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Gerri

By: FurLove



CHAPTER 1

Gerri was in the Music Conservatory while I was in the Design College a year ahead of her. We still traveled in the same circles none the less. Being a Midwestern City University and having very little on campus housing, most lived at home or in off campus housing of some sort. 

Gerri has a most interesting personality that I am attracted to in a strong subconscious way. Though she's not model beautiful there is a most appealing and pleasant quality about her. Thin, broad shouldered and 5'-9" with small breasts she has a pretty, thin featured face, bright very blue eyes, long nicely arched neck, very full medium brown wavy just-over-the-shoulder hair, a nice frame and fine long legs. She never wore makeup and never seemed to need it, a healthy, lightly freckled, fair skin country girl look. Gerri is also extremely intelligent and quite talented. She started school at age five and skipped a year in High School. She had just turned sixteen starting college. 

When very young Gerri and her younger brother would be left to fend for themselves when their parents, being fairly well off, would go on one or two month "spiritual" trips to India, Cambodia or god-knows-where. Left with only a few friends to look in on them from time to time. Living in a small southern college town this created a dependency to her older brother who she oddly took care of. This rather peculiar situation created an insecure void in her. She was very self conscious of what others thought of her leaving her with a somewhat shy quality. Otherwise she was very independent and self-sufficient by necessity. 

She had a decided bent to the strange, occult and offbeat, looking for something to fill the void. She had frequent horrific nightmares. Gerri was truly horrified of horror films. Her smile was big and sweet but with tight corners. At the same time there was a naivety and freshness to her. She always dressed tastefully and mostly wore very nice sweaters with miniskirts, sometimes with leotards and slacks on occasion. Even with her tiny tits, shy and plain demeanor she was very attractive. There was always a well arranged and tasteful hair tie, hair-clasp or hair-piece of real fur which she would unconsciously stroke often humming Bach, Mozart or other tune-of-the-moment as she did. Her brother joined the Army after high school leaving Gerri to deal with the last year on her own.

I was 5'-11", medium build, broad shouldered, short brown hair, hazel eyes and a short cut beard from freshman year on. Khakis and a sweatshirt for classes and the tweed jacket look for "dress up" was my general attire. I was generally liked and was always into philosophical and political trouble. Most thought me reasonably handsome. Some, sorority girls in particular, considered me weird. Having also grown up in a small southern college town I already knew I was too mature for fraternities. Though I was very good at sports in high school I didn't have time for that in college. There were too many other important things to do to play second string. I had to work a year before starting college and had to work my way through so I wanted the most from my experience. That didn't mean I couldn't enjoy myself. Learning should be

Gerri and I first met at the Music Conservatory since I liked to go to student and staff recitals, often during the class day. I also went to music performances off campus as well. I started to run into her with some frequency after that by chance for the first six months or so her Freshman year. She first questioned me why, as a Design student, I was so interested in classical music? I told her the only thing that exceeds my passion for Design is Classical Music and I wasn't real sure about that. In our socializing we would see each other in the same groups and events, sometimes singing in the same choir. She was animated and passionate in conversation. Gerri is very curious and inquisitive as am I. We became good friends. 

For a little over a year at that time I was involved with a raven haired beauty and we were headed for engagement. We had much in common, she was in Design as well and we were both top of our classes. We had lots of mutual friends and she was the love of my life. All was not quite right in paradise, however. We never had "sex" though we frequently engaged in heavy, intimate and extended foreplay with lots of very intimate fondling. It was never consummated; her choice. She eventually broke off the relationship and I was heart broken! Our mutual friends were very surprised and disappointed. Some mutual friends still mention it. 

After that I had a series of brief romantic episodes with a wide range of women with different interests, different looks and styles all being very interesting to gorgeous. Most were intelligent and talented and none lasted for more than a few dates. 

There was a gorgeous blond woman in Liberal Arts who always wore a simple, classic dark mink coat on campus. After trying for weeks to meet her we met quite by chance at one of my regular social meets where she happened to be present. The conversation lasted for all of five minutes. She was a New Yorker with an ego a mile wide, talking only about herself, not very smart and NO personality. I found out as soon as she walked away from a friend next to me that she couldn't get into Columbia which was why she was at our University and the football team was her playpen. None of the women I dated really felt right and none led to a sexual relationship. Something was missing with them all. My friends were as perplexed as I. I was really not liking this dating thing and I was beginning to think that the one I wanted to be with or could be with was unattainable or unavailable, whoever she was.

Gerri and I continued seeing each other as usual at our various social and musical events and the chance meetings on campus. Many of the musical events for her were course requirements such as the Symphony. These I regularly attended and we started to attend together regularly. I don't think either of us considered it a "Date". 

We spent time afterwards discussing and analyzing the performances often over a late dinner at a favorite restaurant or Dinner. I know she loved doing this as she would get very animated, smiling sweetly, in our discussions. In hind sight our discussions over music were actually much more than that. In our analysis of the works we would talk about our own feelings, many of which would touch on intimate thoughts which we would resolve leaving us with mutually warm feelings and certainly levels of satisfaction. How do you describe making love? You talk about Vivaldi Concerto for two Violins musically intertwining without bringing up making love. That's implied. Later on we would realize the significance of these "agreements" made and how they would mesh with future mutual "discussions". I am sure that is why we continued to enjoy these sessions so much. Music has much to offer. Sometimes a second safe language. 

We had known each other for two years by then and we were spending more and more time together at lunch or just hanging out in the park feeding the ducks. We talked about many things, not just about music. Her interests were as broad as mine, quite unusual for a Music major. I began to hum in counterpoint or in harmony when she fiddled with her fur piece. She would blush and continued humming and fiddling. I should have given up to her then. 

Gerri knew of my interests in other women but it didn't seem to bother her when we were together. We were friends after all. We didn't really date as such and or relationship didn't seem romantic. Many things we did were often with other friends as a group. When we were together by accident, casually or at an event or gathering she was my interest to the exclusion of any other unattached females present. Gerri knew and relished this.

CHAPTER 2

One Tuesday I invited her over to my place for a Friday night dinner and movie or jazz club afterwards, our first "date". At the time I didn't know exactly what to expect except for a pleasant evening and enjoyable time together as we usually would have. I didn't consciously think much about it. I shared an apartment with a good friend, Bob, in Engineering. Bob loved jazz, though he was tone deaf. We had gone out to jazz clubs with him and his girl friend, Fran, a number of times before. Fran is beautiful, intelligent, very interesting and decidedly off the main road. Bob and Fran's relationship was quite advanced. Though I was still a virgin I had no big moral issue about it. I had been trying to get a regular lay myself after all. I did find their bed room activities disconcerting and would find other activities out of the apartment for that time. Fran rarely stayed overnight as we had a one bed room apartment being poor undergrads. I would stay overnight with a friend when prearranged. 

I made dinner as usual that evening which all enjoyed. I made a beef curry with appropriate side dishes. Gerri had not eaten my cooking before and she was very impressed. Bob couldn't boil water and Fran burnt the toast. Their idea of making dinner was to order a pizza. Conversation was energetic as it often is in college. 

That night Gerri wore a dark brown, soft wool V-neck sweater with thin crimson stripes and dark brown wool slacks, it was a cold night. Her hair was down with two large, fat crystal fox tails as hair pieces, Indian style to her left side. With her energetic and animated gesturing they swung with her hair in a very provocative manner brushing over her breasts. Her smile was radiant. I had not seen those fox tails before and it was most disconcerting. I was suddenly having very erotic feelings toward her. We talked about everything from the environment, astronomy and jazz to religion and back again. We tapped out and da da da the parts to "Take Five" and ended on wine making as we polished off the third bottle. 

Bob and Fran retired to the bed room leaving us in the living room. I had turned on the campus classical music station a bit earlier. We sat quietly listening and a bit uneasy which was unusual. I found out from a mutual friend the next day that she was bent on getting laid that evening now that she was legal. It didn't do me much good then. Gerri made her move in response to me suggesting we leave for a movie. She put her arms around my waist and gave me the deep "kiss me" look, pressing our bodies together. This was unexpected of her since we had not kissed and only held hands and hugged in a friendly manner before. This evening I didn't need much persuasion as I found her much more attractive than ever and warmly erotic that evening compared to the women I had been dating. I was immediately stiff as we began kissing and fondling each other while standing, getting very hot very fast. I was running my hands up her sweater fondling her bare firm breasts with full aureole and large, hard nipples she had my belt undone and pulling off my shirt. 

We moved to the couch and continued. The evening progressed into very heavy foreplay encouraged by the music and occasional sighs an moans from the bed room. I was all over her, pulling down her slacks and panties, lightly nuzzling her sweet fragrant muff of very soft light brown curly hair, fingering her moist clitoris which she pressed up against my hand quivering slightly as I did. The other hand was caressing her breasts and I was kissing her neck with my face in her hair and the fox tails. I am off in another world unlike any sexual encounter before, including the raven haired beauty. She has my pants down with her hands around my cock, her fingers caressing my testicles and she is shifting her vagina closer and closer. My heart was racing and I was hard as a rock, leaking slightly, trying not to blow it all over the living room. Gerri is softly moaning, oh please, and whispering my name in my ear. 

The conflicts of taking her then was too much for me. She seemed so vulnerable, soft and fragile. What about our friendship? This was a big commitment particularly with the sensitivity of her vulnerable psyche. I wasn't prepared at all for this turn in our relationship. I made some lame ass excuse about not wanting to hurt her which is exactly what I ended up doing anyway. 

I walked her home, we paused several times to kiss, getting aroused again. We were both very frustrated. The kiss at her door lasted about half an hour with Gerri pressed hard against my stiff cock slightly rotating her hips and moaning near climax. 

I walked back totally confused, frustrated, perplexed, mad as hell at myself and horny beyond belief. I was sure I had blown it beyond repair. I had a fitful sleep and distressful dreams of "missing and loosing" things mixed with the sweet smell of her muff and hair with the fox tails lingering in my thoughts and of my fingers in her soft, moist vagina, my cock aching to be in her. I woke several times just before loosing it, oops. God I wished I had not stopped. I want her NOW! I had never been this sexually aroused and excited with anyone. The hook was set firm. It was so unexpected. What could I do or say to redeem this screw up? Maybe I could ask her for next Friday or Saturday? That seemed like an eternity. Get Bob to disappear for a change and pick up where we left off tomorrow night? Calling her will be very awkward but I have to do it. I'll call after my class in the morning; 7:30AM Saturday is a bit too early to be calling. What do I say or do when I see her this coming week?

Gerri's landlady, Donna, is a Professor at the Conservatory and local Diva. She is from old money, living quite comfortably in a Victorian period house of her parents near the Music Conservatory. Gerri was asking around later in her freshman year for a place to live. She was living in the on campus dorm at the time and wanted nicer and less restrictive accommodations. Donna asked her if she would like to live at her house in exchange for doing some chores and nominal rent. Having been there before for a group singing practice Gerri eagerly accepted. Donna likes Gerri, a lot. Though sexually knowledgeable, Gerri was very naive and doesn't have a clue. 

Donna had other students that spent considerable time with singing lessons at the house, overnight on occasion. Most were Gerri's classmates, all female. Gerri found it curios when they were at the house since they seemed more attentive to her than normal, touching her body, stroking her hair and hugging her often. Some wore fur which Gerri found particularly pleasurable. This was in some of her dreams from which she would awake strangely excited. 

On her return that evening Gerri starts talking to Donna and gradually the events and her intent for the earlier evening begins to unfold. Gerri has become very trusting of Donna and spares no detail. She is getting aroused all over again just talking about it. 

They are sitting on the sofa which has a Badger throw with four large Red Fox pillows, one in Gerri's lap which she is nervously stroking and hugging partly wrapped in the Badger. Gerri likes sitting on the couch a lot, sometimes without any panties under her miniskirt. She rarely wore a bra sometimes no panties and always barefoot around the house. It's a southern thing.

I had met Donna a number of times at the music school and though she was not my type, older, bleached blond, big busted and 5'-2" and very sexually attractive. She almost always wore fur of which I was acutely aware and I'm sure she sensed this interest. 


I have had an active and secretive interest in fur from a very early age but had little opportunity to act on aside from some pictures and seeing women in fur. When I was eight or so an Aunt came to live with us for a few years and she had a mink coat, gift of a boyfriend, that I was able to fur myself in when I was home alone on occasion. My first ejaculation, much to my overwhelmed astonishment was while furring myself one day. I thought I was coming apart. I didn't believe it until I did it again and again and again until I got caught. Oh, the shame. It felt so incredible. 

My fantasy life and view of sex was never the same after that. Growing up and in school I always thought there was something abnormal about my fantasies as I never heard a mention of it overhearing adults or in the locker room talk amongst the guys. But the urge was undiminished as I grew older, in fact it grew stronger. I was no less attracted to girls, in fact, I fantasized making love to them all the time ... in fur.

I would always stand or sit close to Donna so as to touch her fur. Donna would, from the very first, always brush or press up against me in a very casual way sometimes holding my hand on her fur or holding my arm in hers. She would give me very long goodbye hugs pressing her fur against me. I made no effort to resist, running my hands over her fur. I never sensed she was coming on to me, but a kind of secret she knew and abetted with a smile. 

Gerri was also very close on those occasions as I would recall a little later, sometimes arm in arm in arm with Donna in the middle. I felt my secret safe as a Diva is expected to do those sorts of things, kiss, kiss you know. When Gerri and I were with each other afterwards, in retrospect, she seemed much more placid and calm. Normally she had a little nervousness around the edges.

CHAPTER 3

While consoling Gerri, Donna has a plan. Donna says softly, stroking her fox tails and hair with both hands, pressing them against her face, looking fully into her eyes; "if you want to seduce this guy I have a guaranteed way for you to do it." 

Gerri gets a big open mouth totally naive smile. Donna was very aware of her repressed fur fantasies from Gerri's first day at her house. One of the reasons she invited her to live with her. To Gerri it was, subconsciously, like a kid in a candy store. Donna would watch Gerri on the couch watching TV with the foxes. It was like she had no idea what her nervous hands were doing as they stroked and fondled and hug the Fox pillows and as she slowly moved on the Badger spread, fondling her body with the Badger while humming her latest music lessons. Gerri has perfect pitch but not a clue about the true nature of her feelings about fur. Donna would get rather excited just watching her. Gerri loved to see Donna in fur, not knowing quite why, except that she was very pretty in fur with the folds, vibrancy and the rippling movement of the fur which Donna would exaggerate especially for her. Gerri is compelled to touch the furs and Donna would surreptitiously rub the fur against Gerri's bare skin frequently hugging her in her furs. She loved it and found it very comforting and very softly exciting. Gerri had a strong repressive element to her personality towards anything "not behaviorally normal" and would rarely take direct action on her feelings. Donna was pleased to give Gerri her regular fur fix. She found it just as stimulating experiencing Gerri's response, like petting a cat.

"Gerri, you know I have many furs in my closet. I want you to go upstairs and get whichever fur you like best, put it on and come back down and we will talk." 

Gerri's heart starts beating wildly as she blushes. Gerri's blush is always very red and very obvious and Donna couldn't help but notice, almost laughing, gesturing to Gerri "go, do as I say". Gerri practically runs up the stairs wondering, "why is my heart beating so fast and what is Donna up to?". 

Nearly an hour goes by before Gerri is able to make a choice. She is in the closet surrounded by mostly fur trembling with excitement. She feels fur under her bare feet from the thick fur rug with a mattress-like pad under, that she is standing on. She had never been in Donna's closet before. It's as big as a regular bedroom. While deciding which fur to choose she is leaning against the hanging furs. Unsteadied with all the sensations, she accidentally slips in between two Fox coats getting slightly faint from the sudden rush of being engulfed in the furs. The fur is pressing against her breasts and butt as well as her back through the sweater and her pants. She impulsively pulls off her sweater and the furs are caressing her bare skin, breasts and nipples. She even feels the fur through her slacks against her Venus mound and she slips her slacks and panties off letting the two Fox fur coats press against her full nude body. The furs rub against her muff and slip between her thighs front and rear. She is getting uncontrollably stimulated in a surreal and very erotic experience. Gerri is transfixed in this sea of overwhelming sensations and is writhing in between the furs impulsively, breathing heavily. It is as though she is drugged with strong physical sensations welling up from between her thighs. Without fully comprehending she has a soft orgasm while moaning over the sensations of being so fully swaddled in the furs.


Gerri



Gerri was forty and had been chunky all of her life. Not really fat, but not anywhere near slim or in shape either. When her boyfriend of two years walked out a week before Christmas, she cried her eyes out. The next day was a bitch, as she had to work and get over a broken heart at the same time.

At lunch, she suddenly pushed her double cheeseburger and fries away and stood up. It was time for a change and she now had a plan. No more fast food and no more pigging out because she was depressed, tired, or alone. No one was going to help her, so she would do it for herself.

Cheeseburgers and fries became grilled fish, chicken, and salads. Fresh vegetables and fruit replace chips and ice cream. She was bound and determined to get healthy and in shape. Things had to change that was for sure.

Being forty and never being married was not a good sign in her book. She mentally went back over the short list of boyfriends and lovers from the past twenty years and a pattern began to form. Everything was fine for two or three years and then she got dumped. 

The reasons varied but they were all very similar and boiled down to there being no future with her. Most wanted kids and family. That was out in her case. She had been involved in a horrendous car wreck as a kid and could not have kids after all of the surgeries to repair her internal organs.

So dieting it was and then right after the first of the year, she joined Tony's Gym, which was just up the street from her apartment. It had taken her three weeks just to get up the nerve to walk into the place. One look around at the people there and the shape they were in and she nearly left.

She was halfway to the door when she suddenly stopped and turned back. Fuck it, she thought, everyone had to start somewhere and this was the place for her. Her body was muscles, bones, and blood, just like theirs. If they could do it, so could she.

She bought a years membership and then fled the place, wondering just what she had done. She couldn't wear leotards and prance around the way her body looked. It was crazy. It was scary. It was embarrassing.

*****

Baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants were her uniform to start with. They hid the flab and absorbed the sweat that poured off her out of shape body as she learned to use every machine in the place. She went in very early or very late, three and sometimes four times a week. She missed most of the crowds that way.

Gerri's body ached and protested for months but slowly she was seeing progress. Her breasts were smaller but they were firmer and higher on her chest. Her waist was narrowing and her hips were slimming. The plump outer lips of her sex had even gotten smaller.

She found that out masturbating one day. Her clit seemed to stick up more and she could find it easier. She had three orgasms that day, one of them while looking at her sex in a mirror as she teased and rolled her clit. This was something she had never done before.

For the first time in her life, a mirror was something close to friendly. Looking at her ass in one, it looked higher and more round than its normal pear shape. It was a hell of a lot firmer and she loved the sound and tingle when she slapped it.

The main thing she had noticed were her thighs, the cottage cheese look had mostly disappeared and they did not rub together as much when she walked. Her high heels didn't hurt as much and her calves looked wonderful. Overall, it was a marked improvement. 

She was even starting to get appreciative looks from some of the men at the gym. Especially, after she bought her first leotard around the middle of July. It was light gray and light pink. She felt sexy in it, even if it was one of the thicker support models.

Her sex life had improved dramatically, even if she still wasn't dating. She turned down all dates. She wasn't ready yet, not mentally or physically. Her fingers and a few new toys took care of things nicely. She did miss cuddling and snuggling but a body pillow helped a lot. When she was ready to date, she would be the one doing the choosing. She would be the one in charge.

*****

Halloween rolled around and Gerri was browsing in her favorite adult shop for a new toy. On a whim, she bought a sexy scarlet red devil's cat suit, complete with horned hood and a tail. The next day while walking to lunch, she spotted a pair of satin black heels with ankle straps that would go great with the cat suit. 

The only problem was that the heels were almost twice as tall as the ones she normally wore. Throwing caution to the wind, she went into the store to try them on. She was surprised to find them easy to walk in now that she had some muscles. 

She was walking around the store in them and enjoying the way they worked and pulled on her thighs, ass, and calves. They felt incredibly sexy and in a mirror, they looked twice that. Deciding to buy them, she turned and ran right into someone.

"Gary, what are you doing here?"

"Uh, Gerri? Hey, how are you? I work here now." Her ex boyfriend replied as his eyes ran up and down her body. 

Gerri knew her new tight skirt and silk blouse fit well but the look of surprise and awe on Gary's face was priceless. "You sure look different. Uh, better.... Uh...."

With a laugh, Gerri said, "I'll take these shoes. Just box my other ones up. I'll wear these back to work."

Gary nodded and went to get her shoes and the box for the ones she was wearing. Gerri waited at the checkout desk.

As he was ringing up her purchase, Gary asked, "Uh, would you like to go out sometime?"

She put off answering until she had paid him and then she said, "If you had asked me that eight months ago, I would have probably said yes." She paused and looked him in the eye. "Now, I'm afraid the answer is no."

She picked up her package and headed for the door. With a big smile, she lengthened her steps and let her hips sway as she put one foot in front of the other. She could see Gary's reflection in the store window looking at her ass as she crossed the store. 

As she opened the door to leave, she paused and looked back. "You had your one and only chance and you blew it."

With that said, she stepped out onto the sidewalk and headed back for work. Satisfaction was her companion all the way.

*****

Friday afternoon after work, Gerri sat in her kitchen nibbling on a salad. It was Halloween and there was a costume party at the local bar. She still wasn't sure she wanted to go. She hadn't been to a party since the office Christmas party. 

The only reason she had gone to that one was to pick up her year-end bonus. Then she had fled back to her apartment to hide. Ten months later, she felt like a completely new person, inside and out. The thought of wearing that red cat suit and those exquisite heels kept rolling around in her brain. 

She stabbed another bite of salad and then chewed it thoughtfully. She hadn't even tried the costume on. It probably wouldn't fit right, nothing ever did. Anyway, as tight as it probably would be, she wouldn't be able to wear a bra or panties for that matter under it.

That thought made her shiver as if she were cold. One of her recurring fantasies was to go out without underwear. Only in it, she wore a long gown or eveningwear, not a skintight cat suit. She shivered again as she saw herself standing at the bar in the cat suit.

Laying her fork down, she got up and went to her bedroom to get the heels and the cat suit. She rummaged around in her closet and found a black cloak she had worn as part of a witch costume. As she pulled it out, she tried to remember where and when she had worn it.

She stood there a moment and then shook her head. She had no idea. It had been far to long ago. Her eyes dropped to the small ball of red fabric in her hand and she giggled as she mentally compared it to the witch's costume. The long black dress, the flat pointy toes shoes, the white blouse with its black over blouse. 

The comparison suddenly struck her as funny as hell. She was laughing hard as she walked back to the living room. She tossed everything on the couch. She was still chuckling as she slipped the large oversized t-shirt she had on, off over her head. 


Gerri stood there a moment in nothing but her panties and bra. Then she reached back and unhooked the bra. She hesitated a moment as part of her mind asked what she thought she was doing. Trying on the outfit, another part answered. Yeah, right.

She released the straps, shrugged out of the shoulder straps, and let the bra fall to the floor. Her hands came up to lightly caress her breasts. She bit her lower lip and sighed softly. Her palms rubbing circles on her nipples made them harden and another louder sigh escaped her lips.

The more she toned up the more sensitive her skin seemed to become, especially her breasts and nipples. She pinched a nipple and whimpered at the tingling itch it produced. She pinched the other nipple and felt her hips flutter. Her body was so much more alive now.

Without letting herself think about it too much, she dropped her hands to her hips and pushed her panties down. She quickly took them off and dropped them with the bra. One hand went to her sex and she brushed her fingertips over the mound and outer lips. 

She jerked her hand away as a quiver ran up and down her spine. Standing naked in her own living room felt exciting and scary at the same time and she wondered why she never ran around naked at home alone. Because, she had never liked her own body was the instant reply.

Picking up the cat suit, she wondered if she had the nerve to really wear it. She unrolled it and shook it out. There wasn't much to it, kind of like nylons when you first opened the package. It was stretchy though and it was supposed to fit her size.

Gerri sat down on the couch and rolled the suit up until she could point her toes and slip her foot into it. With some rolling, pulling and tugging she got the suit on both legs and then stood up. More pulling, tugging, and adjusting, got it up over her ass and hips. 

It felt like wearing panty hose. Well, somewhat anyway. It seemed to cling to her sex and creep into the crack of her ass as she flexed her hips and worked her legs. She worked the suit on up and slipped her arms into the long sleeves.

With a lot of work, more pulling, tugging, and adjusting, she finally got the suit on, more or less anyway. It took more time to get the material to cover her breasts and feel comfortable. By now it was pulled up tight against her sex, between her legs, and in the crack of her ass.

She bent, twisted, turned, and even squatted down, trying to get the suit to settle around her body. The clingy material seemed to caress and tease her skin in the oddest places. The way it cupped her breasts was so sensuous, as was the way it cupped her ass cheeks. The seam in the back and under her sex teased the way a thong did.

Running her hands over her breasts made her whimper as she could feel her hard nipples easily through the material. One hand ran down over her stomach toward her sex while the other explored down her side and over her hip. Her hand running over her mound and then down across her outer lips made her hips jerk slightly. 

With a soft moan, Gerri turned, picked up the tail, and hooked it on the back of the suit just below her tailbone. She could feel it bumping her ass and even brushing in the cleft of her ass as she got the hood and put it on. It covered her hair and circled her face from her forehead to under her chin.

She sat down on the couch, slipped her toes into the new heels, and buckled the ankle straps. With both shoes on, she stood up. She loved the feel of wearing the shoes. Just standing in them made her aware of her calf, thigh, and ass muscles. It was a pulling, stretching feeling that felt so good.

Gerri took a few steps and then turned and walked back to the couch. She turned again and her eyes fell on the front door. There was a little catch in her breathing for a second and then she was walking toward the door. She paused with her hand on the doorknob and made a soft whimpering sound. She wanted to fling it open and step outside.

Are you crazy, her brain was yelling on one side and go for it, was coming from the other. She moaned, turned, and walked back toward the couch. The cat suit felt so good on her body as she moved. It felt so sexy and sensuous. It seemed to accentuate her nakedness.

Before she reached the couch, she turned and went into the bedroom. She stopped in front of the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, her mouth dropping open at the creature staring back at her. She was gorgeous. She was drop dead gorgeous. 

Gerri studied her face as she tucked a few stray hairs inside the hood and adjusted it on her forehead and under her chin. If she angled her eyebrows up from the center, it would make her face even more amazing. It would accentuate the smirky little smile on her lips. This was not the face that stared back at her every morning. There had to be a mistake.

Her eyes dropped to her breasts and she moaned softly. The material was molded to her breasts and her hard nipples made little tents on the end of each one. She reached up and rolled one nipple between her finger and thumb for a second and then the other one. Now the material almost clung to her nipples.

With another soft moan, she looked down across her belly to her sex. A hot flush started in her breasts and worked its way up her neck to her face. Her mound and outer lips were outlined and highlighted by the cloth. Her slit was even visible. 

There was no way she could wear this thing anywhere. Then the vision of wearing the cat suit outside and her clit rising up enough to be visible made her hips jerk and shake. Her hand moved toward her sex and she jerked it away.

She turned and then paused to look over her shoulder at her ass. Her mouth dropped open again. Each butt cheek was cupped like her breasts and her ass looked fabulous. Of all the parts to her body, she had never liked her ass in any way, shape, or form. However, with this suit on, it looked incredible.

Suddenly, Gerri said aloud, "No. No way. I'm taking this damned thing off and throwing it in the trash."

She walked quickly into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes locked onto the front door. "Don't you dare even think about that," she whispered, even as she took the first step toward the door. Halfway there she turned and went over to sit on the couch.

Her fantasies of being naked under clothes in public were now being replaced by wearing the cat suit outside. Suddenly, she stood up and headed for the door. She was walking the same way she had walked across the shoe store. It was a power walk and it felt so sexy and wicked with the cat suit on. 

With tingling skin and a racing heart that had nothing to do with the walk over, she put her hand on the doorknob. Turning the knob made her breath catch. She never opened her door without checking the peephole. 

"Fuck the peephole," she whispered as she opened the door quickly and stepped out into the hall. There was no one there but her heart raced faster and her breathing was rapid with excitement. 

Gerri forced herself to walk a short ways down the hall in one direction and then a short ways down the other. Her hand was shaking as she went back inside and closed the door. She leaned back against the door and moaned softly. She could not believe what she had just done.

What if one of her neighbors had came home or came out of their apartment and seen her? What if her door had closed with her outside? That last thought made her whimper and her hand went to her sex. She rubbed herself for a moment and then jerked her hand away. 

"Oh no, don't even go there." She told her body as she headed back for the couch and her clothes. 

Instead of taking the cat suit off, she picked up the cloak and tied it around her neck. Pulling it up and over her shoulders, she went back into the bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. 

The cloak hid everything but the hood and what looked like red stockings. She grinned as she realized how much the cloak overlapped. It certainly had not done that when she worn it before. Then she remembered where she had worn it, to the costume party at the same bar down the street. 

There was a Halloween costume contest there every year. She had never even considered winning the contest and hadn't even bothered to go up on the bandstand for the judging. She couldn't compete with the sexy witch, the Elvira look alike, or even the woman dressed as a fairy in a leotard and wings.

Gerri slowly opened the cloak and groaned as a fantasy of her doing just that on the bandstand at the bar flashed through her mind. She would be the devil and there would be pitchfork hard-on's standing up all over the bar. Her fingers rolling her clit around snapped her back to the present.

She turned quickly and went over to find the small red beaded handbag she had bought at a rummage sale. Her next stop was the bathroom and makeup. When she finished with that, she took one last look at herself and whispered, "Wow!"

Back in the living room, she transferred the things she might need from her regular purse to the small handbag. As she did, there was a war going on in her mind. Part of her thought she was crazy for even considering going out dressed this way. Another part wanted its freedom and the fantasies that went along with it.

With her handbag packed, she paused to pull the hood of the cloak up over her head. The gold chain strap of the handbag went over her shoulder. She turned toward the door and then looked down at her bra and panties on the floor. With a sneer, she whispered, "Nevermore, says the Gerri."

With a grin, she headed for the front door, her knees a little shaky at the idea. Her knees might be shaky but there was a fire in her lower belly that yelled for release.

*****

No one was in the hall or on the elevator as she rode down but Gerri held the cloak tightly around her. The war was partially over in her brain. She had finally come to an understanding with herself. She would walk down to the bar and then come right back. That should be enough for her fantasies.

Fred the doorman watched her get off the elevator and walk toward him. He had a confused look on his face but brightened when she said, "Good evening Fred."

"Oh, Miss Gerri, it's you. I didn't recognize you. Are you off to a costume party?"

"I wish but no, I'm going for a walk. I shouldn't be gone to long."

"You be careful, it's not safe around here sometimes for a woman alone." Fred cautioned.

"I'll be fine Fred. I'm not even leaving this street."

Fred opened the door for her and she walked out onto the sidewalk. The hall and elevator made her nervous and talking to Fred made her excited. Out here on the sidewalk, she was shaking with excitement. She kept clamping down with her ass cheeks and inner muscles. 

There was an itchy antsy feeling in her pelvis that had never been there before except when she was masturbating in her bedroom or bathroom. Gerri suddenly realized that no one had ever made her feel like that except herself. That was a very shocking thought.

Turning to her left, she started walking down the street. There were not a lot of people about so she relaxed somewhat. At the corner, she stopped to wait on the light. There was no traffic but she wasn't in any hurry after all. 

There was not anyone down the street to her left, so she turned and opened the cloak a little. A light breeze blew over her body and she shivered at its gentle touch. She also became aware that the crotch of the cat suit was wet as the wind chilled it.

She wanted to feel for herself but then she would have to let go of one side of the cloak. She glanced quickly down the main street and then let go of that side of the cloak. There was a couple waking away from her a quarter block away but no one else.




Gerri



As she rubbed her fingers over the crotch of the suit, she groaned and then jerked her hips. It was sopping wet. Her panties had gotten damp from time to time but nothing like this. Her hips twitched as she pressed a finger to her hot wet opening and wondered what her red clothe covered pussy looked like now.

The light changed and so did the walk sign. Gerri got a hold on the flapping side of the cloak and closed it partially. She turned and crossed the street. The lone couple a half a block in front of her was the only foot traffic she could see. 

Cars parked at the curb blocked her from the street for the most part. Anyway, there were not many cars out at all. She opened the cloak a bit more and grinned as she started her power walk. The cat suit rubbed her hips, ass, and sex as she did. 

Straightening her back, she pulled her shoulders back and felt the material of the suit tighten on her breasts. Her nipples tingled as the material moved over them slightly. She had the cloak open enough now to expose the whole front of her body and it was thrilling.

Just before she reached the next intersection, a man came around the corner suddenly. Gerri's first instinct was to jerk the cloak closed but she steeled herself and held it open. The man glanced at her and then did a double take and stared openly as he walked past.

Gerri's half smile turned into a grin at the sight of him staring and his open mouthed look of pure awe. Her sex was clenched tightly and her hips quivered as she stopped on the corner to wait for the light. She looked over her shoulder to see him still looking back as he walked.

There was a breeze from this side street and no traffic, so she let go of the cloak on that side and let the wind blow it up in back to expose her legs and ass. The man's steppes faltered and he almost tripped over his own feet. Gerri chuckled deeply and looked back forward. 

She had to force her inner muscles and ass cheeks to relax. There was a heat between her legs that she could feel on her inner thighs. She had never had anyone look at her that way before and it was a power trip beyond belief. She suddenly felt to sexy for words.

The light changed and she started across the street. She left the left hand side of the cloak loose and only held the right side lightly. Her heels clicked rhythmically as she placed on foot in front of the other and let her hips swivel and sway. There was power in her whole body now, not just in the walk.

By the time she reached the door to the little bar, she could feel her wetness on her inner thighs. In her mind, she was going to walk past the bar and turn around on the corner. If there was no one around, she was going to step into the side street and masturbate like crazy. The cloak would cover what she was doing or maybe she would leave it open.

The question became mute as two guys stepped out of the door of the bar. One was lighting a cigarette and froze with the lit lighter several inches from where it needed to be. His buddy just stared open mouthed. Both of them were running their eyes up and down her body.

Gerri paused and turned toward the door behind them. "Excuse me gentlemen but I need a drink."

The men moved apart and the one holding the door bowed slightly. With a grin, Gerri went through the door. "Thank you," she said to the man as she passed.

The two guys watched her for a few seconds longer and then they were struggling to see who could get through the door first.

*****

Gerri walked down the short hall that led into the bar pulling the cloak back around her. She paused at the entrance and looked around. There were two dozen people in the place and most of them were in costume. There were cowboys, a sailor, a caveman, a hillbilly, and several others on the men side. 

As for the women, there were several witches, a black cat, the fairy from the year before, a princess, a belly dancer, and even a dancehall girl. Gerri shivered as she thought about opening the cloak on stage. She might not win but the shock would be awesome.

There was a spot open at the bar. It was back in the corner, which was fine with her. Fantasies were one thing but one drink and she was out of here. She drew some looks as she crossed over to the bar and took a seat. She could feel the heat in her sex even more as she sat down on the barstool.

"What'll you have?" the bartender asked. 

"How about something tall and red." She replied with a smirking smile at her own little inside joke.

"One Sloe Gin Fizz coming up," he said as he turned to make her drink. 

The man sitting in the corner next to her, leaned over and said, "I'm Mike Hall, I own this place. You aren't naked under that cloak are you?"

Gerri gave him a shocked look and he laughed. "I had to ask. A few years ago a hooker came to our Halloween party dressed in nothing but a cloak. I get a little leery when someone comes in all wrapped up the way you are."

She turned slightly and opened the top of the cloak just a little. His eyes went to the opening and the red cloth that showed. "I have a costume on. I'm a little devil. I even have a little pointed tail," she whispered with a shy smile.

"I'll just bet you are. A little devil that is," Mike, said with a grin.

The bartender returned with her drink and Gerri opened the cloak enough to get her handbag out from under it. The bartender's eyes opened wide at the sight of Gerri's breasts covered with the red material of the cat suit. "Uh, this one's on me," he whispered with a glance at his boss.

Mike leaned forward and let out a long slow low whistle under his breath as he took in the view. Gerri smiled and nodded to the bartender. To mike, she asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Uh..." he said and then swallowed hard. "I don't think so but I'll need to see more of that costume to be sure."

"I'm completely covered from the tips of my toes to.... Well, you can see where." She replied with a grin.

"Yes, and a mighty nice where, it is, I must say," the bartender muttered.

"Don't you have work to do?" Mike asked him and then winked.

"Uh, yeah, I probably do." He replied and then shook his head. "How come I always have to work and miss all the fun?"

"Because you're a starving actor and you don't drink," Mike said and then laughed as the bartender walked away muttering to himself.

"He's my youngest brother Carl, so I have to pick on him," Mike said to Gerri. "Now about this costume?" He added as he cocked his head to the side and looked at her breasts pointedly.

Gerri felt a chill of pleasure run up and down her spine and she clenched her thighs and ass tightly for a second. She turned more toward him and crossed her right leg over her left knee. The cloak fell off her lap and revealed her outfit.

Mike gave the same low whistle again and then took a deep breath. "Oh my god," he whispered as he let the breath out.

"I was planning on keeping covered up but since you needed to know...." She let the sentence hang as another shiver ran up her spine. His eyes were driving her wild and the heat in her sex was growing even hotter, the longer he looked at her.

Her hand fumbled the edge of the cloak as she tried to cover back up. When she finally managed to get it back over her lap, Mike asked, "You're not going to enter the costume contest?"

Gerri tried to hide her nervousness at the question by taking a sip of her drink. It was sweet and it was strong. She shook her shoulders and whispered, "Whoo, another drink like this and I just might."

"That can be arranged," Mike said with a grin. "I have pull around here remember."

She smiled at him and nodded as she took another sip of her drink. Quickly she said, "Can I tell you something, just between the two of us?"

"Sure, bartenders, bar owners, and shrinks, we're all good listeners and know how to keep secrets."

Gerri leaned forward and said, "I put this cat suit on tonight just to see how it looked and felt. I liked both so I decided to take a walk just to see how that felt."

"So how did it feel?

Gerri took a deep shuddery breath and breathed out slowly. "It feels wonderful. Ten months ago, no one even gave me a second look. Wearing this thing tonight, people can't take their eyes off me."

Mike nodded and replied, "I know I can't."

Gerri felt herself blush and whispered, "Thank you."

"You felt so good, you had to stop in here?"

Gerri nodded and then said, "Two men were coming out the door as I got there. The cloak was open...." She paused as she wondered if she was saying too much.

"Did they scare you or excite you?" Mike asked in a soft whisper.

"Both but more than that, their looks made me feel like more of a woman than I had ever felt before." She replied truthfully.

"I find that hard to believe."

Gerri grinned and nodded. "Believe it. Who and what you see tonight isn't the regular me. I'm not sure as of yet, who she is but I'm getting to like her. She is so much more than the fat, out of shaped me from the first of the year. The woman who had no self-esteem or sense of who she was."

"It looks and sounds like you are changing all that pretty quickly and easily." Mike replied and then leaned over closer. "The woman I've seen so far is a knock out and sexy as hell. She's pretty damned confident at times, also."

With a smile, Gerri took another sip of her drink. "I'm learning as I go," she whispered a moment later.

"We all do." Mike replied with a grin. 

A moment later, he asked, "Would you like to dance?"

A slow song with a waltz beat was just starting. Not giving herself any time to think, Gerri slipped off her stool and nodded. Mike got up and they walked around the bar and across the room to the dance floor.

Gerri held the cloak closed as they crossed the room but let it open as she places one hand on Mike's shoulder and the other on his hip. Moving closer to him she whispered, "One thing about this cloak, it'll hide where your hands are."

Mike put one hand on her lower back, just above her tailbone and then other rested between her shoulder blades as they started out across the dance floor. His warm hands moved up and down on her back as they slowly circled the floor. 

Slowly she was drawn into his arms deeper and pressed up against him. Their pace slowed even more and they ended up in the middle of the dance floor swaying together. "It is tempting, isn't it?" He asked just before the song ended.

Gerri shivered as his hand brushed her ass as he spoke. "Yes, very tempting," she whispered in reply. She wasn't sure if either of them were talking about his hand or not.

She held the cloak tightly closed as they returned to the bar. Her nipples were rock hard and aching from being pressed to Mike's chest. His warm body had felt so good touching hers. If her pussy hadn't been wet before, it would have been now.

There was a full drink sitting next to the half of one she already had. "Where did that come from?" She asked, looking at Mike.

"I didn't do it, I was busy, remember." He replied with a grin.

With a little catch in her breath, she looked him in the eyes and whispered, "Get a little busier earlier the next time we dance." 

"It will be my pleasure, believe me."

"Not all of it won't," she said with a big grin before she downed half of the drink she had left in the first glass. Her eyes got wide for a second and then she blew out a long breath. "Your brother is a mean bartender."

"Are you talking about me?" Carl asked as he leaned on his side of the bar in front of her. Before she could reply, he added, "The drink is from the two guys on the far end of the bar."

Gerri looked that way to find the two men from the front door looking back at her. She picked up the drink and gave them a little salute with it and a nod. "This is the first drink anyone has ever bought for me like this," she said to Mike.

"Hey, what am I, chopped liver?" Carl asked with a frown.

"Most of the time." Mike told his brother with a big grin.

"I'm going to go drown myself now," Carl said solemnly as he turned and walked away. Gerri and Mike both laughed at the theatrics. 

"He is a ham most of the time but a pretty good guy as brothers go. Anyway, he's about the only one I know that has worse luck with women than I do." 

When Gerri raised her eyebrows, Mike grinned and added, "I'm working on killing my third marriage as we speak but he's already been married four times and divorced four times."

"I've never been married," Gerri said as her mind took in the fact that Mike was married. "I've never even had a relationship that lasted more than three years."

"You're either smart or lucky." Mike replied with a shake of his head. "Divorces are messy and expensive."

Gerri was silent for a moment and then downed the last of her first drink in one long pull on the straw. It was just her luck to find a nice guy and then to find he was married. That was the story of her life, a day late and a dollar short.

Mike must have sensed her unease. He leaned closer and said, "I might flirt, I might even get a little friendly, but I have never cheated on any of my wives. Not even the one who cheated on me. I've been tempted, don't get me wrong. I'm more than a little tempted right now."

Gerri looked at him for a second and he added, "Just so you know where I stand."

Gerri nodded and whispered, "I'm not looking for anything. I still need to get my head together before I can, but...." She paused and sighed. "Yes, it is tempting, isn't it?"

Mike nodded and stood up. "Do you want to dance?"

Gerri grinned and stood up. "Sounds good to me."

*****

Once they were on the dance floor and swaying together, both of Mike's hands slipped down her back and cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter to him. Gerri could feel his manhood, hot and hard, against her hip. She quivered as she wondered if he could feel the heat in her sex where it was pressed tightly to his thigh.

His strong hands massaged her ass and she moaned softly into his neck. When a couple of fingers traced the cleft of her ass and pressed inward, she moaned even louder. His arm was not long enough to reach any lower in the back. Slowly his other hand moved around her hip and tried to wiggle between her body and his thigh.

Gerri gasped softly as she moved her hips back and his hand cupped her burning hot sex. She almost stopped moving and then her hips were moving, rubbing her sex on his hand. She felt a finger dipping between her outer lips and she groaned. His finger was rubbing her clit as she moved her hips and he moved his hand.

"I'm.... I'm..." she said sharply and then it was to late to warn him, she was coming in the middle of a packed dance floor. She bit his neck to keep from crying out, her hips working even harder and faster against his hand and finger. Her knees were weak and she was sagging slightly.

Mike's free hand and arm caught her around the waist and held her up as blinding fireworks went off behind her eyes and in her brain. Sparks jumped from her loins to every nerve in her body. She sucked and bit his neck even harder. A moment later, he moved his hand and she found herself being guided back across the room toward the bar.

Once she was back on her stool, she leaned forward and placed her head on her hands on the edge of the bar. She was trying to get her mind, her body, and her breathing under control, all at one time. That had been the grandmother of all orgasms and this was not the place for it to have happened. 

Mike put his arm around her and asked, "Are you all right?"

She nodded slowly and mumbled, "Oh yeah, I'm just dandy."

Mike tried to hold back a laugh but could not quite do it.

"I'm going to hit you when I get some strength back," she said threateningly. Then she giggled and sat up slowly. "It's all your fault, you know."

"Sure it is," Mike said still grinning. "I'll take full responsibility."

Gerri giggled again and whispered, "I guess I need to take a little of the blame."

"Is everything all right over here?" Carl asked from behind the bar.

"Go away, Carl!" Both Gerri and Mike said at the same time. Then they were both laughing as Carl threw his nose up in the air and walked off.

Gerri took several deep breaths and then shivered as she let the last one out. "That was a first for me," she whispered and then looked at Mike. "That's one major fantasy down and about a dozen more to go."

"Glad to be of service," Mike replied as he lifted his hand and rubbed his neck where she had bitten him.

Gerri's eyes got wide as she took in the size and darkness of the hicky on his neck. She could even see the marks her teeth had left. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she whispered in apology.

Mike laughed and shook his head. "It's Halloween, everyone should get bit by a sexy devil in a red cat suit."

"What's your wife going to say?" Gerri asked as she remembered he was married.

"If and when she notices it, it'll get a little chilly at my house to say the least. My explanation of some customers horsing around like vampires might thaw things out after a while. Lately, I never know one way or the other, though."

Gerri stood up and wrapped the cloak around her body tightly. "I need to go before I cause you anymore trouble."

"You haven't caused me any trouble at all. Anyway, the contest hasn't been held yet and I want to see everyone's reaction to that costume of yours. I especially want to see your reaction when you go up on stage and open that cloak."

Gerri felt another hot blush flow across her breasts, neck, and face. "I'll probably come again and then melt down into a puddle," she whispered more to herself than to Mike.

Then she realized that she was actually talking as if she was going to do it. "I can't.... I couldn't...." She started to say and then laughed as Mike handed her, her second drink. "I'm not even sure another one of these would help."

"Trust me, I can get you more," Mike said still grinning from ear to ear.

*****

Gerri finished her second drink and was halfway through with a third when the call for the costume contest was made. She looked at Mike with panic in her face. He stood up and held out his hands. 

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," he whispered as he pulled her off her stool.

She made a groaning, whimpering sound as his fingertips brushed her breasts as he closed the cloak. "Go knock them dead." He told her as he turned her around. When she didn't move, he slapped her on the butt lightly. 

She looked back over her shoulder and grinned. "In the state I'm in at the moment, spanking my ass is not a threat."

He grinned and replied, "I'll remember that for after you win, now get out there and do it. Spanking your ass would be more treat than trick, I think. At least on my part."

Gerri felt her nipples stiffen at the thought of being draped over his lap and him spanking her ass. Hitting her fantasies wasn't hard since she had so many but that one was very new, very strong, and very recent, like right this moment. It made her shift her hips and whimper softly.

"Go!" Mike said and slapped her ass even harder. 

Gerri groaned and took an uncertain step or two and then she was walking toward the far end of the room and the stage. The heat was back in her sex and her breathing was ragged from anticipation. The tingling spot on her right ass cheek drove her on across the room.

She hesitated at the steps and looked across the room at Mike. He mouthed, "Don't make me come over there." And then held up his hand, with the fingers together and slightly cupped.

With a soft groan, Gerri went up the steps. The way the cat suit moved between her legs and the way the heels pulled at different muscles caught her by surprise. Her hips quivered and she whimpered with each step. The seam between her legs worked deeper between her pussy lips and ass cheeks.




Gerri



By the time she reached the stage, she was shaking and her knees felt weak. Part of the shaking was stage fright but part of it was pure sexual energy. The antsy itch was back stronger than ever, deep in her sex. She was about to show herself to twenty or thirty people.

The guy that mixed the sound for the band was moving three microphones around on the stage and pointing the pickups toward the crowd. He hurried off stage and back to his console. He made some adjustments and then pointed at the lead singer of the band.

The guy on stage had a handheld microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Halloween costume part of tonight's show." He paused a second and looked up and down the line of five women. "We have five contestants, ranging from witch's to the devil herself." He had noted Gerri's headpiece with horns. 

He walked around behind the group as he said without the microphone, "I'll tap each of you on the shoulder. When I do step forward into the spotlight and listen to the cheers. The louder the better. My brother will mark the highest peak on his mixing board."

Gerri whimpered and then moaned softly as several spotlights were aimed at the center of the stage. Until then, the stage had only been lit by small colored lights overhead. She felt panic rising and turned toward the stairs. Mike stood next to them. 

With a fluttering gasp, she turned back and squeezed her thighs and ass cheeks together. The shaking, which had subsided a bit, now returned hard enough to make the cloak flutter in places. Fear was back but the sexual charge was even higher.

When the petite sexy witch on the far end stepped into the spotlight, Gerri realized she would be last. That calmed her a little but the thought of waiting made her whimper and tense up again. The applause was scattered but loud and calmed Gerri a little for some strange reason.

Next out in the spotlight was the belly dance. She got good applause and it got louder as she moved her hips and turned in a circle. After nearly a minute, the MC said, "I think we have a ham among us." The girl laughed and danced her way back to her spot.

The fairy in the leotard and wings that had won last year was next and must have had friends everywhere because the noise was long and loud. Gerri had been impressed with the woman the year before when she was in such bad shape herself but now.... Now was different.

With that realization, Gerri calmed even more and stood up straighter. The dancehall girl next to Gerri stepped away and entered the spotlight. She danced around shaking her knee length skirt and then did a number of high kicks with one leg and then the other.

Gerri was impressed with the height the woman could kick and the applause was loud, just not as loud as for the fairy. The woman was grinning as she came back to stand next to Gerri. She leaned over closer and whispered, "Next year, I'm not wearing any panties. Then I might be able to beat that fairy bitch. She's a professional at things like this."

Gerri giggled at the idea of no panties and then laughed at the sarcasm in the woman's voice at the last sentence. Then a hand tapped her on the shoulder and she froze. A few seconds later the MC whispered, "Don't think about them. You can't see them for the spots and what you can't see won't hurt you. Pretend you're in your bedroom showing off for a lover or a friend."

A vision of Mike sitting on the side of her bed popped into her mind and she reached up and pulled on the string tying the cloak around her neck. The bow came loose and the cloak dropped to the floor as she shrugged her shoulders. She took a short step to total silence.

Then someone clapped. Gerri reached back, grabbed the devil's tail, and twirled it as she power walked across the spotlight and then back. There were a few loud gasps and then a wolf whistle and then the room exploded with cheers, yells, and loud whistles. 

Gerri spun the tail in a figure eight as she walked to the center of the spotlights, flexed one hip, and slowly slid the opposite foot out the side. The sounds got even louder. She held the pose for a second and then turned around. She bent forward and stuck her ass out. 

When she reached back and slapped it hard as she grinned over her shoulder in the crowds direction, the noise became deafening. Slowly she straightened and swayed her hips exaggeratedly as she walked back over, bent at the waist, and picked up the cloak.  

The noise was still off the meter as she swirled the cloak and settled it over her shoulders. She left it open as she retied the string at her neck and didn't close it when she finished. With a grin, she found the tail again, turned toward Mike, looked him dead in the eyes, and sucked on the pointy heart shaped end.

Mike grinned broadly and then used his whole tongue to lick his lips exaggeratedly. 

Gerri groaned around the piece of stuffed cloth in her mouth and wished it were the real thing. For the first time in her life, she really and truly wanted to suck someone's dick. She had always done it in the past because she thought she had to or that it was expected. Now she wanted to do it to drive someone absolutely crazy.

Someone stomped passed her and growled, "Bitch," as she did. It was the fairy and she was on her way down the steps in a huff. 

Gerri stopped sucking on the tip of the tail and giggled. Then she was laughing her ass off. She turned to find the dancehall girl doing the same thing. The witch on the far end was laughing also. 

The MC stepped into the spotlight and said, "And the winner is?" He paused for effect and then grinned. "Is there anyone here who questions who won?" He turned toward Gerri and yelled, "The Lady Devil!"

The dancehall girl grabbed her and gave her a big hug. "Good job sweetie and a great costume. I just wish I had your nerve. Maybe next year, with no panties." They both giggled.

"Go for it," Gerry whispered, "it's thrilling and to exciting for words." 

Then she turned and walked out into the spotlight again as the MC held out a large trophy. The applause was loud and spontaneous as she took the trophy and held it high above her head. She could feel her breasts lifting and her hard nipples rubbing on the cloth as she did. 

She also realized that she was showing off as she rocked her hips from side to side, as she held the trophy up and turned her upper body back and forth. Her breathing was normal but her heart rate was way up and she could feel the wetness in her sex as her hips moved. 

Gerri slowly lowered the trophy and bowered to the audience. The spotlights went out and she started to straighten up. A hand landed on her ass with a stinging slap. With a deep moan, Gerri froze and wiggled her ass from side to side. A solid blow landed on the other ass cheek.

Straightening up, Gerri looked over her shoulder and grinned at Mike. "You do that so well," she whispered and then she turned and headed for the steps. She could hear his steps as he followed her. 

Going down the steps, she shrugged the cloak off her shoulders. She was well aware of the stares from people, both men and women, as she crossed the room back toward the bar. Some faces held lust and wanting, and others held awe and admiration. 

All of the looks shot pulses and tingles of pleasure all throughout her body. By the time she reached the bar, she was on a sexual high the likes of which she had never felt. She sat the trophy on the bar next to her bag and drink. She placed her hands on the edge of the bar and held onto it.

Gerri wasn't having an orgasm as much as she was have the same feelings without coming. Her body felt hot and flushed as surges of pleasure ran up and down her nervous system. Her eyesight was blurred slightly and her hips shuddered and twitched in a jerky disconnected fashion. Whatever it was, it felt awesome, totally awesome.

Mike slipped up behind her, pressed his body to her back, put his hand on her stomach, and pulled her to him tighter. Gerri could feel his hard dick pressed to her right ass cheek. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "I have something else for you besides that trophy."

Gerri pressed her ass back and rubbed her ass cheek slowly against his hard on. "And what might that be?" She asked with a catching in her breathing as he pressed his hips forward.

"Five hundred dollars cash," he whispered, holding up an envelope. 

Gerri stiffened and then asked cautiously, "For what?"

"For winning the contest, what else?" Mike replied softly and then chuckled as he kissed her ear. 

"I thought maybe you had me confused with that hooker," she whispered teasingly as she stuck the envelope in her bag. 

"No, there is no confusion there at all, believe me," he whispered back, nibbling on her ear as he did.

Gerri was grinning as she picked up her drink and sucked up a big mouthful and swallowed. It made her shiver as it went down her throat and hit her stomach. She sucked again until the straw made a slurping sound. She swallowed and sat the glass down. 

Mike still held her from behind and she realized they were swaying to the music from the band. She could feel his hard on against her ass and it felt even bigger and hotter than before. She looked at her trophy and sighed. 

It read, "First Place." Under that was, "Halloween Costume Contest," and under that was the year.

She turned around to face Mike and grinned as his hand followed her body and ended up gripping her ass cheek under the cloak. "I think you like my ass," she whispered.

"What's not to like? It's round, and firm, and oh so red."

Gerri giggled and kissed him softly on the lips. Before he could kiss her back she pulled her head back and said, "Hold onto my trophy for me until next year. I'll come back to defend my championship and see if you're still married."

Mike started to speak but she put a finger on his lips. "I've got to go before I do something stupid. Anyway, do you have any idea how long it would take to get out of this damned cat suit?"

She grinned and brushed her lips over his again. "Maybe next year I'll wear something without panties." She paused and looked over her shoulder at the crowded main room. Spotting the Dancehall girl, she added, "Maybe there'll be two women without panties in the contest."

Mike had a confused look as she turned back. With a grin, she winked at him. "I'll let you think on that until next year."

She started to turn away but he stopped her. "What's your name and where can I get in touched with you?" He asked quickly.

Gerri grinned and whispered, "Tonight, I'm the devil in a red cat suit. Tomorrow, I'll be back to being me with a few nice additions to my mental state. I'm not there yet but I'm working on it and you are married, I'm sorry to say."

Mike moved his hands away from her slowly and then took one of her hands in his. He kissed the back of her hand and then the palm. "Until, next year, then," he whispered looking deep into her eyes.

"Yes, next year," she whispered, her gaze locked with his.

A moment later, she turned, picked up her bag, and waved at Carl. She turned back, smiled at Mike, blew him a kiss, and walked away. She didn't look back even as she made the turn into the hall. There was a little smirking half smile on her lips.

*****

Anyone out at the witching hour that night would have stared open mouthed at the vision of beauty in red that walked down the sidewalk putting one foot in front of the other. Her shoulders were back and her head held high as her hips swiveled and swayed.  

The steady tap of her high heels was in marked contrast to the fluttering and flying cloak that blew in the wind behind her. People stopped and stared as she went by. She never looked one way or the other as she headed on her way into a wonderful new world.

A new world of her own making, a new world where she was happy with herself in most every way. She still had a lot of work to do and a lot more things to explore but she was getting there. Tonight had been the turning point for a starting, not an ending.



Gerri



After quite a while at this experience she forces herself from between the furs and focuses on selecting a fur to wear. She takes each coat and looking at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door and fondles herself with each of the furs. She cannot believe it is herself! She, the fur, beautiful beyond her wildest dreams ... it has to be a dream! Before leaving with her choice she strokes furs still on their hangers sliding between different ones again and slowly moving against them in total ecstasy shuttering with a song like sigh for several minutes each in a dream state. She is shivering with excitement, her vagina wet with sexual stimulation. 

Putting her sweater and slacks back on and putting on the coat of choice, she goes downstairs in a gorgeous thick, full cut, full length, hooded crystal fox which compliments her hair and freckled fair skin. The country girl has found her fur. Her bright blue eyes are like inner lights and she is trembling with all the excitement. With her sweater and slacks she is stunning. Gerri can't keep from hugging the coat and fondling it. She is finally becoming consciously aware of her feelings for furs.

"Well, it took you long enough and aren't you gorgeous!" Gerri blushes from head to toe and sees Donna in an ankle length, very full, large sleeved sable coat. Gerri had seen her wear it to a few very special musical events and occasions and had admired it greatly. This would have been her choice had it been in the closet. Gerri was aching with excitement as Donna approaches her, the sable rolling and rippling in the light with an exciting kinetic beauty. The folds and softness of it was visually palpable and she was incredibly turned on as Donna puts her arms around Gerri and presses the sable and fox against her body and face. Gerri responds with her arms around Donna. Donna caresses her hair kissing her face and neck lightly. Gerri's Venus mound was swollen with the stimulation of the furs pressing against her. She was aware that her panties were soaked with her juices and she was trembling with excitement. 

The fur and Donna's advances were an overwhelming experience to her and yet she did not want this level of intimacy with another woman. She tightened slightly and nervously began to push away. 

Donna saying, "I know you want HIM". Again holding Gerri's fur hooded face in both hands; "If you get this excited with me in the furs just think of what it is going to be like with him! I know he is going to be just as turned on as you. Believe me." she says emphatically. 

Gerri is still not quite grasping the situation but she is flush with excitement; her mind is swimming in confusion at the sudden awareness over this flood of feelings about fur. 

Donna says she is going away for the weekend in the early morning, returning after classes Monday afternoon and no one else will be over. "Gerri you are to take care of things while I am gone. You know what to do with him now. Cook as much of anything as you wish and since you are so gorgeous wearing the fox, hang on to it and get familiar with its many wonderful qualities". Gerri is visibly trembling and goggle eyed with excitement like a deer staring at headlights, tears come to her eyes with the excitement.

That night Gerri stayed up to the early AM watching TV quietly after Donna had gone to bed not being able to sleep. She stayed on the couch with the Foxes and the Crystal Fox coat on the Badger spread. Gerri is engulfed in fur and has new experiences stroking the furs and her body with them as she watches TV. Before she was aware of what she was doing she removed all her clothes and was lying butt naked wallowing in the furs. The ecstasy was overwhelming. She almost wished she had let Donna take advantage of her. These feelings and thoughts were very stimulating. Gerri climaxes softly moaning with the fox between her thighs smothering her sweet muff and her face buried in one of the Fox pillows to quiet her moans with the others surrounding her. She shudders to her first string of furgasms lasting several minutes, thoughts and leftover excitement from furring in the closet, Donna's caress and His face in her hair and Fox tails earlier. His kisses and fondling of her body has her feeling very warm all over. 

She falls asleep from exhaustion wrapped in the Fox and Badger with wonderful bright fantasy dreams floating, wrapped in billowing mountains of soft fur caressing her entire body ... and a stiff cock in her hands and mouth, sucking sweet juices, while fondling his testicles with fur. The cock then slides smoothly into her pulsing vagina and she is being strongly wrapped around with his body, arms and the fur pressing against their bodies. This is similar to her many nightmares but with fur and without the nightmare terror, her whole being wanting each pulsing/penetrating moment. She awakes with a start breathing heavily, nearly in climax. 

Gerri would have frequent nightmares of being chased, grabbed and clawed at through dark buildings, woods, caves and caverns by bat winged screeching gargoyle-like creatures with deformed, twisted and wart covered cocks. She would awake in a sweat, shaking and deeply disturbed. She would often not be able to go back to sleep. Where did the nightmare go? She mutters to herself. If you get this excited with me ...! recalling Donna's emphatic comment. She begins to fondle herself with the fox in the sensitive parts of her vagina and hugging the fox over her breasts and body wallowing in the thick Badger fur. Her self fondling increases rapidly until she is off in another realm, immersed in her dream fantasies and totally unaware of her actions. She shutters with a huge shaking orgasm a long, loud and gasping high pitched AAAHH!!! With great emotional relief, wanting his cock deep between her thighs, she falls into a deep sleep still wrapped in the furs, some still between her thighs.

Donna comes down to leave and unaware of her presence, Donna leans over Gerri, softly pulling back some of the furs, she caresses her muff, labia and clitoris, lightly kissing her in her muff then softly and slowly slides her tongue into her labia and slowly licks her sweet button and tasting her sweet juices. Gerri stirs slightly and utters a very soft quivering moan raising her hips slightly against the tongue and the lips with her juices generously flowing. Donna eagerly consumes them. This is just part of a fur/sex dream for Gerri. She is a very deep sound sleeper and Donna will do this with regularity. Donna has been doing a much milder version of this from Gerri's first night but with her new fur experiences Donna is unable to restrain herself in taking it a bit further. Donna could not resist deeper penetration tonight and has her own quiet orgasm with Gerri's sweet smell and juices on her lips and tongue. Donna heard Gerri's last climax and knew without a doubt that Gerri got it! Donna drapes another Silver Fox over her tucked between her thighs and against her muff. She leaves Gerri sleeping in her fur cocoon on the couch very stimulated for her weekend away.CHAPTER 4 

Gerri wakes up Saturday morning super stimulated by the Silver Fox in amazement realizing that Donna must have laid it over her earlier before leaving. She is already half way to an orgasm which already has a life of its own. In only a few minutes of waking Gerri is exploding in another series of furgasms even stronger than last night. Her body is convulsing with one after the other. She finally gets up very early and excited, surprisingly refreshed. 

She calls me soon as she does to fulfill Donna's plan, excuse me, to ask me to dinner at four. 

"Please, I need to see you." I eagerly accepted, profusely apologizing for being such a complete ass and telling her I want to see her very much as well and she was in my dreams. Also that I had planned to call her after class but was very glad she called this early. Hanging up with a great sigh of relief I had an erection as though she had pushed a button. Wishing I had said I would be right over as I took care of my bone with her fresh in my mind. 

Gerri does not have a plan as she hangs up the phone but she rushes up to Donna's fur closet, still nude and hugging the Crystal Fox and Silver Fox coats to her body, excited over the thought of all those incredible furs wanting to fur fondle herself into further mindless ecstasy. She thinks that something will come to mind for this evenings plan. She gets to the closet door and realizes there is a dead bolt on it but the door is ajar and the soft warm and dimmed lights are on? 

"Donna knows I would be in here this morning!!" 

Donna's big Sable and a huge Lynx are laying prominently in the middle of the closet draped over a Mink covered bench in the middle. Gerri approaches them almost reverently on her knees. She rubs up against the Sable and Lynx like a cat with her arms spread wide over the furs and shivers with excitement just thinking what it must be like to have the Sable around her nude body. She carefully takes the front lapel and sleeve and begins to stroke her breasts and face while she spreads her legs and moves her crotch up and down the folds of the Sable between her thighs. She is starting to jerk in near climax as she does with short gasping breaths. She grabs the Lynx, and drapes it over her naked shoulders and returns to the Sable between her thighs while stroking her body with more of the Sable. She carefully controls the stimulation to keep her from going immediately into an orgasm. Gerri does this for what seems like an eternity of near orgasmic rapture. She next begins to push the Sable deeper into her clitoris jerking and gasping with excitement. Without warning Gerri experiences a flood of warm pulsing explosions and the juices flow down her leg. Her legs give way with her weakness and she staggers face into the Sable and falls over on the soft fur covered floor lying jerking to a series of orgasms while grabbing for furs to cover her. She stays lying on the fur carpet, her head spinning with pleasure. Smiling she begins stimulating herself with the lynx coat now wrapped in the Sable she is exploding with more climaxes fantasizing his cock ramming into her vagina. 

She is rapturous over the vision of herself in the mirror watching fur fondling herself, moaning and screaming with total abandon, loving every moment. She thinks of the painful shyness she has suffered and for what? That is happily behind her now. She pauses only to eat, finding she is unusually hungry. She is thinking how incredibly good it all feels. She has had guilty feelings about fondling herself every since her mother had chided her as a child for "naughty and unsatisfactory behavior" after having been caught with her finger in her twat. Every since then in spite of how good it felt it had, in final, led to feelings of guilt and even with "education" the guilt would not go away. Was it this new purpose, the fur or Donna's encouragement? Somehow the guilt has vanished along with the nightmares and it all felt right and so incredibly good. Thinking about this, she never has had so many orgasms of her own doing all together. Only rarely in her dreams would she escape into a pleasure climax. There was no way to "control" those experiences so they alone were without guilt. She now has more ideas than she knows what to do with. Although she somehow doesn't think she will have to worry about it. 

Gerri now fully understands what Donna was getting at with the deep well of her fur fantasies and is truly grateful. 

She thinks about last nights date and the heavy foreplay with his most intimate parts in her hands, trusting, willingly, delicate yet hard. The taste and smell of the juices left on her hands from holding him were strangely right and very stimulating making her uncontrollably excited. The thought of the power of last night's dreams brings her to instant orgasm without direct stimulation as she wallowed in the furs. She could imagine the feel of his stiff shaft in her vagina. She had read about pheromones and thinks that this must be what it is about. 

What does he think about fur? Does he even like fur? Will I make a fool of myself? This could be extremely embarrassing yet it will be incomplete without the fur now! Donna must know something I don't and I will just have to trust her. She threw me into this knowing of the furs and something of him. The three of us have been together a number of times and were all very friendly. Gerri recalls his hands on Donna's furs apparently liking it. Is he captivated by fur too? That would be incredible!! Gerri knew she could no longer be without fur. This went on for several hours interspersed with a few naps and dreams catching up on her sleep from last night. Dizzy with the sensations she had to stop, get dressed and prepare dinner. It was her turn to entertain!

CHAPTER 5

As the time for my arrival came I was certain that Gerri wanted to get laid tonight particularly with the phone call this morning! All I could think about in this morning's three hour slide lecture was Gerri's sweet muff and the sweet smells. I wanted to taste the juices again, hell, I wanted to shove my face in her muff and eat her alive. I had never had those thoughts and feelings before. It's not like I had never heard guys talk about it but it seemed rather gross and unseemly at the time. The "love of my life" never engendered these feelings before with all the hours of very heavy foreplay. Then there was her beautiful hair with the fox tails. I was stiff the whole class and had to keep my coat in my lap to cover it. 

I could swear that my classmate, Carol, sitting next to me knew something? She kept glimpsing over throughout the class with a curious look. She didn't say anything however. We were normally conversational over the class information but we were silent today. 

A mutual friend said after class that Gerri said she wanted to get laid last night. I kept thinking of her plaintive voice on the phone and the sweetness of her whispering please and my name in my ear last night. There she was, right in front of me being with each other for two years now and talk about not having a clue! 

The fur hair pieces had me thinking if she had a fur fetish too. There was power in her helplessness, softness and surrender, an ultimate seduction. I had a melting feeling and just could not get the sweet smell and softness of her muff from my mind; it was like fur, the soft fox tails mixed in her hair. The thought of fur! It had not seriously come to mind with any real and accessible woman except for the New York bozo. Boy, was that short lived. There is a genuine softness and sweetness to Gerri which is actually reminiscent of fur to think about it. This is Donna's house of fur after all, maybe a quick retreat to her closet when Gerri wasn't looking, grab a fur and smother her into submission with it? Little did I know! My mind was quite overwhelmed. These thoughts so occupied my mind that the walk to Donna's house seemed effortless, taking no time at all. I am at the door stiff as a fence post.

Gerri thought about what to do and how to begin the evening while making dinner. Those long periods home alone with her brother had made an excellent cook of Gerri. She was unaware of her tasks buried in thought about what to do tonight. It was as if she were discovering her body for the first time. Hell, her desires as well. Her hair was down with three giant lynx tails of Donna's tied in her hair falling down over her shoulders, two on the left and one on the right, on to her soft cream colored, loose knit, soft cashmere sweater. 

She flushes with embarrassment for all those times she did not have a clue about the fur hair pieces and fox tails ... except for last night and she was glad weather she really was aware or not. She thought, "I certainly got his attention! What of the time he started to hum along with my fur fiddling and continued to do so? Does he really know?" Donna's emphatic "believe me" pops into her head again. Her heart skips a beat or two with a mix of uncertainty and excitement. This time it is very consciously and deliberately done. 

"He'll get a foxy tail tonight!"

Her attire was a cashmere cardigan sweater 2 of 12 buttoned at the bottom with a natural off white knit llama miniskirt and nothing else. Her small shapely breasts were nicely visible with her somewhat large and now very hard nipples pushing out between the weave of the sweater. Nothing to get in the way. 

Gerri was feeling very erotic, sensual and seductive by this time and had pulled out all the stops. Smiling to herself shoving the roast in the oven on slow bake just like herself, "I'm almost but not quite naked!" The door bell rang and without a thought she grabbed the Crystal Fox coat and has it more-or-less on by the time she reaches the door.

After ringing the bell I stand slightly shaking and not from the cold but from the realization that this is THE night. Call me stupid! Though we were good friends we had clearly breached those boundaries and were in uncharted territory. 

When the door opens I nearly buckle at the knees. Her lovely frame casually draped in fur, falling from one shoulder. The most beautiful fur I had ever seen in real life and it is clearly meant for me. Her protruding nipples, framed by the soft fur, are only challenged by my stiff cock trying to rip through my pants and find its home. I'm overwhelmed and nearly loose it on the spot! I took a breath, got a grip and said half uttered, "don't rush this". There was a reply I thought was in my head that said "at your pleasure". 

Kicking the door closed behind me I held her fur hooded face in my hands and began kissing her full mouth as she wrapped her arms around me pressing her body against mine as hard as she could, my stiff cock ramming my pants and her skirt into her crotch. A few moments of this and we were on the couch. Gerri is taking off some of my clothes as we kiss and we begin fur fondling each other immediately, both wide eyed with excitement. 

Being in the fur is an overwhelming experience for me with the excitement of caressing her and holding her in the furs. Fox pillows are under both of us as I push up her soft skirt, grabbing her hips/buttocks with both hands and begin licking and kissing her labia. There are a few other furs on the couch as well. Gerri is already in orgasm as I move my tongue into her vagina touching and pressing her sweet button. She quietly screams and rips off the last of my clothes and pulls my face into her muff for all she's worth with spasmodic orgasms. So much for foreplay. I think we had two years of it plus last night. I can hardly control myself and pull back. 

Gerri has a look of disappointment on her face as if she had done something wrong. "Don't you do that to me again!!"

I whisper breathing close in her ear .. "I want to be in you before I let go" .. as I pull her ear lobes with my lips and tongue in her ear. I remove the fox and sweater with her protests, 

"No! No! Don't you like the fur"? Reversing the coat and wrapping it back around her I say that she needs to feel the fur better. Her hair falling around her face with the lynx tails falling on and between her breast and the fur hood, "Ohhh my, ohhh my" .. she smiles with a sigh and welcoming warmth that flows over me like the fur that wraps around her. No tight corners to this smile. Gerri is thinking, "Donna was soooooo right". 

Gerri is then pulling me up beckoning me upstairs loosing her skirt on the way. She has laid a fur trap with Donna's fur closet on the fox spread of Donna's bed. 

She firmly pushes me back into the mountain of furs with her mouth around my stiff cock before I know what is happening. 

"Oh my God!" The fur hood and such furvent mouthing and sucking of my cock has me moaning in ecstasy, holding her fur hooded head in both hands for dear life. My mind is swimming with erotic fantasies and I am lightheaded with my climaxing. I let fly and she is energetically sucking my boner for all she's worth. 




Gerri



She falls back into the furs and we're wrapped around each other kissing with my jizzum still in and around her mouth. We were both so turned on it just added to the passion. My cock was slowly sliding through the furs finding its way home as it slid between her labia deep into her with only a brief resistance. Gerri lets loose with a deep moan the likes I had never heard, quivering, with a radiant smile of success and surrender. 

Virginity is a memory for us both now. Gerri is writhing like a snake from head to toe and I am on top moving slowly in and out in ¾ time. Her sweet sighs blending into a crescendo of wailing and then a shuddering mutual climax. I couldn't stop ejaculating and she rolls me on my back without uncoupling and swings upright straddling my hips with out missing a beat. She is already moving up and down in 5/4 time actually counting. That's my Gerri, just like choir practice. My cock is deeply implanted in her vagina with soft moans and guttural sounds coming from her. On five my cock got a little twist from her vagina mussels. She is in control. 

Watching us in Donna's mirrored ceiling was like watching a fur/porn video like none I had ever seen, driving me to greater excess. She must have been enjoying the view as well. I fondle her and caress her body with the furs as she moves and she is crying with pleasure. I am ejaculating uncontrollably convulsively with an extra spurt on five. She is quivering with climaxes without changing the beat. 

After X climaxes we fall exhausted into the furs and fall asleep in each others arms my throbbing and aching cock still between her thighs. Emotional satisfaction comes to Gerri ending her nightmares. A large soft smile covers her sweet face as she sleeps and I am satisfied beyond my wildest fantasy dreams.

Donna is across campus at Barbara's apartment, Gerri's classmate, with their own intimate agenda. Donna's bed is rigged with a trigger that activates a camera hidden in the ceiling fixture. It seems Donna is fond of recording her various nefarious activities with the other girls and used it this time to record our activities which we would not know for years later. It ran out of tape, however, long before Gerri and I were through for this nigh, let alone the weekend. What was recorded she would pleasure herself watching many times in the future.

CHAPTER 6

We had a nap and when we awoke we were still very much entangled with each other deep in the fur. It was so nice a feeling and we were still so spent that we just lay there caressing and fondling each other enjoying the softness and closeness of the moment. 

We had our first conversations about being together and our feelings for each other. Our time together as friends sharing thoughts, ideas and experiences was still very much a part of our relationship and this change did not diminish those ways of relating we were now realizing. 

Conversation during sex was becoming normal quickly, finding our own language. Expressions and awareness of intimate personal feelings for each other were added to the relationship. Also there was no question about fur in our lives. We were both aware of a sense of fulfillment quite beyond sexual satisfaction as we realized the depth of of love for each other. Being good friends first was the best plan of all, planned or not. Being together was no longer a consideration, it was a fact. 

Gerri didn't bleed very much with the loss of her virginity but we did need to clean up so we had our first fucking shower, wet soapy bodies pressing against each other and coupled. A nice contrast to the fur. 

What an experience eating a very fine and tasty late night dinner wrapped in fur and fondling each other. We relaxed talking and listening to some favorite music while we ate sitting together in furs. 

We were very aware by this time that we were now inseparable and there was no rush to have sex. We found that we enjoyed talking with each other almost as much as having sex in the furs. The only burning question now was as college students how can we afford fur? Gerri was in love with the fox, as was I, and there were the lynx and sable we had played with to incredible levels of excitement but way beyond our wildest financial fantasies for the foreseeable future. Gerri was gorgeous in both of them of course. 

After dinner we made love with total abandon in the nicest furs knowing that much of it would be only a memory for quite a while. Holding her in them was heavenly. The flow of intercourse was incredible and already an extension of our being together. The fur was a natural part of that as well. We were getting to know each others body to a high level of intimacy. We learned what the other wanted almost without words. We knew far more about each others desires than we realized. 

Then we started to talk about the music that was playing and realized we had had this conversation before only now we had "broken the code" buried in the music. The music was sexual and we had it all worked out without consciously realizing we had. We could almost call it out by musical form, composer or composition. We were in rhythm with sex and slept in the furs.

I awoke before Gerri the next morning and began fondling her with fur then kissing her muff and tonguing here clitoris. It was then that I realized what a deep sleeper she is. Gradually she awoke to a full orgasm, the first of many such awakenings. After our second fucking shower we dressed with Gerri putting on a dark green and red plaid wool miniskirt with dark green leotards and a very soft wool dark green turtleneck sweater. Her hair was tied back with a long mahogany mink tie and she had dark brown suede flat heel shoes. She put on Donna's Mahogany Mink swing stroller with a shawl collar and big, fat cuffed sleeves that fit her rather full. It was about the same length as her miniskirt. Donna is shorter but bigger around than Gerri. She was like a young school girl wearing her mother's Mink coat. I was overwhelmed by her sensuous and erotic beauty. She was glowing, having great presence. 

Gerri loved the attention she was getting as we went out in public. We had Sunday brunch at one of our favorite restaurants near campus sitting side by side. Some of our friends were there and at first they didn't recognize Gerri. Another one of my one-two-three time dates? They were clearly amazed when they realized it was Gerri. A few came over to say hello, chat for a few minutes and stroke her fur. The New Yorker in her mink coat was there with one of her jocks and he couldn't keep his eyes off Gerri. He had to turn his head to see her, much to NYC fur girl's consternation; outclassed. 

While at the restaurant Gerri confesses as it was probably fortuitous that we didn't make love at my place. It may have taken much longer for us to realize the extent of our mutual fondness for fur and to come to terms with it. Not that it would have been bad by any means. We now knew how deeply we cared for each other and that was already very clear very quickly even under the circumstances. We were both certainly ready and in love. We do have Donna to thank, I said, for furring us up. 

People are staring and unusually attentive to Gerri as we go about. Many guys can not keep their eyes off her. Am I proud or what? We spend some time going through the department stores downtown, the museum and the greenhouse conservatory. I secretively fondle her all day and we kissed passionately. In the conservatory I have my hand in her vagina fondling her to orgasm before we hardly knew it. We were both very responsive to each other by now to an extent we did not recognize immediately, like the second stage rocket going off. Furring in public can be highly arousing we discovered. 

We can't get our clothes off quick enough when we get back to Donna's. We make fast and passionate love on the couch for about an hour before we realize we are starving. We make dinner together as we will for many more to come. Dinner happens smoothly and we really enjoy doing it together, playing favorite music and singing or humming along. We talk more about the secrets of music and are utterly astonished at what we uncover and discover about our unconscious musical secrets. What an incredible encryption we had developed to hide our secrets from ourselves. We could now enjoy the sexuality of the music with the fur together for the rest of our lives. 

Sunday night was spent in very slow fondling, sucking her tiny tits, a perfect mouth full, and long slow arousal's with drawn out and sustained orgasms while furring each other. We learn the "forever orgasm" with her face down in the fur and me straddling her thighs from behind with my cock deep into her vagina, her butt up, squeezed between my thighs slowly sliding in and out. This reaches and stimulates her, with short slow strokes, places and ways that neither of us wants to end. I fur fondle her butt, back, legs and arms while moving in and out of her wrapped in fur myself. Climaxes blend and flow from one to the next without stopping. Gerri is a molten pool of passion and I am on cloud 9, my head swimming with pleasure. We both sleep very deeply wrapped in each other and the furs.

CHAPTER 7 

Monday morning after another fucking shower it's off to class with very large grins. What did you do this weekend? Somehow everybody knew? They must have been looking in the windows! A number of friends said to us unsolicited; "well it's about time". How could we be so blind to something so obvious to others? Of course Gerri knew before I had a clue. I passed the "love of my life" in class and barely recognized her. Do you suppose even then? Nah. 

Monday afternoon when Donna returned home she found a conflicted Gerri. Her classmates had already given her up to Donna, disappointed, finally realizing she was not a lesbian. What a small town this big city is. 

Gerri was simultaneously jubilant and depressed. Gerri brought up the the fur issue and our passion for it, thanking Donna profusely. She did not go into detail about our lovemaking other than to say, yes she got laid and it was incredible. Also that she knew we were in love. Hard to hide with such a radiant smile. Donna knew what happened before she ever sees the tape and is overwhelmed with excitement touching Gerri and running her hands through her hair. They talked a while about fur and Donna offered that while she lived with her that the tasks she performed around the house would suffice for access to some of her furs with regularity and to wear them as well. She also would have the Arctic Fox spread for her bed. Since Gerri made most meals including large dinners plus house chores this was a fair deal in her mind. Donna was able to fulfill her fantasies over Gerri by her continued presence and the secret taping of her/our fur sex activities. Donna also continued to openly fondle Gerri which she tolerated and deviously enjoyed with a sense of control, metering out the occasional return touch or stroke. 

My presence was welcomed as the kinky straight guy. Also Gerri was very turned on when I was with her for fur sex. It permeated throughout the house turning everybody on. There were more young females half nude in fur parading around the house than a poor guy could possibly stand. I considered Hugh Heffner impoverished in that respect. I began to stay overnight with some regularity. It sent the other lesbian girls into a sexual frenzy. Donna couldn't be happier.

After a while we were spending more time at my place with a few furs Gerri would bring with her. Bob graduated, marrying Fran and I did not get another roommate in light of the relationship with Gerri. Our relationship and intercourse there took on a much more serious and emotionally deeper nature being in our own territory. Gerri was actually my new roommate. Other than classes and work we were rarely apart. Unknowing of Donna's habit of fondling Gerri's muff at night I began to do the same only I would gradually bring her to climax from her sleep leading to late night/early morning passions. This pleased Gerri very much as it was a very personal erotic dream replacing old nightmares. Sometimes I would fall asleep with my head between her thighs against her muff. Gerri loves it. 

One early morning I awoke in the middle of a wet dream to find Gerri sucking me off furring my balls. I exploded. What a way to wake up. Turnabout is fair fur fucking. A young fur fetish's ultimate fur fantasy. Gerri is learning to enjoy a certain degree of control. Our passion for each other continued to grow. 

We met each others parents over the Christmas break on a trip down south. For that first Christmas together I managed to get Gerri a "previously owned" sheared Phantom Beaver full length coat with a generous sweep in her size from a local thrift store. It was in excellent shape with no noticeable wear and I got it at a bargain price. She was stunning with it on and loved wearing it often. It was hers after all. Our parents didn't know what to think. They didn't know and we didn't tell them about our love of fur. We just said we were in love which is true of course and that I was treating her with a very special gift. I only want the best for her. I managed to get a nice Mahogany Mink jacket and a couple of Mink and Fox stoles for play in a similar way for her prior to Graduation. 

It was clear to our parents at this point we were permanently together. Gerri did tell her mother who was rather liberal in her views some months later. Her mother got Gerri a very nice Lynx jacket with integral hood. Gerri was very appreciative for the gift and realizing her mother was apologizing for leaving her alone so often as a small child. Of course she is delicious wearing it, exuding sexuality.

Over the next couple of years Gerri and I established our own life and as we approached graduation we made plans to marry and move west. We had friends in several Western cities by then. Gerri received several most unexpected going away gifts. From Donna Gerri received the Crystal Fox coat much to her surprise and the Arctic Fox spread for us. From her Father (I am sure at her Mother's direction) a demibuff mink jacket with a slight flare, notched lapel collar and large straight sleeves that perfectly matched her hair. A full cut for wearing heavier sweaters or light jacket with it. She was gorgeous wearing it with turtlenecks casually and daily. Her mother got us a fur spread. A Silver Fox with gray velvet backing. How perceptive. We were totally furred up for our start on post college life.

CHAPTER 8 

Moonlight drafting work had helped a lot for our life as students and after. I had my drafting day job as well. I was able soon after our joining to get a fur of some description or size for her every Christmas and sometimes other special days. A few years after graduation I had established my own firm. In June I got a bonus from a large project we completed well ahead of schedule, saving the client a bundle on the interest. Gerri has a favorite inexpensive 5/8th length gray wool swing coat of a simple lapel-to-shawl hood design with deep cut sleeves and a black fake fur lining she wore daily. I took it to the cleaners along with other winter stuff as usual that spring only it actually went to an affordable leather craft/furrier to be modified and replicated several times over. It was relined with a recycled very soft black fur seal and hung with the rest of the things where it would normally hag for use. 

She went out of her mind when she went to wear it and would not take it off, well except when I removed it and all the rest of her clothes and put it back on her nude body. I fondled her to orgasm, taking her several times as well wallowing in our Silver Fox spread. We initiate all our furs with their first wearing in this manner to make sure, as if it were ever to be routine to wear fur for either of us, the memory of passion with each and every fur is part of our memory. 

Three weeks later I gave her the second one, a natural tan suede version with a recycled Pastel Mink lining. This was now her undisputed favorite until three weeks later when I gave her the third version; a dark green and red plaid Pendleton wool with recycled Mahogany Mink lining (matching my new solid green Pendleton wool jacket with Mink lining). She loves the plaid as I knew she would. Sort of his and hers. 

She was sure fur life was complete when three weeks later she opened her closet to find a navy wool version with new Cerulean Mink lining. This had a fine star burst pattern with the mink pelts centered between her shoulder blades. I could do no wrong for at least the next year and the level of passion in the furs as we initiated each of them was more incredible as they progressed. I was assured sex with Gerri in the furs was not subsiding in the least. It has grow with our relationship.

She didn't think any more of it wearing the four jackets she had, until Thanksgiving before realizing she did not get a fifth jacket after three weeks. She was mildly disappointed and jokingly said "is that all". I said I ran out of ideas. She knows I never run out of ideas. 

Well that Christmas she got her sable in the form of a natural Cashmere wool version of her favorite coat with a new Canadian Golden Sable lining. Of course all of these coats were reversible which she instantly discovered with the first one. There was no containing Gerri and she was beyond model gorgeous. Her sweet, soft smile will get her anything she wishes twice over, well five times over in this case. Still not as much as Donna's closet but plenty considering the red fox spread I got for the bed the day after Christmas. I threw her nude and blindfolded into it and we fucked the holiday away in the red Fox with her new Sable. The following Christmas she gave me a matching Mink lined suede jacket. One of the earlier gifts from the same Leather craft/Furrier was a sheared beaver lined suede skirt. Gerri loved to be fondled to orgasm in (secluded) public wearing this. No panties of course. Gerri is enjoying being kinky now. 

It was quite a while before we would disclose our passion for fur with anyone other 







than Gerri's Mother. Though it wasn't long before her Mother began to "get it" as well. She and Gerri's Father experienced a renewed sex life. 

It came up with one of Gerri's women friends and neighbor who was confiding with Gerri having marital problems, not being able to sexually satisfy her husband after several years of marriage. It was clear to her that Gerri had no such problems. She was furless and knew Gerry and I had many furs, spreads and pillows. When ever she came over she would somehow end up with a fur in her lap or around her shoulders. At the beginning while talking, Gerri had wrapped our Silver Fox spread around her as she was chilly. The more they talked the more her friend stroked and fondled the fur. By the end of the conversation it was quite apparent her friend was very stimulated by the Fox. Gerri loaned it to her and suggested she use it the best way she thought for her husband. Her friend's husband came home late that night after staying too late at the office as usual. He found his wife naked wrapped in the Silver Fox spread and he lost it as soon as he walked into the bed room. He did things to her he had never done before. Suddenly a very creative couple/coupling. 

Gerri's friend had her own Arctic Fox spread the next week along with a full length, full cut Silver Fox coat. Gerri's friend has full, long black hair and she is totally stunning in her coat. I'm sure laying in her new Fox spread as well. Her husband can no longer keep his hands off her. He no longer stays late at the office and they are both good friends as well as neighbors now. 

Another was a friend and business associate of mine who, while admiring my newly acquired Fitch lined tan leather jacket, commented that his wife would never let him get something like that since she has been getting colder from the first week of marriage. 




Gerri's Domestic Discipline



This is for Gerri and some special memories. Hope you enjoy it.

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This is my story of how I was introduced to domestic discipline, how it made me a better woman, how it changed my life and how I came to enjoy it. I had a strong urge to share my experiences with someone and I chose you, dear readers.

I am 34 years old and until about a year ago I really was not enjoying my life. I hated my job and it surrounded me with lots of horrid people. It felt like a dead-end and I was feeling desperate about getting out and trying something new. 

I'd never had a really enjoyable relationship with a man as the few I had been with were all total pricks. I wondered sometimes if that was to be my fate. The sex never made up for it either. I was not very sexually experienced but I was sure that the sex I was having was not as good as it should be. The men in my life were all dud lovers, the kind who climb on and climb off once they're done.

At the time I was seeing a guy, someone who'd previously been my senior at work. He seemed hardly to care about me at all. The sex was terrible and he was emotionally abusing me into the bargain.

One day I finally plucked up the courage to start looking for people on-line. I knew it was a common thing nowadays and also that the internet was where people went for new or kinky things. That was what I wanted. My sex life totally sucked and I just thought that if I could try something a little more adventurous then I'd at least find some pleasure and satisfaction in my sex life.

In fact it was more than that. I felt like my life was a disaster. I just couldn't see how I was going to make it any better. I had started to wonder whether I needed someone to take control of my life, to take control of me. I had started thinking about submission, although truly I had no idea what it was all about.

So I found Doug on the internet and sent him an email asking if he would teach me about submission. Pretty dumb, I know. But Doug eventually replied and asked me a few questions. So we emailed some more and he asked me even more questions. By then I was starting to feel a little foolish because I was certain Doug could see I had no idea what submission was all about.

Soon, though, Doug suggested we meet. He also set a little test for me -- I was to meet him out on the street and walk to a restaurant with him but I was to do all this without wearing a bra!

I suppose I should tell you I have large breasts, 34DD. I am slender though so they really are obvious. I am taller than average. I also have a very flat tummy (don't ask me why, it just is that way). I wish my bottom could be a better shape. I should add I have light brown hair that I like to wear shoulder length. But I often look at my breasts and think they are too big and saggy. So going in public without a bra was a really difficult thing for me to do. But Doug seemed nice and by this stage I was ready to take a risk. What harm could it do?

I turned up feeling so incredibly nervous and exposed. The thing was that Doug turned out to be really nice in person too, very pleasant and refreshing for someone like me. He is a little older than me which gave him a nice calm confidence. He wasn't overbearing and he struck me as a kind man who seemed genuinely interested in me. I did notice him stealing admiring looks at my breasts but I supposed that was only to be expected. We talked about a lot of things, especially submission and different ideas about BDSM. Then we agreed to meet up the next week for another dinner date.

You'll note that at this point I was still seeing this other man, my former work colleague. Doug knew about him and didn't seem bothered at all. I didn't tell the other guy, I hardly felt like I was cheating on him since he was such a shit. After all, I had no idea that the thing with Doug was going to go anywhere.

So, to cut to the chase, on our second date I was very pleased when Doug invited me back to his place. I felt really relaxed with him and he didn't make me feel inferior or small in any way. Plus he was a hunk and that definitely helped!

We had wonderful sex that night and it was obvious he was totally hot for my body. I'd never really experienced anything like that before. From there we quickly began to see each other once or twice each week, each time to have sex for long hours into the night.

After those early 'dates' we started to experiment with submission and with BDSM. You'll remember it was me who had asked Doug to introduce me to these new things. I was really excited and very nervous. I was also pleased because I knew Doug was very keen to start teaching me.

In the end, however, for some reason the BDSM play didn't really click. I know my ideas were all wrong and my expectations were quite foolish. I enjoyed him spanking me when I was across his lap. That was mainly because I knew that it excited Doug. I also enjoyed the warm tingling in my bottom as we had sex later on. But I think we both knew that some spark wasn't quite there -- not yet anyway.

Personally I did not mind too much about that. You see, the sex with Doug was FANTASTIC! He was amazing in bed and soon brought out a side of me I'd never known existed. I had never imagined sex could be as thrilling as that. He got me wetter than I had ever been in my life. In fact, the first few times I thought something was wrong as my vagina was just creating so much wetness!

Doug made me feel warm and safe and protected and was not judgemental about me in any way. I was more than happy to let him do anything he wanted with me. He made me feel so FABULOUS I wanted to do anything he suggested. I was actually secretly pleased when he gently tried to introduce some more kinky things into our sex play. I wanted all those things too -- and more! That made me so incredibly wet as well and I started to get used to having my vagina gushing with my sex juices.

I tried new positions and toys and 69s and was excited when Doug introduced me to face-fucking. When he asked me about anal play I was able to confess that I'd secretly considered trying it out. So Doug bought me a collection of sex toys, including some with odd shapes that he loves to insert in my bottom. He made me orgasm in so many new and wonderful ways and I quickly discovered I enjoyed the new and strange sensations of climaxing when he was invading my bum hole. 

All this teaching and guiding me pleased Doug and got him really turned-on each time we were together. Soon enough he had me doing all kinds of new and exciting things outside the bedroom as well. We had sex in some new places, including outdoors. Then he would 'order' me to go on errands without underwear or with those lovely ben-wah balls inside my vagina. Several times he sent me to work with a sex toy in my handbag and during lunch I would have to close my door and squat down, with Doug listening on the phone, while I pushed the toys into my vagina or my backside.

All this time I suppose 'officially' I was still seeing that other guy. For some reason I just didn't think about the fact I supposedly had two lovers. The other man was too interested in his career to really care about me. It had been weeks since he'd wanted to spend time with me and I knew when he did it would only be for his own sexual pleasure.

Doug seemed to worship my body. He didn't see any of the flaws I saw. One day I confessed to Doug that I thought my breasts were too big and saggy. I suggested one day I would have them reduced to make them all firm and high and perky once again. Doug just gave me a stern comment about my tits being amazing and perfect and just the way they should be. He also told me I was being silly to contemplate having anything done to them. A little while later I asked him again and Doug gave me the same response in the same stern tone of voice.

There were other new things to experience. Doug introduced me to watching porn and I found out that I love it. I guess I was excited to watch other people and to see them having pleasure (even faked) that I'd been denied for so long. I started masturbating for Doug when I was at home and then writing reports for him to read. I also knew that we were getting closer to really having anal sex. I was a little scared at the idea of his big, hard penis in my bottom but I wanted it all the same and knew the day was fast approaching.

Then came the night that changed everything. Not straight away, but it did change my life. I mentioned to Doug once again that I didn't like my big droopy breasts. I was still feeling self-conscious and inadequate and although I had told Doug about it before I was still concerned. 34DD seemed too big and I was wondering about having my boobs reduced in size and lifted.

Suddenly a change seemed to come over Doug. He took me to his bedroom and told me to take off my skirt and panties. The whole time he looked at me in a way I'd not seen before. Then he ordered me to lie across his lap again. I knew what was coming, or thought I did. We'd played with spanking and at first I decided he wanted to have another try. It seemed like harmless fun. I was more than happy to oblige.

Then Doug spanked me. It was hard, very hard. It hurt. But I didn't make a sound or move an inch because I trusted Doug so much by then. 

He kept on spanking me. One after another. I was shocked. He was hitting me again and again with the palm of his big strong hand. The sound was terrible and the pain in my bottom was worse. Part of my brain told me that this was abuse, physical abuse and I couldn't believe I was getting this from Doug, my kind and wonderful man. I'd never been spanked like that in my life so this was a real shock.

But I stayed there over Doug's lap all the same. I didn't dare move because I was a little afraid by then. I didn't want to move because something inside me felt good about being punished. It really didn't feel like abuse and, strangely, I wanted more. The pain in my bottom was strong but I somehow sensed that Doug wasn't in a frenzy. In fact, he seemed very controlled and deliberate.

And in between some of the smacks he was talking to me, still with that stern tone of voice. It was hard to hear what he said over the loud sounds of the spanking on my bare bum but he spoke slowly and deliberately.

'...time to stop being weak... stop judging yourself... want to see more pride in yourself...'

The spanking seemed to go on and on. I had no idea if it was long one or not because I had never been spanked at all. My bottom was terribly sore and my flesh was burning from Doug's constant smacking. I was ashamed and embarrassed in a way I had never felt. And the whole time he was still being very deliberate and talking sternly to me.

'...listen to what I say... respect my opinions... start respecting me.'

I think he must have given me forty or fifty smacks. I was about to give up and cry out for mercy. It was almost more than I could bear. I was still in shock that Doug had hit me at all but the incredible pain in my backside was about to overwhelm me.

Finally he did stop and I lay there for a long time, limp across Doug's lap while he softly rubbed by bottom, my very sore bottom, and my back. I was still completely at a loss to understand what had just happened. Surely it was domestic violence? But why would Doug do that to me? And why did it somehow feel like it was not abuse?

Soon after that we were having sex and I quickly tried to forget that horrible experience. The sex was as good as ever and Doug even seemed more turned on. To be truthful I think the sex was maybe a little better on account of the tingling heat I could still feel from my battered backside.

It was two more days before Doug and I spoke about that night and what he had done to me. Doug asked me again about submission and why I had wanted him to teach me about it. The he said he realised that it wasn't exactly what I needed. Perhaps I didn't really understand myself. I told him I was sure that was true.

Doug told me that he had come across some reading about domestic discipline. He guessed that when I had spoken about submission that I was mostly interested in having someone who could take charge 'when required'.

Domestic discipline, he said, wasn't really about submission in the way we had first experimented. Domestic discipline, said Doug, was more about one person establishing certain demands or expectations for the other person. It would mean me being required to live up to certain demands or expectations from another. That night, when I was worrying aloud about my body, Doug had decided that was the time to introduce me to domestic discipline. 

Doug and I talked a long time that night. He told me, again, that I have a fabulous body and he wanted me to realise that it was true. He was pissed off (in his words) that I kept taking on board what I imagined where the negative comments from other people.

I was quick to admit that Doug's insight seemed right to me. I hadn't understood it myself but somehow I knew he had discovered the key. I did want to be a better person and but I knew I often lacked he courage to do it by myself. Having someone believe in me and push me to improve seemed perfect for me. The idea of living up to Doug's expectations was exciting. Here was someone who instead of putting me down would demand that I improve and become stronger and more capable.

That long talk had an effect on me. It was only weak at first. Still, I suddenly found the courage to get rid of that other guy, my former work boss. I called him that weekend and told him I wanted the whole thing to end. I felt good and strong and brave for the first time in a long time. He, of course, was still a prick and tried to tell me that he wasn't at all bothered.

Then I had a fresh idea. Doug loves my body. This might sound foolish but secretly, I've always liked some of my bits and had this wish that I could have the kind of body that men want in their magazines. It was always a fantasy thing, wishing for something that could never come true.

So I asked Doug if he would do a nude phot shoot of me. He agreed instantly and a few nights later we did the whole thing at his place. I felt so wonderful and free and liberated and, most of all, sexy. I brought along a whole lot of outfits and Doug shot hundreds of pictures of me in different states of undress or totally nude)\. I was in all different kinds of poses and some were tasteful and some were very lewd. I posed in my business attire with my boobs hanging out and my legs spread to show my vagina. I posed in the shortest shorts, so short that when I opened my legs my vagina lips were exposed. Doug even got a little arty and took some lovely shots of me standing like a statue with a sheet draped around me.

I loved it all and my vagina was wet for most of the time. That was good because Doug made me finish with some pornographic shots with me placing some of my toys into my vagina. That was the first time I had ever really seen what my vagina looked like and I have to say that I was fascinated.

I thoroughly enjoyed that night and getting to show off my body, despite still thinking of its many imperfections. It was a night that got me into trouble with Doug later though. Of course we ended up having great sex that night. As were relaxing afterwards Doug asked me again about my pubes. He loved my waxed vagina but was curious about how I looked with all my hair. I have to say I hate my pubes and as soon as I could I started shaving and then getting them waxed. I grow a very think, dense bush of long, light brown hair. The pubes even grow on my inner thighs. I have always thought it gross and completely unattractive. 

Doug was insistent that I stop waxing until I grew a full set of my own pubes. He tried to assure me he would be so turned on to see a forest between my thighs. So, nervously, I agreed and skipped the next wax I was due a few weeks after that.

I lost my anal virginity about a week later! I was still scared but I was so ready for it. Doug was making me feel so sexy and much braver. He was very gentle and careful and slow. He got me all warmed up with some nice licking and fingering of my vagina and then my bum hole. We had some really good fucking as well before Doug started to eat me out. I was in the middle of another orgasm when Doug moved up into position and announced that the time had come!

As always, he coached me in just what to do. It wasn't hard at all to get his penis into my bottom. At first it felt uncomfortable but soon I was feeling really turned on to be so stretched out. I also, of course, loved the idea I was finally doing something so kinky and taboo.

Doug instructed me when to start rubbing my clit. He slowly moved in and out of my bottom and the pressure and the heat were wonderful. I came so hard that night and I am certain that the orgasm really felt different because of Doug's penis deep inside my bottom. Soon Doug came as well, putting his semen inside my backside. I was very excited by that because I had given him so much pleasure and because it made me feel like a filthy slut!

But a couple of weeks later I kind of 'forgot' about my promise to Doug. I noticed the hair on my vagina one morning and decided Doug wouldn't really want to see my thick bush. So I shaved and expected he would say nothing more. A big mistake!

That very night I was stripping off in front of Doug at his place and almost immediately he stopped and felt my vagina lips. Then he questioned me about what I had done and what had happened to my promise. I tried to explain it all away. Doug just gave me that look again.

In seconds I was over his lap again and he was spanking me. Of course he took his time and spaced out the smacks. I was relieved it wasn't as hard as my first spanking. But I was starting to realise that this was a punishment and that Doug had been very serious about wanting me to meet his expectations. In fact, all during the spanking, he told me so.

'...trust is about promises ...you're better than that ...not let me down again.'

It was another long spanking, maybe thirty or more smacks of his big, hard hand. But I stayed still and accepted them all. I listened carefully to everything Doug had to say as well. I was relieved he didn't go as hard as the first time but I knew deep down that I had disappointed him and was actually glad he was punishing me.

Afterwards we talked a lot. I realised that when Doug wanted me to undergo domestic discipline that it was exactly what I needed and had been looking for. He was determined that I should become the best person I could be. No-one had ever suggested such a thing to me. For too long I had accepted second or third best in my life. I had reached the stage where I accepted third best of myself. 

That night I agreed that Doug should continue trying to build me up and guide me to being a better, stronger person. He made me say the words and I told him that I wanted him to keep helping me and that I wanted him to discipline me and punish me whenever I fell short. I actually asked Doug that night to spank me whenever he felt I needed it to remind me to always try harder. 

It felt weird to say those things to Doug, to anyone. It was scary, too, because I didn't really know what I was getting myself into. But it was like a promise between the two of us. It was also a challenge to myself. The whole thing made me feel strong and liberated. I knew Doug cared about me and I wanted to have all the things he was offering me. So we agreed to include domestic discipline as a regular part of our relationship

I had anal again that night. Only this time Doug pushed a small vibrator into my vagina while he was inside my bottom. The extra sensation was so different and I came so very hard. I almost saw stars that night. Afterwards Doug announced that he was going to buy me a me collection of anal toys. I was quite pleased to hear that because I had discovered I loved having things inside my bottom. Then Doug licked and sucked on my boobs for ages and ages before he ate out my vagina and made me orgasm over and over until I couldn't take any more.




Gerri's Domestic Discipline



It was only a week or so later that I suddenly regretted my promise to Doug and wished I hadn't asked him for regular discipline. I arrived at his house early on a Friday evening. I'd had a terrible week at work and my so-called colleagues had been monstrous. My belief was that the bosses were slowly destroying the organisation and everyone was fighting and attacking one another as if they wanted to have the lifeboat all to themselves.

I had talked to Doug about my issues with work so many times before. I hated it and it was a dead-end. I was tired of all the crap and frightened of what would happen to the staff and me in particular. I was at my wits end trying to do my best to keep everything functioning properly. That was all a big mistake on my part. At first, however, I thought my mistake was to complain to Doug about my week in the office.

He had been very attentive and listened to me moan and complain and worry for quite a time. Then I saw that look in his eyes. I wasn't sure what it meant and, sadly for me, I was too caught up in dumping all my emotional turmoil onto him.

Doug stopped me talking all of a sudden and had me stand in front of him. He still had that look in his eyes.

'Do you remember the promise we made?' he asked me. Yes, of course I did.

'Do you remember you agreed, you asked me, to correct you and discipline you whenever you're not coming up to my standards?' I remembered only too well, I told Doug with a small gulp of fear.

He then instructed me to go into his bedroom and open the wardrobe. There was a small package inside that I was to open and bring to him. I did as he said and inside a black bag I found something like a bat made out of leather. Later I discovered it was called a paddle. It seemed heavy and evil and I was starting to really regret the situation I had put myself in.

Back in the loungeroom I was ordered to strip completely and get over Doug's lap. I was feeling very confused and a little afraid. But I did as I was told without question. Something in my head warned me not to question Doug right then. The look was still there in his eyes.

Of course you know that Doug spanked me. He spanked me really hard. First he used his big bare hand to smack my bottom again and again. He was really hitting me hard and just like the first time my head was filled with the terrible sounds, the searing pain and my deep shame.

Doug did not say a word to me for the first twenty or so smacks. I just had to lie there, naked, abused, ashamed, helpless while this otherwise caring man whaled into my behind. I knew I was being punished and somehow I knew that it was good for me. I just wasn't sure why I was being punished and it made the whole thing seem so unfair.

After twenty Doug took up the paddle and really let me have it. I was so shocked I know I cried out in protest. The sound was louder and the pain was worse. Doug started talking to me then between smacks and I did all I could to focus on his voice.

'...do something about it ...need to take charge ...make it happen ...don't owe them anything ...need to be number one.'

The spanking just went on and on. I lost count altogether. All I knew after a time was that my bum was giving me more pain than I'd ever known. There seemed no end in sight. Doug was being relentless and my poor bottom was sure to be bruised. It really did feel like abuse because it just seemed so unfair. I could hear that Doug wanted me to make a change in my worklife. Why was I being spanked?

Then the tears came. Big, heavy tears that rolled down my nose and dropped from my eyes onto the floor. I started to sob aloud and my nose began to run. Soon I was a total mess of blubbering, streaming tears and runny snot. I gave up wanting mercy from Doug. My whole world was focussed on my backside and the cruel pain he was inflicting on me. I honestly cannot say how long he smacked me for or how long I cried.

All I know is that after a time I realised that the spanking had stopped. I was still sobbing loudly but Doug had stopped hitting my bottom. Instead he was rubbing me tender cheeks and my lower back and gently encouraging me to 'let it all out'. Then he spoke some more.

'I know you're crying because it hurt so much. But I need to make sure you remember this lesson because I don't want you to go on hurting yourself.' I was still crying too hard to reply.

Later Doug said, 'I know you are frightened to leave work. But its hurting you so much to stay there that you need to find a way to leave.' I could only agree with him. Then he really hit the mark.

'I also know the real reason you can't leave that place is because you're afraid it will upset other people. You want to make them all happy. That's why you try so hard to fix everything that is wrong there.'

I knew that he was right. Doug sat me up and through my tears I nodded in agreement. It was true. I always wanted to make people happy. Somehow I had always wanted to make people happy. I suppose I was afraid of them being angry with me. It was one of the reasons I lacked the courage to get out of bad relationships with men. It had stopped me looking for a new career. 

Just hearing Doug say these things seemed to take a huge weight off my shoulders. Then Doug said something else. 'If we're going to stay together I need you to be stronger and to fight for the things that you need.'

We talked more and more, even after Doug took me to bed. There was no sex that night but we talked longer and more honestly than I'd ever done before. My need to please people, to keep everyone happy, had been the cause of so much unhappiness in my life. It was the reason I'd accepted so many pricks as boyfriends. It was the reason I had such a difficult relationship with my parents. It was the real reason I'd stuck it out at work -- that and the fear of stepping into the unknown.

Doug had helped me to see that I had been going about things the wrong way. I saw that my desire to please people wasn't about being good or successful. It was an excuse to be weak. But now I had discovered that I didn't need to be weak. I had learned with Doug in the past few months that I could have a lot of things that I secretly wished for. 

Most of all I knew that I wanted to please Doug. He'd said something about us 'staying together'. Suddenly that seemed very important and I knew the key was to shape up and begin to work harder to meet the expectations Doug had of me. He believed I could do it. That was making me feel braver already. I needed to stop trying to make everyone else happy, trying to win their acceptance, and focus on the happiness of myself and Doug -- the one person who accepted me for the inner me.

So I really threw myself into re-making my life. With my butt all sore and bruised I spent the next week and a half submitting two applications for new jobs and enrolled myself in a course of professional development. Each day was really hard and each time I took a step towards a new life I felt the old worries and ears rising up inside me.

Domestic discipline works I can tell you! It does for me. For each and every time I felt those old fears my mind turned instead to my bottom. I remembered the paddle and the horrible pain. My poor bum had been bruised black and the bruises stayed for over a week. It ached and felt stiff. But I also remembered that I had had the courage to endure my punishment. It was like a badge that constantly reminded me that quitting my job was not the hardest thing I'd ever done. 

Later Doug told me that he had bought the paddle on-line straight after my second spanking. He knew it was a gamble, especially without telling me in advance that he was going to use it on me. He also mentioned the way it would look in the eyes of the law. But after the second spanking and our long talk he had decided he really wanted to support me. And he had thought that the best thing for me was to receive some firm reinforcement. Somehow he had seen that I needed to be pushed hard and that I would welcome the benefits of domestic discipline. He told me that the paddle was a gift to me and we both laughed aloud at that one.

We celebrated that period of 're-making Gerri' by having a 'grand unveiling' of my bushy pubes. I finally convinced Doug I had grown enough of a forest for him. He made me pose in the nude and took lots more pics of me showing my hairy vagina, including with my legs wide apart, and I was very embarrassed. But I didn't really care because I knew the pubes were coming off! Doug did it himself, carefully shaving me all over my vagina. It was rather romantic and very erotic! I knew I would go back to waxing again but it was so intimate to have my man shave me like that.

Around that time I was finally introduced to Doug's children from his marriage. Two wonderful little girls that adore their father. I didn't want to intrude on their lives. But I kept thinking of what Doug had said about us 'staying together.'

I also started doing a little more exercise. I wanted to be healthy and I also thought it might help to tone up my bottom a little more. It didn't seem like I had to hate my body, I could just take better care of it.

Doug continued to introduce me to all kinds of new and kinky sex play. As promised, he took me shopping for some new anal toys. That was an experience! I got a new collection of butt plugs and dildos. Since then I have many times gone out of the house, at Doug's insistence, with some strange object lodged in my anus. Every time I feel deliciously naughty and free. Its so exciting to walk down the street or through the mall with a rubber toy in my bottom and knowing that none of the people there would ever guess I am so kinky.

One of my applications had some success and I was offered an interview for a position in another firm. That was also the cause of another punishment spanking from Doug. Naturally I was nervous ahead of the interview. As it got closer I started to voice my concerns. What if I didn't match up? What if they didn't like me? What if I blew the interview? What if I had to stay at my old, crappy job? Doug listened patiently to my worries and my nerves and did his best to reassure me. But even my Doug has his limits as I have found out lately.

It was two days before the interview Doug when decided to take action. 'Enough,' he said to me in that stern tone I have learned to dread. 'There's only one way to fix this.'

I was ordered to remove my pants and underwear. This time I didn't go across Doug's lap. I was ordered to spread my legs and bend over, holding on tight to the back of an old dining chair. Usually I enjoy being naked and exposed in front of Doug. But in this position I mostly felt shame and fear. This night we were at my place so, thank goodness, there was to be no paddle.

I was given a proper spanking though. Doug has mentioned the idea of 'warm-ups'. But I don't think he's ever really given me any warm-up. I was given about ten really hard smacks to start with. I knew what I had done wrong, at least partly. So domestic discipline still felt strange to me but I was glad to receive those smacks because I'd upset Doug. He continued smacking me really hard with his bare hand, slowly and talking to me at the same time.

'...better than that ...show them confidence ...strong enough ...good enough to win this job ...don't talk yourself out of it.'

As usual, I was spanked for the entire time that Doug was talking to me. I tried my best to listen, not least to avoid thinking about the pain in my backside. Somehow the noise of the smacking helped me to concentrate. I didn't flinch once. I never have flinched during a spanking even when I know to expect the next smack.

Altogether I received about forty smacks, good hard ones. This time there were no tears. Doug had spoken about me being strong and I wanted to show him that strength in my reaction to the spanking. He was trying to motivate me, make me stronger for the interview and I wanted that too.

When it was done I was ordered to stay in that position. I did exactly as I was told. Doug took a few pictures of my pink, glowing bottom and then left me there 'to think about what was expected of me'.

I did the interview and I really did feel strong and confident. Doug believed in me and I put my best foot forward because I owed it to him. I was shocked when they rang and offered me the job! I started there as the second-in-charge of their human resources section. I even got a small increase in pay. Who could have guessed that after the crap I had endured in my last job.

Doug and I also celebrated that great event. At one stage I had revealed to Doug my interest in having a piercing done. I wasn't sure how he would take it. It turned out that Doug didn't mind at all. To him it was body jewellery and not a surgical modification like a breast reduction. 

Doug made the booking and took me along and held my hand while I sat, half naked, with my legs in stirrups while a young woman prodded and measured my vagina. We had decided on a clit hood piercing and I chose a nice, wide ring with a heavy bead on it so we could hang things from it and I could play with it whenever I wanted. The bead even has a turquoise jewel set in it. Having the young woman touch me down there actually felt quite sexy. I was warned about the pain of the actual piercing but, you know, compared to Doug spanking me with the paddle, it really wasn't so bad.

There were still more new, kinky things for me to explore. We decided to try enemas. By now I think I officially had a fetish for playing with my own bottom. Doug got me a couple those rubber bulbs, different sizes, that have thin nozzles to stick in your anus. I wanted to play with them by myself a few times so I could get the hang of it. Since then Doug has used them on me a few times as well. I love it of course! I don't suppose these are genuine enemas like in hospitals or some people write about. But I always really enjoy the sensations of playing with my bottom, or having Doug do it, and to be honest I love the idea I am also making myself clean for Doug.

As things went along Doug also encouraged me to be less 'proper' or prudish. If I was going to be a liberated and kinky woman I needed to be able to express myself properly. So gradually I learned to use words like cunt, cock and arsehole. Sometimes it made me laugh but I really did try my best. Doug wanted it and he had set an expectation for me. I didn't want the consequences of failing to measure up.

A big event for me was when Doug has introduced me to a threesome. One of my previous boyfriends had tried to force me to do that and I had hated him for it. Doug was totally different and just asked me how I felt. I had to confess the idea was very enticing. I wanted to see how it would feel to act like that with another person. Finally I felt brave enough, and safe enough, to actually try it. Plus I knew it would excite Doug and that definitely made me want to try. 

My first threesome was special and delightful. Doug chose a nice man, Mike. He was a little younger than me which was a change because most of my lovers had been at least several years older. Mike had a very nice body and also a very nice penis. By now I was happy to call it his cock -- a very nice cock. 

It wasn't totally a threesome because for a lot of the night Doug was happy to watch me fucking Mike and to give me a few kisses or suck on my boobs. He told me he wanted me to totally enjoy the other man. I did, too, because Doug had chosen well and Mike was quite a good lover. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that not all men were as bad in bed as my previous boyfriends. And he loved my clit hood ring.

We finished up that night with me taking both men at the same time. I was on my hands and knees and Doug was fucking me from behind. Mike was on his knees in front of me and shoved his cock into my mouth. Once upon a time I would have thought it was very strange and abusive behaviour for my boyfriend to allow this to happen to me. Instead I felt strong and free and I really LOVED all the attention and the fact these two men were so turned-on by being with me. 

Doug asked if Mike could cum in my mouth. I said yes! I was so wet already and knowing he was that excited only made me want his semen even more. He erupted soon after and I let him shoot it all into my mouth. Well, not quite all because I managed to get some of his cock juice onto my face as well. The rest I swallowed happily right away. Yet again I can say I was pleased to feel like a dirty slut.

After that Doug fucked me hard and fast until he shot his load deep inside my cunt. Doug had a great time and kept telling me how sexy and desirable I am! I loved it too, of course. Having two cocks to play with was FABULOUS and I got so much attention and pleasure from them both. Now Doug is looking for another man to join us in a threesome. I know we are going to play with Mike again and I am looking forward to that very much. I think Doug wants to have Mike fuck my arse and I think I am going to let them do it.

You won't be surprised that Doug has also asked me about a threesome with a woman. I don't know if I could do that. It would excite Doug a lot but I had to be honest with him. I didn't want to give him a reason to punish me with a spanking.

However, Doug has also introduced the idea of group sex or maybe even an orgy. He knows about these things and has participated in them before. Right now I don't think I am ready for that much kinkiness. But I know that one day I will say yes.

We've also gotten into pee play. That definitely was Doug's idea as I'd never even imagined such a thing! It seemed rather weird at first that Doug would want to watch me pee. Soon we got to the point where I was pissing into a large bowl whenever he asked. My bladder can hold quite a lot so it needed to be a big bowl! I saw how excited it made Doug and that was enough for me. Having been through so much with Doug, having learned to overcome my fears and inhibitions, piss play turned out to be quite easy in the end. Now I enjoy doing it for him whenever he wants. 

Sometimes Doug decides to piss on me instead. I was ready to accept that. Another man would have made it feel horrid and demeaning. With Doug it feels so primal and basic that I enjoy it a lot. His stream is always so strong and hot and I love the way it splashes off my skin. We always follow up with a lovely shower.

As I have said already, domestic discipline works for me. I wanted to be free and liberated and no longer afraid of myself or afraid of the reactions of other people. Doug, using helpful doses of domestic discipline, has helped me to break through those barriers and experience wonderful things I would have kept on denying myself.

Our sex life continues to be fantastic. We are travelling overseas together next year. And we're now planning to move in with each other in a few months time. Hat means more time with his daughters. I don't know if I can call it love yet. But I do know I am so very happy and content with everything I have with Doug.

You shouldn't think that we have left domestic discipline behind us. I still need to be pushed and have expectations enforced. I like the new me and I want to do what I need to keep her. So Doug still spanks me from time to time when he decides it is required.

A few weeks after I started my wonderful new job I had to be honest and tell Doug I hadn't given myself an enema for some time. The reason was that I had been so concerned about making a good impression in the new job that I had to admit I'd neglected to set time aside for that little personal pleasure. Doug didn't really mind the missed enemas too much. What he was upset about was that he saw me slipping back into my old, bad habits. He didn't want me to sacrifice my personal life for my work.




Gerri's Domestic Discipline



That night he made me lower my undies and lift my skirt. My hands were trembling as I did this. I was told to bend over and hold my ankles. Doug spanked me hard and long. He used a riding crop. He lashed me over and over. That time Doug hardly spoke to me at all. What he did instead was make me talk. After every smack of the crop I was required to say the words 'make me time'. The crop made a searing pain in my arse and after each smack I had to repeat 'make me time'. I felt silly and having to repeat it over and over, maybe forty times, probably was worse than the spanking. 

I didn't enjoy that spanking at all. I was left wondering whether I fear the crop or the paddle more. I can report, however, that the crop does not leave as much bruising as the paddle. And I can also report that I have made sure to give myself at least one enema per week since then.

The paddle has not been forgotten. Doug has seen fit to use the paddle on me several more times. The last time I got such a strong spanking that I wore the bruises for over a week. The reason? The old boyfriend found me at my new job and made contact. He asked to see me and I seriously considered it. I'd heard from a girlfriend that he had had some bad fortune and I admitted to Doug that I felt sorry for him.

Doug spanked me long and hard that night. He wasn't jealous or threatened. He wanted to reinforce the importance of leaving my former life behind. He also wanted to make sure I would never again be fooled by that prick of an 'ex'. The paddle was very loud and very painful. I didn't cry and didn't complain at all about that spanking. I accepted it and felt grateful to Doug for it. Once more it was about him setting high expectations for me and making sure that I could reach them.

Just last weekend I was spanked again. We were on the way home and Doug suddenly realised that I had been putting off calling my parents for some time. This is one of those areas where Doug likes to enforce certain expectations because he wants me to be strong enough to overcome small fears and annoyances. He also knows that really I love my parents but that sometimes they bring back old feelings of being inadequate.

As soon as we got the car into the garage Doug had me bent over the front of the car and my pants pulled down. It wasn't a long spanking and nor was it especially hard. Doug actually used a rolled-up magazine to administer that punishment. I was ashamed and frightened all the same in case someone walked past and heard the noise or just accidentally looked in.

Once Doug was finished he ordered me to stay there in that position until I had thought about the reasons for being spanked. I stayed there for several minutes, the whole time worried that someone would walk past and see me. Soon after I pulled my pants up and followed Doug inside. Nothing more was said. I went straight to the phone and called my parents. While I was standing talking to my Mum he came over and lowered my pants, my undies too. Then he sat and watched me talk to my parents with my pants around my ankles and my bum, still a little warm from the magazine, sticking out in the open air. It was just a small shame for me to reinforce the need to not neglect my elderly parents.

My achievements and my successes are always recognised by Doug. Often I get little rewards and he constantly tells me his is proud of me and what I have achieved. I am proud of myself too. But I've never really had anyone in my life tell me consistently that they are proud and that they support me in everything I want to do. I cherish it and I cherish Doug. 

He's also raised the possibility of another special reward for me. We are thinking of more piercings for me. This time it would be my cunt lips, a nice heavy ring on either side. I am not sure if other men would like them as much myself and Doug. We shall see.

I know that Doug will spank me again. Domestic discipline is a permanent part of my life now. My next spanking is probably just around the corner. I don't always enjoy them exactly. I am still afraid of them. But I know that submitting to domestic discipline has allowed me to grow into a new and better woman. I trust Doug and I will always allow him to administer discipline and a proper spanking at any time he thinks I need it.

There is just one more thing I need to tell you. Doug has a couple of paddles now and a nice riding crop. Of course he mostly uses his hand to give me a punishment when I need it. Doug also has purchased a cane! A long, evil looking implement. Doug won't discuss it with me. I am very afraid of that cane. I am fairly certain that one day I will do something to deserve that cane. I know that I shall have absolutely no say in it and that Doug will deliver a fearsome caning to my poor arse. I know that I will let him.

Thanks for reading my story and for sharing in my joy.

Gerri xox