Ever since my boyfriend told me he had a furry fetish, my pussy couldn’t stop dripping even just thinking about it. I would never tell him because I was too embarrassed about such a taboo thing but I hoped he would do something like this.
~2 hours earlier~
I had just stepped in the door to find my boyfriend had made me the most romantic dinner. We sat down together and started to eat the appetizer of scallops and wine. I looked up at his handsome, chiseled face, shadows flickering in the candlelight, and smiled. After we had finished what was the most amazing dinner of my life we laid down on the couch to watch a film, cuddling in the comfiest position, my head on his lap, him rubbing my back and gently scratching my hair. My eyes kept getting heavier and heavier until I closed them and passed out.
As I awoke, I moved my arms to rub my eyes, but…what? I couldn’t..my arms and legs were tied down with leather straps. I opened my mouth to ask my boyfriend what the hell he had done to me and, “MEEEOOOOWWW,” I made the most hideous feline noise. What had he done to me? I shook my head back and forth, and got glimpses of fur covering my whole body. I don’t know how but my boyfriend had turned me into his furry slave. What was he going to do with me?