, and her thigh high black and white striped socks.

"Like what you see?" she moved her crotch area close to the slave's face, who promptly began to pur.

From the floor she retrieved a blindfold that was supposed to go with that muzzle Dombrus was wearing, it was a thick leather piece that was lined with cotton backed by foam, to seal out any light comming in.

"There might be some adult oriented material here, and as a slave, I have decided not to let you see it." She poked his none sticking out of the leather muzzle. The blindfold hooked onto the muzle near the bottom, to keep it from comming off, and locked into rings on the muzzle's harness. She applied the blind fold, covering the cheetah's eyes. Now she could really play.

"Having fun?" she asked, more for her enjoyment than his comfort. The slave whined through his nose and made muffled words that didn't mean anything. The large wolf climbed into the bed and began to tease the still hard cock on the cheetah. Her hand paw clenched around it and began the rythmic jerking motion, the cheetah moaned a little relief, but to soon. The wolf stopped and swatted his ass, disapointing the cheetah. Soon she was reminded of the vibrator, and switched that on to the lowest setting and dialed the time in for 10 minutes. The small toy jumped to life and began it's buzzing hum.

This sent the cheetah into a moan, at first, then in jest, began a tasteful sound. A soft 'mmmmmmm' emerged from the muzzle that muted him followed by several half laughs that could be made becasue of the mouth restraint.

"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself, becasue shortly I will be enjoying yo uas well."

Bess pulled out the triple barel, and looked at it. The male side dildo was a horse cock, real life sized, and not the anthro version, it was double headed with a horse cock shape on the other side for her. Bad thing about playing alone with yourself was that somtimes if you played often, your holes would become too wide, and everything else would just slide in. It was too early for the horse cock, to use it on her slave, it was a weapon of ass destruction, an dhe wasn't broken in. Instead she selected a double sided wolf cock, not too big, but not a toothpick. She swapped out the front dildo witht he wolf one, then selected an anal one just for herself. She used a shorter version of the horse cock, still big and stout, but not as long, just enough to go inside the anus and do some pleasin'.

Afther the cocks were all switched out, she plugged the vibrators into thier holes inside the toys, then lubed them up, it had been awhile, not to long, but still it would be hard go get them to slide inside. The wolf cock went in though, sliding into her vagina, pushing out with pleasureable force, then siting up against her g-spot, taunting her with it's nearly cum enducing goodness. The wicked shaft was curved up and reached deep inside her, the knot kept it mostly in place. The horse was a bit of trouble. The enormous head sat up against her sphincter and pushed in, the huge shaft widened her anus and slid inside, slowly, working it's way past the muscle trying to push it out.

She was halfway in when she slipped, her socks betrayed her, loosing traction even on the carpeted floor. Her large ass slamed into the floor, shoving the horse cock into her faster than she needed to go. The wolf yipped out in suprize and pain and sat there stunned, but recovered and rocked back and forth on the carpet, the dildo's began to move inside her, back and forth sending pleasure through her midsection. She stopped herself, the dildo's were all attached to a thick leather piece that casued all of them to move in unison. Before she came, the wolf stopped, it wasn't that time yet.

She lubed the knotted cock with the wicked curve that protruded from her waist like a penis, letting out a giggle, the grabbed it woth both paws and began to simulate a male jerking off. This sent the dildo's reaching further into her body, causing her to breathe heavily and yip in pleasure. It was addicting, but she had to stop. The female then began to put her own locking cuffs on, as well as a collar. There was something that she wanted to try.

Her cuffs had low profile locks that were a pard of the restraint them selves, and locked as soon as she put them on, the key was inside the box buried under her toys. Then from the box, she retrived four locks, not ordinary ones, but megnetic applied locks, one they were on, it took special keys to unlock them. Or she could use a timer that would release the locks itself. But that was for later, now it was time to use her slave.

She once again lubed the wolf dildo and approached her cheetah slave, from behind.

Placing her paws, one on each side of her mate, she began to push the tip into his anus, the thin part slid in without hesitation, but it eventually got thicker and with a huge knot to boot.

The cheetah jumped at the sudden invader that came without warning, it pushed out on his sides, and began to guide itself inside. He groaned and began to struggle, but that moved around the cock that was sliding it's way inside, causing more pleasure than before.

The shaft started to thicken, and get closer to the knot. The harder it became to push, the more pleasure it gave them both. Bess moaned in pleasure and Dombrus grunted trhough the gag. Which reminded the female, she didn't want to get loud so she strapped on her own ball gag, and let the self lock click closed in the rear of her head. She tried to talk into it, but was stopped, it cam out as only a muffled noise. She tossed the key aside, she wouldn't need it for a while. Now that that was done, she could turn back to her mate.

The shaft was nearly in, she turned on the vibrators for all three dildo's and was rached with pleasure, snd then began to thrust back and forth, letting the wolf cock glide in and out of her slave while causing immense pleasure to herself. The horse dildo and wolf cock began to move voilently inside her when she thrust, she was close to cumming, and turned up the vibrators to make sure she did.

When it did come, it was a feeling that she hadn't felt in ages, the sexual release, the warm fluid flowing out on the double dildo, all the way to her fience's ass, where it stuch to his fur. No more lube was needed on the shaft, che came and did that herself. the slave was making muffled sounds of pleasure, and pain.

It was more of animalic lust now, she cranked the vibrators on her and the cheetah up to full. She then reached around and locked her ankle restraints ontop of the cheetah's that were secured to the spreaded bar. th elocks were timed, and untill 5 hours was up, she was stuck to her mate. Now that she had release, she bent over he mate's rear end and place her arms in a hug around his waist and gripped his cock with both paws. Play time was over, she was past teasing and began to thrust again, finally the cum lubed knot popped inside the cheetah, casueing him to scream rather loudly from under the muzzle, must have been painful.

She gripped his cock and began to jerk. The cheetah in turn began to thrust backwards against the paws, then foreward, thrusting the cock deeper into the loving paws, and the dildo out his anus, he began to dribble cum, it was soo close. 'Don't stop now, honey' he though to himself. Her grip continued to slide up and down his cock, pushing and massaging as it went.

He felt it, the tingle, then the thick cum blast out, it sprayed onto his straitjacket, and in his lover's paws. It was the sexual release he was waiting for, good God. He sucked air in through his nose and shoved it out heavily, she wasn't letting up. Her paws continued to grip the cock and she still was thrusting her pelvis into his ass. The wolf cock was stuck inside him, and wasn't going to come out, but that just made Bess hornier, as her dildo moved in and out, causeing her to yip lightly every thrust. Just from the sound of her voice, Dombrus guessed that she had gagged herself, and she was locked to him, he felt it again, she was working her magic paws again.

Bess had came twice already, her fluids dripped down into the dildo that seemed to be stuck inside her slave, whenever she came down, the strap on bottomed out, causing her crotch to smack against her mate's cum covered furry behind, making a bigger mess. But she continued her campaign of pleasure.

The cheetah came again, spraying his warm cum against the jacket again, his mate's paws were dripping as well. The paws disapeared for a while, letting the small vibrator work his cock. When the paws returned they were holding something cold, it disapeared and he heard a click, he didnt know what it was. But he did know that he climaxed again, the gag, the blindfold and the restraints alone wrer casuing him to blast cum everywhere near his nether regions, the sensation of the restraints and sensory deprevation was way too much, it kept him hard.

The gagged grey wolf had just retracted her cum covered paws and grabbed a lock, a magnetic one, and locked her cuffs together around her slave's waist, she was stuck for five hours now. Again she grabbed his cock.

They both came at the same time, the female's juices continually lubed the shaft and wetted both the furs, and it smacked together and left long trails of cum that stretched inbetween them when she pulled off. Her entire forearms and paws were covered in the cheetah's cum, as well as his entire underside. Now that they were locked together under him, now that it was impossible to undo, she regretted it, wanting to taste her paws, to take the male cum and lube his dildo with it, to stick it in his face, to rub him with it, becasue he can't refuse.

After she came for the fourth time, and her mate was dry, she began to feel tired. There was nothing that she could do about the vibrators, she had locked her paws where it would be impossible to get to them, they were stuck on full buzz.

Dombrus shifted under her, causing the dildos in both of them to shift uneasily. There was only a little bit of pleasure to be had, both of them were worn out, and needed time before they were able to feel anything like what they had done again. She still giggled under her gag, pushing her pelvis foreward a little making the wolf cock bury itself in her mate a little deeper. He jumped casuing her harness to shift and move her dildos, but she was so numb, she didn't feel it. He could though.

Over the next couple minutes she mustered enough stregnth to shove his dildo in and make his body jump again. She would enjoy this.

She continued her teasing, as his cock had long since disapeared back into it's furry sheath, he was drained. Eventually she felt tired, and had to stop. there was an unknown amount of time untill she was released, and pushed up further onto his back, being careful not to shift the toys too much. She mover her cuffed paws up to his stomach, just below his straightjacketed arms and put her gagged muzzle just at his neck line and sighed. His body felt warm against hers, his cum had long since become cold on her paws, and began to harden in the air.

She closed her eyes and fell alseep ontop of him, both of them restrained, exausted and fucked dry.

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The cheetah awoke the next morning, his balls stung and his asshole, he was sure, was bleeding , or it felt like that. The tight hug of the straitjacket still embraced him, he kne wit was light out, the birds were chirping through the open window. He was still restrained like his lover had him last night.

What a night too. He'd filled one of his fantasies, and was going to marry her later on that month. He knew it would be days before this could happen again, both were numb beyond belief.

What worried him was that there was no warm body pressing against his anymore, she was gone, released from her restraints before he awoke. But the bed bounced and the blindfold began to loosen.

Hovering above him was the grinning face of his wife-to-be.

"Have fun?" she grinned. Dombrus nodded, having gotten used to the socks in his mouth, preventing him from speaking. The female wolf then unlocked the muzzle and pulled it off. Dombrus beathed a sigh of relief and she used her paw that showed signs of dried cum all over it, to pull the saliva ridden socks from his mouth. He purred in affection,

"That was great!" he grinned, "You are beyond perfect!" Dombrus shifted to lay on his back, the first time since he was restained, which he still was.

"It's not over yet," his nude lover touched his muzzle with a compassionate paw. "Open up."

The cheetah did as he was told, and a ring gag was inserted, forcing his mouth to stay open, she again belted it behind his head. Then went down south to the morning hard on the slave sported.

"Whaaa ahh ooo-!" The cheetah asked a question but was cut off by the wolf's tounge wrapping around his cock.

He voiced pleasures as the femme began to lick and nibble lightly on his cock. She used her unusually long tounge to massage the organ while the cheetah purred and made sounds of delight. She sucked the shaft and felt it begin to cum, the warm fluid dripped into his mistress' mouth. After he came several times, and filler her muzzle to the point where it was starting to leak out. The wolf was suprized the cheetah had anything left after last night. She didn't swallow, instead she unbuckled the cheetah's ring gag, but kept it in his mouth, keeping it open.

Then she shoved her muzzle up against his, took the gag out before he knew what was happening, and kissed him. The cum flowed out of her mouth into his, and that suprized him.

She held his head and began to push the cum into his muzzle with her tounge, making it fill his mouth, and start to dribble out the sides, He voice his protest by trying to pull away and spit the fluid out, but she grabbed his muzzle and emptied hers into his. The slave struggled, bus she was stonger and not as drained as him. When she was satisfied that he had most of it in his mouth, the backed off, still clamping down on his muzzle, making sure his cum stayed inside.

The cheetah was shocked, he didn't want to swallow it, but he couldn't push it out at all, he just let it sit in his mouth, then the wolf pulled the muzzle out from last night and shoved his feline shout into it, completely making it impossible to rid himself of the cum, he still tried to squeeze it out between his teeth, but it wasn't working.

She then ticked his cock, without warning, and like with soda, when you laugh it comes out your nose. Which was what happened, the mouthfull of cum worked it's way up thruough his nasal cavity and sprayed out his nose as he tried to laugh at the pleasure. With half a mouth full of his OWN cum, the cheetah felt the liquid drip from his nose.

"That was great!" the grey wolf voiced. She cleaned up the extra cum around the cheetah's cock with one paw and then patted him on the head with it, making a sick smacking sound.

"I'm having fun!" she goaded. "Rember, true love swallows!" the grey wolf gave the cheetah one last caress before locking his collar to the bed rail behind him. Still straitjacketed, muzzled and legs spread open with a bar, the cheetah looked like hell, dried cum all over his front side, as well as his ass, and now it was dripping from his nose. Truely it was torture for him, bet she enjoyed it, and denied herself another round of fucking for breakfast.

"Stay here. I'm going to take a shower and might be back for you later on today. Provided that I don't get occupied." Bess began to walk to the shower, amidst the sea of toys. She then turned around and climbed back on the bed, and re-applied the blindfold, her mate began to whine.

"I'll be back, this is what you wanted, afterall..." She began to stroke his cum matted fur. "Be good and I might let you out tomorrow."

Dombrus began to struggle, but in vain.

The wolf was already walking away, getting ready to clean herself off in the shower. It was something that they both shared in common, wether or not his actions showed it, Dombrus was actually enjoying himself, struggling was a part of the fun. to ty and incure the wrath of his mistress to inflict more bondage or even punishment upon him.

He was going to be like this a while, the cheetah realized that she reall ymeant to take it to the next level. Still, he struggled, trying to rock some looseness into the straitjacket, nothing. The muzzle and the blindfold were locked on, the ankle restaints he didn't have a key for. He tried again to push the cum out of his muzzle through his teeth.

That wasn't happening.

He whined in protest to his situation.

And swallowed.