Black and Gold

Story by bkitten on SoFurry

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A short story about a novice cheetah sub and an experienced panther dom.

This is my first attempt at a story, constructive criticism appreciated.


This was a special day for Farla. The excitement surrounding him was almost palpable; he fidgeted, his erection waxing and waning as his mind alternated between unbridled, horny excitement and nervous terror. The cheetah had been a member of the online fetish community website knottedfur.com for several months now, mostly lurking around the various groups, masturbating furiously when he found something that caught his attention. Farla was a budding submissive, scenes of humiliation and degradation excited him--how he'd love to be used, perhaps even a public plaything at a private party. Recently, he'd started to do more than just lurk, he'd made a few posts, added a few friends to his lists and made a few contacts.

Today was the day; he'd arranged a session with a Dom friend he'd made online and they were going to play tonight. His friend, going by the online handle BlackLeather, had agreed to go easy on him, as this was to be his first real experience, rather than the roleplaying he'd engaged with others online.

For this initial meeting-he hoped there'd be more-they were to meet in a hotel room. A seedy little venue in London's Kings Cross where very short-term accommodation was commonly available and nobody worried about all sorts of noises from the rooms. Farla walked to the Tube station, the only parts of his spotted pelt not covered by the long, dark coat he wore were his head and paws; the coat hid the French maid's uniform that BlackLeather had ordered him to wear. He fancied that he looked a bit suspicious, like a spy, or perhaps a seedy pervert, the latter of which suited him just fine.

Reaching the hotel, he signed in, walked up the stairs to the second floor and paused for a moment in front of his door, a moment of panic before, shakingly, lifting his paw and knocking. He heard a stirring behind the door, a lock being unbolted and then the door opened. He saw a stunning, black panther, a real Adonis of his species, toned muscles bunched and taut beneath the satin fur. The cheetah's eyes drank in the sight, the panther wearing nothing but a pair of tan shorts, just a little longer than knee length.

The panther eyed Farla up and down, a big grin spreading across his face, his eyes sparkling. The cheetah blushed and looked down, unsure how to react. The panther, noting the unintentional submissive gesture, put his hand on Farla's shoulder, drawing him inside and shutting the door and bolting the lock.

The panther set some ground rules first, the usual things--safeword, nomenclature ("call me Master or Sir, I'll call you whatever I want") and safety (no barebacking)--then told Farla to take off the coat, exposing the maid's outfit. Master walked around the cheetah, inspecting his prize--lifting the skirt of the uniform he found that Farla was wearing normal male boxers, which were immediately deemed to be unsuitable and were replaced in short order by a pair of black latex panties, brought along for just such an eventuality.

Master sat down in an armchair and gestured for Farla to kneel down in front of him. He unzipped the fly on his shorts, exposing his erect member and put his paw behind the cheetah's head, drawing him forward. Farla stared to lap at the panthers soft, furry balls his nose rubbing the cock, filling his head with the scent, his own erection straining in the latex panties. The panther sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as the rough, pink tongue stroked his shaft, before the cheetah placed his lips around it and drew its whole length into his mouth.

Master felt that his new sub wasn't putting an appropriate level of effort into his exercises and, taking hold of Farla's ears, began to force the cheetahs head more vigorously, humping slightly with his hips. With each thrust, the pushed a little further, keeping a keen eye on the cheetah's reactions, to see how far his new sub could go. Farla was no expert, but he had some experience, and was almost able to take the whole of the panther's length into his throat, relishing the display of power from the panther, being controlled.

Master pushed Farla away and stood up, unbuckling his belt and dropping his shorts to the floor. He retrieved a condom from his pocket and rolled it onto himself, as Farla watched. Farla was ordered to the hotel room window, the view wasn't great, a brick wall facing some 30 metres away, but the thrill of what Farla knew to be coming, in even that public a place excited him greatly. Master put some pressure on the cheetah's neck, forcing him to bend slightly, leaning his weight on his arms on the windowsill. The back of his skirts were lifted up and the panties drawn down, he felt the lick of the panther's lubed fingers against his anus, probing and lubricating the passage.

The fingers were removed, replaced by the smooth head of the condommed shaft. Farla was concentrating on relaxing his muscles for the coming entry when Master reached around, and put his fingers into Farla's mouth. The cheetah, somewhat shocked, realizing where the fingers had just been, started to move his head back, to remove the lube-tasting fingers from his mouth but was told in no uncertain terms to suck them clean. The plain order overrode his initial misgivings and he did as he was told, savouring the unfamiliar flavours of lube and arse; the humiliation of the act making him feel dirty and wonderful at the same time.

Master guided his erection into the cheetah's rear, mindful of Farla's relative inexperience, not moving too quickly. Having reached the hilt, he grabbed hold of the cheetah's tail and started, slowly at first, to thrust, small groans and gasps elicited from Farla's lips as he leans against the window in his maid's uniform. Farla felt Masters paw on his shoulder, gasped slightly as the panther's length was withdrawn and was then turned around to face the Panther. Pressure from the paw on his shoulder forced Farla to kneel, the scent from the erect cock no longer unfamiliar to him, he lapped slightly and then took the whole length into his mouth, sucking firmly, almost wishing that there was some filth on the condommed surface to complete his humiliation.

Master again pushed the cheetah away, and returned to the armchair. Removing the condom and then taking hold of his own shaft, he started to pull himself off, already near climax from the previous activities, this didn't take long, his black pelt now stained with white. He told Farla to kneel in front of him and lick him clean; Farla obeyed, lapping up every strand and spot of whiteness before lapping at the now dropping member. The panther then had the cheetah stand and grabbing the other cat's straining member, through the latex panties, pawed until he also came, the white staining the inside of the black panties reminiscent of that on the black fur. To complete Farla's shame, even as his levels of horniness were falling and regret and shame building, he was ordered to drop his panties and lap them clean.

A final order was issued before the two cats parted, Farla was to put the used panties back on for the trip home, and was given several more pairs, which he was to wear as a reminder of his humiliation. They would catch up online to organize their next playdate.