"Angora Amazons"

  Thick, fluffy, furry angora mitts and booties clung to his
hands and feet as he lay helpless, just waiting. Laying there all
shackled, so helpless, like a baby. Spread-eagled, stretched
tight, exposed, and vulnerable. When would they return he
wondered. The thick wool hood was itchy and hot, driving his face
crazy with it's tiny fibers. She had the hood tight, so very
tight. Lengths of wool belts were wrapped tightly around his
entire head. Sweat clung to the wool and the smell of perfume
that they had sprayed the wool with dizzied him. His face burnt,
stung, it was so picky; so stinging! The steel cuffs pressed
against the angora mitts and booties. His cock was stiff, rigid;
his balls tight. He was confused, why was he being left alone for
so long. Drifting into a dreamlike trance he awoke to fingers
stroking his cock and balls ever so lightly. He could feel the
presence, the weight, of several women on the bed next to him.
They wore furry angora mitts and stroked him all over. Gently,
erotically, exciting him. Wool-picky mitts now quickly heated his
nipples with non-stop rubbing. Oh, they started to burn awfully!
On fire, stop he called out. Stop! They just laughed, now sitting
on his arms and legs, pressing him into the wool fur even more;
helpless and uncomfortable. They began stroking his cock and
balls with the wool until they were hot and red. Such torture, a
breath of air was now even sensitive on his red swollen nipples
and cock. They laces a bootie like wool shaft around his balls
and penis, sewing it with yarn so it would be tight, real tight.
  Once he quit struggling they ripped the hood off. As he gasped
for air the scratchy wool felt like needles when it was torn from
his face.
  "Poor dear! Why you need some cream on your poor red face,
don't you my dear." She sneered evilly down at him. She wore a
body suit of angora with a giant white fur cape. She was huge,
fat limbed, big, and broad shouldered. Her eyes evil and cat-
like, her hair black and put up!
  Her angora bodysuit was crotchless as she straddled and sank
down on his head and face. She had to lift her belly and squirm
to arrange her moist wet cunt lips down on his mouth. Her legs,
her weight, spread and crushed his arms as he gasped for air. Her
thighs clamped his head tightly holding him at her mercy for
oxygen. Now and then she would pull her giant weight up so that
he could breathe and then she would sink her whale-like softness
back down upon his head. She was on her second orgasm, his face
wet and sticky with her juices. He whined for mercy. His nose was
stuck in her curly haired, silky muff, intoxicating him. He
rocked upon him more, seemingly forever. The other ladies
squeezed his hot, wrapped up, tied up cock. He was bursting in
spasms, in painful spurts of orgasms as they jacked the wool cock
bondage sleeve over his privates. It was his agony and ecstacy.
Her fur cape kept brushing him, his stomach was brushed softly by
her cape as she sat back on him, smiling down on his wet, red,
and exhausted face.
  "Rest my dear boy, rest. For tonight I'll return for more
pleasure. And the days to follow you'll be my whore as I deem
fit. Forever and ever." she told him.
  They cleaned him, washed him, and took him to another room
where he was shackled by the neck to the bed headboard upon a
thick fur spread to await his next lovemaking.