A Stash of Fur Coats – Part 2
At 8am, Monica arrived early. The furrier was only able to schedule a 9:00 appointment and Monica needed to catch up on some leftover inventorying she missed by leaving early yesterday.
For some reason, her parting with Jan yesterday had left her feeling uneasy. She was worried that Jan would try something rash like sneak—or even break—into Mrs. Sutter’s home overnight and take the fur coats for herself.
When she unlocked and entered the house, she went directly upstairs and was relieved, even surprised to find that all of the furs were just where she left them—on the bed. Except there was one missing, the coat Jan had tried on. Damn it!
This woman was being unreasonable. She should call the police on her. Though there was no sign of breaking in, she’d somehow found a way to sneak in and steal valuable merchandise from Baytermann Estate Sales. More than likely, Miranda, her boss, would hang this millstone around her neck, ending her career.
At that thought, she rushed down the stairs and it was all she could do to keep from pounding on Jan’s front door. As she was approaching, she almost collided with a well-built but balding middle-aged man, who walked past Monica as if she were invisible. That must be Jan’s husband, she thought.
“Excuse me,” she called after him. “Is Jan home?”
He mumbled something unintelligible before getting in his car and driving off. What a strange and impolite way to treat a stranger, Monica thought. She knocked at Jan’s door, but seeing that he had left the inside door open, not bothering to lock it behind him, she decided to enter. The element of surprise might be useful if Jan decided to run away with the coat.
“Hello?” She called. “Jan?”
“In here,” called a smooth voice that Monica didn’t recognize.
Monica turned a corner, walking into the living room. “Warmer,” said the sultry voice. “Try up.”
Monica sighed. Really? As if this job was not hard enough. She was starting to wonder if Jan was crazy. She climbed the stairs and entered Jan’s bedroom, nearly gasping. Jan was sitting on her bed, wearing the crystal fox coat from yesterday, and caressing it like the cat that stole the canary.
“Hello, Monica, dear,” she said in a voice, captivating, smooth like honey. “It’s so good to see you. I hope you don’t mind, but I just loved this coat so much that I decided to buy it from you before the Estate Sale.”
Something was off. Jan had perfect poise, grace, and articulation, like an aristocrat. Monica tried to find her voice.
“Listen, I know you like that coat, but it needs to come back and be inventoried before you—”
“Did you meet my darling husband before you came over? I’m sure he let you in. After all, you would not be so foolish as to enter a person’s property without admission and accuse them of the same.” Jan smiled. “Would you?” Monica’s heart sank. She had her. Every word was well-chosen, deliberate, and yet not practiced. Also, was she wearing that coat naked? Monica couldn’t tell and didn’t want to guess.
“Well, yes he—”
“Please, Monica,” Jan said, standing up. “We are friends.” She walked over to Monica and gave her a hug, wrapping her in the crystal fox. “And as friends, such good friends, I can tell when you are not being entirely honest with me.” Monica marveled at the coat’s softness, at the respect, the class that Jan was showing, a cultivation she did not have yesterday.
“Let me tell you something and then you may speak,” said Jan, pulling back from the embrace, her hands still on Monica’s shoulders. Monica nodded, not knowing where this was going.
“I had a conversation with my husband this morning. It was enlightening, for him, at the very least. I convinced him of what I should have known all along.”
Monica listened, waiting for her turn to talk, to try to get Jan to see reason and return the coat, at least long enough for it to be appraised. But Jan’s voice was just so captivating.
“I showed him that our love, I, as a woman, and he, as a man, was not natural. I had never been happy with him, and if he would be honest with himself, even for a moment, he would see that he was not happy either. I explained to him our mutual need for a permanent separation, to which he readily agreed. I believe we have both seen the light, as it were.”
Monica realized there had been a pause; she had been hanging onto Jan’s every word, making eye contact with Jan the whole time, as her body language training had taught her. Had Jan’s eyes been green all this time and she hadn’t noticed?
“Oh!” Monica realized, missing her social cue. “I’m so sorry to hear that, I mean. Jan, can we talk about—”
“Tut! I am not finished yet, dear. And, please, keep your eyes on me when I’m speaking. It’s rude not to look someone in the eye when you are speaking with them.”
“Yes,” Monica said, her ears burning.
“As I was saying, my husband, Dave, and I will be separating, and here is why. When I was wearing this glorious coat yesterday, the one you, of course, would like to see safely returned, I had this revelation that he was not satisfying my emotional needs, my physical needs. That he never would. In fact, I grew convinced that no man could make me happy. Do you understand, dear?”
“Umm, I’m not—”
Jan had been caressing Monica’s shoulders subtly, as if it were Jan naturally swaying as she spoke. At this point, the caressing progressed by inches, up and down Monica’s bare arms. In the meantime, Monica was lost in Jan’s eyes and words, not realizing that the real Jan was no longer present.
“To be clearer, I realized that all of my memories of men, my husband included, were of guilt, shame, unfulfilled sexual fantasies, and unrealistic desires. All they care about is themselves, their rights, and their libido. You are single, right?”
“Yes,” Monica said, as Jan did a slight nod as a cue.
“You should be so lucky. I had to live with that man for ten years, and at no point in the marriage did he treat me with the dignity and respect that a woman deserves. That is, unless there was something in it for him. But if he does not have that one thing, you can only expect lies, broken promises, and maybe even an affair behind your back. So you must see, at least by this point, that men have only ever wanted one thing from you, from all women. And you know what that one thing is, right?”
It became harder and harder to think. Her vision was tunneling to Jan’s green eyes, her soothing voice, the soft fur caressing her arms, and now her neck and shoulders. It felt so good. She fought to focus, long enough to say, “Sex?”
“Yes! Good girl,” said Jan, rewarding Monica with a soft caress on her cheeks with the fox sleeves. Monica flushed with warmth at the praise and the soft fur.
“So I decided all of this,” Jan continued, “as I wore this wonderful fur coat. Why? Because fur is so soft, so pleasant, and so fine, Monica. This coat helped me to focus, to rest, and to understand these truths that I had been hiding so deeply within myself. Fur is so soft, so relaaaaaxiiiing. Don’t you agree, Monica?” She had increased the frequency of her stroking and Monica nodded slightly, her eyes growing unfocused. Monica didn’t notice Mistress Sonja stretching Jan’s face into a predatory grin as she continued.
“And fur is so nice. It gives warmth and comfort, and everything else a man cannot give. It really does not ask anything of us in return, just our love and our attention. And those are so easy to give, because fur coats deserve it. They are there for us, not us for them, Monica. They are so supple and soft, that they just bring nothing but the best feelings. Do you feel me touching your skin with the fur, my dear?”
Monica nodded dumbly. She felt so warm, languid, lazy, her head full of fluff and fog. It didn’t make sense; one minute she was here to tell Jan off, the next she was agreeing with her, loving the feel of Jan’s fur, and finding men so disagreeable.
“Fur just feels so good; you do not need to tell me, Monica. In fact, you do not have to speak anymore if you do not want to. Just stand here, lost in my eyes, hearing my soothing voice, feeling so warm and comfortable as I caress your skin with this nice soft fur. It is quite pleasant just to let go, to let my words sink into your mind. You do not need to listen to them, just hear them and feel them go into your mind. You can stay here, focused on my eyes, the fur, my voice, and not have to think about anything. And that is one of the best feelings there is.
“Feel the fur, so soft, so pleasant. It feels good against your exposed skin, your arms, shoulders, and neck, just as it felt when I wore it yesterday, just like I am wearing it now. And if I am wearing this fur, which is responsible for how good you feel, it only makes sense that I am the reason you feel good. The reason you feel good is that I am wearing this soft crystal fox fur coat. Is that right?”
Monica could not even hear Jan anymore, so lost she was in the sensations that were making her feel relaxed, so good. She heard a cue and a silence, so she said, “Yes.” Monica did not care if she was agreeing to kidnap children. Anything to make this feeling last. She was so sleepy. She had woken up early this morning and she always worked so hard. Jan was right, maybe she could close her eyes for just a little bit. Jan promised that she would see still her wonderful green eyes in her imagination. Monica closed her eyes and found that Jan was right.
She heard Jan’s voice telling her more soothing truths, things that just made sense. She would not take Jan’s fur coat away. Why would she do such a thing? It belonged to her, and rightly so. Jan was a powerful woman, and she taught her so many valuable things. Men were really not so important. Monica always felt they were second to her career, but now she saw that even her career was second to her love of women.
Yes, women. It made sense. She had not been with a man in years, and now she knew why. They were full of lies and sexual obsession, but a woman, like a fur coat, was always there for her, to lift her up, and make her feel good about herself. In fact, why hadn’t she realized this before? She wanted to wear a fur coat. She wanted to be with a woman. She wanted to wear a fur coat and have sex with another woman in a fur coat. Now that was hot.
She moaned slightly with arousal, as Jan continued singing rhythmic truths to Monica, rubbing fur all over her new thrall. She removed Monica’s panties from her unresisting legs and began stroking her pussy with the sleeve of her fox coat. Monica moaned louder, unaware of herself, only feeling the stimulation between her thighs. So soft, so wonderfully perfect.
Mistress Sonja continued to rub and indoctrinate Monica, pleased that she was able to ensnare two women in less than ten hours.
“Soon,” Jan said. “You will open your eyes and you will see me wearing a fur coat. I am a powerful woman, who has taught you the truth about your life. If I have saved your life, that makes me your savior. That means I am in control, correct?”
“Yessss,” said an enthralled Monica. The fox fur worked her pussy, turning her on more than ever as Mistress skillfully found the right spots.
“And if I am in control that means I am your Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Monica breathed.
“When I wear this coat, I have a new name. You will call me Mistress Sonja. Do you understand, Monica?”
“Yes, Mistress Sonja.” Monica said, accepting this without a second thought.
“You have done so well,” said Mistress Sonja, rewarding Monica with a fur caress of her face, using the other sleeve. Monica arched into it unconsciously, gasping. She was so close now, this woman had her in every way possible. Her voice commanding her with its saccharine tone, her eyes burning bright and brilliant in her mind’s eye, her fur turning her on more than she had ever been before.
“My dear, all you need to do now is cum, knowing that once you do, you will be my lesbian fur slave, and I am your Mistress forever. Do you want this, knowing that you will never again be the same?”
Monica did not have time to think. She briefly remembered that she worked at an estate office, but this this! was the best sex of her life, and she loved this woman so much and all she wanted to do was…
“Cum, furslave!”
The orgasm wracked Monica’s body, its blinding brilliance burned Mistress Sonja’s eyes into her mind. She would always see them when she closed her eyes. And she loved it. she was a slave.
“Excellent, my dear. Now that I am your Mistress, what does that make you?”
“Your slave, Mistress Sonja,” monica hissed.
“Very good,” Mistress smiled. “When you open your eyes, you will see the most beautiful Goddess, and you will worship her the only way a fur-loving lesbian sex slave knows how. Do you understand?
“Yes, Mistress Sonja.”
“Good. Now open your eyes.”
monica blinked a few times, before taking in the sight of her Mistress, clad in the crystal fox fur coat. Her pussy grew damp instantly.
“Remove your clothing. Now.”
“Yes, Mistress Sonja.” monica didn’t think, could not even remember that less than an hour ago, she was irate with this woman.
“My dear slave, you have done so well that I brought you a gift. Something I know would be perfect for you in your new role. In fact, you love it and cannot wait to try it on.”
Mistress Sonja held up a full-length black mink coat that had been sitting on the bed behind her. Sonja had planned this trap perfectly, knowing that monica would fall right into it. Mistress Sonja held it up, by the shoulders, saying, “Put it on, my slave.”
“Yes, Mistress Sonja,” monica said, not registering that this coat would forever change her, bind her to her Mistress far stronger than any hypnotic trance.
As she slipped into the soft mink, the last thing she felt was the divine softness. She could not resist the urge to caress it all over her body, to rub her cheeks against the magnificent collar.
“Now, slave,” smiled Mistress Sonja, as she caressed her slave’s fur-covered breasts, then her arse. “You shall properly thank your Mistress for enslaving you, molding you into My will.” She put her hands on monica’s shoulders and applied the slightest pressure, but monica understood and dropped to her knees. She knelt and proceeded to pleasure her Mistress.
As she ate out Mistress Sonja, new thoughts filled her mind, stronger urges to worship this Fur Mistress, to thank her for saving monica from her dull, uninteresting life. She had a lifetime of worshipping her and satisfying that glorious righteous pussy.
The coat filled her head with ideas. Fantasies about converting other women, bringing them to her Mistress. The thought of them slipping on these exquisite furs, a blank, glassy look settling on their faces before understanding, devotion, and total arousal dawned in their eyes. It got monica so wet.
In fact, her coat whispered, as she continued to tongue Sonja’s clitoris, i should pleasure myself with the fur as i please my Mistress. She deserves this. She is so much more important than me. i am a mere fur slave. my only purpose in life is to attend to her needs, personal and sexual. Yes. my purpose, thought monica.
Mistress Sonja was so aroused, watching the black mink coat turn monica, whose resistance, if she had any, was completely worn away by the trance she was in.
Nothing else matters, the voice of the mink continued. monica unknowingly nodded her agreement as she buried her tongue in a bucking Mistress Sonja’s cunt.
“Yesss, slave,” Mistress Sonja said. “You will let the black mink have you. You will let her wear you forever, and you will love every moment of it. Let her make you into my perfect little furslave. Give up your old life. It was so boring anyway. Come. Join Me.”
monica whimpered, moaning as her Mistress commanded her not to resist these perverse thoughts as they increased in number. Servicing three women, all in fur. Bringing about the return of the Fur Queen, and worshipping her hot wet cunt. Spreading our Sisterhood across the world. Turning your boss, Miranda, into one of us. That last thought dragged her over the abyss, and she came, simultaneously with Mistress Sonja, screaming into her Mistress’s pussy, as it gushed over her willing tongue.
monica, turned on by the very depravity of complete obedience to her Mistress, to this wonderful black mink coat, as it consumed her. she shouted, “Yes, Mistress!” and was gone, cumming her burning soul into cinders and reveling as an invading, beautiful presence gently blew the ashes of monica’s old life away with an enthusiastic exhale.
slave monique caressed her full-length black mink fur coat, purring with satisfaction.
“Thank you, my Mistress,” she breathed. “It feels so good to be out of that trunk, and i’m glad you found such a perfect possession for me to wear.”
slave monique caressed the former monica’s breasts with the sleeves of the black mink fur. Simply divine.
“you are bound to me, slave,” said Mistress Sonja with an evil grin. “you are mine.”
At that moment, monica’s cell phone buzzed.
“Slave, who is it that calls you?”
slave monique pulled the cell phone from Monica’s purse, beside her on the floor. “It is the furrier my host requested to appraise Your furs, Mistress Sonja.”
“Interesting,” said Mistress Sonja, putting Jan’s hand thoughtfully to Jan’s chin. “I have an idea, slave, and you will help me enact it.”
“Yes, Mistress Sonja,” said slave monique, kneeling dutifully before her Mistress who stroked her hair.