White Surprise Revised
AUTHORS NOTE:
OK, slightly revised this story, name change, couple of spelling errors, few wording changes, nothing big, still just a one off unless a sequel visits me. Oh, and one tiny little tie to my Spreader Bar universe.
DISCLAIMER:
Don't read this if you're under eighteen. Its bad, dirty and will stunt your growth. Ifn you're already over eighteen, its too late for you.
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Elvin 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 , even gotten the occasional guild pass, although he was scared to actually join the guild.
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, hands behind his pack, palms together, 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 from him.
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 of average build.
White nods to herself, "Well, I suppose you will 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, not yet having gotten brave enough to stiffen. At least not until her foot slips between his legs, a toe nudging that member, drawing a quick response from it, and a chuckle from her.
"Well, 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 tail hole a good look. Nodding to herself, she moves her case to the couch, laying it down and opening it, revealing nearly every item a domme 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, he does his best not to move, although he feels 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, pressing his tail down. His cock to stiffens 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, eye to eye with that cock, turning his head up to glare at hir before shaking his head no. Shi chuckles, reaching down to grab his head, amused by his resistance. 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, "You should practice more." 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, "Still, 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.
Elvin 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 arm binder.
"Oh no, no running away, but now you've earned a punishment," driving several inches of cock into him without warning. Pushing forward, shi sighs happily as his hole clenches and all, she'd been hoping he'd misbehave and give him an excuse to do this.
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 tail hole, 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 his 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 hir 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 in a moment of weakness, shi pants, gasps and smiles, resting atop his back, "Good boy, good toy."
Elvin'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. Looking him over, his dark fur plastered with sweat and cum, both his and hirs, "You can keep the binder for now, perhaps i'll come back for it one of these days." Leaving him still clad in that gear, shi pulls hirself free from his tail hole 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 begins freeing himself. Working arms free takes so long, he almost gives up, but being a bachelor, he has no choice to keep working, that, or lay here bound forever... or until someone stumbles upon his body. 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 he enjoyed that, but it 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, or perhaps even live up to hir threat.