Nylon High, a Tale of Lust and Rope
This is a little one-shot story I wrote while I am still blocked on how to progress with my main story series. I tried to explore a bit more with my writing style by using the in Media Res writing technique (not sure if that's the spelling) so if it seems like the story is jumping around...it is. ;) Don't worry, it all comes together at the ahem, crechendo. I also think that this could fit into the same 'world' as my main story series, and if people like it enough, maybe I'll write a little more about this couple, or the club.
As always, if you are not old enough to be exposed to adult content, don't read this, and the characters are pretty much all plucked out of my head, and so belong to me.
Otherwise, enjoy!
"That will be twenty dollars for the entrance fee, minus the ten dollars for your first event pass. We hope you enjoy your night here at the club."
Rachael nodded, somewhat timidly, to the receptionist as she dug into her purse for the ten-dollar entry fee into the club. The bunny that acted as the registrar waited with a pleasant smile as Rachel fished out the bill. The bunny looked like she would go completely unnoticed in public if it were not for the web of leather straps that covered what Rachael could see of her upper body. The leather straps were barely decent for public wear; they criss-crossed over the bunny's breasts so they preserved some modicum of decency, but exposed wide expanses of soft-looking cream-colored fur. Rachael self-consciously rubbed a hand over her own somewhat faded jeans and could not help but look down at the worn shoes and "Frenzied Furs" band shirt she wore that covered her white and black fur with her oh-so-plain striped skunk pattern. She also stole looks at the other furs in the reception area that waited to get into the club event for the night. There were male and female wolves standing to the side in casual clothes, similar to hers. They talked quietly to each other while the male held a large workout bag. In another part of the entrance area a feline woman was wearing, well, a latex cat suit that covered practically every inch of her body. There was also a small group of four, two fox women chatting with a badger and bear; they all casually ignored that the foxes were wearing almost nothing but fishnet body stockings and stiletto heeled boots.
"Since this is your first time here, even though you have been through orientation we have a couple of things for you to sign,"
Rachael took the proffered clipboard with a bunch of forms stapled at the top as the bunny continued,
"Just go ahead and initial in all the areas to the left detailing the club rules, no photography, you must be clothed to exit the building, you will not intentionally damage the club, the equipment or anything else here, and then sign at the bottom that you are legal, etc...it's all pretty standard stuff."
Rachael nodded again as she read the forms and initialed where indicated, and finally signed at the bottom. She took a deep breath and handed the clipboard back to the receptionist.
"That's it! You're all done, thank you for coming to Club Subfur tonight! Enjoy your night and if you have any questions you can find our help staff or find me, I'm Amy."
The bunny then gave a playful giggle and a wink,
"And don't stress at all, everyone here is glad to meet new people, we'll make you feel welcome. The event is just starting so go ahead and go on in."
Rachael looked around and noticed that the other furs had gone in to the main area of the club. She looked back to Amy, gave another timid smile and replied,
"Thanks, I...I'm Rachael, I'm glad to meet you."
She then turned and walked through the entryway into the club proper...
*
"Hi there, are you Rachael?"
Rachael looked up into the smiling face of a wolf as he approached the table. He was dressed in a white button down dress shirt, tucked into a pair of simple black slacks. The simple, stark colors matched well with the grey fur visible covering his fine, long muzzle and where it peeked out from the undone top two buttons on his shirt. He offered his hand as he tilted his head to the side in a gesture of curious interest. As she reached out to take his hand, she managed the bravery to reply,
"Y...yes I am, I'm pleased to meet you. Tim?"
"Yes I am. I'm very glad you decided to respond to me online. I didn't want you to think all of us were going to try and carry you off and lash you silly on the first meeting. Mind if I sit?"
When he took her hand the wolf gave a rakish half-bow and kissed the back, while he made sure that he lingered a moment so his breath caressed the dampened fur on the back of Rachael's hand. Rachael shivered just a moment as Tim answered his own question and pulled out the chair and sat down opposite Rachael. He kept a confident smile on his face even as he released her hand. His long tail wagged slowly behind him, while hers was straight and tense behind her, as though she could wrap it around herself into a blanket that would protect her from anyone that watched. He did not give her a moment to create a gap of silence between them before he was off again down his verbal trail of thought and continued the conversation as though she had answered her question.
"I know this might be a bit disconcerting for you, meeting some fur that you've chatted with online, and only seen my pictures of the work I've done with others in my gallery. It encourages me though, it says you are brave enough to risk for something you are interested in doing, even if it could be strange or put you in an uncomfortable position. So, why did you choose to meet me?"
The compliment, even half-hidden in the casual remark caused a blush to run through Rachael's cheeks and ears, so that she could barely help herself as she ducked her head even as she replied.
"W...well, I've been looking online, and I've been interested in some of the photography I've seen. The rope stuff looks really interesting; I loved that piece with the black-furred kitty tied up in the red rope, hanging from a frame..."
Once Rachael started talking, the words came out in a rush. She finally had someone to express the thoughts that had been running through her head ever since she went online and found pictures of Shibari. She explained her interest in rope bondage and in the pictures of women bound like decorative pieces or secured to frames and cages while others worked on their bodies in all sorts of positions she never explored before.
Tim sat back comfortably while the Rachael went on about his work; a half-amused expression on his face. It was an interesting way to hear how others viewed his work, though he wasn't sure what he made of this skunk that said she felt connected with some ropework done by someone she had never met before When she stopped to take a breath, Tim held up his hand in a way that interrupted her train of thought.
"If the photography and the art interest you so much, perhaps you would like to help me. You see, I have a badger woman named Emelia coming by later today. She contracted me for a series of modeling photos; she hopes to set herself up as a professional bondage model for those who enjoy women with larger frames. I could use a hand with the rigging, prep work and takedown work for the shoot. It would also give you the opportunity to see someone roped up in person, and learn some of the practicalities."
He flashed a broader smile when the confused look crossed her features; he almost anticipated the question from her lips before she asked it,
"Practicalities? What do you mean? Don't you just tie them up to a frame?"
He tsked a touch and then chuckled in return as he answered,
"Oh no, there is much more to it I'm afraid. You have to be aware of how the ropes will squeeze their bodies, where they might strain the muscle and joints. There is also blood flow constriction to consider, if you tie someone too tight, or suspend them from the wrong places it can cause certain bad things to happen."
She shook her head a little; apparently, his frank comments on some of the dangers probably broke the little fantasy in her head. It was probably for the best in his mind, to break them of those notions early; it makes this so much easier when they finally started delving into rope bondage and how it changed a fur once they became involved in that lifestyle.
*
The interior of the club wasn't what Rachael expected. It was a converted warehouse space, and so some evidence of that remained. They had done their best to give it a closed in feel by painting it in dark colors. Reds and black paint helped it seem smaller, but some evidence of the nature of the place remained. Large columns interspersed the room evenly as supports, and the ceiling looked like it likely was tall enough that two or three furs could stand on each other's shoulders and not touch the top. It also had industrial and stage lighting hanging from frames around the ceiling, while large metal chains hung from loops and eyebolts in the ceiling.
Decorators mitigated the industrial look of the club with attempts to make the place look comfortable. Various couches and futons were spaced around the space, along with beanbags, and at least one or two loveseats or lounges. There were low tables here and there where furs placed drinks, bags, and personal effects, though one or two looked a touch unusual. They were flat-topped, with bars all around them joined to a flat bottom. The walls were decorated with paintings and photographs, some very explicit, some quite artistic. Overall it was much more comfortable looking then she had assumed. Rachael wondered where the toys, the implements, the racks and the frames she expected were. It looked like the club could be an ordinary lounge, if it weren't for the various furs dressed in fetish clothes chatting and lounging in the seats.
Rachael licked her lips and quietly stepped to the side as another group of furs walked past her into the main space. The group was chatting animatedly to each other about their jobs, and they quickly joined the stocking-wearing foxes next to one of the couches. Rachael nervously curled her tail around herself and combed her clawtips through the long fur in one of her usual gestures of discomfort, before she sidled a bit to the side, out of the way of the furs as they entered the club.
A bear in a kilt and black t-shirt stepped away from one of the groups. Rachael noticed his t-shirt had a picture of two bears curled around each other, with a little text beneath it that read "Bears do it for months!" She also noticed a badge around his neck as he stopped in front of her; it read "Ambassador".
"Hi there! I'm Luke, I noticed that you appear new here, I hope we're not too scary," the bear said in a jovial voice. He flashed a wide smile, which Rachael could not help but notice had quite a few rather large, sharp teeth.
"Oh, hi. I'm Rachael, I umm, well no, it's not scary, this is just my first time here..." She trailed off as she glanced around a bit, but it appeared that no one else was paying attention to their conversation.
"Well that's great! We love new folks here, I am one of the staff here, I am an ambassador. If you have any questions, want to see anything about the club, or even just admire some fur and are looking for an introduction, you can talk to anyone with this badge," He pointed to his bright yellow badge before he continued, "and we'll do our best to help you. We can also get other staff if you need access to a private space, or need any particular toy or other. So are you here alone tonight? Braving the big scary BDSM club all on your own?"
She shook her head and answered with a small smile, "No, I'm meeting a friend here tonight; he said he has plans for me." She blushed as she continued, "He asked me some pretty specific questions before tonight, I umm, am not..." A loud SMACK off to the side interrupted her sentence. She looked over, startled.
Sometime while she was in the corner and chatted with the ambassador, someone had set up a St. Andrews in one of the open spaces. The feline in the latex cat suit was striking a long flogger against her forearm while she stood the side, while right next to her a grey furred skunk stripped off a pair of leather pants and a white t-shirt. Rachael was somewhat shocked to see he wore nothing beneath, and seemed unconcerned about as he exposed his toned body, and a rather half-hard cock. The feline leaned in and spoke into the skunk's ear, while one hand dropped down and squeezed his length as it grew. Rachael turned back when she heard a deep baritone chuckle from right next to her; Luke followed her gaze and gave a knowing wink when he saw her look back to him.
"That's Talya and Kevan; they always seem to get going quickly. They only see each other here at the club, so when they get together it seems like they jump right in. They can be a blast to watch, since they are great exhibitionists, and she is amazing with a flogger." He gave another big grin.
Rachael was about to say something, when she suddenly felt hands on her shoulders, and a firm grip pulled her back against someone's chest. She turned her head and looked over, seeing the grey muzzle of her date standing behind her and slightly to the side. He flashed her a smile and then looked to the bear,
"Luke M'friend! I see you have found my little lost skunk tonight," he then turned his head to her and smiled, "I hope our illustrious ambassador helped you pass the time until I arrived. No trying to take advantage of the new folk I hope." He suggested with mock sternness to Luke.
"Not at all Tim, I was just introducing her to the club, and pointing out a couple of the faster working furs around here. So, this is your date tonight eh," he continued to Rachael, "I would say good luck, but I suspect you are in better hands then even you know." He gave a little wave, "It was a pleasure to meet you Rachael, I bet you will have a great time."
"Ummm, thank you, I hope I will too." She replied as she watched the bear turn away and rejoin one of the other groups. She then looked back to Tim and up into his muzzle. She suppressed a little tremble at the feeling of him as he touched her, especially when his hand dropped down and squeezed her rear. "So what do you have in mind tonight," she asked a little timidly. He merely grinned to her as he looked down,
"Later...for now, let me introduce you to a few people you might want to meet. You'll definitely want to watch some of the scenes here tonight before we get to ours. Here, come on and I'll help you meet the gang." He slipped his hand back up to her shoulder and gently guided her towards the group...
*
She was flying! She may not have wings, but she floated above the floor, and gravity was not having any part of her. That she was also naked, and could barely move, hardly mattered. Rachael was suspended from a large wooden frame in one corner of Tim's apartment. It was a cleverly constructed collapsible type frame that he kept out of the way when company was over and brought out later for photo shoots.
Rachael was very familiar with the frame after she worked with Tim over the past couple of weeks. After she helped Tim with that badger girl on the day they first met, Rachael worked as Tim's assistant every time he did a professional shoo. She worked with furs of all shapes and sizes, as well as both genders, Tim was completely unbiased in whom he worked with. She helped him rig up the badger in a tight rope corset that emphasized her huge breasts and hips, and then watched as he put her up with a harness around her thighs and under her shoulders. She helped him with a slender mink couple that wanted to be captured on film while they were fucking, bound in a tight harness that made sure that they could not pull away until both had cum messily, and multiple times. She even helped him with a rail-thin salamander girl that had a fetish for hook suspensions; the salamander ended up off the ground with almost a dozen strong flesh hooks pierced through her skin that distended her flesh as she swung.
Each fur that Rachael helped was new and different, and each time she blushed, and stammered her way through Tim's instructions on how to place the rope, where the position the cameras, even how to turn a naked fur so that their best side was exposed for a shot. Despite his professional nature, she always seemed shocked by having a fur so casually naked in front of her. Yet after every shoot, the skunk girl could not deny the ache between her thighs and the frustration she had that Tim insisted on taking things slow with her. She didn't tell him that she went home after every session and masturbated furiously to the visions in her head, the thought of being in the rope. She even had lengths of the same soft nylon rope he used in his scenes. She dragged the rope tightly between her thighs and over her clit while she masturbated at home. She imagined flying, and when she came, she always thought of floating.
Now she had her wish; he tied her in the frame, suspended four or five feet off the floor. A diamond harness criss-crossed her chest, it squeezed her breasts as her weight settled into the rope. They bulged and seemed bigger as the harness tightened and pinched. Another harness circled her hips and thighs. The lower harness bound her legs together and almost completely immobilized her as she hung face down towards the floor. Her arms were bound behind her, so she essentially was a plank hanging at a 45-degree angle from the floor, unable to move....and she loved it. It didn't matter at all that she was naked, that Tim used one rope and bound her tail up so her ass was exposed from behind.
Tim cinched the last rope in place and circled around to the front of Rachael's body. He tilted his head to the side and smiled at the sight of the nude and bound skunk as she hovered above the floor. He had plans, but first, "How is that, is it all right? Where does it hurt," he asked her, as he looked at her closed eyes and the blissed out look on her face.
"Oh, umm...." She blinked as she looked at him, then took a moment and focused. A blush crept into her features as she replied, "the harness around my chest is making it a little harder to breathe, and it umm, pinches my breasts. The hip harness is riding up just a little bit, but otherwise it feels fine." She looked up and gave him a startling, beautiful smile.
"Well...the harness is supposed to pinch your breasts, what fun would it be if it didn't?" He teased her, as he had so often when he saw her blush while working on other furs. He reached forward and ran his fingertips along the undersides of her breasts, then flicked his fingertips along her nipples, which provoked a lovely little squeak, before Rachael ducked her head and her blush deepened.
"See?" He chuckled and took a step or two away from her, "Now how about we get a couple of pictures to commemorate this, eh?" They already agreed to the photos before they started, so he picked up the camera and started taking pictures of Rachael from different angles, different positions.
Rachael was feeling quite a different then she expected. The floating, the immobility, almost seemed 'safe' to her, but when the camera started clicking she rapidly felt her ears flame with her embarrassment at her nudity. She couldn't resist another feeling though, she felt a steady warmth building between her thighs. His teasing of her nipples started it, but now with the camera clicking away she found that every squirm rubbed her thighs together, which just made her more and more sensitive.
"You look fantastic, but I think you would look better in some natural light, hold on while I get the curtains," Tim said as he walked towards the windows. Usually he kept the apartment curtains closed so he could control all the lighting, but he had done a few shoots where natural light made a huge difference, so he had two large southern facing windows.
Rachael jerked a bit in her bonds and her eyes snapped open, "No...umm, please don't." She asked softly, which caused Tim to stop in his tracks and look back at her, "What if someone could see us, umm, me," she asked and then blushed a little bit more.
"Well, you know no one can see in here, we've done this before...." He looked at her suspiciously, and then gave a soft inhalation of breath. There it was, he had not noticed while taking photos, but he definitely scented Rachael's arousal as it grew. He grinned widely before he continued, "Of course, I can't be sure...someone could be looking in right now. I could open these curtains and there could be a window cleaner right there and they would see you naked, bound and exposed." He placed the camera on a table and walked over to Rachael, where he could see her as she squirmed more in her bonds.
Rachael, on her side, was feeling a definite heat and wetness every time she moved her thighs. She licked her muzzle as she felt another blush pass through her as Tim teased her verbally, and it seemed like every word translated from her ears right to her crotch. A small whimper escaped her muzzle before she replied, "Please don't. I think this is good enough light," she protested as she looked up almost pleadingly as Tim approached. She tried to shift, to hide, but the ropes prevented that, and somehow that made things even hotter; it distracted her enough that she didn't notice Tim as he stepped up beside her and slipped two fingers between her thighs. She gasped as she felt him finally discover how she felt, how she was practically soaking.
Tim's fingers slid along Rachael's folds lightly, he was frankly amazed how quickly she coated his fingers, and how much she managed to squirm even in the rope harnesses. He could see her muscles flex beneath her luxurious coat, and he smiled as he leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Ohh, but see, there could be a whole audience out there, watching you as you squirm, watching my fingers as they sliiide inside you." He kept his tone low, at this point her eyes closed anyway, she obviously wasn't focused on anything but him as he pressed his fingers into her canal and felt as she squeezed so tightly with her legs bound together. "They would see how much you got off on being in the air..." He continued as his fingers caressed her inner heat.
Rachael was lost in the sensations, the ropes tightened, squeezed, caressed over her entire body, they drove her as crazy as the wolf's fingers as he explored her tight pussy. She could barely heard his words now, the low murmuring about how other furs would admire her, love to watch her, would get off to seeing her naked body lost specific definition; it just was something else that heightened the waves of arousal that grew inside her. The pleasure found a focus when she felt something brush against her clit. It was not a long caress, but the sudden spike focused everything to that point. Another caress to her clit and her entire body shuddered as she came. While she trembled with the release, she felt the ropes as they embraced and held her tight.
Tim carefully supported Rachael as he undid the ropes and lowered her to the floor. She practically collapsed against him, he caught her and gently led her over to the couch where he placed a sheet and pulled her down with him. She panted lightly and immediately clutched him and curled up against him. His hand circled down to her hip and hugged her close to him as he felt the shivers pass through. A sly smile passed across his muzzle as he brought his other hand up and tasted with his tongue across his fingers. She was sweet and musky; it was a taste he definitely wanted again. He leaned down and then whispered softly in her ear, "If you liked that...there is this club I think I really want to take you to..."
*
Rachael stood nervously in one of the darkened corners of the club. Tim and she had done a circuit of the room and he had introduced her to more furs then she ever met at one time in her life. She knew she could not remember half of the names though, especially once other scenes started throughout the club.
As the evening progressed, more of the various furs found partners and groups and made use of the facilities. Rachael saw a husky girl squirming on a cross as her gecko partner tormented her with something Tim told her was a 'violet wand' that cracked and hummed with electricity. It provoked a jump whenever the gecko touched the husky. She witnessed furs being whipped, tied up, beaten with floggers, even fucked or brushed with alcohol and lit on fire in plain view of others of the club.
The newness of it fascinated her endlessly. The atmosphere also grew heavy with the various species' pheromones and the scent of their arousal. It was no wonder that she already felt a bit warm between her thighs; her she was breathing heavier and she squirmed a little in place while Tim set up a suspension rig behind her. She wanted to watch him, but all the other furs around her in various stages of pain or pleasure wrenched her attention back to them. So she was still surprised when Tim walked up beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to jump,
"I'm all set now," he said, an impish smile on his muzzle when he noticed how her attention was on everyone else. He stripped down to a pair of black jeans, so that his grey-furred and muscular chest was all ready exposed. "I thought I asked you to get ready while I was setting up, didn't I?" He scolded her, his tone still amused.
"Ummm, right....you wanted me to get ready," she ducked her head. She blushed furiously as she knew exactly what he meant. When he suggested the idea the idea of being naked in a club originally it almost made her back out when they originally discussed it. Something made her hesitate though she could not say what, and she eventually agreed to his request. She tugged off her t-shirt and dropped it to the side with his bags, which freed her breasts, since she hadn't bothered to wear any kind of bra. Her jeans were another thing, when she unbuttoned them and pushed them to the floor she revealed a small lacy pair of panties. Tim couldn't hide his smile when he all ready saw a spot of wetness on the thin fabric.
Rachael blushed furiously and curled her tail around her as her hands went to her panties, "Are you sure this is ok?" She asked weakly, a small form of protest now that she actually faced being completely naked in the club.
"Yes, it's ok...everyone here has seen nudity before, though I'm sure some of them will want second looks at your sexy body," he replied with a wink, which provoked another blush from Rachael, before she finally pushed the white panties down and put them with her other clothes.
She crossed her arms across her chest and held her tail around her, while she hid her body vainly at least a little longer as she glanced around. A few furs looked her way, but most were involved in their own scenes and barely paid attention to her, a fact that relieved Rachael as Tim gestured her over onto a sheet he spread on the floor below his suspension rings. She walked over and stood where he instructed, with her back to the rest of the room.
Tim walked around her a moment as he admired her very sexy, voluptuous body. There was something about her that radiated innocence, but was very sensual, and it drove him nuts. He exerted a monumental as he stayed in control through their time together, and now he finally was going to get the chance to play with her. He reached into his bag and brought out a black silk blindfold, and when he placed it over her eyes, she let out a nervous little 'meep' at the darkness. "There you go, now you don't have to worry about anyone watching you." He murred in her ear, while his hands gently held her shoulders, "All you have to do is enjoy and concentrate on your other senses." He turned her around again. He felt her shiver at the caress before he went to his rope bag and retrieved his tools.
Rachel's breathing came harder once the blindfold went around her eyes. Without her sight she was not able to see if anyone else watched her, but suddenly so many other things came into focus. She could hear the whishSMACK of floggers as they landed to one side of her, as well as moans that came from one of the private rooms in another part of the club. She could even hear the shuffling as Tim retrieved his bag and moved up next to her, so she was not surprised when he spoke into her ear, "Arms up Rachael, time for your first harness." She nodded and raised her arms above her, and she felt the first loop of soft nylon rope as it wrapped around her chest, underneath her breasts.
Tim worked quickly on her, the nylon dragged through her fur deliciously as he tied it into a pentagram harness over her chest. She barely resisted squirming at the feeling of the running rope, though with each tug the rope snugged up and compressed her. Each tight tie helped her; she felt just a little more secure. Her thoughts focused on the way the rope squeezed her breasts as he tightened the harness in front, and secured the knots in back, and a sigh of pleasure escaped her when he finally finished the harness. His hands then captured her wrists and pulled them behind her back. She complied willingly, and she felt the rope around her forearms as he bound them together just above the small of her back. He stepped away, and for a moment, there was nothing except the glorious feeling of the tight harness around her chest, and the security of the nylon as it bound her and kept her upper body immobile.
Tim looked over the blindfolded skunk and couldn't help the giddy smile that stayed on his muzzle. Rachael looked stunning in rope, all her tension left, but she retained that seductive innocence. It showed through in the photos he had of her. He retrieved the second set of ropes. This was the important set, so that he could truly enjoy what was to come. He walked to her and bound her hips and thighs. Unlike the previous harness they did at his apartment, he put a variation of a 'gunslinger' hip harness on her. He could feel her squirm at the different sensation as he put the cross lines in the back of her thighs rather than at the front, but that was necessary for the face down position. With an another smile he quickly took a rope and circled Rachael's waist with it, while he captured her voluminous tail in the loop,
"What...what's that?" Rachael asked, while her tail squirmed slightly as he restrained it. She shifted for a moment at the odd sensation, especially since it left her completely exposed. Rachael shivered again as he leaned in and gave a light little flick of his tongue against the back of her ear. "Don't worry about it, just relax, you're going to enjoy it." He murred again in her ear, which provoked another fit of tingles that coursed through her body..
Rachael barely stayed still as Tim walked away again, by now she could tell where he was roughly by the sounds of his footsteps on the hard floor of the club. She still felt very warm between her thighs, but the rope around her waist and the unusual harness on her hips confused her a little bit. The loop around her waist made it hard as she stood completely still, since her tail wanted to wave back and forth. She hadn't decided if she completely liked it or not when Tim returned. She felt something tug at the harness around her chest, and she decided that he was getting ready for the suspension, especially when he pulled her up and she felt the harness as it tightened and squeezed her chest, not to mention how it tugged her breasts uncomfortably. Her suspicions were confirmed when she felt the tugging for a moment at her waist and at her thighs, then suddenly with a fast, smooth pull she was up! She gasped at the sudden sensation when she left the ground. However, something felt a little different, and with a startled realization, she noticed the position spread her legs open behind her.
Tim looked over Rachael's prone body, he could see the blush in her ears, and when she whimpered lightly he knew that she realized her position, finally. He licked his muzzle; that initial elevation was always a touch tough to do smoothly, but now the hard part was over. He quickly finished the securing suspension, cuffs around her ankles, and a third rope that went to the loop around her waist, so that he made absolutely sure that she couldn't go anywhere. He looked at his handiwork, and at last, finally, he let his restraint go. The scent of her arousal teased him ever since she took off her clothes, and he wasn't about to let that go any longer. He slipped between her thighs. He ran his fingertips along the insides of her legs, and parted them while he provoked a squirm and another whimper from the skunk girl before he finally reached his goal. His muzzle was mere inches from her heated sex. Even there he felt her heat; her scent nearly overpowered him, so he ducked inwards.
The first contact of Tim's tongue against Rachael's sex was like lightning through her body. When she realized how exposed she was, it seemed as though it just opened the floodgates to her arousal. She was sure she blushed head to toe, but as the wolf's skilled tongue slid over her sex, she couldn't bring up any strength to object. Being bound in body seemed to bind her inhibitions as well, and when his tongue pressed deeply into her pussy an unrestrained moan escaped from her muzzle. She writhed against the ropes as best she could, but they held her tightly and thwarted any attempt to get away from, or press even more against that probing tongue. Tim seemed to find all those sensitive spots inside her, and before long, she felt her body as it tensed on the edge of her peak. When she felt the pressure of two fingers slide into her sex, exactly when his tongue slid across her clit she couldn't hold back and she felt her body release in waves of pleasure.
Tim's muzzle almost ended up coated when Rachael's climax hit. He didn't think he could be further surprised, but when she almost squirted in his face he was delighted as he was treated to more of her musky wetness. He continued to lick her and hold his fingers inside her heat while she rode out her orgasm. He felt her clench hard against his fingers as she writhed against the ropes. He stayed between her thighs until he felt her go limp against the ropes, and then moved around her body again. His erection was painful in his pants, and with a low growl he finally undid the fastenings and allowed it free. He tossed his pants to the side, as he didn't bother with underwear, then reached up to the rigging ropes. As Rachael panted and moaned as she came down from her orgasm, he adjusted the ropes and then carefully lowered her body, dropping her to a good level before he walked around to the front of her body.
Rachael still panted when she felt Tim against her side, and then the sudden motion when she felt herself drop a couple of feet. A quiet meep escaped her; she suspected her time in the suspension was over, when she felt herself stop, still in the air. Tim's footsteps moved around her body, towards her head. When she scented a strong, male aroma in front of her, she knew exactly why he moved her. He didn't say anything, but his hand caressed under her chin, and she opened her muzzle eagerly. She tasted his slightly salty cock first as he brushed it against her tongue, and she mmmmed as she ran her tongue around the underside. She hadn't tasted a male in a long time, and she found that she was suddenly hungry for it. The ropes tied tightly around her made her feel so secure, so sexy, and kindled lust she didn't know she had. She sucked on him as he pressed to her muzzle, and as she surrounded him, his hands went to the back of her neck. She whined and moaned, since she couldn't do more than that with her mouth full of his length, as much as she wanted to.
Tim was frankly surprised at the unbridled lust that seemed to come from Rachael, it seemed she would have jumped on his cock if he hadn't restrained her. He held onto her and pumped his hips back and forth so that his cock slid in and out of her hot muzzle, all the while her tongue slid over and around his sensitive shaft. He loved the sensation, and as much as he had played with other furs, few had the pure intensity that apparently released from Rachael when she let herself go into the rope. He almost fucked her muzzle so that she swayed a little back and forth in the harness and still she took his length fully and eagerly. Little sounds escaped her muzzle, and his own breathing accompanied harsh breaths and growls of pleasure as he fully savored the feelings surrounding his cock as it even occasionally brushed the back of her throat. Rachael's body flexed and moved in the rope, as if she could somehow take him deeper if she just tried harder. It was an amazing sight, and one that he could only take for so long. He felt his own peak crescendo; it barely gave him any warning at all, all the desire he suppressed earlier made a mockery of his control, and he quickly shot into her waiting muzzle.
Thick, salty, delicious streams of Tim's cum covered her tongue. She expected it, as she felt him tense, and grow harder just before he came. She sucked on his length and did her best to coax every blast from his cock as he thrust into her muzzle and held there. She gulped quickly as she felt the liquid heat stream down her throat and found that the position almost completely suppressed her gag reflex. It almost prevented her from breathing, also, but that didn't matter, she was so entirely focused on the feeling of his luscious wolfcock as it spasmed inside her muzzle. She even whimpered when he finally withdrew; she played her tongue along his cock in one long lick to coax out the last bits, and smiled inwardly when she felt him shiver all the way through his body, translated through his dick. She panted when she finally got her breath back. She expected he was done, but when he didn't release her and she felt him move behind her, she broke into a giddy grin as she anticipated what was next.
Tim was still hard, it almost never happened that he stayed hard between orgasms. Then again he had never orgasmed so quickly from oral sex before, either. Rachael's body was too much for him to resist, it tantalized him; the transformation of the bound skunk mesmerized him. She twisted and turned, it looked like she even tried to showing off, quite a bit different from the shy skunk from before. He hadn't intended to fuck her, but the way she moved, and the way she seemed to beg for it was too much. He grabbed one of the ultra-thin, lubed condoms the club kept handy and ripped it open, before he slid it over himself and moved between her thighs again. She didn't even need the lube, she was still soaked, with his hands on her thighs he braced himself and slid into her clinging pussy easily. He was not particularly vocal, but he couldn't help a moan of pleasure as he felt her cling to him and stretch around his length. She moaned as well, so if there was any objection it did not come from her. He felt her thighs clench and try and squeeze around him, but she couldn't get any traction in the ropes. He had all the control; she could only fly as he fucked her.
For Rachael, the feeling of him inside her while she flew was nearly impossible to process. She wanted to grab him, she wanted to lock her legs around him, she wanted to claw and bite as he moved in and out of her. All she could do though was take him. The tight nylon that exposed her so well also made sure that she was completely for his use. She heard her moans escape her lips as if she were outside her body, especially as the rubbing of the rope focused her sense of touch. She could feel every inch of his cock; she could feel the slight twisting of the rope as she swayed with his movements, she could feel the cooler air as it caressed her bound breasts and pronounced nipples. She lost complete control of her body as she felt orgasm after orgasm pulse through her, as though the intense spasms through her body could trap him and milk him dry.
Tim felt the near continuous squeezing of Rachael's pussy around his latex clad-length. The condom did nothing to deaden the sensation of liquid fire as she drew her muscles against him. He braced himself with the ropes and fucked her faster, harder. He rode her from one orgasm to the next as he felt his own peak grow so quickly. His breathing matched hers as he felt her as she struggled, squirmed, and trembled against the ropes. He buried himself as far into her as he could go, pulled her tight to him with the advantage of the ropes, and then let his peak hit him. He could feel the condom swell as he dumped what felt like most of the fluid in his body into it, so intense was his orgasm. He held her against him, he stayed inside her as he felt the trembles pass through him and his knees go weak, something he could not allow while she was still suspended in his rope. He panted and leaned over the bound skunk and just murrred in her ear. He was not quite able to articulate any words quite yet, though he was gratified when she simply returned with the same sound. His muzzle split in a dumbstruck, happy grin, before process, habit and routine took hold of him. He withdrew from her body and stripped off the condom, tossed it in the trash, then freed Rachael from her bindings.
Rachael continued to pant, she was barely coherent as she felt the floor underneath her knees. Rope loosened from her body, and with it came a whole host of new sensory input. New aches, new pains radiated across her body where the rope twisted, or constricted her while she struggled Several places complained where her joints stayed for just that little too long and grew stiff. She also felt the dull ache, the emptiness that she missed the sensation of Tim's length inside her. Her muscles seemed curiously unable to take her weight, but when the ropes came loose and she slumped to the side, she felt Tim's strong arms around her as they pulled her against him. She moaned and leaned back gratefully, she basked as she felt his whole body against her while she picked up the slightly sour mixed scent of sweat and sex.
Tim whispered in her ear, "Are you ready to take the blindfold off," he asked quietly, and she nodded in response. The club lights, even subdued caused her to squint against the sudden assault of a sense she hadn't needed for the entire scene. As she refocused, she noticed that there were no other scenes going on. No one else played; they all watched the two of them. When she noticed, Rachael blushed and turned her head away. That was apparently a signal, because the crowd erupted in applause. Rachael saw furs pause as they fondled and caressed each other so they could give their approval to the sight of the two of them cuddled together on the floor, surrounded in rope, with the scent and remnants of sex still obvious in their fur. The club welcomed her, and even as Rachael blushed and ducked her head, she felt something of the security she thought she only felt while bound in rope. At least until she felt Tim's muzzle behind her ear, and heard him softly whisper,
"Now then, just what should we do next time we're here?"