1
Grace is an over stressed top executive who is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Like so many executives, particularly women, they are super control freaks and can't let go. Grace is quite beautiful and has used this to her advantage on more than one occasion for advancement. Not that she has screwed her way to the top; to the contrary, as she is actually quite prudish. It is just the perception or hope of getting between those beautiful thighs that is enough to get her what she wants. With soft pale skin, thick shoulder length, perfect Page Boy dark auburn hair, exquisite delicately featured face, dark brown eyes and a tall medium to slender, well curved body she has no problem commanding attention. Just enough breast to grab your eye and her name describes the motions of her body.
She just can't let go of things long enough to let go of the stress. She does the gym, the Psychiatrist, Yoga; even a failed attempt at sex therapy. She won't quit her job or take an extended leave as the Psychiatrist told her she must do. She has even shopped till she dropped, getting some wonderful furs and other fine clothes in the fling; but all has failed to pull her back from the brink of a breakdown. It's actually somewhat more traumatic than that even. Things are getting out of control and more like her life is beginning to fall apart.
After another night of fitful attempts at sleep she awakes late on Friday morning and called in with another excuse for another late show at the office. She decides to walk instead of a Taxi. Maybe it will help clear her head. On the way she stops at a Diner not far from her office. Never having eaten there before she sits at the counter. This is all totally out of character for Grace. While she is eating a man a bit older than Grace comes in and sits beside her in the one vacant stool. He is obviously a regular since all behind the counter know him by name ...
"What would ya like Grant?" He chats with them a little and turns to Grace.
"You're new here. You like the food?" Grace is totally unfamiliar with this kind of situation and one that she cannot control.
"Yyyes" she stutters to his forward question.
"You're an executive in one of the office towers, right?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"Like a red tag on your beautiful dark mink."
"Thanks for the tag and the compliment."
"You're a real stress case."
"Is it that obvious?" Grace is getting exasperated.
"Your hands are shaking and you can't be that afraid of me or you'd be running down the street."
"I'm not afraid of you at all but is it all that obvious?"
"Like Pinocchio's nose." Grant is a medium built six foot guy with a friendly face, clear blue eyes, light brown short cropped beard and hair with rugged looks. He has a deep, gravely and comforting voice.
"Are you a Psychiatrist?"
"No. I'm a cabinet and furniture maker but I did learn Hypnotism, not a professional mind you but I have helped a few friends with some problems. Would you like some help?" This forward suggestion has Grace spinning out of control and groping for a reply.
"I just met you and none of the pros have been able to help me. What makes you think you can?"
"Well, I have executives all the time ordering cabinets from me thinking that a new something or other will take away their anxieties. I have been thinking about it a lot lately. It seems to be worse with the women as they have a lot more to cope with and I can understand that." Grace is numb with the information and observations of this obviously very smart guy. Not a bumpkin blue collar worker.
"Why would I take your advice? You're a total stranger and I have no reason to think you can do any better. Why am I listening to you anyway?"
"You have run out of options and run out of time." This hits Grace like a needle in the arm.
"My shop is on the way to your office. Why don't you stop by my shop and at least you can see that I am a legit Cabinet Maker?"
"OK."
This guy is nothing like anyone Grace has had anything to do with in her life. She has only dated business executive types and a few intellectuals in college. Never a blue collar type but then Grant is not like any blue collar guy she has ever heard of, let alone met. The UPS guy is a real hunk and has all the women in her office drooling but nothing like Grant. He has a swift and sharp mind and appears very knowledgeable. She was instantly and uncontrollably attracted to him like his mind was taking hold of hers directly, reading her very thoughts. It's disturbing and comforting at the same time.
Grant pays for them both as they leave. They walk two blocks and down an Alley. Grant opens a large, green, plain industrial metal door with METROPOLITAN WOODWORKERS in one inch high plain white block letters on the door. What Grace experiences will change her life forever.
The shop is very busy but well organized and calm at the same time. Everyone she meets or speaks to is very friendly and obviously very happy doing what they are doing. Not at all like Grace's office. The cabinetry and furniture she sees is of the finest quality and design and more ornate and fluid than most new stuff she has seen. There is a sensuality to it all, almost like they are alive.
When they go into Grant's office the room is alive with the most beautiful and sensual furniture Grace has ever seen.
"Sit in the rocker there." As Grace sits it is as if the rocker immediately molds itself to her body, like it was made just for her. She rocks effortlessly and is lulled into an extremely peaceful state of mind. "What can you do for me to help me out of this state of mind I am trapped in?"
"I can put you in a series of hypnotic trances, plant suggestions and have you do some exercises that will more permanently alter your feelings and behavior."
"I'll need to think about it."
"Don't take too long. You don't have much time left. I'll have the rocker delivered to your place this afternoon." They exchange cards and phone numbers. "You can call me on my cell any time. I will be glad to help anytime you wish."
Grant walks her back to the door through the shop and she is out in the Alley. It is like being transported from heaven to hell when the door shuts behind her.
Grace goes on to her office and arrives just before lunch. She is in her office for only a few minutes. Her office is much like many other Executive Chic offices with hard surfaces, angular chrome & glass and the ubiquitous Tombstone black leather Executive's Chair. It is somehow far less comfortable and friendly than the all wood rocker she just sat in?
She is overwhelmed with feelings of dread at the shear starkness and hostility of her office. She has a lunch appointment and nearly sprints from her office to go to it. After lunch she has another meeting in the equally hostile conference room and since the rest of the afternoon is made up of internal staff meetings she cancels them all and splits at 2PM for home.
When Grace enters her lobby the rocker is sitting there like a warm welcome. It has a tag tied to the head rail. Her address and a note all in black marker: "Relax and enjoy rocking" signed "Grant". It is like the finest Christmas gift ever and since it isn't heavy or bulky she takes it up with her in the elevator.
She puts it in the Living room in front of the view window and promptly sits and rocks. She didn't remove her mink. It felt so warm, safe and comfortable and the view never looked so wonderful. She kicks off her painful heels and dozes off. It is sunset when she awakes extremely relaxed and realizes her hunger.
Putting on more comfortable shoes she heads for the Diner as if programed. Grant is sitting in a booth waiting for her?
"Are you enjoying the rocker?"
"I think that is the solution to my problems. It is totally relaxing."
"That is true but it is only temporary and is only good for maintenance once the main problems have been dealt with."
"Since the rocker has done such a fine job so far what else must I do to start into this process?"
"Just tell me you want to do it and I will do the rest."
"Yes, I want to do it."
"I'll have a special bed delivered Monday afternoon."
"A bed?"
"Like the rocker it is a tool or device to aid in relaxation and to contain the problem for the main task of mind altering. So enjoy the rocker. It will help you to keep things under control over the weekend. You really are beautiful in fur." Grace blushes at this remark. She has always taken comments about her beauty in an "objective" and detached way but this was so specific and very personally admiring going straight to her heart and soul. It made her feel ever so warm, comfortable and was welcomed.
2
Grace returns home and is in the rocker like an addiction. Feeling relaxed and having comfort of mind is only possible for her now in the rocker. She does need to heed natures call. In the process she undresses, cleans up and is thinking about what to wear, remembering Grant's compliment on her beauty. As she undresses she blushes like a school girl with its memory.
She is holding and slightly hugging her mink in her arms to hang it up but reverses it without thinking and slips it back on. She is shaking with the sensations of the fur against her bare skin and hugs herself in the mink smiling and thinking to herself about Grant's compliment of her beauty in fur as she views herself in the mirror. "I wonder what he would think if he could see me now?" she thinks to herself as she flashes herself in the mirror. It is cut to be full even with a suite jacket under and with no clothes on it is like a large blanket around her body. This is wonderful she thinks to herself. With this she goes in and sits back in the rocker again and looks out at the view.
Wrapped in her soft and warm Mink her mind and anxieties are projected out of her and across the landscape as she sits and slowly rocks. She dozes off, drifting into dreams. It is as if the chair is alive with its arms wrapped around her fondling her body like hands on her breasts caressing her, rubbing her nipples with the Mink. She is in paradise of sensuous lustful feelings imagining the strong but gentle hands of Grant. It seems they are all over her body running down her thighs and back up between them, softly stroking her labia. Grace is drifting into sexual sensations she has not experienced for a long time, highly excited and stimulated. Grace awakes with a soft and sustained orgasm with her hands between her wet thighs still in the rocker. The early morning light is just breaking on the horizon and Grace is relaxed and satisfied in a way she has not been for a very long time. She rocks for another hour or more.
Hunger overtakes her so she gets up out of the chair to get dressed. She is reluctant to take off the Mink since it feels so go. She had never thought of this before and it is such a marvelous feeling. As she makes breakfast for herself she leaves it on. After she eats and takes a shower she goes to her closet and begins taking out her furs one after the other and holding them to her naked body. She experiences rush after rush of wonderful soft sensations that her body cries out for. After awhile of this she hangs up the Mink and reverses her Silver Fox putting it on. This is even bigger than the mink and with the dolman sleeves is a wonderful roomy comforter feeling. Grace nearly faints with the soft long finger like hairs of the thick, lush enveloping sensations all over her body sending her almost immediately into another soft and pulsing orgasm.
Grace has not been this turned on or relaxed in a long time. Her joy at this realization has her very excited and she has the felling of wanting to share the feelings with a sex partner. It doesn't take long to have an excellent image of Grant's hands with the fur all over her again. Grace is very excited by all these thoughts. Her anxieties have all but vanished. She sits in the rocker dozing off and having more fondling dreams of the chair arms ... Grant's hands fur fondling her body with the Silver Fox. Grace is now in a constant low level orgasmic state, softly writhing in the rocker as it caresses and fondles her.
Grace finally wakes up and feels the need to get out and experience the city for a while and get lunch. She hopes Grant will be at the Diner but is reluctant to call him. She dons her Silver Fox after dressing in a very thick and soft gray cable knit long sleeved cashmere turtleneck sweater-dress with nothing under it and goes out for a walk. Not wearing panties or a bra for Grace is pornographic. The cold fresh morning air is very refreshing and new to her. She is also feeling free and very sexy.
Grace ends up at the Diner but Grant is not there. She asks the waitress if she had seen him. She said he had been in earlier saying he had a weekend project he had to finish for Monday. Grace smiles with a sense of comfort thinking about his diligence at making her new bed. What will it be like? The chair has been marvelous and the other furniture she saw was magnificent. She has these tingling sensations thinking of the dreams being held and fondled by the rocker. Imagine sleeping in a bed that caressed and fondles you as you slept!!
After eating she walks for a while and finds herself standing in front of the furrier she has gotten her most recent furs from including her Silver Fox. She enters and the sales woman that has tended to her before comes up ...
"Hi, can I help you find something today?"
"No ... I'm not sure? I was out for a walk and just happened by with nothing particular in mind. I thought I would come in and just look around." Being surrounded by all the furs is getting Grace very excited, with soft sexual rushing feelings flowing through her. Not like her previous shopping visits.
"Let me direct you to an area you may not have thought of before, furs that you may not have previously considered." They are shortly standing in a rear area of the store with the walls literally hanging and draped with furs, spreads, rugs, pillows and all sorts of furs for the house. Grace also notices a side chair that looks a lot like her rocker.
The saleswoman has a very large Silver Fox spread matching Grace's coat laid out in front of her and Grace's heart is racing over the opulence and shear sensuality of an ocean of thick, soft, full fur pelts.
"You can enjoy the Fox of your marvelous coat as never before."
The comment was as if the Saleswoman had inserted her fingers in her vagina. Grace shook with excitement dropping into the chair. With the immediate sensations running through her Grace realizes it's one of Grant's chairs without being told, like a signature. The Saleswoman threw out several large matching pillows. Before Grace can regain her composure, we must not forget the control thing, there is an even more opulent Lynx spread in front of her draped over her legs and the saleswoman tosses a large Lynx pillow at Grace.
This saleswoman "knows" about the chair. She almost dropped it but quickly had her arms around it like she was hugging a lover with her face buried in it. The fur sensations are like those in her rocker. The saleswoman grabs the Lynx spread and drapes it more fully over Grace sending her nearly into an orgasm as Grace rubs it up her thighs pushing up her dress. She gasps and quietly moans wanting to fur masturbate right then and there. She knew the Saleswoman knew it, hearing the gasp and moan.
"I'll take both and three each of the largest pillows."
"Very nice choices and I am sure you will enjoy and luxuriate in their lushness a great deal. We can have them delivered Monday afternoon."
Grace leaves the store floating on a cloud of sensuous bliss. What a marvelous feeling it will be with those wonderful furs in the new bed Grant is making for her!!
After getting home in the late afternoon she undresses and puts on the reversed Silver Fox and snuggles into the rocker. She drifts off and after an hour or so of erotic thoughts and a bit of self fur fondling Grace is wandering through her past in ways never experienced in all the psychiatric sessions she has ever had. Her level of sexual excitement for one thing is extremely high. She is floating at a level constantly just below orgasm. She is thinking of the times as a teen, which was the last time she had experienced this level of erotic and sexual excitement where a single well placed touch would send her over the edge, a time when she was looking at the male athletes as they were working out in the gym.
She was a backup cheerleader watching the other girls with their sexy voluptuous bodies flaunt themselves at these gorgeous sweaty guys. She can feel the same sensations welling up in her groin now that she felt then and the incredible tension in her body. She was so humiliated by the other girls for ridiculing her over the boys and star athletes for her thinking that they would be interested in her skinny tit less body. The unbelievable pain of the open public humiliation was unbearable. It was then she vowed she would always be in control of her situation whatever it would be. This is what put her on her current controlling course. Grace couldn't believe this deep memory had surfaced so quickly and easily by just rocking in her fur, nude and sexed up.
All that time and money wasted on psychotherapy vs an afternoon in the rocker in her wonderful fur. She then realized she had to get to the feelings first and back her way into it. A little later that evening after moving this revelation to deeper and safe memory she allows herself to drift into a smooth and extended orgasm like none she had ever had before. This was guided by Grant's hands and visions of her new Athlete as he massaged her mind while running his hands all over her naked skin and fondling her labia with the fur. The rest of the weekend she spends wrapped in furs, caressed by the chair and her thoughts with extended fantasies and orgasm after orgasm rocking away her cares.
3
Monday morning Grace gets to the office early to get everything dealt with so she can be home after lunch. This she does and is home barely before the furrier delivers the furs. She is already fur charged with the two huge fur spreads and the six pillows, almost too distracted to answer the door for the bed that is coming in the door.
The bed is assembled in the bedroom after they disassemble and take away her old bed. After all are gone Grace is standing by the new bed. It is a magnificent piece in a very sensuous style as she had seen in the shop. It is in a sort of Art Nouveau-Medieval style but in a light natural eastern curly hard maple instead of a darker wood usual for these styles. It has ornate carvings of carefully carved and defined genitalia on the five foot high women with flowing hair their arms raised above their heads, pushing out their bare breasts, as the four corner posts. Each is quite different. One has her hand in her vagina with expressions of ecstasy and another squeezing her breasts with her hands while grinning and her butt thrust back. Everything is curved and smooth with no sharp corners.
It is unmistakably a cage with large brass hinges and an enormous ornate lock. The outside gate handle is a life sized erect 9" cock and scrotum projecting out in the same smooth polished Maple and a large Chinchilla cuff around it. It is a Super King sized bed nearly filling the Bed Room.
There are large, thickly padded Chinchilla cuffs and fat braided white Mink ropes thick as your wrist anchored to the side rails of the cage implying bondage. Very intimidating to Grace's mind which is racing over the whole thing of her being in control at all times.
Thoughts of being in the rocker begin to conflict with these thoughts of being caged when the door bell rings. It is Grant.
"What is with the Bondage/S&M thing. The bed is a cage."
"How observant. There will be no S&M or anything else you do not specifically agree to participate in. Remember, obsession over control is your main problem. We need to work on your letting go and not always being in control. Do you want to get started?"
"Yes" she says hesitantly.
"You sound reluctant?"
"OK, yes!!" almost stomping her foot.
"When I hypnotize you at, anytime, even when under, if I make a suggestion that you truly do not want to do you will not be compelled to do it. Is that understood?"
"Yes."
"I should have your Apartment key in case of emergency."
"OK." She hands him one.
"Here is an Alarm device and a pager I have for you." Shall we get started?"
"Yes, please."
Grant speaks softly to her for a few moments and has Grace sitting in a trance like state quickly. "I will awake you with Bubba and I will put you under with N53X and you will follow my commands. Is that understood?"
"Yes"
"Undress." Grace slowly removes her clothes folding and laying them out as she usually does and stands in front of Grant in the buff with a sweet smile. Grant can't resist running his hands over her gorgeous body and soft skin. Grace shivers as he does throwing back her head with her mouth open, quietly moaning. She had thought of this sitting in the rocker. Moisture begins to form in her crotch as this happens. He runs his hands through her beautiful hair and Grace closes her eyes sighing softly. Grant gets control of himself and tells her to get into the bed and cuff herself. She obediently complies. Grant reaches into the cage and completes the restraints and locks the gate with a loud click.
Grace is still smiling and is totally relaxed. She is nude, immersed and wrapped in the furs. She soon begins to writhe in the furs. Grant shoves a Lynx pillow between her thighs and under her head. He also drapes the Lynx, fur side to her body. She increases her motions and humping the Lynx pillow between her thighs. Grant reaches through the bars and runs his hands over her body. Grace shivers at his touch and as he moves his hand over her body. He uses the Lynx in fondling and stroking her. Grace is rapidly approaching an orgasm. Grant moves his hand down just above her mound and she pushes hard up to it. She is breathing quite heavy and humping his hand trying to lift and rotate her hips to put her mound under his hand. Grant deliberately keeps his hand off her mound but increases the pressure. Grace is moaning quite loudly by now on the verge of her orgasm. She suddenly shudders and moans in a state of ecstatic bliss, exploding in her finest orgasm ever. The smile of satisfaction has Grant craving her. He moves his hand down and grabs an entire handful of her mound. Grace gasps and climaxes immediately in his hand. He has a totally wet handful of her wonderful soft muff and Grace is way beyond a hypnotic trance, breathing heavily and sighing, moaning and going into yet another orgasm. Grant still has a firm but gentle grip on her mound and has one finger fondling her labia, slowly sliding into her. He begins to stroke the sweet spot of her clitoris. Grace is shaking all over with the stimulation. Powerful waves of orgasm sweeps over her as she gasps and sighs sweetly.
She finally collapses into the furs from exhaustion. Grant smoothly runs his hand over the rest of her body then pauses over her tits. Grace is slowly writhing in the furs now and sighing at his touch. Her breasts and nipples are receiving his fondling now as she moans and sighs with pleasure. All through this Grant has been talking softly and quietly to Grace about being calm, the softness of her body, how he loved to touch her and the sweetness of her smile.
"Bubba". Grace awakes from the trance with a start and goes into an immediate state of anxiety at the confinement and restraints. Grant had stopped fondling her but does stroke her face and hair to calm her. This is only partially successful.
"When you were under you had no signs of anxiety. In fact you were enjoying your situation with extreme pleasure. Go to those feelings in your mind even if you cannot remember exactly what happened." Grace gets a look of concentration on her face and she soon becomes calmer.
"What happened?" I am not going to tell you specifics yet but you will gradually begin to recall the feelings you were having later. I am going to leave you like this for the night and at sometime in the night your restraints will release and the gate will unlock.
"Please don't leave me. I want you to touch me and talk to me."
"You need to absorb what has happened and contemplate being calm alone and by your self." Grant leaves her locked in the bed-cage still in her restraints. There is a video monitor hooked to his computer at home and an alarm if anything happens. Grant can control the bed-cage from his computer.
At first Grace nearly panics but realizes nothing is going to happen to her and she is perfectly safe. In fact there is now something strangely erotic being in these lush, soft and sensual restraints engulfed in the furs. A wave of sensual desire and submission sweeps over her and she is nearly in an orgasm before she realizes. She relaxes and lets the feeling lay in her body, savoring the heightened sexual arousal in a way she has never experienced like taking it inside herself as a normal state of being. She slowly wallows in the furs stimulating her body. Grace is feeling as though the bed and the restraints are moving with her body, massaging her and increasing the stimulation of the furs leading to heightened sexual excitement. Suddenly wave after wave of orgasms sweep over and through her until she is exhausted. She was having those same sensations as in the rocker of the bed coming alive and fondling her in her orgasmic state. The same images of Grant's wonderful hands fondling her became palpable during her orgasms.
She knows full well now that she cannot live without him making love to her. Her mind is now full of Grant taking her and molding her body to his and consuming her. She drifts into sleep still restrained and has vivid dreams of Grant ravaging her and the bed caressing and fur fondling her all over all night. They were soothing and comforting feelings, like an ultimate womb.
4
Grace awoke with the restraints released. She had rolled over in her sleep on her face in the fur highly stimulated upon waking. She did test the gate and it had not been released. Grace was surprisingly not anxious over this but rather rolled back over in the furs and writhed herself into another orgasm. She lay there savoring the soft luxuriant sensuousness of the furs when she heard a click. She took her time getting up from the furs. She wanted to stay there all day.
Grace finally gets dressed and is at her office in record time. She wanted to make another short day of it. Despite the dread of her office decor she manages to accomplish the bulk of her tasks before lunch and has only a few meetings to take care of before she leaves. Grace is home by three and in her bed fully nude wallowing in the furs when she hears the door bell ring shortly after five. She drapes herself in her Silver Fox coat smiling to herself and answers the door. It is Grant of course for the hypnotism session.
"Is there anything under the fur other than you?"
"No." she shamelessly replies.
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Yes."
"I have not hypnotized you yet."
"I don't care if you do or not. I just want you to make love to me!!"
Stroking her face in his hands and running his fingers through her hair ... "I want to do that more than you could imagine but we need to take care of your anxiety and stress problems before considering that."
Grace is pushing Grant's resolve by fondling herself in front of him with her fur, pressing against him as they talk in full blown seduction mode. She is already highly aroused from previous fondling in the bed. Grant is out to the limits of his restraint. What an incredible woman and melting to his wants as she wants him with all her being now.
"N53X" Grace is in her trance still fondling herself with her fur, stroking up her crotch and over her tits.
"Grace, undress me." She finally stops fondling herself and slowly removes his clothes much as she does her own and this just makes the seduction of Grant all the more exciting. Slipping them off carefully, then folding and laying them out nicely. Grace is standing there with Grant totally in the buff looking down at him and shaking slightly. She must be subliminally aware of the situation and being still turned on even in her trance. Grant puts his arms around her and pulls her to him, his body slipping between the fur lapels of her Fox coat and pressing against her flesh with his very stiff cock between her thighs and his shaft rubbing up against her labia. Grace is faint and collapses in his arms.
He picks her up as if she is a fur coat in his arms and carries her to the bed. Bending over he lays her in the furs, sliding her back fully in the bed. He does not restrain her, just puts the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and lets the ropes drag around her. She has the sense of restraint without them impeding her movements. She smiles as he puts on the cuffs. The fur ropes are heavy so when they drag over her body she shivers with the sensations throwing her arms around him. Grant kisses her with a deeply passionate kiss with their bodies pressed tight to each other but Grant lets go.
As Grant backs out of the cage he is frozen over her beautiful thick and soft dark muff framed between the Silver Fox lapels of her coat. Desire overcomes the agenda. His face is deep in her soft muff lickity split as they say with his tongue penetrating to her clitoris seeking her sweet spot like a heat seeking missile. Grace lets a loud moan as first contact is made of her desires. Her hands are stroking the sides of his head as she coaxes him deeper into her and pleasures at touching him between her thighs.
She may be in a trance but she is fully involved with her body. Grace experiences waves of orgasms as Grant pleasures her deep desires. He was not going to do this for at least a few more days. Grant is becoming overwhelmed with desire for Grace. He finally pulls away and Grace responds with a whimpering and sighing of clear disappointment.
He sits up on his knees in front of her and has her head in his hands caressing her face and hair. His cock is like the Washington Monument and just as erect. He leans over and kisses her deeply with full mouth and tongues racing in passionate and eager kisses. He pulls away a few inches and whispers close in her ear ...
"I want you to suck my cock. Do you want to do that for me?"
"Oh yes, please let me." She is down on his post in an instant taking it up to the hilt. She is very artful in drawing up its length and fondling the tip with her tongue then back down to the hilt again. Grace has never sucked cock in her life. She keeps doing this and fur fondling his scrotum with great eagerness sending Grant through the roof. Grant has pulled the Fox hood of her coat up around her head and around his hips increasing both their sensations. What of his cock that is not in her mouth is wrapped in Lynx as she moves up and down on him. Grant is going out of his mind with desire for her and the sensations she is generating in his scrotum and the furs stimulating them both.
"Take all of me in you, please Grace."
Soon gobs of hot juices are shooting into Graces lovely mouth as she sucks and swallows all from Grant. She doesn't stop however as he did not command her to. Grant is half way to a second cumming before he remembers. His passions are at a boiling point by this time and a second load is building in his fur fondled scrotum. His head is tingling as much as his cock and he is out of control. Grant is in another world with lust for Grace. He explodes with an even bigger load. Grace consumes him with her vigor.
"Stop. Please stop."
"Have I not done well?"
"You were magnificent." as he kisses her deeply with his cum still all over her and her mouth. He doesn't care and it somehow increases his desires for her.
He does clean her up and then takes her in his arms again, holding her tight to him for a while like a stolen moment. He doesn't attempt to go any further tonight but his desires for her is clearly over the top and Grant wants this woman as his own now more than anything in his life ever. She clearly wants him. He does have to get her through this problem of hers and bring her back from the brink regardless of his desires. Her submission to him is no problem. Eliminating the anxieties and stress is a totally other issue. He gets dressed and locks her gate rubbing the smoothly polished handle several times with his hand.
"Bubba" Grace first realizes she is nude before Grant and impulsively wraps her Fox around herself out of habit. But then a coy grin comes over her face and she "flashes" Grant with a full nude, and conscious, exposure letting the fur fall from over her shoulders, spreading her thighs exposing her lovely muff, dropping her hand on it and smiling sweetly up at him as she strokes and fondles herself. Grant went stiff and she noticed.
"Sleep well and I'll see you tomorrow."
"You sleep real hard dear" Grace jests and Grant was out the door. Grace has a generalized feeling of conquest that is both puzzling and gratifying. Her mind is awash with erotic images of Grant and her body being ravaged even more energetically than last night. The fur fondling is reaching levels of ecstasy she has never been to in her life and with Grant revolving around her in her dream state, orgasm is becoming a constant state of being. The bed is moving her to higher and higher levels of excitement and she is totally out of control of her situation and she could care less. She just wants more. Grace is in complete submission to her situation now.
Waking in the morning Grace was surprised at how fresh she was. She was thinking that with all that "activity" last night she should be exhausted.
As she crawls out of bed she grabs the cock handle for support and doesn't let go. She is standing there mesmerized, stroking the life sized cock suddenly realizing how much she wanted it in her. Before she realizes what she is doing Grace is well on her way to orgasm moving up and down on the handle as she slid it into her vagina. It has been so long since anything has been in her that she was overcome with passion to have Grant in her. She (correctly) assumed this was "his" cock. It was fully animated as she moved it in and out of her as if it were alive. Last nights dreams flooded through her mind and her orgasm was so intense she passed out and it was several minutes before she recovered. As she was getting up and on her knees looking at the cock at eye level wet and slick with her juices an overwhelming wave of passion swept through her body.
"I have to have him in me soon" she thought to herself. She orgasms several more times with even greater energy and passion on the hard maple cock.
Grant is now realizing this is not just another good deed and fling as he has done before. She has burrowed deep into his heart. This is probably the last time at this, not that the rewards won't be worth the loss of not doing it anymore with any more women. This is certainly turning out to be the most passionate and involved of all his previous gestures. There couldn't have been a better way to choose a mate, he thought to himself. He is hoping that their mutual passions will not confuse resolving her problems. The rockers and beds can continue to work their magic without his direct intervention with the women and still help them. Almost all his business is referral after all. This just happens to be the last recruit.
5
Grace is back to the office in the morning hard at work. She is totally fed up with her office decor and decides to take action. While contemplating this she has a taste memory from last night but not knowing she had a mouth full of cum last night it does not connect, particularly since it was a new experience. She is still highly aroused by the taste memory in any case. She calls Grant and asks if he could come over and take a look at her office and see what he would suggest doing to it.
They settle on just before lunch and lunch together after. Grace wore her sexy short Chinchilla vest today. She just had a salt & pepper gray lightweight cashmere turtleneck sweater under with a straight gray wool skirt just above the knee instead of her usual conservative dark power suit. She had also worn a big white, thick and super soft Arctic Fox long hooded coat over it all. Everyone in the office was looking her over with rather curious looks at her stepping so far out of character. Some of the guys with a far more prurient stare than usual.
When Grant shows up the other women are all over him like the UPS guy until they discover he is headed for Grace's office. Grant comes into her office.
"No wonder you suffer anxieties and stress. This is a ghastly space. It is designed to promote anxiety." He takes measurements of the space, locating windows, doors and the like. She is watching him as he moves around the room with confidence at what he does. Grace cannot be around him any more without fantasizing sex with him. He finishes and they leave for lunch.
They are well ahead of the lunch rush and are the only ones on the elevator going down. Grant puts his arm around Grace and nearly crushes her in an embrace, his hands pressing the Fox to her face and to his lips. They kiss passionately to the lobby.
"This is not a session and I just had to kiss you."
"You can kiss me or anything else you want to do anytime you wish."
They get to the Diner and take a booth. They sit beside each other.
"Grace, would you fondle me with your fur?" She had already dropped the Fox from her shoulders and partially draped it over him but slips out of the Chinchilla vest and gently strokes Grant on his arm, neck and the side of his face as well as herself.
"You love the fur!" as she smiles at him. Grant smiles at her and kisses her with the chinchilla caressing both their faces. Grace is out of her mind with desire for Grant at this point. Grace realizes their mutual total fondness for fur without a doubt. Grant breaks the spell, nearly in a whisper.
"We need to make sure we have dealt with the underlying causes of your anxieties causing your stress before we go any further with each other."
"How much longer will it take do you think?" "You're making excellent progress so I don't think long now." "
We can have another session tonight after work maybe?"
"I would love to." Grant and Grace leave for their respective jobs.
The afternoon for Grace is suffering the office and trying to focus on her work. Given a more comfortable space would make work so much easier and far less stressful she thinks. Where we spend our time has an impact on our psyche she is realizing. Her mind begins to wander as to how she would like to have her office. Obviously not the bed but the rocker would work very well. I'll bring it in tomorrow, she thinks. Even a few minutes every hour or so would help a lot. Maybe a more ergonomic desk.
She doesn't get much work done after this and leaves a bit early getting home a little after four. She strips and puts on her large hooded Lynx coat that nearly touches the floor. It has a soft Lambskin tan suede lining and is actually reversible. She has never worn it and was not sure why she bought it until now as it didn't fit her style or a place to wear it. It was simply the most sensuous and voluptuous fur coat she had ever seen and bought it, she thought then, in a moment of weakness. With it reversed it sends her out of her mind as the Lynx spread does that she just got. Now she is going to use it on Grant.
6
Grant is at the door and when Grace opens it she is standing there with the big hood up over her head and the coat open showing her fully nude body framed in the Lynx to him. Grant groans, reaches out and touches her face, running his fingers through her hair. Grace melts on the spot already cranked up with the Lynx and realizing as she had intended that her nude in fur must be going to his ultimate fantasies and doing a major number on Grant's hormones.
"You're not going to make this easy on me are you."
"I'm going to make you as hard as I can."
"N53X"
"Please take that coat off." She lets it fall to the floor in a thick pile around her legs exposing her totally nude body. Not much of an improvement since she looks pretty much like a goddess with the fur heaped up around her legs. At least Grant can get things somewhat under control for himself.
"Go to your bed and cuff yourself." Grace slides into the bed and does as told. Grant had picked up the Lynx coat and as he crawls into the bed-cage he ties her up and puts a gag on her as well this time. He is advancing the agenda to see if she is ready for the conclusion. He then totally engulfs her in her furs with the Lynx coat on top of her. He has also bound her around the waist with a thickly padded Chinchilla cummerbund and tied it to the frame as well with more thick Mink ropes. She is as immobile as can be.
"Bubba" Grace awakes and is already moaning as best she can in protest at being so totally bound.
"Remember that you are perfectly safe. Go to the feelings you have felt before when restrained." He sits and waits. She is still struggling and moaning through the gag but is starting to subside. Grant checks on her to make sure she is OK. He reaches through the bars and starts to slide his hand over her body under the furs. She responds by pushing up against his hand. Her protest moans turns to sighs of pleasure and she is rhythmically moving her body in the furs clearly getting highly aroused. She slides into an orgasmic state with flowing waves of orgasms as before only more intense this time. After she subsides from this Grant announces he is leaving and the restraints will release later and the gate will unlock.
Grace is starting to have a panic attack as she lays engulfed in the furs. She tries to focus on other sensations when she recalls her taste memory from this morning and begins to be aroused. Then the thought of Grant's hands moving over her body a bit earlier and this has her shivering in the afterthought of the feelings. Grant had programed the bed to begin its undulations and subtle rocking motions after half an hour of his leaving and this had started. She is then fantasizing Grant sucking her vagina and licking her labia as if she knew exactly how it would feel. Grace is overwhelmed with these desires for Grant overriding any anxieties she might have. This becomes a flow of fantasy sensations over her body as they consume her thoughts. She is luxuriating in these feelings and desires as she writhes as best she can with the restraints, ah, the restraints, like his hands holding her down as he ravages her totally submissive body. Grace flows into an orgasmic wave as she fantasizes his big cock, it has to be big?, is ramming her into total submission. She wishes she could get to the gate handle. Grace has a change of character.
She falls asleep after awhile and is still bound and gagged when she awakes. Grace doesn't panic but continues to fantasize her sexual submission with Grant. Suddenly the ropes release and the gate clicks open. She removes the gag and undoes the waist restraint. She is in no hurry to get out but lays face down in the furs and returns to her fantasies over Grant. She wants him with her forever. Grace loves Grant and will do whatever he wishes of her. She satisfies herself on the maple cock several times before leaving for work.
Grace is late for work having brought her rocker and she could care less. The rest of the folks are coming in and out of her office wanting this and that and she takes care of all the tasks with her usual efficiency and thoroughness but she was totally disinterested in what she was doing. The few moments in the rocker every hour or so is working wonders. She met Grant for lunch and was describing her day to him and he volunteered as she only needed a couple of more sessions to be "cured". She should and could begin to take interest in her work now without it consuming her as it has in the past.
Others in the office began to comment on her attire as she wore a dark green cashmere turtleneck and pleated dark green wool skirt with green stockings and loafers today and her hooded ¾ Red Fox looking like a rich college girl. Much too casual for the old Grace. Her comment to their comments ... "Get use to it." She also began to smile more at work.
7
She went home that evening actually a little later having stayed to finish up a few things she let slide over the past two weeks. Grant was sitting in the lobby waiting for her. She was unapologetic and he didn't make anything of it.
They went up to her place and Grace began to undress before Grant in a kind of striptease display. She used her furs to good effect dragging them over him as she rubbed her body against his along with the fur. Now that she knows he is very much into her in fur she is using that to maximum effect. She then started to take off his clothes. Grant is mesmerized by her display and it takes him some time to get a grip. He is half nude and Grace is running her furs over her totally nude body and running them over him as well getting Grant quite excited.
"N53X" This slows Grace's activities very little. Grant picks her up in his arms and heads for the bed. Grace is talking like a drunk "what? don't you want me baby? Kiss my wet cunt my big stud."
He slips her into the bed and fully restrains her. This time she is left exposed fully nude. Grant is sitting beside her in the cage. She continues with the slutty drunken bar maid talk. Grant begins to rub his hands all over her bare skin. Grace's moans and quivering body betrays her changing mood.
"Oh your hands are so fine on my skin ... oh yes between my thighs please ... oh please ... yes yes ... kiss me" ... Grant leans over and kisses her with a lingering and passionate kiss. Grace is writhing in the furs as they kiss. Grant backs out of the cage.
"Please don't leave me ... please." Grant finishes removing the rest of his clothes and Grace has a mile wide smile.
"Oh god yes come here." Grant crawls back in the cage with his cock like the Washington Monument again. "Oh my god what a wonderfully large thingy you have there. It's just like the gate handle. Oh let me have it wherever you wish to put it ... oh come to mama." Grant crawls up so his cock is leaning against her cheek.
"Please let me have it please." Grant lets her take just the tip in her mouth like a baby bottle nipple.
"Take your time sweet. You are so good Grace." Grace is in heaven. She is getting quite wet and Grant begins squeezing her mound in his full hand then progresses with fingers in her and fondling her sweet spot.
"I love your soft muff and you're truly graceful body." Grace is in full motion now.
"Oh please fuck me hard please ram me with your wonderful cock oh god please." Grant pulls up the furs around her and fondles her whole body with the furs. Grace is going out of her mind with desire for Grant. Grant is biting his tongue to restrain himself for as long as he can.
"Oh Grant ... I love you ... please take me now." Grant now knows the guise of hypnotism is no longer and he swings over Grace ramming into her, cock hair to muff in one swift motion. He has gone full depth into Grace to her cervix. She lets out a mighty moan of joy and triumph. Grant is in and out of her with full strokes and she is groaning and grunting to his powerful ramming of her soaked vagina. All of the previous days activities are flashing through Grace's mind as she gets pummeled. A big smile spreads over her face. It seems her entire body is smiling. She has wrapped her arms and legs around Grant to pull him into her as deep as she can.
She suddenly realizes she is no longer restrained. Both are hit with a thunderbolt orgasm. They nearly tear each other apart with their passions with the realization that this is an experience neither has ever had before. Totally giving love to each other. In their collapsed exhaustion Grace thanks him for releasing the restraints. Grant shows her the Velcro end of one of the ropes.
"You had the ability to easily break loose at any time and the "lock" would release with a swift jerk or push."
"You deceived me!!!"
"You wanted and was eager to be deceived. I said I would do nothing you didn't want to truly do. Is there anything I forced you to do? And, of course, you remember it all because you were never hypnotized." Grace rolled over on top of Grant and "took him". She rode him like a merry-go-round pony, fur fondling him with fervor to his orgasmic bliss. They slept "locked" in the cage together. Grace was cuffed but not tied then used them on Grant "subduing" him. Everything he had done to her she now did to him to his delight. They made love practically all night then slept in each others arms.
They were up and at work bright and early the next morning despite little sleep. Grace dealt with work in a dispassionate manner from then on. Involved in its success but not obsessed. Those around her picked up on it right away. No more Grace buttons to push and others became more diligent as well. They met for lunch at the Diner.
Grace asked "Come to my place tonight please."
"OK, but the sessions are over."
"What sessions?" They never talked of that again. It became an integral part of their sex life and memories together. How Grace and Grant met.
Grant comes over to Grace's and knocks. No answer so he lets himself in and calls for Grace.
"I'm in here." Grant goes into the Bed Room and Grace is fully restrained and nude in her Lynx coat and spread partially draped over her like a Playboy model. Grant is undressed in a heart beat. He is on her like a bear to honey. He ravages her with his mouth and then with his cock. Grace drives him crazy sucking his boner and constantly fur fondling him.
"Tomorrow night at my place and then we can decide where we will live together, right?"
"OK but only if you redo my office soon. I can't stand it much longer."
"You have been truly long suffering."
Grant had been working feverishly on a desk the day after meeting Grace. He had it delivered the following morning to her office. They removed her desk and moved it in. It is a desk version of her bed. The carvings are not quite as blatantly sexual but still erotic and very feminine. The breasts and crotch of the two female corner posts are thinly draped but otherwise fully nude. Their hair hanging over their tits and crotches Art Nouveau style. Everything was at her fingertips and it wrapped around her like a graceful J shape in a comforting way. "How ergonomic" are the comments of those who first see it. Grace was no sooner sitting at it when she realized she was experiencing milder feelings like with the bed and rocker. Since the rocker was already there the place was shaping up.
She suddenly had a lot of "visitors". Women and men in the office who just wanted to sit and talk and seemed compelled to tell her everything about their lives. They sat in the rocker of course and were soon telling her their inner most secrets and asking her advice.
A client dropped by for a scheduled meeting on some detail information she had been working on for him and he suddenly increased the contract amount by 25%. He thanked her profusely for her help. Normally rude and verbally abusive he never thanked anyone for anything.
Grace goes over to Grant's place for the first time that evening. It is even more incredible than his office. Well, there is the Bachelor untidiness but clean none-the-less. Grant not only likes her furs but his own as well. Grace is overwhelmed with Grant's place and his furs. He has a Sable and Chinchilla spread that he drove her crazy with and has her planning tomorrow evenings events. It is no contest, they move her things into Grant's place.
They brought her bed to his place since she can no longer be without it. Even Grant admitted he out did himself on her bed.
"Besides I have your cock here to satisfy me if you are away too long." Grace snipes.
She had already taken her rocker to her office as the first step.
"What is it with your furniture. It is somehow alive?"
"You must swear to keep the secret ... It is. I can't hypnotize a bed post but I can cast a spell on it."
"A what???"
"A spell. I can animate it to do things. Well, I do enhance them mechanically like with the bed. Otherwise it can't walk or chew gum but it can reflect my spell since it acts as an amplifier or transmitter. A person can be deceived into thinking the furniture is animated or to do things at my bidding ... to a point. More like what they really want but are reluctant to act on. I cast a spell of my caressing you in the rocker, bed and the desk and I made suggestions for you to follow. It is still in them. The more receptive one is to the spell the better it works and the longer it lasts. It is a special gift I possess. You were so receptive in your anticipation you actually increased its effect with yourself beyond what I expected. Do you want me to remove the spells?"
"Heavens no. It is like having you with me when you are not. I love it and I have gotten use to you fondling me constantly as normal. I knew when I met you that there was something special about you and to think you fell in love with me."
Grant fixed up the rest of Grace's office and it wasn't long before all the others needed a redecorated office. No wonder Grant has more work than he knows what to do with and can charge whatever he pleases. How could you put a price on a good spell?
To say they enjoy a full and happy life would be an understatement.
Grace kind of pushes Grant around but he loves it and besides, her controlling thing is just between them now and he still has his finger on her button so to speak.
She has him wearing furs now.
Their place is a bit tidier than when Grant lived alone and furs everywhere.
There is no controlling their sex life in the furs which is off the chart needing no further enhancement.
