Thread: The Fur Enslavement (Devilla-Roche and Jeffrey Odriscoll)

Its that time again for mefor me to totally dominate someone in every way of his or her lifeI will not get into the details of how I got rid of the last submissivelets just say there were compatibility issues and it was time for him to go So here I sit at my favorite table in Club Amour in the Quartier Pigalle district of Parisevery once in a while, I enjoy taking the trip down to Paris from Norway.Paris is a wonderful city for a whole host of reasonsone of which is finding that submissive man or woman that I can convince to come back with me to Norway for a few days I should tell you that I am a very wealthy womanoh, there are many to attain wealth in this worldgaining wealth by having money and real estate passed on to you by another is such an easy way to stay wealthy.having more than one person pass on your wealth makes you very powerful.I guess what I am saying is that I was born into a wealthy family, my father continuing in the railroad industry making engines for trains, just as my grandfather did.it was my great grandfather who started who began the business in 1908 and he did so with next to nothinghe was a scrappy young man who took chances and they paid offhe was the one who made the company what it is today.when I received the company after my fathers passing ten years ago, I sold it and made a fortuneI had no interest in railroad engines. My mother was also wealthy and she has been gone more than twenty yearsas luck would have it, she left father her money, which in turn is now minelife is good for me, but I have my faultsI tend to enjoy having power over others, especially when it comes to relationshipsI also am very much into sex and enjoy a whole host of fetishesmaybe I am sick or something, but who caresI enjoy fucking and doing lots of nasty thingsmaybe it is in my genes, who knows. I should also tell you that I am into furit is a big part of my life.my fur collection is substantial.my homes are replete with furs, bedrooms, walls, even some bathrooms.living in Norway gives one the need for a fur coat and a fur hat as it can get cold up here. I take a sip of my vodka martini and scan the room....I enjoy being at the corner booth at the club, so I can look out and see what I likethings were looking pretty bad up to this point.its 1130 pm and things dont look promising, until Jeffrey Smith walked in He was not that tall, actually quite short when he walked inas if he were lost.I smirked to myself as I watched him.it was busy and he had trouble ordering.I didnt know his background until he tried to speak Frenchhe sounded AmericanI smirked againthose Americans, they are just so uncultured even when they want to befinally about an hour later he settled in on a seat and ordered a drink. I sat there with my dark glasses on and my fur jacket made from MinkI have long black hair and well, my age is not important...I have made some alterations to my body, my lips and my breasts...there have been other changes to, some life changes...diet, exercise and lots of sex help me maintain my gorgeous figure.... That night, I had a short black skirt on and my corseted top, which was an over-the breast typeit kept my huge boobs in check.I never leave the house without garters or lacy stockingsand oh how I enjoy wearing my heelsso there I was watching Mr. Smithwatching his legs dangle uncomfortably in the high stool as he sat there looking aroundhe must have been in Paris on business, clearlythe time had come for me to introduce myself, in my own way. I asked Etienne, the waiter to come over to my tableI stuffed a fifty euro in his pocket In my Norwegian accent, I spoke French. Pouvez-vous acheter ce jeune home un verre. Et ne dites-lui quil est sur moi. Could you by that young man a drink. And do tell him it is on me. I sit there and wait for him to receive his drink and turn around Etienne shakes his head and goes off at once, relaying the message to the bartender, who is a womanshe approaches Jeffrey and says in her best English to him In her French accent Eh you my dear. Zat woman in ze corner boot, she as bought yoo a drink. I just give yoo wat yoo drinkin, oui.