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S.M. Wolf

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I fired up my computer and surfed over to my favorite pay porn site. It featured slaves in dungeons that would do whatever the viewers wanted - within reason, of course! Today was payday for me, and I wanted to burn some of my paycheck enjoying a live sex show.

I bought a half hour of live video and started skimming through the rooms available on-line. I wanted a pair of femfurs that was not doing anything. I had some specific plans for the pair tonight, and I wanted them fresh and unused tonight. I finally found them on Channel 37. A mare and an otteress lay around on some cushions talking. They must have just come on-line. I checked the chat bar. No one was talking with them, and the number of users watching was one â€" me. It was exactly what I wanted. I started typing.

Hello!

The pair perked up. "Hello!" they called back. I was pleased to know that I had sound in this room.

Interested in some "fun"?

They looked at each other. There was some whispering between them, and then the mare said, "Sure!"

The pair stood up and waited for my instructions.

I want to check the limits for this room. No blood sport obviously, and I don't want anything too harsh, but I want things that will cause discomfort and probably some minor pain. I also want some lesbian action.

I hit return and waited a moment before adding, Are you game?

I obviously had their attention. There was more whispering back and forth before they turned to the camera and said, "We're in, Master or Mistress."

I clicked on the tip jar icon in the chat bar and dropped $25 into it. There was the ka-ching sound of a cash register on the other end of the video feed. I could see the femfur's eyes light up as they saw the money appear. Both smiled.

One of you will be Dom. The other sub.

They looked at each other. There was some concern on their faces. They whispered back and forth a bit. I had to laugh when they did rock-scissor-paper. The mare did paper. The otteress did rock.

The otteress sighed and turned to the camera and said, "I'm Dom. What do you want me to do, Master or Mistress?"

My ears perked up. The winner got to be sub?! This could be a very, very nice pair with which to play tonight. I dropped another $25 into their tip jar.

I want you to get together the following items for our session:

One bar stool or small table of similar size

One long rope

One pair of pawcuffs

A few dozen clothes pins

A large vibrating dildo

A butt plug

Now get going!

I watched the pair as I typed my list in line by line. Grins appeared on their faces and grew with each line. They scrambled to quickly assemble my list.

When everything was ready the otteress turned to the camera and asked, "What now, Master or Mistress?"

Another user piped up HOLY SHIT!!!

I looked down. Our activity was starting to attract attention. There were now five users.

The otteress scowled. She quickly disappeared out of camera range. PRIVATE CHAT appeared on the chat bar. She had locked out all the other users from saying anything or seeing what I was typing, but the video was still streaming to everyone interested in watching the show.

"Now that that is taken care of," the otteress said as she reappeared in frame, "what would you like us to do, Master or Mistress?"

Position the sub in the middle of the room facing the camera. Arms at her side. Legs together. Make her stare straight into the camera.

The otteress moved the mare into position. I looked over the dappled Appaloosa grey mare. She was breathing a bit fast in anticipation of the fun to come. I smiled.

Put the bar stool to her right. Put everything but the rope on it.

The pail of clothes pins, pawcuffs and dildos were placed on the bar stool. I caught the mare glancing down at them and smiling a bit more.

Make a rope harness on the mare.

The otteress grinned. She uncoiled the rope and doubled it up. She put a knot about a foot from the doubled up end before tossing the rope loop over her partner's head. She tied more knots at strategic locations before running the ends of the ropes between the mare's legs. She gave the rope a hard tug to bring it up into the mare's crotch. I heard some more ka-chings. I checked the chat bar. We now had ten users, and apparently I was not the only one appreciating the show.

I eased out of my clothes as I watched the otteress thread the ends of the rope in and out of the loops formed by the knots on the mare's front side. The rope bit deeper and deeper into the mare's flesh as the otteress finished the harness. When she was done the harness did a very nice job of highlighting the mare's breasts and taut stomach. Before turning back to the camera the otteress spread the mare's pussy lips and worked the rope deep into her partner's cunt. More ka-chings showed the audience's appreciation. There were also now twenty users.

"What next, Master or Mistress?"

Turn her around.

The otteress turned the mare. She grabbed the mare's tail with her left paw and pulled it to the side so her ass was well displayed.

Put on the pawcuffs.

The otteress grinned. She let go of the mare's tail. The mare kept it up and well away from her butt without orders. It was obvious she knew the drill.

The otteress pulled the mare's arms behind her. She took the pawcuffs from the bar stool and put them on the mare's wrists. They made a nice click as they closed and locked. My paw moved south, and I began one-paw typing.

Turn her back to the camera.

The otteress did as instructed.

Play with her boobs. I want her excited and her nips up.

Both femfurs grinned at this command.

The otteress disappeared behind her larger companion. Her arms went around her partner, and her paws began to massage the mare's ample breasts. I noticed that she used her fingers to pinch and pull the mare's flesh. I grinned at the mare's obvious pleasurable reaction to the mild abuse. I had picked a good pair to play with tonight!

Pull on her nipples. Hard!

The otteress grabbed both of the mare's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She pulled up and out. The mare's nipples had to elongate a good inch. The mare squealed in pleasure, not pain at this abuse. I just grinned and added another $25 to the tip jar. At least three others did the same. I glanced at the chat bar. The audience was up to twenty-five and apparently still growing as another fur joined as I watched.

I let the otteress abuse the mare's nipples for ten seconds before issuing my next command.

Place five clothes pins in a semicircle along the lower half of her right breast.

The otteress chirped happily as she read my instructions. Her paw grabbed five clothes pins from the bucket. The otteress grabbed a generous pinch of skin on the mare's right breast and popped a clothes pin onto it. One by one all five went on. The mare's mouth opened slightly, and she breathed harder as each clothes pin as applied, but she did not complain. If anything her smile grew.

Now do the same with her left breast.

The process was repeated. When the otteress was done and stepped back it looked like the mare was wearing two smiley faces on her bosom. The others watching added more cash to the tip jar. I was too busy playing with myself to do the same.

Now take five more clothes pins and put them in a tight line running straight up from her left areole.

The otteress chirped happily again as she read the next bit of abuse she was to dish out. She apparently enjoyed putting clothes pins on her partner. She willingly applied the five clothes pins to form a generous ridge of flesh running vertically above the mare's left nipple.

And now the right.

By the time the otteress was done the mare was breathing hard. Just a hint of white was showing in her eyes. It was obvious though that she was incredibly aroused by her abuse.

Lick her nips.

The otteress complied.  She licked and suckled both luscious towers of pink flesh. I let her go for a minute while I brought myself close to orgasm but held just short.

Put a clothes pin on her right nipple sideways.

The otteress finished her oral play by running her tongue around the mare's right areole and flicking the tip of her nipple with her tongue. She took another clothes pin out of the bucket. She grinned up at the mare. The mare groaned and closed her eyes.

Eyes open!

The otteress slapped the mare on the ass hard and shouted, "Open those eyes! Master or Mistress wants to see them when I clamp down on your sorry nipples."

The mare opened her eyes again. I alternated between watching her face and her right breast as the otteress pulled her nipple out as far as she could and applied the clothes pin to the base of her nipple. The otteress let go, and the mare's flesh snapped back against the hard wood of the clothes pin with a barely audible snap.

Now the left.

The otteress took a bit more time with the left nipple. She seemed to enjoy repeatedly jerking her partner's nipple out and releasing it. She threatened to apply the clothes pin several times before she finally attached it. The mare gave a long, low moan as she felt the pressure applied by the wooden jaws.

Let us see her.

Instead of just standing aside as I had anticipated the otteress moved behind the mare and began to play with the mare's ass as we watched the mare. The audience of thirty-five furs showed their appreciation with many ka-chings as the tip jar was filled. I was too busy cumming for the first time to join in.

After about thirty seconds I continued typing.

Nice. Very nice!

The mare cheerfully replied, "Thank you, Master or Mistress!"

Did I give you permission to speak?

The happy look on the mare's face disappeared.

"No, Master or Mistress. I am sorry."

I think you need to be punished.

I actually was just going to do what I had planned anyway, but putting it in the form of a punishment added more spice to it.

Spread her legs!

The otteress did as instructed. The pulled the mare's hooves far apart and looked back over her shoulder at the monitor for her next instruction. Her smile was gone. She was apparently worried about what form the punishment would take.

Place four clothes pins on her right outer labia. Keep them well spread. At least far enough apart for another clothes pin to fit between them.

The otteress gave little murr as she picked up more clothes pins. She went down on her kneed in front of the mare. I noticed that her smile was back. I wondered if she realized the punishment was a sham and just covered my original plans. I suspected she knew. Either way she was signaling with her body language that she approved of what I was doing.

The otteress pulled her partner's outer pussy lips out and down before attaching the clothes pins. When she was done the mare's pussy was nicely distended. The otteress played with the clothes pins by running her fingers and paws over them several times. The mare groaned again. She was hurting, but it was a special, pleasant kind of hurt that she enjoyed. Right now she would actually object to stopping.

And the right.

Four more clothes pins went on the mare's cunny. The otteress pulled them to the side to expose the wetness of her partner's pink hole. A long series of ka-chings followed.

Three more clothes pins.

Left inner labia.

The otteress chirped happily as she read where she was to put the clothes pins this time. She was getting into this at least as much as me.

It took come work because of the rope going through the mare's pussy slit, but the otteress was able to tease the mare's inner lips out and apply three clothes pins to her. I was watching the proceedings at the mare's pussy, but I could hear the mare's groans and moans of pleasure. She was getting close to cumming.

Three more clothes pins.

Right inner labia.

The otteress complied. When she was done the mare was hopping from hoof to hoof. It was obvious that she was close to an orgasm. I thought she was going to cum as the otteress spread all fourteen clothes pins to open her wide and display the rope cutting deep into her cunt, but she did not. That was good for me. As the ka-chings filled the far off studio I typed in my next order for the otteress.

Take one clothes pin and hide it. Kneel before the mare. Lick her to orgasm. As she cums grab her clit and pop the clothes pin on it.

The otteress grinned wickedly. She obviously approved of my plan.

The otteress stood and walked around the mare. Her paws ran over the equine's body. She played with the clothes pins as well. I saw her take a clothes pin from the bucket while the mare was not looking and hide it in her right paw.

The otteress dropped to her knees. The mare looked down at her. The otteress grinned up at her before burying her muzzle in the mare's large crotch. The sound of licking could be heard for a moment, and then the studio was filled with the mare's wild cries. She was able to resist cumming for a minute, but the otteress was too good to allow her to avoid the inevitable. The mare threw her head back neighed loud and long as pleasure ripped through her body.

The otteress stopped her licking and slipped to one side. She split the ropes to reveal the mare's clit. As with many equines it was large and prominently displayed. The rope rubbing against it had must have been driving her mad with pleasure. It certainly made her clit even more sensitive than normal. The otteress grabbed the mare's clit and pulled it out as far as she could. The mare cried out as another wave of pleasure ran up her spine. The otteress held up the clothes pin. She paused for a few seconds while the mare's orgasm peaked and began to subside. As the first indication of a downturn started she put the clothes pin around her partner's clit and let go. It snapped shut.

The mare screamed shrilly. She hopped back and forth on her hooves. She doubled over. I half expected her to run off camera or attack the otteress. Instead she took a deep breath and screamed again in great pleasure as a third, much larger orgasm took her. It was so intense that it brought her to her knees. The otteress guided her down but then bent her back some so her body was on display for the camera as she continued to orgasm. The mare was oblivious to all of this. All she felt was pleasure she never wanted to end.

I and the others watched. My paws were doing plenty of work on my body as I brought myself off again. I was sure that the other fifty furs watching were doing the same.

It was two minutes before the mare stopped cumming. I had a very pleasant strong climax myself. When I was done I added $100 to the pair's tip jar. A slow but steady string of ka-chings showed that the rest of the audience was enjoying the show as well.

When the mare regained her composure she adjusted her body into a kneeling position. Her knees were well spread and her body on display. I particularly liked the clothes pins sticking out beneath her between her legs. The otteress half curled around her partner and watched the monitor.

Not done yet.

Stand back up.

The otteress assisted the mare back up to a standing position. The mare had to keep her legs well spread to prevent the clothes pins on her pussy from coming off. I just enjoyed the view.

Turn her around.

The otteress turned the mare around. We were treated to a nice view of her ass again.

Put the dildos in the bucket and pick up the bucket.

The otteress frowned in some confusion but complied.

Put the bar stool in front of the mare and bend her over it.

The otteress grinned. I think she had an inkling of what I had planned. She positioned the bar stool and bent the mare forward so that her belly landed on top of the lightly padded seat. She turned the mare's head away from her so that the camera could pick up her expression and waited.

Put the bucket on her back

The bucket went down on the mare's back above the stool.

Use the mare's nectar to lubricate the butt plug. When it is coated, insert it into her ass.

The otteress murred happily. She picked the butt plug out of the bucket. It was about six inches long and two inches across. It would stretch the mare's tail hole nicely going in.

The otteress ran the plug up and down the mare's slit before sliding it in just a bit. She seemed to be enjoying her work way too much. She was constantly chirping and humming happily as she worked the plug deeper into the mare's cunt. She kept the mare on the edge but never allowed her to have an orgasm.

After a minute of this play the otteress pulled the plug out and held it up to the camera. It glistened in the bright studio lights from the mare's juices. She used her left paw to spread the mare's butt cheeks and the ropes wide. The mare's expression turned from pure pleasure to some trepidation as she felt the tip of the butt plug pressed against her anal sphincter. She winced as the otteress slowly pushed the plug into the mare's rectum. She held it just short of the widest part for a moment while the mare wailed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and then withdrew the plug completely. She repeated the insertion and holding before withdrawal several times. Each time the mare's cries got less painful and more horny. The anal abuse was obviously arousing her.

The otteress finished by shoving the butt plug up the mare's ass hole hard. The mare yelped. She shook her bottom back and forth provocatively as she tried to adjust the position of the hard intruder in her rear. The otteress allowed the ropes to cover the base of the butt plug and hold it in position. My left paw went south again, and I resumed one-paw typing.

Use the tip of the dildo to play with her clit and bring her off again. Â Shove the dildo in her pussy as she climaxes.

The otteress grinned and took the long dildo out of the bucket. It was a metal finish torpedo design about ten inches long and an inch-and-a-half in diameter. She walked around to the mare's head and displayed the dildo to her partner.

"Master or Mistress wants this in you, and I am going to enjoy putting it in your pussy!"

The mare whinnied again. It was hard to tell if it was in fear or anticipation. I was thinking anticipation. She seemed to be a natural sub and enjoy mild abuse like this.

The otteress knelt beside the mare's left flank. She started to rub the tip of the dildo over the mare's clit.

When she is close, release the clothes pin on her clit.

The otteress grinned. I am sure she knew what effect that would have on the mare. First, though, she turned on the vibrator in the dildo. The sudden strong vibrations sent an electric shock through the mare's clit. She jumped and neighed, but quickly settled down.

The otteress continued to run the vibrating dildo over the mare's clit. She was building quickly towards another climax as was I, but the otteress managed to draw it out by moving the tip of the dildo around to the mare's labia. Not that the touch of the powerfully vibrating dildo was much less arousing on the abused pink flesh of the mare's pussy lips. She obviously enjoyed it wherever the dildo touched her sex.

Just as the mare seemed to be ready to climax, the otteress pressed the tip of the dildo hard against the mare's clit. She grabbed the clothes pin and opened it. Blood rushed back into the mare's clit. Combined with the vibrating dildo the sensations of pleasure and pain were overwhelming. The mare had a mind-blowing climax. Her yelling almost overwhelmed my speakers. I had to turn the volume down rapidly to prevent my own ears from being hurt. The otteress just grinned and continued to use the dildo to maximum advantage to draw out the mare's climax. Her efforts were rewarded with many ka-chings of their tip jar being filled as the audience of over two hundred furs admired the pair.

A minute later the mare was lying limp over the bar stool with her head and tail hanging low. Her climax had totally drained her. That did not stop the otteress. She stood up and pressed the tip of the lido against the mare's dripping snatch. With the heel of her paw she shoved it into the mare with a single motion until just the last bit of the base was still visible. The noise of the vibrator grew muffled under the soft flesh of the mare, but I could still hear the deep thrum as the vibrator continued operating.

The mare perked back up and looked over her shoulder at the otteress. She in turn looked at the monitor.

How many clothes pins are left?

The otteress counted quickly.

"A dozen, Master or Mistress."

Start on her left and put all twelve across her ass along the crease between her butt and her thighs.

The otteress chirped happily as she took out the first clothes pin and applied it to the mare's ass. The pain of the clothes pins returned the mare to some semblance of awareness. By the time the twelfth and final clothes pin was applied she her head was back up, and she was looking back over her shoulder into the camera. I was guessing that she was wondering what was to come next, but I did not care. I looked at the timer. I had two minutes and ten seconds left.

Last act.

Grab her tail and hold it straight up. Brush away her tail hairs so her ass is completely exposed.

The otteress did as I ordered and looked back at the monitor.

Spank her for the next two minutes. I want her behind to have a nice glow when you are done.

The otteress; muzzle nearly split in two from her grin. She raised her right paw and began to spank the mare's buttocks and flanks. She was definitely not pulling her shots. The sound of paw striking padded flesh was like the crack of a gun in the small studio.  The mare did not seem to mind. She was soon gyrating her butt around to encourage the otteress.

I watched for the two minutes I had left. My paws were working hard on my own body, and I came twice before my time was out. Just before the video stream stopped I clicked on the tip jar and deposited $200 more.

Great job. See you again in two weeks.

The screen went blank. I had no idea what would happen next. I was sure that the pair had plenty of admirers who would continue the fun, but I was done for the night. I crawled to the shower and turned it on.

As I cleaned up I could not help but think I had just blown my entire paycheck on the two femfurs. It would be macaroni-and-cheese and Ramen noodles for the next two weeks for me! Still, I could not help but think but it was worth it. I had a great evening playing around at home, and the video I captured would keep me entertained for many cold winter nights to come.

And in two more weeks, I could do it all over again.