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Prisoner of Furs!

By Throne

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities. 

PRISONER OF FURS

by Throne

Even before they were married, Colin's wife-to-be Margo knew of his weakness for furs.  She played on it during their engagement, teasing him mercilessly by wearing mink and ermine and fox.  She was always elevating his sexual interest until he could barely stand it, and then declining to have sex with him, saying that he must gain more self-control before she would grant him that favor.  He was driven to masturbation, not realizing that she had a half dozen hidden cameras around her estate where he was staying, in the places where he was most likely to commit his misbehavior.  When she confronted him with clear digital images of his self abuse, he fell apart emotionally.  The threat of cancelling their impending nuptials made his state even worse.  When he was at his most vulnerable she decreed that the only way for him to save their relationship was to wear a chastity device, with her deciding when it would come off.  He was so desperate that he agreed and, even though she already had the cock lock secretly ready, the wise woman said that she would order one on the computer and then delayed a few days as if waiting for it to arrive. 

He was a small man in his early 20s, slim and unprepossessing.  His size made him feel inferior and she took full advantage of that.  Margo was in her middle 30s, her greater age giving her a natural air of superiority around him.  She was tall and full-figured, features which both intoxicated and intimidated him.  Her honey blond hair was usually up in a tight bun, adding to her authoritarian appearance.  Most of all, however, she controlled him via his unnatural passion for furs. 

As the date of their wedding neared she declared that, as he might have to remain locked briefly even after they were wed, it was imperative to establish a sexual relationship that was satisfactory for her.  Because of those multiple incidents of playing with himself, he had lost the right to have his needs considered.  So it was that Margo, dressed in a short fur jacket and nothing else, invited him into the bedroom.  He went with high hopes, imaging that this somehow might lead to intercourse, which she had totally denied him until then.  Instead he got the awful news that she expected him to use his mouth on her most private part.  He found doing that demeaning and emasculating.  Even so, when he saw her stretched out on her bed, swathed in white mink and nothing else, he was overcome. 

As much as he hated doing it, he nevertheless performed to the best of his ability.  The smell was off-putting and the taste worse.  She gave him tips about how to better please her and he followed them.  She kept him down there, his lips and tongue busy, until she had experienced three quaking orgasms.  As much as he disliked what he was made to do, such intimate contact with her desirable body -- and such proximity to that delightful fur -- made his sexual temperature rise until he was more than eager for release.  But with the chastity tightly encasing his penis, not only couldn't he finish, but he couldn't even start.  Try though it did, his member could not engorge.  He lay between her shapely legs and sniffled, holding back tears, his lower face smeared with her plentiful juices.  She told him not to move, lest he disturb the mood that had been created.  So it was that Colin drifted into sleep even as she did, and spent the night nestled between her long limbs. 

After that, with his sex drive diverted from pleasing himself to pleasuring his bride-to-be, he became ever easier to control.  They were wed in a small private ceremony.  During their honeymoon, which they spent at home, he served her with his mouth.  In return she tantalized him endlessly.  Margo would strike poses that showed off her magnificent form.  She spoke about the possibility of them having proper sex -- soon.  He was allowed to touch her but only when and how she allowed.  She could touch him as much and as often as she desired, which was a lot.  He was so eager for any sort of contact that he never complained after she aroused him but left his true needs unmet.  Margo ran her hands all over him and made sure to spend time teasing his receptive nipples, even wetting her fingertips in her mouth when she did it, to further elevate his excitement. 

More than all that, she wore fur, laid upon it, rested her head on it, and added new pieces to her wardrobe. She would invite him into bed and trail a foxtail over his nakedness, making him tingle all over, writhe, and moan.  It amused her to use it on his testicles, which by then were usually sore from not being emptied.  As the soft fur went across his pink plastic chastity, she would muse aloud on what he would feel after she unlocked him.   Once she put that thought into his mind he could not stop dwelling on it.

At last he summoned the courage to ask when he might be released.  "Margo, my most dear," he said meekly.  "I was wondering if, perhaps sometime soon, we might at least discuss freeing me from chastity."

Her smooth brow creased.  Her plump lips turned down in a frown.  "You must not be so impertinent, Colin.  Please understand how difficult this is for me.  I am married to a man who acted like a naughty boy, who played with his penis, who made me question if I could ever trust him.  Now I am trying to get over my shock and disappointment.  Instead of sympathizing with me, you find fault and pester."

"I... I'm sorry, Margo.   I didn't understand..."

"And now you have put me into a state of agitation.  I don't know how I will relive my stress."

All he could think of to say was, "Would it help if I... if we went to the bedroom and... "

"Are you asking if it would help if you satisfied me with your mouth?"  She paused as if in thought, though she knew just what she intended to say.  "Well, I suppose that would be a balm for my nerves.  So yes, I will allow you to do that.  Perhaps it will undo some of this fresh upset you have caused me."

At every opportunity she would make him feel guilty, impress him with the idea that he owed her oral sex to make up for his transgressions, and that even hinting about release from chastity was the wrong thing to do.  Over the months that followed she worked on conditioning him.  Margo kept him naked part of each day, eventually lengthening his time without clothes until it was always.  She would find fault and explain that it meant she could not unlock him yet, though he had been nearing a release date.  He fell deeper under her spell.  And there were always her furs to enthrall and regulate him. 

If she sensed that he was regaining even an iota of the self-confidence she had been squeezing out of him, she would act.  For instance, one time she appeared in only a dark fur shako and matching boots.  The tall, military-style hat and knee-high footwear dramatically set off her golden hair and ivory skin.  Colin was paralyzed at the mere sight of her like that.  But she put herself in an arm chair with a high back and began talking to him about trivial matters, as if for her to appear like that was unspectacular.  After a half hour of staring at her and listening to her mellifluous voice, any independence from her will that he had gained was gone.   While he was so helpless she make an excuse to extend his chastity yet again.

Destroying his manhood and totally enslaving him to her whims had become a project she pursued with particular zeal.  Margo decided there were two more steps she must take to make it succeed.  First she began order new fur items and garments, not for herself but for Colin.  If seeing and touching fur weakened his will, how much more might him wearing it do?    She wanted someone to help her dress him, along with erotically teasing and helping with the second part of her plan.  Along with attiring Colin in fur, she would introduce him to bondage.  He was so accustomed to her extending his chastity period on the flimsiest of excuses, that it would be simple to subject him to bondage the same way.  So she hired Dee, a petite girl of Asian descent.  She had an oval face highlighted by dark, almond-shaped eyes, strong cheekbones, and thin lips.  Her hair was dark and glossy, worn long and straight, cut in bangs low on her forehead.  Her title was 'personal assistant'. 

Colin was smitten with Dee.  She was so unlike his wife and yet compellingly attractive in her own way.  His chastity made him much more susceptible to her charms.  He had already become obsessed with all things sexual and the hope of gaining release.  The presence of a second seductive woman in the house made him so much more vulnerable.  She favored close-fitting tops and snug slacks but wasn't wearing any fur... yet.  He was, naturally, very uncomfortable having to be naked in front of her.  Dee slyly got him to admit this.  She went away and returned carrying an item of clothing.  It was a pretty sweater made of rabbit fur.  All he could think of was how wonderful it would be to see her wear it.  Instead, she reminded him of his discomfort with being unclothed, and held it up for him to slip his arms into.  He didn't want to put on something so obviously intended for a woman, yet his craving for fur was so strong that it outweighed all other considerations.  She helped him bring the sweater down over his head and as it touched his back and especially his chest, he couldn't suppress an ecstatic shudder.  This was a whole new and exciting experience. 

"Very nice," Dee said, her words faintly accented.   "Like you were meant to wear it.  However..."

She fussed with the fur sweater, adjusting it this way and that, making its softness caress Colin's skin.  His nipples were stiff and demanded attention that he wasn't able to give them.  His captive cock strained uselessly against its plastic prison.  He moaned and Dee giggled.  When she patted his bare bottom he flinched.

Dee told him, "Don't pull away from me.  I was hired by your wife to help deal with you, so I must touch you just as she has to."  She gave him a moment to respond and, when he didn't, went on with, "Now let's make sure you are properly secured down below.".

Squatting right in front of him, she jiggled the chastity device, stroked his balls, and tickled him behind his scrotum, almost but not quite touching his rosebud.  He shifted his weight from foot to foot and moaned behind compressed lips. 

The young woman decided, "You are having some sort of overreaction.  I must inform your Missus."

"No, please."  His words were strained.  "That's not necessary."

"Oh?  You aren't acting odd?  Not even when I do this?"  She ran her hand down the inside of his arm.  "Or this?"  Dee fingered the sweater where it touched his nipples.  "Hmmm?"

He squirmed and whimpered.  Now it was impossible for him to say that nothing serious was going on.  "All... all right," he conceded. 

Dee took him by the hand and walked him through the vast house.  It was so strange to be led by this beautiful stranger while he was clothed in fur above the waist and naked below.  Her face and figure were so inviting and yet he couldn't even achieve an erection because of that maddening chastity.  She walked him along as if he as a was a juvenile in need of assistance.   They found Margo in the library, lounging on a settee chaise lounge with a fur cover, and flipping through a book of erotic engravings.  She wore a full-length, belted ermine robe.  She glanced up at the curiously matched pair with a questioning face.

"Yes, Dee.  What it is, dear?"

"Colin remarked about being uneasy while he was naked.  So I fetched him this sweater.  But when I helped him into it he got agitated in another way."  She shrugged.  "I thought you should know, Ma'am."

"I'm glad you came to me.  My Colin has a rather extreme liking for fur.  I'm afraid your choice of a garment has set it off."  She smiled to show that there was no blame directed at Dee.  "I recently purchased some items for him to wear, thinking that it would give him an opportunity to develop some willpower and overcome his unnatural desires.  He's already in chastity to prevent him from practicing his disgusting habit of tugging his penis to make it squirt.  So I suppose the best thing to do is keep him in fur, and at times simply tease him with it, or he'll never reform.  Yes, let's do everything we can, you and I, to help poor darling Colin."

Her husband tried to take all that in.  If she dressed him that way he would be in a constant state of frustrated arousal.  Could this situation become any more out of control?

Dee offered, "If you think if would help him to learn self-control, I would be happy to wear fur myself."

"That would be beneficial, I believe.  But of course, we can't have him grabbing at you.  I anticipated there might be complications with my husband, and bought some restraints in case they were necessary.  I think we can begin making a new effort to aid him today.   Everything we'll need is in one of the spare bedrooms, the last one on the landing, second floor, which I was already thinking of designating for Colin's therapy.  As I'm sure you'll understand, Dee, I had hoped it wouldn't come to this.  But now that it has, you and I must both make every effort to rescue him from his own disgraceful behavior and twisted desires."

"Certainly, Ma'am.  I will devote myself to Colin's reeducation."

The females exchanged private smiles, too subtle for Colin to notice.  He was distracted by the plan his wife had just laid out.  He wanted to explain that exposing him to more fur would likely have the opposite effect from what she intended.  He did not say anything, first because his self-esteem was already so diminished that he didn't believe his thoughts were worth speaking out loud, and second because  the prospect of more fur was secretly thrilling. 

Dee said, "I don't want you chattering at me about all this, Colin.  So please put your thumb in your mouth.  Yes, like a little child with a bad habit.  It will provide a good reminder to you of why we're doing all this, as well as keeping you silent.  That's right, get it all the way in.  Now come along.  I want a peek at that room.  And I imagine some of the clothes intended for you will fit me.  After all, we both have small builds.  Why, you could almost be my sister."  She smiled impishly.  "Now let's hurry along, thumb-sucker."

He followed her, mortified but also unable to look away from her narrow swaying bottom.  And she was going to begin adorning herself with fur?  This was all like some strange dream.  Or a plan that had been worked out beforehand by Margo, and which Dee had been recruited to help implement.  He tried to focus on that latter possibility but when they entered the special room those thoughts evaporated.  There was a spacious bed with decorative brass head and foot boards.  Over the mattress was thrown a fur spread.  Even the pillows were in fur cases.  A new wardrobe stood against the wall, as well as a dresser, both of them in dark wood.  There was also something tall with a sheet draped over it.  Another wall was devoted to leather and rubber bondage outfits, as well as various pieces designed for specific parts of the body. 

Dee snapped her fingers.  "Over here, Colin.  Your wife is right.  I won't have you pawing me.  Some restraints will definitely be necessary."

He hadn't tried to get his hands on her.  Hadn't even considered it.  But she was already appreciatively touching some of the available items.   She inhaled the distinctive aromas of leather and rubber. 

"Get your thumb out of your mouth," she snapped, as if it had been his idea to put it there.  "And so remove that sweater.  Be quick about it."

He got out of the wonderful feeling garment.  Dee opened the wardrobe, but not far enough for him to see what it held.  She took out a padded hanger and let him place the sweater on it.  Then she put it in the wardrobe, still not allowing him to view its contents.  Closing the door, she returned her attention to the wall of restraints.  Dee picked something made of leather that he couldn't figure out the purpose of.  She had him turn his back and draw his arms toward each other.  The young beauty fitted the leather over them .  He felt his wrists fastened together and then his elbows were moved closer together, to the point of discomfort but not severe pain.  Then she led him to whatever was hidden under the sheet.  Pulling away the covering with a dramatic flair, she revealed a three-panel mirror, like you might find in a clothing store.  She took hold of his bound wrists and turned him sideways so he could see that his arms were in a binder.  The single sleeve was fitted with straps and buckles.  He understood that she could make it even tighter with just a small effort.

"Now let's see what I can find in that dresser," she said with gleeful anticipation. 

What Dee took from the top drawer appeared to be a pair of feather dusters, with nicely turned wooden handles of different lengths.  Except that, instead of feathers, each one was supplied with a long narrow section of rolled fur.   One in each hand, she teased his nipples with the shorter and used the longer on his inner thighs, going back and forth from one target to the other.  Colin began to twitch and dance about.  She teased his ears and then his bottom.  After that she returned to the dresser and produced a fur scarf, dyed pink.  Dee draped it over his shoulders so that, when he moved, it tickled his neck and nipples simultaneously.  The effect was subtle but persistent.  He couldn't take a single step without teasing himself.  His penis yearned for release.  He moved his feet this way and that, as if practicing some odd dance step. 

"Now," she said, obviously happy with his helpless reaction, "let's go and see if Margo approves." 

Flustered to the point of distraction, he walked back to the library, where his curvaceous wife was now standing, inspecting a large volume on a pedestal reading stand.  Dee took him to her and he got close enough to see the pages, one of which was type and the other a highly erotic engraving of a woman naked except for a long fur coat, with a whip in her hand, a man cowering at her feet.  She turned to Colin with a predatory glint in her eyes. 

"My dear husband," she said.  "Looking even less manly than usual.  And now he can't even scratch an itch.  Or do anything to prevent being touched."

Dee held out the duster with the long handle, which Margo cheerfully accepted.  She examined it for a moment before running its softness along the line of her spouse's narrow jaw.  He gasped.

"Poor Colin," she observed.  "In thrall to fur." 

Margo bent forward only slightly, giving him a view of her cleavage, framed by the top halves of the belted robe.   She brushed the fur duster over his scrotum.  He whimpered with longing.  At the same time, Dee used hers on the back of his neck.  He jerked away and staggered forward, slightly off balance because of the position of his arms.  The women laughed.  Dee went after him, teasing his nipples again, steering him back to his wife.  Margo tickled him under the nose to bring him to a stop, then went after his tummy, moving the fur more slowly for increased stimulation.  He stood there panting, his penis straining against its tiny plastic cell, his buttocks clenching convulsively as his body tried to find a way to force a release of tension.  The women found it hilarious. 

"I know something else that would be funny," Margo said.  "And that would remind him to keep his male pride in check."

She took a lipstick from the pocket of her robe.  Colin held still when she cupped his chin in her hand.  He was so vulnerable with his arms trapped and useless behind him.  She colored his mouth bright red, the same color that was on her lips.  Then she declared that they should all go to the special room to see what Colin could wear to go with the pretty look of his face. 

"We can make him a girl," Dee enthused.

"But we won't be able to call him Colin anymore.  Let's use something more feminine.  Like... Colleen."

Dee giggled.  "That's so cute."  She ran her duster up the center of his back.  "Do you like your new name, Colleen?"

"No," he said sulkily.  "I don't."

"Are you sure?"  She teased the area between his nipples, coming very close to both of them.  "Would some more teasing change your mind?"

He didn't know how much he could take at that point.  Reluctantly, he lied, "Yes, Miss Dee."  That seemed like a proper way to address her.  She agreed and told him so.  "I like my new name.  My girl name."

"Well," his wife decided, "if you're going to look like a girl, and have that name, you need to sound the right way.  Let's hear you thank us for changing what you're called, but sound less like Colin and much more like Colleen."

Her husband took a breath and, using a high wispy voice, said, "Thank you for renaming me Colleen.  It suits me very well.  Thank you, Ma'am.  And thank you, Miss."

They entered the special room.   This time Dee opened the wardrobe so he could see what marvels it held.  Colin's eyes went wide.  His colorful mouth hung open.  Facing him were a dozen selections which they could put on him, from stoles to full-length coats.   On a series of short shelves to one side were hats, muffs, and other accessories.  Dee took a short fur vest for herself.  The effect was stunning. 

"Now, husband dearest," said Margo.  "If Dee frees your arms, do you think you can behave properly?"

His head was spinning.  In a strained whisper he said, "Yes,  Ma'am."

Dee undid the arm binder.  He thanked her and remembered to use the name Miss Dee.  Colin flexed his arms to help them recovered from the unnatural position in which they had been held.  His wife gestured to something in the wardrobe and Dee took down a black cape that was fur on both sides.  She removed the scarf from around his neck  set it aside, then draped the new garment around him.  Then she fastened a series of hooks-and-eyes down the front.  He saw at once how cleverly lit had been designed.  His arms were trapped under its close-fitting dimensions.  From a cape it had become another form of bondage.  When they had him move around in it the fur teased his naked skin from neck to knees.  Dee smiled impishly and ran her fur duster over the sides of his face.  Then she took  down a fur hat that fitted closely over the top of his head.  It had a tie hanging down on either side, and the girl knotted them tightly together, high up so that they prevented him from parting his jaws enough even for normal speech. 

Margo wanted to know, "Do you like what we've put on you, Colleen?"

Feeling all-at-once weak and helpless, he said without opening his mouth much, "Yes, Ma'am.  I didn't imagine it would effect me so powerfully."  Waves of pleasure rushed through him.  "And... and..."

"Yes?" His wife smirked.  "What else is happening under that lovely cape that enfolds you so well?  Hmmm?  You must answer truthfully, girl."

"It makes me seem like someone else.  As if I'm no longer a man.  But not really a woman."

She chortled at his confusion.  "It's helping you to realize what you really are.  What you were always meant to be.  A simpering submissive sissy.  Unable to resist the touch of fur.  Now you are being taught that it is not effective only when I wear it, but when you do as well.  It must be like so many tiny hands tantalizing you."

"Yes," he conceded.

"And making you want to empty your balls."

"That's true, Ma'am."

"But that chastity makes it impossible."

He sniffled.  "Yes.  It's like I'm on the verge of an orgasm but can't go the final distance."

"Now think about what it would be like to be kept in that extreme state for hours.  Days.  Weeks."

Colin sobbed, "Oh, Margo, it would be too much."

"Let me be the judge of that.  I relish the idea of keeping you on the edge until your willpower melts away utterly.  So we can remake you as a better person.  Because all of this effort is for your benefit, don't forget.  But for right now, let me see you circle the room, taking small delicate steps."

His lips quivered.  He was on the brink of bursting into tears.  His wife was such a strong woman that he felt like a weak girl, so emotional, unable to defend himself in the slightest.  He began a circuit of the room, seeing all the bondage clothes and devices, all the instruments of punishment, that were displayed on one wall.  Every movement he made caused the inside of the cape to caress him.  In spite of his desire to appear less fragile, he whimpered loud enough for all to hear.  His gentle tormentors watched him with keen interest.  By the time he returned to his starting point he was a quivering mass of frayed nerves.

"Again," Margo said calmly.  "Two more times.  And go even slower.  Stop and admire those lovely recreational fashions and man-taming toys.  When you reach the three-sided mirror, take a few minutes to admire yourself.  Make a few air kisses at your reflection.  We'll be keeping an eye on you, Colleen."

He couldn't believe what a profound effect all this was having on him.  When he reached them the second time, Dee was waiting with eye liner in hand, to work on his face.  The third time it was blush, which she applied liberally to his cheeks.  They had him check himself in the mirror once more and the transformative power of what he saw, a very feminine face under a fur hat, and below a body wrapped in the fur cape, was staggering.  He felt his maleness slipping away.

It was at that moment that Margo conceived another step in her plan, one that might well finalize his ruination as a man.  But she would have to soften him up some more in the weeks to come.  She didn't mind waiting for the final result.  After all, getting there was half the fun. 

In the days that followed the women increased their use of cosmetics on him and began fussing with his hair, brushing it and applying gel to create girly styles.  Both of them made sure to mention that this was all for his own good.  They also staged many scenes to wear Colin down.  For instance, they started with him naked -- as always -- and put a large fox collar over his shoulders.  This piece of fur was meant to be attached to a long coat.  It reached all the way to his cock lock, to which they affixed it.  His hands were cuffed together in front, with very little space between them.  Then he was given a feather duster and assigned three rooms to clean.  The library would be especially laborious with all its shelves.  He began work and almost immediately they decided he was going too slowly.  That was when Dee produced a bamboo can and gave him a swat across both bare buttocks.  He yelped and tried to work faster, though it was difficult with his wrists so near to each other.  She would occasionally slash the cane again, aiming just a bit higher or lower, so that he backside as getting nicely decorated. 

"Coleen," she said critically, "are you intentionally dragging your feet so I'll hit your bum?  I think maybe you're getting a secret thrill out of this."

"No, I'm not," he insisted.  "Please don't do it any more."

"Excuse me?  I didn't hear you."  She added another stripe.

"I said you have to stop caning me."

"Still can't hear you," she informed him.  "Maybe it's because you aren't addressing me properly."

"I... OH... I'm sorry, Miss Dee.  Please don't use that thing on my bottom again."  He sounded close to tears.

"But what about that tone you used a moment ago, when you told me I had to stop.  That wasn't very respectful, now was it?"

"No.  No, Miss Dee.  I'm so sorry."

As if he hadn't spoken, she went on, "And we must always respect our betters, mustn't we?"

"But you're only hired help," he stated without thinking. 

Too late he realized what he had just done.  Colin bit his lips and gave her a plaintive look.  She shook her head to express deep disappointment.  

"I'm sorry, Colleen," she went on, "but what you just said is inexcusable.  Talking down to your betters."

Margo contributed, "My husband can be so difficult, even after all the effort I've put into making him understand his role.  Now, with you helping, trying so hard to educate him, he STILL doesn't respond the way he should.  I'm afraid you'll have to give him an added six strokes."  Colin froze up inside, trying to absorb what he'd just heard.  And then his full-figured wife finished the thought with, "On the back of his thighs."

"NO!" he cried, not having to consciously make his voice high because panic was doing that for him.  "It'll hurt so bad."

"And two more," his wife said with a roll of her eyes, "for backtalk."

He opened is mouth but at last his thinking caught up with his stress and fear.  Colin took a deep breath.  He lowered his gaze, concerned that even making eye contact might be construed as rebellious behavior.  Once he was quiet and standing still, the power of fur reasserted itself.  It somehow comforted him in his time of distress.  It felt so good.  And then the cane struck, right across the back of one leg, just below his sitter.  He wailed and had to take a step forward to maintain his balance.  Dee adjusted her stance and did the same to the other thigh.  He gasped and tried to catch his breath. 

"Six to go," Dee reminded him.  "But I'll allow you some time to recover.  Keep doing your cleaning.  And dwell on how you earned this punishment."

"Perhaps," Margo offered, "If we use similar corrections ANY time Colleen doesn't perform up to expectations, the message will sink in."

The two women gave him tips on doing the job correctly.  With the threat of added strokes of the cane hanging over him, he listened carefully and tried to do everything exactly as they said.  Some of their advice seemed counterproductive to him.  For instance, when Margo told him to bend forward at the waist to reach low spots.  He hated how that stretched his back muscles and made him feel that his bottom was on display.  Or when Dee noticed him having trouble keeping his balance, and she produced a rubber mouth protector that had been modified, with a hole in the center to accommodate the duster's handle.  That way he was able to bite down on the device and dust my moving his head and upper body, while keeping his hands free in case he was in danger of toppling over.  After he had his mouth thus filled, Dee gave him two more slashes of the cane.  His groans were muffled by the rubber. 

At the same time, he became increasingly aware that while the fur produced pleasure and the cane generated pain, the two sensations were becoming increasingly mingled in his mind.  The fur against his chest and abdomen kept him stimulated.  The bamboo smacking his bottom and thighs made those targets blaze.  Instructions from the females kept him moving and bending and twisting at the waist.  The fat bit in his mouth tasted bad and forced him to breath through his nose, at the same time that he was trying to manage his own saliva.  They kept him at his task until all three rooms had been dusted to their satisfaction and he was physically and emotionally spent.

Another scenario they created was supposed to be to help him walk in high heels.  He had to wear only a sleeveless fur wrap.  They had set up a horizontal bar that he could walk along, with one leg on either side.  This was supposed to be to prevent him from falling.  But it had a more insidious purpose, being covered in thick fur.  It was set at the perfect level to tease his scrotum and the insides of his receptive thighs.  If he let his knees bend a little, it tickled him between his buttocks.  The tactile effect made him think less about moving in heels than about how aroused he was, and the way his chastity prevented him from even getting an erection, let alone gaining any relief.  The pole was twelve feet long.  As soon as he reached the end and was free of it, he had to pivot and retraced his route in the opposite direction. 

They kept him at it for well over an hour, until he was muttering nonstop to himself, sniveling, and twitching.  The wrap he wore kept the nerve ends of his upper body firing and the pole took care of him below.  By the time he was permitted to stop, Margo had decided he had been made vulnerable enough and she could now carry out the final stage of her plan to thoroughly unman him. 

The next day she made half a dozen phone calls.  Then she set Colin -- wearing a fur shrug and matching leggings -- to cleaning the high-ceilinged sunroom, well lit by ornamental skylights.  He labored all day, with Dee standing by to offer occasional encouragement via a long paddle applied to his bottom.  After it was done he was allowed to go and get a bath, though he had to use scented soap and afterwards had sandalwood powder put all over him with an oversized puff wielded by Dee.  From another part of the house he heard an unfamiliar female voice.  He had a dread of anyone else seeing him in his present role.  Then, to his astonishment, he had his chastity removed.  Before he could think much about why that had happened, he was ordered onto his hands and knees.  Margo's assistant knelt behind him, pulled back his balls, and locked them in a humbler.  The simple device had two strips of wood that allowed his testicles to pass through a cut-out but, when the halves were fastened together, prevented them from retracting.  The ends of the device rested against the backs of his thighs.  That made it impossible to stand because of the strain on the bag that contained his family jewels. 

Next he had a fur garment that could best be described as oversized panties put on him.  It was tight enough that it wouldn't fall off but loose enough that his unfettered cock could be titillated by touching the interior.  Then a narrow bandeau crop-top was put on him and fastened behind.  It was made completely of fur, which incessantly teased his nipples.  Margo and Dee were dressed in long furs over formal clothing, and the sight of their outerwear, along with how his skin was being tantalized, soon gave him an aching erection.  The doorbell rang and Colin heard someone answer it.  More unknown speakers had arrived.  A young woman who could have been Dee's sister, neatly dressed and with a long fur vest over her clothes, appeared.  She ushered two women into the room.  They were around Margo's age and similarly dressed in formal attire, but also wearing furs that fell almost to the floor.  Colin was stabbed by pangs of desire.  He also wanted to hide from them.  They didn't take special notice of him, as if it was normal to have a bizarrely dressed male, with feminized hair and face, crawling around when guests showed up. 

Another pair arrived.  Colin's mind was whirling.  They too favored furs.  A final pair appeared, also in long coats, and Margo said she was glad everyone she had asked was able to make it.  They were standing in a loose group with Colin in the middle, still being ignored.  Dee served champagne and the other girl brought around finger food.  As if at a silent signal the females crowded together, penning in Colin.  The bottoms of two coats brushed against him.  His sexual temperature rose.  Inside what he wore his erogenous zones became even more reactive.  The hem of Margo's fur stroked his face.  Time after time their furs moved over and against him.  Their feathery touch was maddening.  He tried to move away but there was always another one waiting to amplify his cravings.  It submerged him in a fever dream of sweet addiction.  He glanced furtively up at the women looming over him.  Was he even allowed to admire them?  Or would it cost him punishment?

Margo tapped her glass lightly with a large ring she wore.  "Ladies, I don't want to be a neglectful hostess, so please allow me to introduce my husband.  His given name is Colin but, as part of training I've been forced to give him for various reasons, he is now known as Colleen."

One invitee leered at him from above and said, "How interesting," as if he were some strange specimen, which it could be said he was.

Another looked down her nose at him.  "Curious.  Have you been training him since the wedding, Margo dear?"

"Oh, I started long before that.  We met and I saw he lacked guidance and needed to be molded like soft clay in my hands.  But of course, it's more entertaining to start early, take one's time, and enjoy a slow but very necessary emasculation."

"So," said still another, "have you taken a lover, so there can be a true man in your bed?"

Colin's wife chuckled.  "No, not yet, though I'm certainly considering the option.  Of course, I trained Colleen early on to satisfy me with her mouth."

"What else did you do to condition her?"

"The most important part was putting the little fool into chastity.  And then flaunting my body at her.  She was nearly drooling over me."

"Ha!"  This one hadn't spoken yet.  "But I'm guessing she has a certain weakness, and that's why you requested us to wear fur this evening."

"Yes.  By a happy coincidence, Colleen has an overwhelming fetishistic love of women who are wearing it.  And then I introduced my spouse to wearing it herself, which melts her willpower absolutely."

"And she's so ridiculously dressed for this gathering."

"I know.  You see, she has finally been released from chastity.  Temporarily, of course.  And with all of us towering over her, our coats so near to her..."  She held the front of hers and made it meet one side of Colin's face and then the other, again and again.  "... she'll be in a quandary the entire time you're here."

That sent laughter rippling through the watchers.  They began to mill around Colin, making sure that their furs frequently ran over his bare back, stroked his neck, and briefly covered his face.  At one point a woman got his head between her feet, so that his nose was almost touching the fur top of one of her boots.  Her coat's tail lay on the back of his neck.  He quivered and mewled, his system threatening to overload from so much of what he hungered for.  As soon as one freed him, another took her place.  She had similar footwear and Colin realized that Margo must have strongly suggested fur-topped boots as well.  He whimpered with need and, instead of waiting for the women to come to him, began to crawl toward one after another.  The tattered remains of his self control and pride were leaving him.  He nuzzled a fur boot top, pressed his face against the fur trim at the bottom of one coat, and was overcome when he got his face under yet another mink.  His fierce erection showed no signs of subsiding. 

They all sat on chairs around the perimeter of the room, leaving Colin in the middle, a risible sight.  Dee and the other girl, who had the improbable name of Minty, went to him.  First they put a collar around his neck and attached a leash, so they could walk him to each of the women and let them admire how unmanly he had been made to look and how flustered he was.  Then they returned him to where he could be easily seen by all.  At that point the two lovelies crouched close to him and rubbed their fur clad bodies against his exposed skin.  He moaned and took shuddering breaths.  Minty put herself directly in front of him, filling his field of vision, and touched herself with the fur she wore.  It was as if the coat was her lover.  Dee got behind him and massaged his stiff member through the softness covering it.

"What's the matter, Colleen?" Minty wanted to know.  "Am I getting you too excited?"

Dee said to her, "I think you are, dear.  His dick is so hard.  I hope he doesn't lose control."

"That would make a mess in his lovely fur panties.  They would require special cleaning."

"And he would need a week of punishments."

Minty rubbed fur against her thinly covered breasts and sighed.  "I would have to stay here and help supervise him."

Dee kept moving her hand, taking him toward a point of no return.  "And he'd be in so much trouble that his wife might never let him out of chastity again."

Colin made a sound of anguished defeat.  It rose into one of release so intense it was painful.  With his balls still caught in the humbler and a roomful of women watching him intently, he ejaculated.  It was spasmodic, noisy, and animated.  His full-body orgasm was followed immediately by waves of shame.  Margo laughed at his failure to resist the girls' manipulations, both mental and physical.   He hung his head.  His unmanning was complete, or at least this phase of it was.

They left him in his damp undergarment while the women spent the next hour chatting and enjoying a second bottle of champagne.  At last they began to depart.  The final guest stood and gave Margo a confidential look.

"I know the perfect man for you.  Tall and handsome and, from what I've heard, a spirited lover.  You've taken your Colleen's therapy as far as you can for now, I believe.  But cuckolding him would create a whole new level of debasement.  A much lower level for your husband.  A basement of debasement."  She chuckled at her wordplay.  "A shock cure like that might work.  Would you like me to have you over to my place for a social evening, with a few selected friends, including him?"

"Yes, please.  I'm very interested.  I'm willing to try that if it might help my poor pathetic Colleen.   Having a proper man in my bed would be so gratifying.  It could repay me for some of the sacrifices I've made for my spouse.  And making Colleen watch could be good for both of us."

Her conquered husband could only remain where he was, on all fours, unable to rise.  He gazed at his voluptuous wife, so gorgeous in her fur coat, and trembled.  She said she was trying to help him.  Soon her efforts would include returning him to chastity and, most likely taking a lover.  Colin would become a cuckold.  And, he knew in his heart, would remain forever a prisoner of fur.

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(In my previous effort, PENIS IN FURS, I didn't include bondage, which the reader who suggested the story had asked for.  So I created this separate scenario, with different characters, to play with that theme and add a few other bits and pieces that came to me.  Hope  readers will enjoy it.  Please leave a review.)