FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"No bra today."

The words tossed around her mind for a brief moment before she stared down at her breasts, cradling them in her arms for a brief moment.

"What am I meant to use instead then?" She whined and puffed out her cheeks.

I walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, slowly sliding my hand up along from her stomach to her breasts. Cradling one of the modest mounds in my palm, my fingers lightly pressed into the flesh, wriggling to tease her as my other hand reached over her shoulder and dangled a chain in front of her.

"I have an idea."

Looking over her shoulder at me, I smiled. She was a little concerned, I could see it in her eyes as my hand slid up to press its palm into her chest, squashing it into her chest and pressing her hard, pierced nipple into my grasp as my fingers closed onto her breast.

"What? Don't you trust me?"

She turned her head, looking down at her breasts, focusing on the one I held before looking back to the chain and shaking her head.

"No, it's not that..."

"Then, what?"

"It's. Embarrassing, won't people notice?"

"So what if they did? Hmm?"

"I...I'm worried."

"It will be fine, believe me."

Nodding faintly she looked over her shoulder at me one last time and smiled timidly, her eyes widening as she felt me gently tug at her nipple ring to tease her, a cute little gasp escaping her as I lifted her breast by the ring and connected the first end of the chain to it.

"Good girl."

I pulled the chain up and slipped it through the d-ring of her collar and down towards her other breast, lifting it with my other hand to connect the chain to her other breast, the short length tugging on her nipple rings, the weight of her breasts pulling on her collar as it held her breasts up against their natural rest.

"It feels, funny."

She watched me over her shoulder, feeling my hands release her fully though nuzzling into my hand as one rose to caress her cheek.

"You will get used to it, now put your top on."

Smiling faintly she looked away and went to the wardrobe to pick out a suitable set of clothes, choosing a delicate gothic corset inspired top and a frilly skirt. As she dressed herself I looked through my collection of items, moving some into my usual satchel bag I take out with me.

"We're going to the library, I'm looking for some books."

I looked over at her from the bed, watching her slowly slip her stockings on, fixing them to her garter belt as she looked up and nodded at me.

"Can we get some dinner too?" She asked with a slightly pleading tone to entice me.

"Sure, why not."

Rising from the bed, I slung my bag over my shoulder and smiled at her, gesturing with my hand for her to go first. As we left my room, then the flat and I locked the door behind me I settled my arm around her waist and enjoyed the stroll into town, squeezing her once in a while for a little fun. I took some pleasure in watching her try to keep her expression under control, as the bouncing of her breasts against the chain and her collar while we walked, seemed more difficult than handling any stares she expected from people.

"Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine" she stammered.

"If you say so" I teased with a small chuckle.

We continued walking for ten minutes before we reached the library and I noticed she was feeling a little overcome, so I decided we should get a drink at the cafe on the ground floor. We sat down, I had a bottle of coke, she had a cup of tea and we chatted about trivial things, the weather, what books I was looking for and eventually she said she needed to go to the bathroom, now was my moment to act.

As she walked towards the toilets, I followed. She entered and I snuck in behind her and entered a stall beside hers, waiting. It took a few minutes before I heard the flush and the lock, the water in the sink, before I decided to exit my stall and grab her, dragging her back in with me and forcing her to sit down as I muffled her scream.

"Wh-what's going on?"

"Shh, someone might hear you."

Looking at me with curious and worried eyes, she sat on the toilet lid whimpering.

"We're not doing it, here, are we?"

"No. No, we're not."

She was confused, it was easy to tell as I pushed her back against the wall that hid the water tank.

"I know. Do you think I am stupid?"

"Wh-what do you m..."

"Quiet. I'm not an idiot.

I grabbed her by her jaw, leaning in to whisper into her ear.

"You forgot to sign out on my computer."

She breathed deeply, a sharp gasp as I spoke, her heartbeat quickened and she began to panic.

"It's not what you think!"

"Oh shut up!"

I slapped her lightly, pressing a hand to her chest as the other lowered to the hem of her top and began pulling it up.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"What do you think? You've been a bad girl, a lying, deceitful, cheating bitch. So, what to do? What to do..."

Pulling her top up and forcing her out of it with ease I stuffed it into my bag as a knee rose into her chest to pin her back against the wall, my foot resting between her legs.

"Please! No--!"

Another light slap to her face encouraged her silence, she knew I was holding back from hurting her. I loved her and she had hurt me, she knew this, so she went silent, bit her lip and her tears began.

"I didn't mean to..."

Ignoring her, I unhooked the chain from her breasts letting her them rest naturally and then leaving it through the collar ring, slowly I unclasped her collar which made her struggle more.

"No! No-! Anything but that. I beg you!"

This time I slapped her firmly and it reverberated around the toilet walls.

"You should have thought of that before!"

Pulling the collar from her neck, she began to sob uncontrollably, making my life much easier now as I worked to strip her completely. Stuffing her top, skirt, knickers, garter belt, stockings and her bag into my own, leaving only her heels and her phone on the stalls floor. She pulled her legs up into her chest and hugged them, sobbing openly into her knees as I opened the stall door and left her behind.

As I made my way out of the toilet, I took her knickers out of my bag and draped them over the handle of the toilet door as I left. Continuing on, I settled a bra between a book and the end of a shelf near the toilet door and went on my way, placing pieces of clothing around the library, each piece further and further from the one before. I didn't know how bad she had been, maybe she had just been talking, maybe she'd played with others, I didn't know, but either way, she betrayed me, my trust and hurt me all at the same time, so she needed punishment, that is all I cared about. The trail would lead her back, the long way around, to the cafe where we had our drink.

"Here, someone left this at a table."

I handed her bag over to the barista and went on my way, her collar in my bag as I left the library. And just as I continued on my way down the road towards the shops, my phone rang, it was her, now renamed 'Lying Bitch'.

"Yes?"

"Where have you gone? Why'd you leave me?" She sobbed.

"I thought that'd be pretty obvious!"

"But, I didn't do anything..."

"You lied, for all I know you cheated, you betrayed me."

"I didn't, I swear!"

"I don't want to hear it. You better hurry up and leave the toilet if you don't want to get caught." I changed the subject, quickly, her excuses meant nothing.

"What do you mean?"

"You're naked, in a public toilet, I have left the library."

"But, your books..."

"There weren't any books."

She went silent for a while, sniffling, whimpering.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Strewn about the place, you best be quick and go find them. Before someone else does." I hung up.

Brushing my sleeve along my face I could feel the damp soak through to my arm and I walked on, heading blindly towards an unknown goal, my hand fingering the shape of her collar, tracing the d-ring with a tip.

Alex trembled to her feet and pulled open the door enough to look through the gap, sniffing. She peered around the room and slowly headed out of the stall, looking around for any signs, any clues to where her clothes might be, clutching her phone tightly in one hand, her heels hung from the fingers of the other. Over by the door she saw her knickers and rushed over to grab them and slide them on to cover the bare minimum of her nudity.

She felt a little better as she cracked the next door open and peered out, her heart raced and she couldn't help but feel a little excited about possibly being caught, she hated herself for that. After-all, he did this to punish her, for what she had done and now she was enjoying it...after a moment watching someone pass by she threw herself out the doorway looking about frantically for her top, only to notice a bra. He thought ahead, he really did plan this didn't he?

As Alex finished putting the bra on she hid behind the bookshelf to allow another person to pass. She could feel the moisture between her legs, the heat against her chilled thighs as she sneaked around the library's rows of books, hunting for the next piece of her discarded clothing. As she came across her skirt, there was someone standing down the aisle. Alex lowered to her knees and began to crawl down the opposite one and reached out under the lowest shelf for her skirt. They were stood on it. She tugged and pulled upon it and it finally gave way, torn, but better than just her underwear as she put it on, a large tear up the back, showing the curve of one of her buttocks.

Sliding into the heels and peering around the corners of the bookshelves, she was lost, the next piece of her clothing unnoticed by her, too desperate to find her top as she searched the shelves and the floor for it, until finally seeing it on the bookshelf directly opposite the cafe, which was now brimming with people. The library had certainly gotten a lot busier. She sprinted for the aisle across an open space, hoping nobody would notice her lack of clothing as she dashed down the aisle to grab her top and pull it on. Back to front. She looked ridiculous, but at least she looked dressed. Her stockings and garter belt lost.

Gathering that he wasn't so cruel as to just leave her bag laying around, Alex walked over to the cafe and approached the counter.

"Uh, um. I have lost my bag. I was wondering if you might, have it?"

She was flustered, embarrassed, worried and upset. Worst of all, everyone could see some of her ass, her messy hair and her flustered appearance. But, at least she got her bag back, but that was all she had. Her hand rose to her neck, caressed its bare skin, traced the indents of where the collar had made its mark on her and began to cry again as she left the library.