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Thread: The New Look by RobBase086 and Karixia

Karixia said She let out a gasp as she felt his fingers begin to massage her breasts sending a wave of pure lust all over her body. Looking at his underwear she reached under it and took out his cock. Her eyes shined as she licked the head of his member for the first time. It tasted a bit salty, the precum coming from his tip showed how turned on he was. The feeling of her pussy being handled made her close her eyes and move out from him so he could bend down and rub her clitoris, Mmmm Master it feels so good.... why does this feel so good? I am loving it! Click to expand... Ron smiled as he felt her swirl her tongue onto the tip of his cock. He began to slide his 2 fingers deeper into her pussy. As he felt she was nice and tight down there. The sound of her gasps pleased him. The other hand reached down smacking and squeezing her nice firm ass. He then slid a finger up and down her butt crack teasing her anus. It feels so good my naughty love slave because you are being pleasured that is why. He informs her as the flashes of what she saw in the porno began to alter her personality even more.
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

I must say, I was somewhat surprised when the girl behind the bar said a woman had bought me a drink. Lets just say I don't get mistaken for Johnny Depp very often, and I'm just not used to women making a move on me. I was even more surprised when I looked in the direction of the booth the bar girl pointed out and saw the woman who was sitting there. She was stunning with long dark hair, a jacket that looked like mink and was certainly expensive, and wearing a short skirt revealing stocking clad legs. I have a serious thing for women in fur, so my pulse started racing as soon as I set eyes on her. At the same time, a warning bell was going off in my head telling me something here wasn't quite right. I've always been a caution to the wind type of guy, so I ignored the warning buzz. A decision I would certainly live to regret. I had arrive in Paris that morning on a business trip, trying to seal a deal with a French pharmaceutical company. I was chosen as I was the only one in the team who had any knowledge of French. This was a mistake. To say my French was rudimentary would be a compliment. I can just about manage Je voudrais une biere, but that's it. Needless to say, the meeting was a disaster. I desperately needed a drink, and the Club Amour just happened to be nearest. Another choice I would later regret. Never look a gift horse in the mouth, so they say. So I took the drink, raised it in the direction of the booth and nodded and smiled to my benefactor.
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

When he raised his glass accepting my drink, I thought to myself, so predictable and so willing to accept the bait...I raise my glass to his with a crooked smile and take a sip, then lick my lips sexily as I coat them with my vodka martini... After that, I pat the seat, making sure he sees my hand indicating to him that I want him to come over and join me at my booth....
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

A tingle went down my spine as she smiled back at me and indicated I should join her. I walked over and introduced myself Bonsoir, Je m'appelle Jeffrey, I said in my school boy French, making the assumption she herself was French. Je vous remercie pour la boisson. I sat down beside her as she had indicated. My whole body shuddered as my hand brushed against the soft fur of her coat. I breathed in her sweet aroma, and glanced at her stocking clad legs, my mind doing cartwheels. But still, I couldn't shake the feeling that something here wasn't right.
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

He wasn't too bad as he approached and took a seat next to me in the booth.....his brown hair...he wasn't too masculine looking, on the thin side, so he keeps himself in shape...oh I see a lot of potential here.... I giggle at his French.... In my Norwegian accent.... Well Jeffrey, I am Devilla. Your French is passible, but these French, they are very cunning. They will know that you are American. I give you a B for trying. I take a sip of my drink...everything about me exudes wealth, manners, and class....I cannot hide it even as I sit there and drink.... So, Jeffrey, what brings you to Paris? Oh, and an even better question is why are you at this club. They can get a rough crowd in here. It is one reason I asked you over to my table. I somehow felt the need to protect you my dear. Besides, I'm a little lonely tonight and some companionship is what I need tonight.
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

I feel myself start to blush, and I fidget a little nervously in the presence of a lady of such obvious class. She is clearly way out of my league, and I wonder why a woman such as her would be interested in a man like me. I try to pull myself together as I answer her questions. I'm in town for a business meeting. A not very successful one unfortunately, which is why I came here. I desperately needed a drink and this just happened to be the nearest place. I must say you do look fantastic, too classy and elegant for this place and too classy and elegant for me. I'm more than happy to provide the companionship you seek, tho I am a little curious as to why you thought I would be suitable company for you I can't bring myself to her in the eye as I speak to her. Instead I find my gaze wandering from her fur coat, to her stocking clad legs and expensive shoes.
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

Again, in my Norwegian accent, but of course, I speak in a sexy low tone, my words measured.... I see. ...my right eyebrow raised....Well, the drink has been taken care of. I am glad to help you in that area, especially when you have had such an unfortunate experience with your meeting. I take a sip of my vodka martini.... I appreciate your wonderful compliments regarding how I look. That may make us even for me buying you that drink. I smirk, my lips quite wet... I felt that someone like yourself would do quite frankly. And besides, I see you have a wandering eye. Do you appreciate a woman like me? I pull up my skirt and fur coat, showing my garters and some of my panties Not every many appreciates such refinement. Tell me Jeffrey, do you appreciate refinement in a woman such as myself? Again I smirk at him, my lips still aglow... Maybe, you would rather be in a more quiet place with me. Say, maybe my hotel room?
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

I sit transfixed as she talks to me in that wonderful, husky North European voice. Not guttural enough to be German, possibly Scandinavian. My eyes bulge as she lifts her skirt to reveal her stocking tops and just a fleeting glimpse of her panties. Her offer to take me back to her hotel room throws me completely off guard, particularly as she smirks at me with a disdainful almost cruel intensity. I feel myself breaking into a sweat as I stammer my response. Yes, yes I do very much appreciate a lady of your class. It's wonderful to meet a woman such as you. Of course, I'd love to go somewhere quieter with you, and your hotel room sounds perfect. Maybe you can think of another way for me to pay you back for the drink
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

When Jeffrey says what he says about paying me back in some other way for the drink, I smile and think to myself...He is no doubt, hooked. Again I smile smirking at first but being coy-like in my demeanor...with a deep breathe, I speak..... Oh, I can think of many ways that you could pay me Jeffrey. I take his left hand and place it on my stocking leg...my right hand on his hand as I caress it....with a whisper... Doesn't that just drive you insane? I finish my drink still holding his hand...I take charge of the moment... Lets go. I get up and so does he...again, I direct things... Always put your arm out for a lady like myself, understand? I put my jet black velour gloves on, one hand at a time, fingers fitting perfectly...then I hook my right arm into his.... Once outside, the valet is quick to get my town car and driver....the driver is female, gorgeous, with big boobs like mine....unlike me her hair color is blonde...she opens the door for us both and we get inside.... I am have a suite at the Sofitel Paris Le Faubourg, right on the Champs Elysees. It is the best hotel in Paris. In no time we are there and Jeffrey and I make our way up to the top floor, in one of the penthouse overlooking all that Paris has to offer.....I card the door and we are inside.... Why don't you make us some drinks. I'll take a vodka martini, extra dry. If you don't mind I will be right back. I need to make myself more comfortable. Why don't you also start a fire. It's gas powered, so it is as easy as turning on the light switch. I take off my sunglasses and give him a last look with my smoldering eyes before I go into the bedroom.....
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

I gasp audibly as she places my hand on her stocking clad leg. I shudder slightly as I feel the warmth of her leg through the smooth silk of her stockings. She tells me I should always put my arm out for a lady like her, and it is clear from her demeanor and tone of voice that is an instruction rather than advice. I hold my arm out as instructed and she slips hers in mine, after putting a pair of gorgeous black velour gloves. The touch of her gloved hand against mine sends a tingle up my arm. She tells me her hotel is the Sofitel Paris Le Faubourg. This is probably the most expensive hotel in Paris, so I'm starting to think I've hit he jackpot here. We step outside, and I'm really glad of the cool night breeze, as I was really starting to melt, such was the effect this lady was having on me. She had her own chauffeur driven car, and when the driver got out to open the door for us my jaw nearly hit the sidewalk. She was stunning. Almost as stunning as Devilla herself, but not quite. We drive to her hotel and make our way up to her room. I'm starting to feel a little nervous as she lets us in. The room is a picture of opulence. There's antique furniture and mirrors, and there's even a piano. Again I get a sinking feeling that I'm out of my depth here. She puts me at ease and asks me to make some drinks and light the fire while she makes herself more comfortable. The drinks I manage, but I'm darned if I can work out how the fire works. I'm on my knees desperately trying to figure it out before she comes back in. I really don't want this lady thinking, I'm incapable of performing a simple act such as lighting a fire. I already feel insignificant enough in her presence as it is.
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

I walk out, with a fox fur throw, and place it on one of the sofas... ...and then I see that Jeffrey is fiddling with the fire place, incapable of figuring out how it works... I find the button with ease and hit it, starting the fire...I look down at him and give him a smirk, bearing on a smile and then I instruct him again... Jeffrey get our drinks. I'm parched and it seems you need another drink. Again I give him a smoldering look... And, I expect you'll have no trouble getting out of your clothes. When you do, I want you to take a seat on the sofa, the one that has the blue fox throw on it. I make the paddle in my hands, something he can plainly see...I want him to know I mean business and that I will use it on him if he decides to balk in any way at my requests....
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

Devilla walks into the room and places a fur throw on one of the sofas as I struggle hopelessly with the fire. With an air of superiority she walks over to me and casually starts the fire in one go, making me feel like an incompetent idiot. As I get to my feet, she gives me that look, part disdain part seduction, that she has given me before. Yes, yes of course I answer somewhat timidly as she gives me her instructions. It is becoming clear this lady is used to giving instructions, and used to having them followed without query. I fetch the drinks, then undress nervously, fumbling at the buttons on my cheap shirt, glancing over at her turning what looks like some sort of paddle casually in her hand as I undress. I undress and sit on the fur covered sofa as instructed, quite liking the feel of the fur against my skin. I glance over, apprehensively at Devilla still turning the paddle in her hand. I start to feel a chill as I sit naked on the sofa, wondering what she has in store for me.
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

As I take a sip of my drink, I watch him get undressed....he is fit, but not too athletic...he can easily be overpowered...his shortness doesn't help him....I think he will be perfect...he takes his seat, like a child in the first day of class, not knowing what to do.... I put my drink down on one of the side tables and stand in front of him....then I place my perfectly painted nailed finger and lift his hwad up to me.... Again, my smoldering eyes as I look down at him... Good boy. I like good boys. They are easier to train and listen and do things that they are told to do. I place the paddle up to the side of his face and let him feel the cold leather... Jeffrey, remove each of my garters from my stockings. Can you do that for me?
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

I watch her place her drink on the table then saunter nonchalantly over. She stands commandingly in front of me, immediately seizing the advantage as she towers over me. She lifts my head up with her finger under my chin, forcing me to meet her smoldering gaze. My mouth is dry and I am trembling slightly at her touch. She touches my face with the paddle she is still holding, and in her inimitable husky commanding voice asks me if I can remove her garters. Yes, Devilla, of course, whatever you want I stammer as I fumble with the clasps. I moan softly as my fingers rub against her soft skin as I finally manage to release the garters from the stockings.
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

I pick up my vodka martini and take another sip...then put it back down....my eyes never leave Jeffrey as I make sure he sees that I am raising the intensity of our little get together... Such a good boy you are. I pull up the lower part of my corset revealing my panties... I raise my right eyebrow and look down at him, again showing my control over him, that I am the one totally in charge here... I would like to tell you a short story Jeffrey. I pull out a tube of lipstick and a compact from one of the cocktail tables, place my paddle on his thigh, then open the compact to reveal the small mirror...I freshen my lips and give a kiss, happy with the results...then I put the lipstick and compact back in the table drawer and pick up my paddle again Where was I? Oh yes, a short story. I pause... There was a boy who had is heart set on a football for his birthday. He asked his mother for a football, he asked his father for a football, he even asked his grandparents for a football. Now this family didn't have much money. The boy had mentioned the football day in and day out. When the day arrived, the boys anticipation for the football got the best of him. He was handed his gift and he went crazy opening the wrapping up. Inside was a baseball mitt. The boy was visibly upset that he didn't have a football. But then his mother explained. All we could afford was this used baseball glove. We know you wanted a football, but make the best of things. Maybe baseball is your game anyway. I take a sip of my drink and put it down... The moral is we don't always get what we want no matter how much we want something. I grab the top of my panties, about to pull it down... Now there is something I know that you want, you would like to lick my pussy, isn't that right Jeffrey?
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

I glance up at her taking a sip of her drink, her eyes boring into me like lasers. I avert my eyes down towards her shoes as her gaze becomes to intense for me, then look back up with a start when she places her paddle on my leg. She is applying her lipstick so seductively I think I will melt. I'm still in a prone position sitting on the sofa, while she still towers over me, leaving me in no doubt who is running this particular show. I'm not used to women to taking control, I'm not a big guy, but I'm no shrinking violet either. At least I wasn't until I met Devilla. She starts to tell me a story, but I'm paying little attention. My mind is wandering all over the place, thinking of the things I'd like to do to her. How desperately I want this woman, I think to myself. How I'd love to slide my head between her thighs and work her over with my tongue. I snap out of it as she moves as if to slide her panties down and asks me if I'd like to lick her pussy. It's almost as if she has been reading my mind. Oh yes Devilla! of course I would, what man wouldn't, I whimper like a little kid pleading for some candy. I'd love to slide my head between your silky thighs and pleasure you with my tongue and mouth!
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

Jeffrey said Oh yes Devilla! of course I would, what man wouldn't. I'd love to slide my head between your silky thighs and pleasure you with my tongue and mouth! Click to expand... I take another sip of my drink....then put it down....I then simile wrly and take the paddle and place it back on his cheek.... Now Jeffrey, what I am about to give you, you take. No complaints. And don't you dare get hostile on me. That is what this paddle is for. I finish pulling down my panties and surprise.... My pussy is a bit different from other women, but it's just as delicious. Maybe this will help out the shock that is in your face. I grab the fur throw and pull Jeffrey forward, bringing him to his knees...I wrap the fur throw around him and myself.... It seems your trapped in my little fur prison. Now you can't go anywhere. With a quick snap of the fur throw, his head moves forward, his lips landing on the head of my cock.....
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

I gasp in shock, feeling the color drain from my cheeks, as she lowers her panties to reveal what they contained. A flurry of emotions flow though my mind and I start to feel slightly dizzy and nauseous. I remind myself that I have promised, even begged, to pleasure Devilla with my mouth, and the fact that what is in her panties isn't what I expected, or desired doesn't change that. I also remind myself that this is a strong and powerful woman who is used to having her instructions followed. The consequences of disobeying those instruction were made even more clear when she placed the paddle back on my cheek. But, before I have had a chance to weigh up the options, she has grabbed the fur wrap from the sofa, pulled me to my knees with it, then wrapped it around us both. My head is forced forward and my lips brush the tip of her cock. I recoil slightly at first, then, against all my natural instincts, place my lips back on her tip, eager to please her whatever the cost to my dignity. I feel a tingling sensation as I place my lips back on her cock tip, almost like a shot of electricity flowing from her tip, through my lips and whole body. The soft flesh of her tip actually feels good against my lips and I find myself kissing her tip with eagerness and passion. I then slip my tongue between my lips, then over her tip and around the ridge between her tip and shaft. I am surprised by how sweet it tastes on my tongue and by how pleasant the scent is in my nostrils. This and the feel of the fur wrap against my skin, is starting to get me quite aroused. I finish licking her tip, then slide my tongue slowly down her shaft, ensuring every millimeter has been touched by my now eager tongue. I move my tongue over her balls, tilting my head back to see her smiling down at me. I open my mouth wide, allowing her balls to slip into my mouth as they do so, I gently tease them with my tongue. I open my my mouth wide again, tilting my head forward to let her balls slip gently out. I then slide my tongue slowly back up her shaft, again licking every bit of it with my tongue. I pause very slightly for breath as my tongue slides off her tip, then continue, keen not incur Devilla's displeasure. As I pause briefly for breath, my mind starts asking how did I ever get in this position on my knees, in posh Paris hotel, servicing this beautiful, powerful woman with my mouth. I shake my head and continue, deciding that questioning the situation was only likely to make Devilla angry. And I'm pretty sure that isn't something I'd like to see. As I clear my head of any dissenting thoughts, l look down, my lips barely an inch away from the tip of Devilla's cock. Resigned to my fate, I wet my lips with my tongue, open my mouth wide, then slip her slowly into my mouth.
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

I look on and watch hi reaction...how his mind processes things...I'll admit, if I were in his shoes, I don't know how I would respond, but I have forced him into the corner, and after weakening his resolve, throwing him off, his choice is clear.... Now I am enjoying what Jeffrey has to give me...I coo at first, then moan, and with a deeper voice give a rougher gravely groan... Jeffrey is also responding well to the fur...it is obvious that he has an attraction to fur, maybe even, fare I say, a fetish....that would be perfect, just perfect....it will further break his resolve and will allow me to take the next steps that I can in order to dominate him further... Have you eaten my kind of pussy before? Don't worry, you need not answer. I must say you are quite good. Maybe you have had your cock sucked enough times that this has become, oh intuitive. Well, when I'm ready, which will be soon, your wonderful sucking will be all I need to feel in order to drain my balls. Of course, you will suck my seed down won't you? With that, I cup the part of the fur behind his head, push his mouth deep over my long cock and enjoy the feeling....the room fills with the sound of my sweet moans as my cock goes deep inside of Jeffrey's throat....
Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

I listen to Devilla moaning with pleasure as she forces my head further down her cock. I gag and panic a little as she enters my throat, but resist the urge to withdraw. I push my head further down, taking her deeper into my throat until my lips touch her balls. I pause slightly, as if considering my predicament, then purse my lips tight and draw them slowly back up to her tip. I repeat this process, loose lips on the way down, tightly pursed lips on the way up, speeding up with each run until my head is bobbing up and down on her cock like a yo-yo. Again my mind is buzzing with mixed emotions happy at the pleasure I am giving this beautiful woman, and repulsion at the humiliation and degrading situation I find myself in. She torments me further as I suck her, telling me she is going to cum in mouth and asking me if I will swallow it. Like I will have a choice. The sound of her moans of pleasure, her teasing voice and the taste and feel of her in my mouth, along with the feel of the fur rubbing my skin as I bob up and down on her cock are starting to get me really aroused. Another conflict I am struggling to come to terms with.