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There was a knock at the door, a gentle repeating thump, alerting Denis Marsalis, the olive skinned, curly haired, lean rookie model. Dressed in a black sweater and black jeans, he averted his gaze from his phone as he turned to the door of the lounge he had come in to unwind, lying on the plush sectioned couch. Denis checked the clock on his phone. He had been scrolling mindlessly for an hour and a half, another dull day in the agency.
There was a soft spoken female voice coming from behind the plain office style door: “Denis, may I come in? I have a new job for you! This’ll be so good for your portfolio! You gotta hear this!” It was his agent, Simone. Simone had been appointed as his personal agent when Denis started his career, informing him of modeling gig opportunities and other points of interest relevant to his future as a model.
“Yeah, come in!” Denis permitted, wishing to hear what Simone had got for him this time. Denis had done only small time gigs until then and a few cameos in small movies as an extra background character, usually playing a hunk of some sort. If this was as big as Simone said, he would seize the opportunity in a heartbeat.
The door opened and in came Simone, dressed in a gray suit and a clipboard in hand. The ebony agent’s dark hair was tied back in a ponytail and glasses adorned her face as her eyes scanned the board. “You know Bianca Nyberg? Please tell me you know Bianca Nyberg,” Simone queried, visibly excited in saying the name out loud to Denis.
“The furrier Bianca Nyberg? Yeah, I’ve heard of her. The word is that she has a borderline monopoly over the fur market in this city. She makes bank in the colder months. What about her?” Denis replied, waiting for Simone to elaborate a little. Clearly she knew more than him.
“That’s the one. If you see anyone wearing fur in this city, there's a 99.9% likelihood it’s one of her pieces. But that’s not entirely it, though. She’s extremely esteemed in international fashion circles. She’s releasing new clothes soon and needs someone with your description to wear them for marketing as well as her webstore. You know what that means? People will see you… and your bookings will explode! Maybe you’ll finally end up in the big leagues!” Simone claimed, raising her voice in glee.
“Oh damn! When? And does she want me to wear something in advance?” Denis asked, sitting up from his laid back position.
“Tonight. We’ll book you a ride right now. What you’re wearing now will do,” she replied, pulling out her phone from her pocket. “And don’t do anything stupid. Try to stay on her good side.”
“Okay okay. Will you be coming with me? To oversee the process?” Denis questioned, just making sure.
“Unfortunately no. You’ll have to go by yourself. Don’t worry about it, you’ll do fine by yourself. I’ll call now. The driver will be waiting outside for you,” Simone said, turning away. “Hello? This is Simone from the agency. I’d like to book a ride. Yes, the premium.”
Denis swiftly rose up from the sofa he had lazily been lying on all this time, walking to the coat rack. He picked up his orange puffer jacket, putting it on at record speed and making his way through the door. He speedwalked through the corridors of the agency, en route to the huge main lobby of the agency.
Soon he was at the main lobby, greeted by the soothing sound of cascading water. Looking around, he beheld a breathtaking sight: a hanging garden adorned with lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and delicate vines cascading down from the ceiling. In the center of the lobby, a magnificent waterfall glistened in the soft light, its crystal-clear waters trickling down into a serene pool below.
Denis spotted the receptionist, Daniel, sitting behind the dark gray marble desk, typing something on his keyboard. Denis marched towards Daniel, with pride written across his face.
"Daniel!" Denis called out, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he approached the reception desk. Daniel glanced up from his keyboard, a warm smile spreading across his face as he recognized Denis.
“What’s up? You look like you won a medal or something. What’s going on?” he asked.
“I’m leaving. I got a gig. Bianca Nyberg,” he said, his words giving off a slightly arrogant feel.
Daniel's eyes widened in excitement. "No way! That's huge, man! Bianca Nyberg is a legend in the industry. I bought my wife a fur stole from her as a gift! You're gonna kill it!"
"I hope so," Denis replied, his excitement bubbling over. "Wish me luck!"
"Good luck, Denis! Knock 'em dead!" Daniel exclaimed, giving Denis a thumbs-up as he headed towards the door.
“I will! Soon I’ll end up on the big billboards, watch me,” Denis answered, squinting his eyes, promising to succeed.
He turned away from Daniel, facing towards the automatic doors leading out of the lobby outside. He walked through as fresh air filled his lungs. The boulevard was swarming with people, most commuting home from work. Denis checked the clock: it was almost 6 pm. He saw the taxi pole in front of the building, walking over to it, waiting for his ride which was to deliver him to his inevitable success.
He leaned against the pole, looking over his surroundings. The lofty skyscrapers and office buildings around him restricted Denis from seeing anywhere else but the boulevard, stretching for miles. To pass the time, he started people watching. Fur clothing, that was what he was going to wear in his shoot. He spotted people left and right wearing fur, whereas normally he wouldn’t have even noticed.
He saw a lady in a brown sable coat and sunglasses talking on the phone and puffing a cigarette, a plume of smoke emitting from her lips. He looked over to the city theater that was just a little further down the street. A cab door opened and out stepped a blonde beauty, dressed in a light colored dress and a long white fox fur stole, greatly resembling Marilyn Monroe. Her stole swayed gently as she made her way up the steps. He spotted a couple walking together, wearing a matching pair of full length silver fox fur coats. The wife wore a black classy dress with leather opera gloves on her hands, topped off with a Louis Vuitton bag. The lady reached to tickle the man under his chin. The man, wearing a simple suit, grinned as he pulled his head away.
“All these people... wearing fur. It seems to be popular in this city. How haven’t I ever noticed? Bianca must be filthy rich with all these people dressed like this. This is going to be so good,” Denis thought, smiling to himself and almost being able to picture himself on a high fashion runway. He closed his eyes for a moment, dreaming about his future.
HONK! HONK!
“What the…” he was startled awake.
A white Maybach had pulled up and was now waiting for him in front of the taxi pole. Denis raised his hand apologetically as he walked over to the right side of the vehicle. He stepped in the passenger seat, closing the door behind him. The Maybach pulled off from the agency with a destination already predetermined. As he leaned back in the plush leather seat of the Maybach, Denis couldn't shake off the image of opulence that had just surrounded him on the city streets. The allure of wealth and luxury seemed palpable, tantalizing him with the promise of a glamorous future.
As the car glided smoothly through the bustling streets, Denis couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with nerves. This meeting with Bianca, the renowned mogul, was his ticket to the world of haute couture. He had spent months perfecting his portfolio, honing his skills, and now, finally, he was on the brink of a breakthrough.
The tall buildings faded away from his periphery as the scenery transferred from a bustling metropolis to a more extensive and open suburbia. The buildings got more and more upscale before they pulled up to a gate. The gate was attached to two marble columns, golden fox statues adorning the top of them. Denis saw the driver speak on an intercom before the gate doors opened slowly.
The Maybach drove up a hill, closing in on a huge 2-story classical style manor. The driveway ended in a roundabout, a beautiful fountain in the middle of it. On top of the mountain was another golden fox, standing tall and indicating significant wealth. Halting at the front of the porch, Denis stepped out of the vehicle.
The front door opened, revealing Bianca Nyberg. A lady in her mid 40s with a medium length platinum shag cut and piercing blue eyes. She wore a white blouse and a black leather skirt with black heels. Golden hoop earrings embellished her ears as she smiled, dark red matte lips twisting into a welcoming expression. Finishing up her attire, she wore a long extremely fluffy crystal fox fur coat with an enormous collar, contributing to an image of opulence and sensuality. Her hands were at her hips, decked by a set of long black nails.
She stepped out with a brunette servant with her hair in a neat bun, dressed akin to a French maid. She held a tray, carrying two glasses of champagne. The maid stood next to the dark wooden front door, as Bianca made her way down the porch steps to properly meet Denis. The hem of the luxurious coat bobbed and swayed as she traversed down the steps one by one.
“Mr. Marsalis! I’m so pleased to meet you! I am Bianca Nyberg,” she introduced herself excitedly, her voice soft and deep.
Denis stared at her as she approached. Bianca definitely looked the part of a wealthy furrier. “Denis Marsalis, a pleasure,” he said, smiling and offering a formal hand shake.
Bianca dismissed the offering and pulled Denis into a tight hug. He opened his eyes in surprise, being led to a warm fuzzy embrace. Denis felt snug in Bianca’s arms as he felt the thick fur sleeves forcing him close to her. As he wrapped his arms behind her back, he instinctively caressed the soft and luscious fox fur. Thanks to the size of the collar, the fluffy strands of fur on it grazed his cheek, as they waved in the gentle breeze, causing him to get goosebumps.
Bianca giggled softly as she felt Denis’s hands explore the fur. “So soft and lovely, isn’t it? You’ll get to wear them a bunch today, handsome. Shall we go inside? We have much to discuss,” she suggested teasingly, easing up on the furry welcome gesture.
“Yeah… uhm… let’s go,” Denis said, still a bit taken aback by what had transpired.
They walked up the stairs together as Denis couldn’t take his eyes off Bianca’s massive coat, the soft flowing fur mesmerizing and almost hypnotizing Denis as the enigmatic lady led him to the door. They both picked up champagne glasses from the maid’s tray.
As they entered the opulent foyer, Denis couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur surrounding him. The air was filled with the sweet scent of perfume and the soft murmur of classical music drifting from hidden speakers.
Bianca led Denis through the sprawling mansion, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting that lined the halls. Every room they passed was adorned with exquisite artwork and luxurious furnishings, a testament to Bianca's impeccable taste and vast wealth.
As they traveled the hallways, Denis couldn't help but notice a line of huge portrait paintings adorning the walls. Each canvas depicted a woman exuding elegance and sophistication, draped in luxurious fur coats and stoles that seemed to shimmer with life.
"Wow, these portraits are breathtaking," Denis remarked, pausing to admire the intricate details of each painting. The rich hues of the fur coats seemed to leap off the canvas, their texture so lifelike that Denis almost felt as though he could reach out and touch them.
Bianca nodded, a proud smile gracing her lips. "Yes, these are some of my most prized possessions," she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "They belonged to my ancestors. I come from a long lineage of furriers, renowned for their craft back then. I am a third generation Finnish American. My family moved to the US for better business opportunities. Fur has always been a symbol of luxury and status, passed down through generations."
Denis looked at the end of the hallway, which seemed to end in a grand and spacious ballroom of sorts. “And that’s why everyone comes to you. They trust you,” Denis confirmed.
“Yes, they do. It’s expensive but they receive fluffy perfection each time,” Bianca giggled. “Some of the most influential people in the city come to me for their fur clothing. One of my top customers is called Regina, I love her. We click so well. We seem to have similar tastes in… well… everything!” she reminisced, smiling to herself.
“I see,” Denis replied slowly, squinting his eyes as he had no idea who Bianca was talking about.
As they arrived in the hall where the shooting takes place, Denis couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation mixed with a hint of nervousness. The space was expansive, filled with racks of fur clothing and bright lights but no crew.
“Where’s the photographer?” Denis asked, puzzled by the emptiness of the hall.
“You’re looking at her, baby,” Bianca answered, smiling slyly. “I prefer doing things myself, as it gives me more control and there’s less hassle about the pictures. So it’s just you and me… and furs.” Bianca fetched a photo album from a nearby table. “Here’s a little bit of a taste of what your photos are going to look like,” she said, opening the album.
In the photo album Bianca presented, Denis sees two striking examples of poses showcasing the luxurious fur garments against a plain white background:
A model is draped in a sumptuous fox fur stole, the rich, golden hues of the fur contrasting beautifully against her skin. The model's pose is natural yet alluring, with one hand lightly grazing the fur draped over her shoulder while the other rests elegantly on her hip. Her head is tilted slightly to the side, with a subtle hint of mischief in her eyes. The stole cascades down her back in soft waves, emphasizing the fluidity and opulence of the fur. This pose exudes confidence and sophistication, showcasing the timeless allure of the fox fur stole.
In another image, a different model is depicted wearing a magnificent coat crafted from luxurious Finn raccoon fur. The coat envelops her in a cocoon of warmth and glamour, its soft, brown fur shimmering under the bright studio lights. The model's pose is seductive yet understated, with one hand casually resting on her hip while the other lightly strokes the plush fur collar of the coat.
Bianca pointed to a fridge next to the coat rack, directing Denis towards it. “Go pick yourself something to drink, sweetie. We’ll be here for a while,” she suggested. Denis followed through, picking up a glass bottle of Coke from the fridge. He opened it and took a long sip before setting it aside on the table near the coat rack.
“Good! Let’s get started!” Bianca announced, clapping her hands together once.
Denis felt a surge of excitement as he prepared to model the luxurious fur coats for Bianca. With a newfound confidence, he slipped into the first coat, a sleek mink creation that enveloped him. As he struck a pose, he couldn't help but feel a thrill at the way the fur draped elegantly over his shoulders, the soft fibers caressing his skin with each movement. Bianca watched with a discerning eye, offering gentle guidance and encouragement as Denis showcased the coat from every angle. Next, he donned a stunning lynx fur jacket, its intricate pattern and rich texture adding a touch of wild elegance to his ensemble.
With each pose, Denis channeled the spirit of the fierce predator, his movements fluid and graceful as he brought the coat to life before Bianca's keen gaze. Together, they worked tirelessly to capture the essence of each garment, their collaboration a testament to their shared passion for fashion and beauty. And as the photo shoot drew to a close, Denis couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having played a part in bringing Bianca's vision to life.
One after another he modeled every single coat on the rack. As the last pictures had been taken, with Denis wearing a black dyed raccoon coat. He walked back over to the coat rack, before stumbling on a cord attached to the studio lights. He fell against the rack and the table, making them fall over. The bottle of coke that was on the table shattered, spilling the dark soda all over the furs, ruining them in the process.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THIS IS GOING TO COST ME?” Bianca yelled, shocked by what Denis had done to her precious coats. “Your career is so over! Wait till the others hear about this! Expect to get no more bookings! EVER!”
Realizing Bianca’s influence, Denis rose to his knees, crossing his hands. “Please, don’t tell others about this! I’m so sorry! Please, don’t ruin my career! I’ll do anything, anything! I don’t have anything else!” he begged, praying to keep his career at the agency. He had messed up big time.
Bianca’s face changed from that of fury, to a face of annoyance. “The only way I can forgive you is if you work for this… for my forgiveness,” she said, giving out an ultimatum, his career or a considerable favor. She enjoyed seeing him on his knees, begging for her. It gave her a feeling of power over him.
“Yes! Yes! I’ll do it! Whatever it is, I’ll do it!” Denis begged, tears almost forming in his eyes. He was desperate. He would go to Hell and back to keep his career.
Bianca's lips twisted into a mischievous smile as she watched Denis plead for forgiveness, relishing the power she held over him in that moment. She savored the sight of him on his knees, his desperation palpable in the air. With a flick of her wrist, she waved away his tears, reveling in the control she had over his fate. “Follow me.”
She took a hold of his hand and with a sense of apprehension gnawing at his insides, Denis followed Bianca through the labyrinthine corridors of the manor, his heart pounding with every step. As they ascended the grand staircase to the second floor, he couldn't help but feel a knot tightening in his stomach.
Bianca's grip on his hand was firm yet strangely reassuring, guiding him forward with an air of confidence that sent shivers down Denis's spine. He stole a glance at her, noting the mischievous glint in her eyes and the smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She seemed to be enjoying this far too much.
Finally, they reached the door to Bianca's bedroom, its polished wood gleaming in the soft glow of the hallway lights. With a flick of her wrist, Bianca pushed the door open, revealing a lavish sanctuary beyond.
Denis's breath caught in his throat as he stepped into the room, his eyes widening at the sight before him. The bedroom was a symphony of luxury, with plush velvet furnishings, delicate lace curtains, and a king-sized bed adorned with fur sheets and fluffy pillows. The walls, unlike anything he had ever seen before, were adorned with rich wine red fur, covering them in their entirety and lending the room an air of lavish extravagance. The soft, velvety texture of the fur seemed to beckon to him, inviting him into its embrace.
As Denis turned around he saw that Bianca had unbuttoned her white flowing blouse, revealing no bra underneath. Denis stared at Bianca’s sizable cleavage, emerging through a sea of fur as she stroked down the seams of her coat, hardening her nipples slightly. “Denis, I want you to submit to me... I want you to submit to me and make me feel good.” She established, coming in close to Denis and stroking down his sides, whispering: “And I want you to let me do anything I’d like to you…”
Bianca reached under Denis’s sweater and slowly started lifting it up, revealing his lean body to her lust-filled eyes. His belt was unbuckled, as his jeans were slowly discarded. Bianca gently shoved her long fingers under the elastic of Denis’s underpants, pulling them down and revealing his penis to her gaze. Denis stared at her, wide eyed and his jaw trembling, as Bianca pushed him onto the bed and the soft fur counterpane. She quickly straddled him, forbidding him from going anywhere. Denis was hers.
He felt the weight and the brushing of Bianca’s crystal fox fur coat as well as the fur sheets under him pressing against his back. Denis was squished between two behemoths of fluffiness. The soft fur tantalizing his skin felt almost comforting, as Denis felt his cock starting to tingle lightly. Bianca took a hold of his left arm, pushing it to the left bedpost. She reached inside her coat and pulled out some cuffs out of the pocket. The soft fur of Bianca's coat brushed against his skin as she moved, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He was completely at her mercy, unable to move as she bound him to the bed with practiced precision. His left hand was tied to the bedpost and soon was his right.
Bianca got up momentarily to turn her back against Denis, targeting his legs nest. The fur brushed the whole way against his stomach. The long fur coat cascaded across Denis’s chest all the way up to his neck, covering his whole upper body. Bianca cuffed his ankles, so that Denis was tied in a Y-position. Bianca turned back to face Denis. She smiled at him slyly while stroking his sides gently. “You’re mine. You have nowhere to go,” she said, leaning a bit closer to him.
Bianca twisted her hands into a claw position, as she started tracing her long black nails up and down Denis’s sides. She gently started wiggling her fingers, skittering the nails on his bare skin. Denis felt an intense tingle at his sides. His lips were forced into a grin as the sensation flooded his senses. He tried to fight it but to no avail, letting out small giggles. Bianca smiled as she leaned close to Denis’s ear: “Does it… tickle?”
Denis couldn’t help but smile as Bianca’s nails explored his sides, firing his ticklish nerves up. “Do my skittering nails make you want to laugh?” she teased, knowing the answer already. It was so obvious: Denis was ticklish. He squirmed and wriggled against his restraints, the sensation of Bianca's nails dancing across his skin. He tried to suppress the laughter bubbling up from deep within him, but it was a futile effort. With each feather-light touch of her nails, he felt the laughter building within him, threatening to spill out in a cascade of giggles and gasps.
“That’s right, Denis. I’m a tickler. I love to make men howl with laughter helplessly under my touch. And that goes for you too. I want you to laugh for me. I know it tickles. It tickles you so bad. Don’t hold anything back, Denis. Let it tickle,” Bianca whispered, revealing her secrets to her unsuspecting tickle victim.
Denis couldn’t ignore Bianca’s teases, each playful stroke of her nails sending waves of ticklish delight coursing through his body. Despite his attempts to suppress it, laughter spilled uncontrollably from his lips, the sound filling the room with a joyous symphony of mirth.
Bianca's smile widened at the sight of Denis squirming and giggling beneath her touch, reveling in the power she held over him. With each passing moment, she pushed him further into the depths of ticklish ecstasy, her nails tracing intricate patterns along his skin with a skillful precision that left him breathless and gasping for air.
As Denis's laughter echoed off the walls of the bedroom, Bianca leaned in close, her lips hovering tantalizingly close to his ear. "You're quite the ticklish one, aren't you, Denis?" she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "But don't worry, I'm just getting started."
With that tantalizing promise hanging in the air, Bianca continued her assault, her nails dancing across Denis's skin with a relentless determination that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness. And as the ticklish torture intensified, Denis surrendered himself completely to the intoxicating ticklishness of Bianca's touch, lost in a whirlwind of laughter.
As Denis wriggled and thrashed, he was caressed by the long fur of Bianca’s coat with each passing moment. The soft, luxurious fur enveloped him like a warm embrace, its gentle touch adding an extra layer of sensation to the ticklish torment he was experiencing. With every movement, the fur brushed against his skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body and intensifying the sensations of Bianca's teasing touch.
Despite his struggles, Denis couldn't help but find solace in the comforting embrace of the fur coat, its luxurious warmth a soothing balm against the intensity of his ticklish sensations. It was as if the fur itself was whispering words of reassurance, gently coaxing him to surrender to the pleasure of the moment, causing his member to grow rapidly.
Bianca started exploring up Denis’s ticklish arms, her nails trailing lightly along his skin with a teasing touch that sent shivers down his spine. She leaned in close, right next to his ear and blew into it, causing Denis to shiver and scrunch his neck.
With each playful stroke of her nails, Bianca unleashed a torrent of ticklish sensations that swept through Denis's body like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending with a dizzying intensity. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin as she leaned in close, her touch sending sparks of pleasure dancing along his arms.
After reaching Denis’s wrists, the nails’ ticklish flicks made their way closer and closer to his armpits. Denis squirmed and giggled uncontrollably, his body writhing beneath Bianca's touch as she unleashed a relentless assault on his most sensitive spots.
With each teasing stroke of her nails, Denis felt the ticklish sensations intensifying, the anticipation of what was to come sending waves of excitement coursing through his veins. He tried to brace himself for the inevitable onslaught, but it was no use – he was completely at Bianca's mercy, powerless to resist the overwhelming pleasure of her touch.
As Bianca's nails danced ever closer to his armpits, Denis could feel his heart racing in anticipation. He knew that once she reached that sensitive area, the ticklish torment would reach new heights of intensity, driving him to the brink of madness with ecstasy.
And then, in a sudden flurry of movement, Bianca's nails descended upon Denis's armpits with a vengeance, unleashing a barrage of ticklish flicks that left him gasping for breath. His laughter filled the room, a joyous symphony of sound that echoed off the walls as he surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. And as he surrendered himself to the sensation, he knew that he was in the grip of something truly magical – something that transcended the boundaries of pleasure and pain to create an experience unlike any other.
Denis closed his eyes as his mouth remained wide open, emitting desperate laughter wave after wave. He tried to ease the intense feeling of tickling but it was no use. Bianca’s nails were relentless and devious. It was almost like they had a mind of their own, analyzing Denis and how to best tickle him to death.
Bianca switched spots once again, her mischievous grin widening as she targeted Denis's sensitive ribs. With expert precision, her nails rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern, tracing delicate lines over his rib bones like gentle waves lapping at the shore.
Denis's laughter reached a crescendo as Bianca's nails danced along his ribs, the sensation sending waves of ticklish pleasure coursing through his body. He squirmed and wriggled beneath her touch, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to catch his breath.
With each teasing stroke, Bianca seemed to find new ways to torment him, her nails skittering across his skin with a relentless determination that left him dizzy with ecstasy. He could feel the warmth of her body pressed against his, her laughter mingling with his own as they shared in the joy of the moment.
“Tickle tickle tickle! Aww, is it ticklish? Does it make you go crazy? Is your fur tickle mistress evil, Denis?” Bianca teased, getting inside Denis’s head to make him surrender completely to her. He knew he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. For now he was Bianca’s, this mischievous fur-clad tickler's property
Denis’s face turned red from all the helpless laughter. His ribs tingled with unimaginable intensity as Bianca’s fingers wiggled, probing every bump and crevice, leaving no spot on his ribs un-tickled. She wanted to be precise. Every single tickle spot she chose had to be examined thoroughly to ensure maximum tickle torture. Bianca took great pleasure in Denis’s ticklish predicament. All of his laughter satisfied her sadistic tickler’s hunger bit by bit.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LET ME GO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS ISN’T WORTH IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Denis pleaded, in the middle of his laughter. He regretted agreeing to her demands.
“You have two choices, Tickle Denis,” Bianca reminded, giving him a teasing nickname. “Either you lie there and let it tickle tickle tickle like a good boy… or you lose your career,” she gave ultimatums, leaning in closer to elaborate. “And everyone will learn that you enjoy treatments like this.”
Denis’s eyes widened in shock. “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT?”
“I can feel your boner growing under me. You like this. You enjoy being tickled by a fur goddess like me, don’t you?” Bianca asked, ceasing her tickling for a moment and raising her eyebrow. “You like the way my soft fur feels like cascading and covering your body. You like the way my nails explore you, making you tingle and laugh.”
Denis’s face turned an ever deeper shade of red. He couldn’t say a word in response. Denis panted like an exhausted dog. Sweat dripped down his face as he stared at Bianca. She smiled at him, looking like she had something new and ticklish in store for him. She shimmied a bit, changing her position to sit on his knees and revealing his throbbing penis. She grabbed it gently and traced a single nail down it from the top to the bottom.
"Marie!" Bianca's voice echoed through the corridors, summoning her maid to the bedroom with a sense of urgency. Almost immediately, the door swung open, and Marie stepped inside the room, her demeanor poised and professional.
"Bring out the fluff box... and your duster," Bianca commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. Marie nodded silently, understanding the gravity of the situation, and quickly set about retrieving the requested items.
With a practiced efficiency, Marie retrieved an ornate box, its surface adorned with intricate patterns and delicate filigree. She also brought a feather duster from nearby, its soft ostrich feathers gleaming in the dim light of the bedroom.
Handing the items to Bianca with a deferential bow, Marie awaited further instructions, her eyes fixed on her mistress with unwavering loyalty and devotion.
Bianca's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she took the fluff box and duster from Marie, her mind already racing with plans for what was to come next. With these tools at her disposal, she knew that she could take Denis's ticklish torment to even greater heights, pushing him to the very limits of sanity.
And as she turned back to Denis, her eyes gleaming with mischief, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead. “Marie, why don’t you join us? Pick something from my wardrobe and come have some fun with us,” she suggested.
Marie smiled and nodded in response to Bianca's invitation, her eyes lighting up with anticipation as she made her way across the room to Bianca’s wardrobe. With a practiced eye, she scanned the array of luxurious garments before her, her gaze lingering on a particular item that caught her attention.
In a swift motion, Marie reached out and retrieved a double-sided pink fox fur stole, its plush fur gleaming in the soft light of the bedroom. With two tails on each end, it was a stunning piece that exuded elegance and sophistication.
Without hesitation, Marie draped the stole around her shoulders, relishing the sensation of the soft fur against her skin. She then reached for a matching pillbox fox fur hat, its rosy hue perfectly complementing the stole.
Denis’s heart pumped and adrenaline coursed through his veins with anticipation as he saw Marie approaching, twirling one of the stole’s tails in her hand. Not another tickler, he wouldn’t be able to handle it: the intense tickling, the teasing, the torment.
Bianca picked up the plush and sizable feather duster and brushed it against her palm. “Pick up something from the fluff box, Marie,” she said, aiming the duster at Denis and brushing it in the air. “Let’s make this man go insane.”
Marie walked over to the box and began to rummage through its contents, her fingers deftly sifting through the assortment of items within. With each movement, she searched for the perfect tool to add to their ticklish arsenal, her brows furrowed in concentration as she considered her options.
After a moment of careful deliberation, Marie's eyes lit up with a triumphant gleam as she finally found what she was looking for. With a satisfied smile, she withdrew two huge, white ostrich feathers from the depths of the box, their soft strands fluttering in the air as she held them aloft. Each was over half a meter long. Marie took a seat in between Denis’s arms, just above his head.
“Perfect… Now, let’s bless him with our tickles,” Bianca said, taking a hold of Denis’s throbbing penis and delicately brushing the duster down from the tip to the base.
Marie's feathers descended upon Denis's sides with a gentle, teasing touch, sending soft waves of ticklishness cascading through his upper body. With each delicate stroke, Denis squirmed and wriggled beneath the feathers' caress, his laughter filling the room with a joyous symphony of sound.
The combined feeling of the soft feathers caressing his sides and engulfing his cock felt hellishly heavenly. Denis felt every strand, every fiber from Bianca’s duster and Marie’s feathers traversing and tickling his vulnerable skin. The way they traveled and wandered up and down his most sensitive spots loaded him with ticklish arousal.
Bianca watched with delight as Marie worked her magic, her eyes alight with mischief as she observed Denis's helpless plight. With each passing moment, the intensity of his ticklish sensations seemed to grow, driving him to the brink of madness with ecstasy.
As Marie continued to explore Denis's sides with her feathers, Bianca couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the sight before her. With each flicker of the feather's bristles, she could see the pleasure and torment mingling on Denis's face, his laughter and moaning a testament to the sheer intensity of the experience.
Marie's voice floated through the room, teasing and playful as she observed Denis's reaction to her feathers’ gentle touch.
"So soft and ticklish, isn't it?" she teased, her tone laced with amusement as she watched Denis squirm and giggle beneath her ministrations. The feathers continued their dance along his body, traveling to his underarms, eliciting waves of ticklish delight that seemed to ripple through his entire body.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Marie released one feather and instead grasped an end of her stole with one hand. Bringing it close to Denis's face, she brushed the soft fur against it in a teasing gesture, her movements deliberate and tantalizing.
The plush fur caressed Denis's skin with a gentle touch, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, his cheeks flushing with excitement as Marie continued her playful assault.
Bianca was having a grand time dusting Denis’s ticklish member. The sea consisting of several dozen ostrich feathers twirled up, down and around, emitting ticklish pulses of euphoria in their wake. Marie’s feathers made him giggle, but Bianca’s feathering made Denis moan in ecstacy.
“Let aahh me go ahahahaha,” Denis pleaded, his voice a mixture of moans and soft giggling.
"I think we'd much rather keep tickling you, Denis," she answered matter-of-factly, her tone dripping with mischief. "And you really seem to like my duster here. Tickle tickle tickle!"
With a playful twirl of the feather duster in her hand, Bianca continued to tease and torment Denis’s cock, her movements calculated to elicit the maximum amount of ticklish pleasure from him. Each flick of the duster sent waves of sensation coursing through his body, driving him to the brink of madness and nearer to orgasm.
Denis could only gasp and giggle in response, his pleas for mercy drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of ticklish delight. Despite his protests, he couldn't deny the sheer pleasure of the experience, lost in a whirlwind of laughter and bliss.
"Marie, switch over to his feet. I wanna make him laugh properly again," Bianca requested with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Marie nodded eagerly, understanding Bianca's desire to intensify Denis's ticklish torment. With a swift motion, she got up and walked over to his tied feet and kneeled. Denis's eyes widened in anticipation as he felt Marie's feather approach his feet, knowing that he was in for another round of ticklish bliss. Despite his attempts to brace himself, he couldn't help but squirm and giggle in anticipation of what was to come.
With a swift motion, Bianca tossed the duster aside, its feathery bristles fluttering through the air as she reached into the fluff box. Her fingers sifted through its contents until they closed around a super soft makeup brush, its bristles delicate and inviting to the touch.
Grasping the brush firmly in her hand, Bianca turned her attention back to Denis, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she began to trace delicate patterns along his sensitive head, the soft bristles of the brush eliciting waves of ticklish pleasure.
Marie took the opportunity to intensify Denis's ticklish torment. With swift and nimble movements, she directed her feathers to dance in between his toes, their delicate bristles sending sparks of sensation shooting through his body.
Denis's laughter erupted anew as Marie's feathers tickled the sensitive skin between his toes, the sensation driving him to the brink of madness with ecstasy. He squirmed and wriggled beneath her touch, unable to contain the sheer delight of the experience.
The tickle of the makeup brush spiraled about his sensitive parts from his frenulum, around his glans, up and down his shaft, causing him to ooze with pre-cum, a testament to his ticklish pleasure. Bianca gave Denis tickly stipples with her tickle brush, also fluctuating between long strokes and quick gentle caresses, making him moan and wish for more, although he would never admit it.
With a sly grin, Marie discarded her feathers, opting for a more direct approach to Denis's ticklish torment. She extended her nails and began to trace delicate patterns along the sensitive skin of his feet.
Denis's laughter intensified as Marie's nails danced across his skin, the sensation sending
ticklish jolts coursing through his body. He squirmed and wriggled beneath her touch, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to contain the sheer delight of the experience.
“I think it tickles, Marie,” Bianca informed with a mischievous grin, watching Denis squirm under their combined assault. Denis, his laughter mixed with pleas for mercy, thrashed about, trying to escape the relentless tickling.
Marie, undeterred by Denis's protests, continued to work her magic on his feet, her nails dancing across his sensitive skin with expert precision. She couldn't help but giggle at his reactions, finding his vulnerability utterly adorable. "Oh, does it now?" she teased, increasing the pressure just a tad.
Bianca intensified the strokes of her makeup brush, while Marie switched tactics, alternating between feather-light touches and slightly firmer strokes with her nails.
Denis's laughter grew louder, filling the room as he struggled to catch his breath between bouts of uncontrollable giggles. He thrashed about, his attempts to escape futile against the combined forces of Bianca and Marie.
Denis was nearing orgasm with each soft brush and tickle. Sensing this, Bianca quickly dropped her makeup brush and sat on top of Denis's stomach once again, pinning him down with a mischievous grin. With a swift movement, she raised her hands and struck her talon-like nails to his sides, eliciting fresh peals of laughter from Denis. The fur of her crystal fox fur coat descended over his freshly dusted and brushed cock. Every squirm and turn made the fur brush his penis with its soft and plush strands.
Bianca started tickling Denis's neck, her fingers dancing lightly over his sensitive skin. She leaned closer and closer to his face, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she enjoyed his helpless laughter.
Denis squirmed even more beneath Bianca's touch, his laughter becoming even more uncontrollable as her fingers continued their relentless assault on his neck. He felt utterly helpless, completely at the mercy of her ticklish whims.
As Bianca leaned in close, her warm breath tickling his ear, Denis couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. Her whispered words sent a shiver down his spine, the playful tone sending a rush of excitement coursing through him.
“Tickle tickle,” Bianca whispered softly into his ear, her words causing Denis to burst into a fresh wave of laughter. He could feel her warm breath against his skin, her closeness sending a thrill of excitement through him. And then, to Denis's surprise, Bianca leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. His laughter faltered for a moment, replaced by a warm flush of pleasure as her lips met his skin.
Bianca settled herself comfortably on Denis's legs once more. Her fingers danced playfully along the surface of the fluff box until she found what she was looking for—a luxurious fur glove.
Denis watched with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as Bianca picked up the glove, a knowing smile playing on her lips. He knew all too well what was coming next, and yet, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of what lay ahead.
Bianca slowly slipped the fur glove onto her hand, the soft material gliding over her fingers with a delicate rustle. With a wicked grin, she raised her hand and began to stroke the fur along Denis's legs, the sensation sending shivers of delight through him.
Gently she took a hold of Denis’s teased cock, wrapping it with soft, warm and comforting fur. With the flick of her wrist, she pleasured him with the lovely fur glove. The combination of Marie abusing his feet with tickles and Bianca granting him fluffy, fuzzy pleasure made his nerves fire up like dynamite. Intense agonizing laughter blended with loud moans of pleasure echoed off the fur covered walls.
Bianca's laughter faded into a mischievous smile as she moved to lie next to Denis, the fur glove still in her hand. With a playful glint in her eyes, she continued to pump the fluffy glove against his throbbing sex, teasing him with light ticklish strokes.
Whispering softly, her breath warm against his ear, she murmured, "Give in to the sensation, Denis. The fur feels so good on your cock, caressing it up and down and engulfing it, I know. I bet you feel every hair and fur follicle stroking you all over. You feel all of it gently tickling you. Marie will continue to tickle your feet while I pleasure you with my fur. We will make you cum, Denis. Don’t fight it. Embrace the tickle.”
He could hardly believe the sensations that were coursing through his body—ticklish torment mingled with the tantalizing touch of the fur glove. Every stroke of the soft fur against his pulsating member elicited pleasure rippling through him, while Bianca's whispered words and playful kisses only added to the intensity of the moment.
As Denis lay there, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of pleasure and ticklish torment brought on by Bianca's playful ministrations, he suddenly felt another wave of sensation wash over him. Marie was still there, her nails dancing lightly over his sensitive feet, adding to the overwhelming intensity of the moment.
The combined assault of Bianca's fur glove and Marie's relentless tickling of his feet sent Denis into a frenzy of laughter and arousal. He writhed and squirmed beneath their touch, unable to control the torrent of sensation that engulfed him.
It was a sensation unlike any other, a heady mixture of pleasure and ticklish torment that left him gasping for breath and longing for more. And as Bianca continued to tease and tantalize him with her soft touches and whispered words, Denis knew that he was completely at her mercy, lost in a world of ticklish delight.
With a playful grin, Bianca leaned in closer, her lips hovering just inches from his as she whispered, "Cum for us, Denis. Cum to your tickles."
As Denis's climax reached its peak, he felt an explosive release surging through him, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm. His cock throbbed with pleasure, turning red from the sheer force of his release as streaks of cum flew across the room, painting the space in a testament to his ecstasy.
His eyes rolled back in bliss as he gasped for air, feeling the overwhelming rush of pleasure coursing through every fiber of his being. Marie and Bianca gradually ceased their playful treatment, allowing him a moment to gather himself amidst the aftermath of his intense release.
Bianca, with a tender touch, gently turned Denis's head to face her and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Her fingers caressed his hair soothingly as she whispered, "There you go," offering him comfort in the aftermath of his explosive climax.
Denis, still catching his breath, looked at Bianca with a mixture of gratitude and amusement. "Are we even?" he asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
Bianca rose from her place beside Denis, a satisfied grin playing on her lips. "Consider your debt settled," she declared, her voice filled with playful satisfaction. "But I think I'll let Marie blow off some steam."
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Marie eagerly took Bianca's place, settling herself comfortably on Denis's legs. She wasted no time in taking action, reaching for her fur stole and deftly tying it over Denis's eyes, effectively blindfolding him.
Before he could even prepare himself, he felt Marie's fingers dancing lightly over his exposed armpits, sending a jolt of ticklish sensation coursing through him. He squirmed and writhed beneath her touch, his laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as she teased and tantalized him with her tickling, worsened by his ticklegasm.
There was a soft spoken female voice coming from behind the plain office style door: “Denis, may I come in? I have a new job for you! This’ll be so good for your portfolio! You gotta hear this!” It was his agent, Simone. Simone had been appointed as his personal agent when Denis started his career, informing him of modeling gig opportunities and other points of interest relevant to his future as a model.
“Yeah, come in!” Denis permitted, wishing to hear what Simone had got for him this time. Denis had done only small time gigs until then and a few cameos in small movies as an extra background character, usually playing a hunk of some sort. If this was as big as Simone said, he would seize the opportunity in a heartbeat.
The door opened and in came Simone, dressed in a gray suit and a clipboard in hand. The ebony agent’s dark hair was tied back in a ponytail and glasses adorned her face as her eyes scanned the board. “You know Bianca Nyberg? Please tell me you know Bianca Nyberg,” Simone queried, visibly excited in saying the name out loud to Denis.
“The furrier Bianca Nyberg? Yeah, I’ve heard of her. The word is that she has a borderline monopoly over the fur market in this city. She makes bank in the colder months. What about her?” Denis replied, waiting for Simone to elaborate a little. Clearly she knew more than him.
“That’s the one. If you see anyone wearing fur in this city, there's a 99.9% likelihood it’s one of her pieces. But that’s not entirely it, though. She’s extremely esteemed in international fashion circles. She’s releasing new clothes soon and needs someone with your description to wear them for marketing as well as her webstore. You know what that means? People will see you… and your bookings will explode! Maybe you’ll finally end up in the big leagues!” Simone claimed, raising her voice in glee.
“Oh damn! When? And does she want me to wear something in advance?” Denis asked, sitting up from his laid back position.
“Tonight. We’ll book you a ride right now. What you’re wearing now will do,” she replied, pulling out her phone from her pocket. “And don’t do anything stupid. Try to stay on her good side.”
“Okay okay. Will you be coming with me? To oversee the process?” Denis questioned, just making sure.
“Unfortunately no. You’ll have to go by yourself. Don’t worry about it, you’ll do fine by yourself. I’ll call now. The driver will be waiting outside for you,” Simone said, turning away. “Hello? This is Simone from the agency. I’d like to book a ride. Yes, the premium.”
Denis swiftly rose up from the sofa he had lazily been lying on all this time, walking to the coat rack. He picked up his orange puffer jacket, putting it on at record speed and making his way through the door. He speedwalked through the corridors of the agency, en route to the huge main lobby of the agency.
Soon he was at the main lobby, greeted by the soothing sound of cascading water. Looking around, he beheld a breathtaking sight: a hanging garden adorned with lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and delicate vines cascading down from the ceiling. In the center of the lobby, a magnificent waterfall glistened in the soft light, its crystal-clear waters trickling down into a serene pool below.
Denis spotted the receptionist, Daniel, sitting behind the dark gray marble desk, typing something on his keyboard. Denis marched towards Daniel, with pride written across his face.
"Daniel!" Denis called out, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he approached the reception desk. Daniel glanced up from his keyboard, a warm smile spreading across his face as he recognized Denis.
“What’s up? You look like you won a medal or something. What’s going on?” he asked.
“I’m leaving. I got a gig. Bianca Nyberg,” he said, his words giving off a slightly arrogant feel.
Daniel's eyes widened in excitement. "No way! That's huge, man! Bianca Nyberg is a legend in the industry. I bought my wife a fur stole from her as a gift! You're gonna kill it!"
"I hope so," Denis replied, his excitement bubbling over. "Wish me luck!"
"Good luck, Denis! Knock 'em dead!" Daniel exclaimed, giving Denis a thumbs-up as he headed towards the door.
“I will! Soon I’ll end up on the big billboards, watch me,” Denis answered, squinting his eyes, promising to succeed.
He turned away from Daniel, facing towards the automatic doors leading out of the lobby outside. He walked through as fresh air filled his lungs. The boulevard was swarming with people, most commuting home from work. Denis checked the clock: it was almost 6 pm. He saw the taxi pole in front of the building, walking over to it, waiting for his ride which was to deliver him to his inevitable success.
He leaned against the pole, looking over his surroundings. The lofty skyscrapers and office buildings around him restricted Denis from seeing anywhere else but the boulevard, stretching for miles. To pass the time, he started people watching. Fur clothing, that was what he was going to wear in his shoot. He spotted people left and right wearing fur, whereas normally he wouldn’t have even noticed.
He saw a lady in a brown sable coat and sunglasses talking on the phone and puffing a cigarette, a plume of smoke emitting from her lips. He looked over to the city theater that was just a little further down the street. A cab door opened and out stepped a blonde beauty, dressed in a light colored dress and a long white fox fur stole, greatly resembling Marilyn Monroe. Her stole swayed gently as she made her way up the steps. He spotted a couple walking together, wearing a matching pair of full length silver fox fur coats. The wife wore a black classy dress with leather opera gloves on her hands, topped off with a Louis Vuitton bag. The lady reached to tickle the man under his chin. The man, wearing a simple suit, grinned as he pulled his head away.
“All these people... wearing fur. It seems to be popular in this city. How haven’t I ever noticed? Bianca must be filthy rich with all these people dressed like this. This is going to be so good,” Denis thought, smiling to himself and almost being able to picture himself on a high fashion runway. He closed his eyes for a moment, dreaming about his future.
HONK! HONK!
“What the…” he was startled awake.
A white Maybach had pulled up and was now waiting for him in front of the taxi pole. Denis raised his hand apologetically as he walked over to the right side of the vehicle. He stepped in the passenger seat, closing the door behind him. The Maybach pulled off from the agency with a destination already predetermined. As he leaned back in the plush leather seat of the Maybach, Denis couldn't shake off the image of opulence that had just surrounded him on the city streets. The allure of wealth and luxury seemed palpable, tantalizing him with the promise of a glamorous future.
As the car glided smoothly through the bustling streets, Denis couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with nerves. This meeting with Bianca, the renowned mogul, was his ticket to the world of haute couture. He had spent months perfecting his portfolio, honing his skills, and now, finally, he was on the brink of a breakthrough.
The tall buildings faded away from his periphery as the scenery transferred from a bustling metropolis to a more extensive and open suburbia. The buildings got more and more upscale before they pulled up to a gate. The gate was attached to two marble columns, golden fox statues adorning the top of them. Denis saw the driver speak on an intercom before the gate doors opened slowly.
The Maybach drove up a hill, closing in on a huge 2-story classical style manor. The driveway ended in a roundabout, a beautiful fountain in the middle of it. On top of the mountain was another golden fox, standing tall and indicating significant wealth. Halting at the front of the porch, Denis stepped out of the vehicle.
The front door opened, revealing Bianca Nyberg. A lady in her mid 40s with a medium length platinum shag cut and piercing blue eyes. She wore a white blouse and a black leather skirt with black heels. Golden hoop earrings embellished her ears as she smiled, dark red matte lips twisting into a welcoming expression. Finishing up her attire, she wore a long extremely fluffy crystal fox fur coat with an enormous collar, contributing to an image of opulence and sensuality. Her hands were at her hips, decked by a set of long black nails.
She stepped out with a brunette servant with her hair in a neat bun, dressed akin to a French maid. She held a tray, carrying two glasses of champagne. The maid stood next to the dark wooden front door, as Bianca made her way down the porch steps to properly meet Denis. The hem of the luxurious coat bobbed and swayed as she traversed down the steps one by one.
“Mr. Marsalis! I’m so pleased to meet you! I am Bianca Nyberg,” she introduced herself excitedly, her voice soft and deep.
Denis stared at her as she approached. Bianca definitely looked the part of a wealthy furrier. “Denis Marsalis, a pleasure,” he said, smiling and offering a formal hand shake.
Bianca dismissed the offering and pulled Denis into a tight hug. He opened his eyes in surprise, being led to a warm fuzzy embrace. Denis felt snug in Bianca’s arms as he felt the thick fur sleeves forcing him close to her. As he wrapped his arms behind her back, he instinctively caressed the soft and luscious fox fur. Thanks to the size of the collar, the fluffy strands of fur on it grazed his cheek, as they waved in the gentle breeze, causing him to get goosebumps.
Bianca giggled softly as she felt Denis’s hands explore the fur. “So soft and lovely, isn’t it? You’ll get to wear them a bunch today, handsome. Shall we go inside? We have much to discuss,” she suggested teasingly, easing up on the furry welcome gesture.
“Yeah… uhm… let’s go,” Denis said, still a bit taken aback by what had transpired.
They walked up the stairs together as Denis couldn’t take his eyes off Bianca’s massive coat, the soft flowing fur mesmerizing and almost hypnotizing Denis as the enigmatic lady led him to the door. They both picked up champagne glasses from the maid’s tray.
As they entered the opulent foyer, Denis couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur surrounding him. The air was filled with the sweet scent of perfume and the soft murmur of classical music drifting from hidden speakers.
Bianca led Denis through the sprawling mansion, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting that lined the halls. Every room they passed was adorned with exquisite artwork and luxurious furnishings, a testament to Bianca's impeccable taste and vast wealth.
As they traveled the hallways, Denis couldn't help but notice a line of huge portrait paintings adorning the walls. Each canvas depicted a woman exuding elegance and sophistication, draped in luxurious fur coats and stoles that seemed to shimmer with life.
"Wow, these portraits are breathtaking," Denis remarked, pausing to admire the intricate details of each painting. The rich hues of the fur coats seemed to leap off the canvas, their texture so lifelike that Denis almost felt as though he could reach out and touch them.
Bianca nodded, a proud smile gracing her lips. "Yes, these are some of my most prized possessions," she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "They belonged to my ancestors. I come from a long lineage of furriers, renowned for their craft back then. I am a third generation Finnish American. My family moved to the US for better business opportunities. Fur has always been a symbol of luxury and status, passed down through generations."
Denis looked at the end of the hallway, which seemed to end in a grand and spacious ballroom of sorts. “And that’s why everyone comes to you. They trust you,” Denis confirmed.
“Yes, they do. It’s expensive but they receive fluffy perfection each time,” Bianca giggled. “Some of the most influential people in the city come to me for their fur clothing. One of my top customers is called Regina, I love her. We click so well. We seem to have similar tastes in… well… everything!” she reminisced, smiling to herself.
“I see,” Denis replied slowly, squinting his eyes as he had no idea who Bianca was talking about.
As they arrived in the hall where the shooting takes place, Denis couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation mixed with a hint of nervousness. The space was expansive, filled with racks of fur clothing and bright lights but no crew.
“Where’s the photographer?” Denis asked, puzzled by the emptiness of the hall.
“You’re looking at her, baby,” Bianca answered, smiling slyly. “I prefer doing things myself, as it gives me more control and there’s less hassle about the pictures. So it’s just you and me… and furs.” Bianca fetched a photo album from a nearby table. “Here’s a little bit of a taste of what your photos are going to look like,” she said, opening the album.
In the photo album Bianca presented, Denis sees two striking examples of poses showcasing the luxurious fur garments against a plain white background:
A model is draped in a sumptuous fox fur stole, the rich, golden hues of the fur contrasting beautifully against her skin. The model's pose is natural yet alluring, with one hand lightly grazing the fur draped over her shoulder while the other rests elegantly on her hip. Her head is tilted slightly to the side, with a subtle hint of mischief in her eyes. The stole cascades down her back in soft waves, emphasizing the fluidity and opulence of the fur. This pose exudes confidence and sophistication, showcasing the timeless allure of the fox fur stole.
In another image, a different model is depicted wearing a magnificent coat crafted from luxurious Finn raccoon fur. The coat envelops her in a cocoon of warmth and glamour, its soft, brown fur shimmering under the bright studio lights. The model's pose is seductive yet understated, with one hand casually resting on her hip while the other lightly strokes the plush fur collar of the coat.
Bianca pointed to a fridge next to the coat rack, directing Denis towards it. “Go pick yourself something to drink, sweetie. We’ll be here for a while,” she suggested. Denis followed through, picking up a glass bottle of Coke from the fridge. He opened it and took a long sip before setting it aside on the table near the coat rack.
“Good! Let’s get started!” Bianca announced, clapping her hands together once.
Denis felt a surge of excitement as he prepared to model the luxurious fur coats for Bianca. With a newfound confidence, he slipped into the first coat, a sleek mink creation that enveloped him. As he struck a pose, he couldn't help but feel a thrill at the way the fur draped elegantly over his shoulders, the soft fibers caressing his skin with each movement. Bianca watched with a discerning eye, offering gentle guidance and encouragement as Denis showcased the coat from every angle. Next, he donned a stunning lynx fur jacket, its intricate pattern and rich texture adding a touch of wild elegance to his ensemble.
With each pose, Denis channeled the spirit of the fierce predator, his movements fluid and graceful as he brought the coat to life before Bianca's keen gaze. Together, they worked tirelessly to capture the essence of each garment, their collaboration a testament to their shared passion for fashion and beauty. And as the photo shoot drew to a close, Denis couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having played a part in bringing Bianca's vision to life.
One after another he modeled every single coat on the rack. As the last pictures had been taken, with Denis wearing a black dyed raccoon coat. He walked back over to the coat rack, before stumbling on a cord attached to the studio lights. He fell against the rack and the table, making them fall over. The bottle of coke that was on the table shattered, spilling the dark soda all over the furs, ruining them in the process.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THIS IS GOING TO COST ME?” Bianca yelled, shocked by what Denis had done to her precious coats. “Your career is so over! Wait till the others hear about this! Expect to get no more bookings! EVER!”
Realizing Bianca’s influence, Denis rose to his knees, crossing his hands. “Please, don’t tell others about this! I’m so sorry! Please, don’t ruin my career! I’ll do anything, anything! I don’t have anything else!” he begged, praying to keep his career at the agency. He had messed up big time.
Bianca’s face changed from that of fury, to a face of annoyance. “The only way I can forgive you is if you work for this… for my forgiveness,” she said, giving out an ultimatum, his career or a considerable favor. She enjoyed seeing him on his knees, begging for her. It gave her a feeling of power over him.
“Yes! Yes! I’ll do it! Whatever it is, I’ll do it!” Denis begged, tears almost forming in his eyes. He was desperate. He would go to Hell and back to keep his career.
Bianca's lips twisted into a mischievous smile as she watched Denis plead for forgiveness, relishing the power she held over him in that moment. She savored the sight of him on his knees, his desperation palpable in the air. With a flick of her wrist, she waved away his tears, reveling in the control she had over his fate. “Follow me.”
She took a hold of his hand and with a sense of apprehension gnawing at his insides, Denis followed Bianca through the labyrinthine corridors of the manor, his heart pounding with every step. As they ascended the grand staircase to the second floor, he couldn't help but feel a knot tightening in his stomach.
Bianca's grip on his hand was firm yet strangely reassuring, guiding him forward with an air of confidence that sent shivers down Denis's spine. He stole a glance at her, noting the mischievous glint in her eyes and the smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She seemed to be enjoying this far too much.
Finally, they reached the door to Bianca's bedroom, its polished wood gleaming in the soft glow of the hallway lights. With a flick of her wrist, Bianca pushed the door open, revealing a lavish sanctuary beyond.
Denis's breath caught in his throat as he stepped into the room, his eyes widening at the sight before him. The bedroom was a symphony of luxury, with plush velvet furnishings, delicate lace curtains, and a king-sized bed adorned with fur sheets and fluffy pillows. The walls, unlike anything he had ever seen before, were adorned with rich wine red fur, covering them in their entirety and lending the room an air of lavish extravagance. The soft, velvety texture of the fur seemed to beckon to him, inviting him into its embrace.
As Denis turned around he saw that Bianca had unbuttoned her white flowing blouse, revealing no bra underneath. Denis stared at Bianca’s sizable cleavage, emerging through a sea of fur as she stroked down the seams of her coat, hardening her nipples slightly. “Denis, I want you to submit to me... I want you to submit to me and make me feel good.” She established, coming in close to Denis and stroking down his sides, whispering: “And I want you to let me do anything I’d like to you…”
Bianca reached under Denis’s sweater and slowly started lifting it up, revealing his lean body to her lust-filled eyes. His belt was unbuckled, as his jeans were slowly discarded. Bianca gently shoved her long fingers under the elastic of Denis’s underpants, pulling them down and revealing his penis to her gaze. Denis stared at her, wide eyed and his jaw trembling, as Bianca pushed him onto the bed and the soft fur counterpane. She quickly straddled him, forbidding him from going anywhere. Denis was hers.
He felt the weight and the brushing of Bianca’s crystal fox fur coat as well as the fur sheets under him pressing against his back. Denis was squished between two behemoths of fluffiness. The soft fur tantalizing his skin felt almost comforting, as Denis felt his cock starting to tingle lightly. Bianca took a hold of his left arm, pushing it to the left bedpost. She reached inside her coat and pulled out some cuffs out of the pocket. The soft fur of Bianca's coat brushed against his skin as she moved, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He was completely at her mercy, unable to move as she bound him to the bed with practiced precision. His left hand was tied to the bedpost and soon was his right.
Bianca got up momentarily to turn her back against Denis, targeting his legs nest. The fur brushed the whole way against his stomach. The long fur coat cascaded across Denis’s chest all the way up to his neck, covering his whole upper body. Bianca cuffed his ankles, so that Denis was tied in a Y-position. Bianca turned back to face Denis. She smiled at him slyly while stroking his sides gently. “You’re mine. You have nowhere to go,” she said, leaning a bit closer to him.
Bianca twisted her hands into a claw position, as she started tracing her long black nails up and down Denis’s sides. She gently started wiggling her fingers, skittering the nails on his bare skin. Denis felt an intense tingle at his sides. His lips were forced into a grin as the sensation flooded his senses. He tried to fight it but to no avail, letting out small giggles. Bianca smiled as she leaned close to Denis’s ear: “Does it… tickle?”
Denis couldn’t help but smile as Bianca’s nails explored his sides, firing his ticklish nerves up. “Do my skittering nails make you want to laugh?” she teased, knowing the answer already. It was so obvious: Denis was ticklish. He squirmed and wriggled against his restraints, the sensation of Bianca's nails dancing across his skin. He tried to suppress the laughter bubbling up from deep within him, but it was a futile effort. With each feather-light touch of her nails, he felt the laughter building within him, threatening to spill out in a cascade of giggles and gasps.
“That’s right, Denis. I’m a tickler. I love to make men howl with laughter helplessly under my touch. And that goes for you too. I want you to laugh for me. I know it tickles. It tickles you so bad. Don’t hold anything back, Denis. Let it tickle,” Bianca whispered, revealing her secrets to her unsuspecting tickle victim.
Denis couldn’t ignore Bianca’s teases, each playful stroke of her nails sending waves of ticklish delight coursing through his body. Despite his attempts to suppress it, laughter spilled uncontrollably from his lips, the sound filling the room with a joyous symphony of mirth.
Bianca's smile widened at the sight of Denis squirming and giggling beneath her touch, reveling in the power she held over him. With each passing moment, she pushed him further into the depths of ticklish ecstasy, her nails tracing intricate patterns along his skin with a skillful precision that left him breathless and gasping for air.
As Denis's laughter echoed off the walls of the bedroom, Bianca leaned in close, her lips hovering tantalizingly close to his ear. "You're quite the ticklish one, aren't you, Denis?" she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "But don't worry, I'm just getting started."
With that tantalizing promise hanging in the air, Bianca continued her assault, her nails dancing across Denis's skin with a relentless determination that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness. And as the ticklish torture intensified, Denis surrendered himself completely to the intoxicating ticklishness of Bianca's touch, lost in a whirlwind of laughter.
As Denis wriggled and thrashed, he was caressed by the long fur of Bianca’s coat with each passing moment. The soft, luxurious fur enveloped him like a warm embrace, its gentle touch adding an extra layer of sensation to the ticklish torment he was experiencing. With every movement, the fur brushed against his skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body and intensifying the sensations of Bianca's teasing touch.
Despite his struggles, Denis couldn't help but find solace in the comforting embrace of the fur coat, its luxurious warmth a soothing balm against the intensity of his ticklish sensations. It was as if the fur itself was whispering words of reassurance, gently coaxing him to surrender to the pleasure of the moment, causing his member to grow rapidly.
Bianca started exploring up Denis’s ticklish arms, her nails trailing lightly along his skin with a teasing touch that sent shivers down his spine. She leaned in close, right next to his ear and blew into it, causing Denis to shiver and scrunch his neck.
With each playful stroke of her nails, Bianca unleashed a torrent of ticklish sensations that swept through Denis's body like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending with a dizzying intensity. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin as she leaned in close, her touch sending sparks of pleasure dancing along his arms.
After reaching Denis’s wrists, the nails’ ticklish flicks made their way closer and closer to his armpits. Denis squirmed and giggled uncontrollably, his body writhing beneath Bianca's touch as she unleashed a relentless assault on his most sensitive spots.
With each teasing stroke of her nails, Denis felt the ticklish sensations intensifying, the anticipation of what was to come sending waves of excitement coursing through his veins. He tried to brace himself for the inevitable onslaught, but it was no use – he was completely at Bianca's mercy, powerless to resist the overwhelming pleasure of her touch.
As Bianca's nails danced ever closer to his armpits, Denis could feel his heart racing in anticipation. He knew that once she reached that sensitive area, the ticklish torment would reach new heights of intensity, driving him to the brink of madness with ecstasy.
And then, in a sudden flurry of movement, Bianca's nails descended upon Denis's armpits with a vengeance, unleashing a barrage of ticklish flicks that left him gasping for breath. His laughter filled the room, a joyous symphony of sound that echoed off the walls as he surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. And as he surrendered himself to the sensation, he knew that he was in the grip of something truly magical – something that transcended the boundaries of pleasure and pain to create an experience unlike any other.
Denis closed his eyes as his mouth remained wide open, emitting desperate laughter wave after wave. He tried to ease the intense feeling of tickling but it was no use. Bianca’s nails were relentless and devious. It was almost like they had a mind of their own, analyzing Denis and how to best tickle him to death.
Bianca switched spots once again, her mischievous grin widening as she targeted Denis's sensitive ribs. With expert precision, her nails rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern, tracing delicate lines over his rib bones like gentle waves lapping at the shore.
Denis's laughter reached a crescendo as Bianca's nails danced along his ribs, the sensation sending waves of ticklish pleasure coursing through his body. He squirmed and wriggled beneath her touch, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to catch his breath.
With each teasing stroke, Bianca seemed to find new ways to torment him, her nails skittering across his skin with a relentless determination that left him dizzy with ecstasy. He could feel the warmth of her body pressed against his, her laughter mingling with his own as they shared in the joy of the moment.
“Tickle tickle tickle! Aww, is it ticklish? Does it make you go crazy? Is your fur tickle mistress evil, Denis?” Bianca teased, getting inside Denis’s head to make him surrender completely to her. He knew he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. For now he was Bianca’s, this mischievous fur-clad tickler's property
Denis’s face turned red from all the helpless laughter. His ribs tingled with unimaginable intensity as Bianca’s fingers wiggled, probing every bump and crevice, leaving no spot on his ribs un-tickled. She wanted to be precise. Every single tickle spot she chose had to be examined thoroughly to ensure maximum tickle torture. Bianca took great pleasure in Denis’s ticklish predicament. All of his laughter satisfied her sadistic tickler’s hunger bit by bit.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LET ME GO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS ISN’T WORTH IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Denis pleaded, in the middle of his laughter. He regretted agreeing to her demands.
“You have two choices, Tickle Denis,” Bianca reminded, giving him a teasing nickname. “Either you lie there and let it tickle tickle tickle like a good boy… or you lose your career,” she gave ultimatums, leaning in closer to elaborate. “And everyone will learn that you enjoy treatments like this.”
Denis’s eyes widened in shock. “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT?”
“I can feel your boner growing under me. You like this. You enjoy being tickled by a fur goddess like me, don’t you?” Bianca asked, ceasing her tickling for a moment and raising her eyebrow. “You like the way my soft fur feels like cascading and covering your body. You like the way my nails explore you, making you tingle and laugh.”
Denis’s face turned an ever deeper shade of red. He couldn’t say a word in response. Denis panted like an exhausted dog. Sweat dripped down his face as he stared at Bianca. She smiled at him, looking like she had something new and ticklish in store for him. She shimmied a bit, changing her position to sit on his knees and revealing his throbbing penis. She grabbed it gently and traced a single nail down it from the top to the bottom.
"Marie!" Bianca's voice echoed through the corridors, summoning her maid to the bedroom with a sense of urgency. Almost immediately, the door swung open, and Marie stepped inside the room, her demeanor poised and professional.
"Bring out the fluff box... and your duster," Bianca commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. Marie nodded silently, understanding the gravity of the situation, and quickly set about retrieving the requested items.
With a practiced efficiency, Marie retrieved an ornate box, its surface adorned with intricate patterns and delicate filigree. She also brought a feather duster from nearby, its soft ostrich feathers gleaming in the dim light of the bedroom.
Handing the items to Bianca with a deferential bow, Marie awaited further instructions, her eyes fixed on her mistress with unwavering loyalty and devotion.
Bianca's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she took the fluff box and duster from Marie, her mind already racing with plans for what was to come next. With these tools at her disposal, she knew that she could take Denis's ticklish torment to even greater heights, pushing him to the very limits of sanity.
And as she turned back to Denis, her eyes gleaming with mischief, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead. “Marie, why don’t you join us? Pick something from my wardrobe and come have some fun with us,” she suggested.
Marie smiled and nodded in response to Bianca's invitation, her eyes lighting up with anticipation as she made her way across the room to Bianca’s wardrobe. With a practiced eye, she scanned the array of luxurious garments before her, her gaze lingering on a particular item that caught her attention.
In a swift motion, Marie reached out and retrieved a double-sided pink fox fur stole, its plush fur gleaming in the soft light of the bedroom. With two tails on each end, it was a stunning piece that exuded elegance and sophistication.
Without hesitation, Marie draped the stole around her shoulders, relishing the sensation of the soft fur against her skin. She then reached for a matching pillbox fox fur hat, its rosy hue perfectly complementing the stole.
Denis’s heart pumped and adrenaline coursed through his veins with anticipation as he saw Marie approaching, twirling one of the stole’s tails in her hand. Not another tickler, he wouldn’t be able to handle it: the intense tickling, the teasing, the torment.
Bianca picked up the plush and sizable feather duster and brushed it against her palm. “Pick up something from the fluff box, Marie,” she said, aiming the duster at Denis and brushing it in the air. “Let’s make this man go insane.”
Marie walked over to the box and began to rummage through its contents, her fingers deftly sifting through the assortment of items within. With each movement, she searched for the perfect tool to add to their ticklish arsenal, her brows furrowed in concentration as she considered her options.
After a moment of careful deliberation, Marie's eyes lit up with a triumphant gleam as she finally found what she was looking for. With a satisfied smile, she withdrew two huge, white ostrich feathers from the depths of the box, their soft strands fluttering in the air as she held them aloft. Each was over half a meter long. Marie took a seat in between Denis’s arms, just above his head.
“Perfect… Now, let’s bless him with our tickles,” Bianca said, taking a hold of Denis’s throbbing penis and delicately brushing the duster down from the tip to the base.
Marie's feathers descended upon Denis's sides with a gentle, teasing touch, sending soft waves of ticklishness cascading through his upper body. With each delicate stroke, Denis squirmed and wriggled beneath the feathers' caress, his laughter filling the room with a joyous symphony of sound.
The combined feeling of the soft feathers caressing his sides and engulfing his cock felt hellishly heavenly. Denis felt every strand, every fiber from Bianca’s duster and Marie’s feathers traversing and tickling his vulnerable skin. The way they traveled and wandered up and down his most sensitive spots loaded him with ticklish arousal.
Bianca watched with delight as Marie worked her magic, her eyes alight with mischief as she observed Denis's helpless plight. With each passing moment, the intensity of his ticklish sensations seemed to grow, driving him to the brink of madness with ecstasy.
As Marie continued to explore Denis's sides with her feathers, Bianca couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the sight before her. With each flicker of the feather's bristles, she could see the pleasure and torment mingling on Denis's face, his laughter and moaning a testament to the sheer intensity of the experience.
Marie's voice floated through the room, teasing and playful as she observed Denis's reaction to her feathers’ gentle touch.
"So soft and ticklish, isn't it?" she teased, her tone laced with amusement as she watched Denis squirm and giggle beneath her ministrations. The feathers continued their dance along his body, traveling to his underarms, eliciting waves of ticklish delight that seemed to ripple through his entire body.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Marie released one feather and instead grasped an end of her stole with one hand. Bringing it close to Denis's face, she brushed the soft fur against it in a teasing gesture, her movements deliberate and tantalizing.
The plush fur caressed Denis's skin with a gentle touch, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, his cheeks flushing with excitement as Marie continued her playful assault.
Bianca was having a grand time dusting Denis’s ticklish member. The sea consisting of several dozen ostrich feathers twirled up, down and around, emitting ticklish pulses of euphoria in their wake. Marie’s feathers made him giggle, but Bianca’s feathering made Denis moan in ecstacy.
“Let aahh me go ahahahaha,” Denis pleaded, his voice a mixture of moans and soft giggling.
"I think we'd much rather keep tickling you, Denis," she answered matter-of-factly, her tone dripping with mischief. "And you really seem to like my duster here. Tickle tickle tickle!"
With a playful twirl of the feather duster in her hand, Bianca continued to tease and torment Denis’s cock, her movements calculated to elicit the maximum amount of ticklish pleasure from him. Each flick of the duster sent waves of sensation coursing through his body, driving him to the brink of madness and nearer to orgasm.
Denis could only gasp and giggle in response, his pleas for mercy drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of ticklish delight. Despite his protests, he couldn't deny the sheer pleasure of the experience, lost in a whirlwind of laughter and bliss.
"Marie, switch over to his feet. I wanna make him laugh properly again," Bianca requested with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Marie nodded eagerly, understanding Bianca's desire to intensify Denis's ticklish torment. With a swift motion, she got up and walked over to his tied feet and kneeled. Denis's eyes widened in anticipation as he felt Marie's feather approach his feet, knowing that he was in for another round of ticklish bliss. Despite his attempts to brace himself, he couldn't help but squirm and giggle in anticipation of what was to come.
With a swift motion, Bianca tossed the duster aside, its feathery bristles fluttering through the air as she reached into the fluff box. Her fingers sifted through its contents until they closed around a super soft makeup brush, its bristles delicate and inviting to the touch.
Grasping the brush firmly in her hand, Bianca turned her attention back to Denis, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she began to trace delicate patterns along his sensitive head, the soft bristles of the brush eliciting waves of ticklish pleasure.
Marie took the opportunity to intensify Denis's ticklish torment. With swift and nimble movements, she directed her feathers to dance in between his toes, their delicate bristles sending sparks of sensation shooting through his body.
Denis's laughter erupted anew as Marie's feathers tickled the sensitive skin between his toes, the sensation driving him to the brink of madness with ecstasy. He squirmed and wriggled beneath her touch, unable to contain the sheer delight of the experience.
The tickle of the makeup brush spiraled about his sensitive parts from his frenulum, around his glans, up and down his shaft, causing him to ooze with pre-cum, a testament to his ticklish pleasure. Bianca gave Denis tickly stipples with her tickle brush, also fluctuating between long strokes and quick gentle caresses, making him moan and wish for more, although he would never admit it.
With a sly grin, Marie discarded her feathers, opting for a more direct approach to Denis's ticklish torment. She extended her nails and began to trace delicate patterns along the sensitive skin of his feet.
Denis's laughter intensified as Marie's nails danced across his skin, the sensation sending
ticklish jolts coursing through his body. He squirmed and wriggled beneath her touch, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to contain the sheer delight of the experience.
“I think it tickles, Marie,” Bianca informed with a mischievous grin, watching Denis squirm under their combined assault. Denis, his laughter mixed with pleas for mercy, thrashed about, trying to escape the relentless tickling.
Marie, undeterred by Denis's protests, continued to work her magic on his feet, her nails dancing across his sensitive skin with expert precision. She couldn't help but giggle at his reactions, finding his vulnerability utterly adorable. "Oh, does it now?" she teased, increasing the pressure just a tad.
Bianca intensified the strokes of her makeup brush, while Marie switched tactics, alternating between feather-light touches and slightly firmer strokes with her nails.
Denis's laughter grew louder, filling the room as he struggled to catch his breath between bouts of uncontrollable giggles. He thrashed about, his attempts to escape futile against the combined forces of Bianca and Marie.
Denis was nearing orgasm with each soft brush and tickle. Sensing this, Bianca quickly dropped her makeup brush and sat on top of Denis's stomach once again, pinning him down with a mischievous grin. With a swift movement, she raised her hands and struck her talon-like nails to his sides, eliciting fresh peals of laughter from Denis. The fur of her crystal fox fur coat descended over his freshly dusted and brushed cock. Every squirm and turn made the fur brush his penis with its soft and plush strands.
Bianca started tickling Denis's neck, her fingers dancing lightly over his sensitive skin. She leaned closer and closer to his face, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she enjoyed his helpless laughter.
Denis squirmed even more beneath Bianca's touch, his laughter becoming even more uncontrollable as her fingers continued their relentless assault on his neck. He felt utterly helpless, completely at the mercy of her ticklish whims.
As Bianca leaned in close, her warm breath tickling his ear, Denis couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. Her whispered words sent a shiver down his spine, the playful tone sending a rush of excitement coursing through him.
“Tickle tickle,” Bianca whispered softly into his ear, her words causing Denis to burst into a fresh wave of laughter. He could feel her warm breath against his skin, her closeness sending a thrill of excitement through him. And then, to Denis's surprise, Bianca leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. His laughter faltered for a moment, replaced by a warm flush of pleasure as her lips met his skin.
Bianca settled herself comfortably on Denis's legs once more. Her fingers danced playfully along the surface of the fluff box until she found what she was looking for—a luxurious fur glove.
Denis watched with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as Bianca picked up the glove, a knowing smile playing on her lips. He knew all too well what was coming next, and yet, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of what lay ahead.
Bianca slowly slipped the fur glove onto her hand, the soft material gliding over her fingers with a delicate rustle. With a wicked grin, she raised her hand and began to stroke the fur along Denis's legs, the sensation sending shivers of delight through him.
Gently she took a hold of Denis’s teased cock, wrapping it with soft, warm and comforting fur. With the flick of her wrist, she pleasured him with the lovely fur glove. The combination of Marie abusing his feet with tickles and Bianca granting him fluffy, fuzzy pleasure made his nerves fire up like dynamite. Intense agonizing laughter blended with loud moans of pleasure echoed off the fur covered walls.
Bianca's laughter faded into a mischievous smile as she moved to lie next to Denis, the fur glove still in her hand. With a playful glint in her eyes, she continued to pump the fluffy glove against his throbbing sex, teasing him with light ticklish strokes.
Whispering softly, her breath warm against his ear, she murmured, "Give in to the sensation, Denis. The fur feels so good on your cock, caressing it up and down and engulfing it, I know. I bet you feel every hair and fur follicle stroking you all over. You feel all of it gently tickling you. Marie will continue to tickle your feet while I pleasure you with my fur. We will make you cum, Denis. Don’t fight it. Embrace the tickle.”
He could hardly believe the sensations that were coursing through his body—ticklish torment mingled with the tantalizing touch of the fur glove. Every stroke of the soft fur against his pulsating member elicited pleasure rippling through him, while Bianca's whispered words and playful kisses only added to the intensity of the moment.
As Denis lay there, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of pleasure and ticklish torment brought on by Bianca's playful ministrations, he suddenly felt another wave of sensation wash over him. Marie was still there, her nails dancing lightly over his sensitive feet, adding to the overwhelming intensity of the moment.
The combined assault of Bianca's fur glove and Marie's relentless tickling of his feet sent Denis into a frenzy of laughter and arousal. He writhed and squirmed beneath their touch, unable to control the torrent of sensation that engulfed him.
It was a sensation unlike any other, a heady mixture of pleasure and ticklish torment that left him gasping for breath and longing for more. And as Bianca continued to tease and tantalize him with her soft touches and whispered words, Denis knew that he was completely at her mercy, lost in a world of ticklish delight.
With a playful grin, Bianca leaned in closer, her lips hovering just inches from his as she whispered, "Cum for us, Denis. Cum to your tickles."
As Denis's climax reached its peak, he felt an explosive release surging through him, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm. His cock throbbed with pleasure, turning red from the sheer force of his release as streaks of cum flew across the room, painting the space in a testament to his ecstasy.
His eyes rolled back in bliss as he gasped for air, feeling the overwhelming rush of pleasure coursing through every fiber of his being. Marie and Bianca gradually ceased their playful treatment, allowing him a moment to gather himself amidst the aftermath of his intense release.
Bianca, with a tender touch, gently turned Denis's head to face her and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Her fingers caressed his hair soothingly as she whispered, "There you go," offering him comfort in the aftermath of his explosive climax.
Denis, still catching his breath, looked at Bianca with a mixture of gratitude and amusement. "Are we even?" he asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
Bianca rose from her place beside Denis, a satisfied grin playing on her lips. "Consider your debt settled," she declared, her voice filled with playful satisfaction. "But I think I'll let Marie blow off some steam."
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Marie eagerly took Bianca's place, settling herself comfortably on Denis's legs. She wasted no time in taking action, reaching for her fur stole and deftly tying it over Denis's eyes, effectively blindfolding him.
Before he could even prepare himself, he felt Marie's fingers dancing lightly over his exposed armpits, sending a jolt of ticklish sensation coursing through him. He squirmed and writhed beneath her touch, his laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as she teased and tantalized him with her tickling, worsened by his ticklegasm.
