Mary Had a
Little Lamb
��������������� I was digging through the stacks
of comic books in the dealer's room at the ComicCon in San Diego with Mistress
Minx indulgently waiting for me. I was looking for the rest of the Damage
Control comic series and was short only issue #1 when a young lady in a
RenFaire costume bumped into me, bodice first.
��������������� When I turned, I found myself
eye to cleavage with a wonderful set of breasts, the type you put your head on
and sleep against.
��������������� "Excuse me," a voice
said from slightly higher than where I was looking and blushing, I looked up
into the face of a young woman with red hair and green eyes who wore a look of
tolerant amusement.
��������������� "Sorry, didn't mean to get
in your way," I apologized, conscious of Minx's watching eye.
��������������� "Not at all. I was just
trying to get to that issue of X-men," she said easily.
��������������� "He's a bit obstructive at
times," Minx offered. "I'm Minx and the gentleman, using the term
loosely, who was staring at you is Michael."
��������������� "I'm used to it by now.
Although I have been known to wear a button that says, "YES THEY'RE REAL
and in very tiny print it reads AND SO IS THE GUN POINTED AT YOUR GONADS."
��������������� I snickered and Minx grinned as
she introduced herself as Marion," Also known on occasion as Maid Marion,
Made Marion, and Marion the librarian. My real name is Mary, but I prefer
Marion."
��������������� "What must I do my dear, to
catch your ear?� I love you madly madly
madam librarian, Marion," I sang softly.
"OK, you
made your point Michael," Minx scolded. "Forgive him, he knows not
what he does."
��������������� "Actually he knows exactly
what he's doing. He's flirting with me. And better than most too."
��������������� I resisted the urge to stick my
tongue out at the Mistress, remembering one previous time when I had done so
and then had a clamp put on it making me sound like Jar Jar Binks after being
zapped.
��������������� I reached out and retrieved the
X-men comic book that Marion had been reaching for and handed it to her.
��������������� She accepted it and then stepped
away to pay the vendor while I dug to the bottom of the stack to get my Damage
Control comic.
��������������� By the time I paid the vendor,
Marion had disappeared into the crowd leaving Minx and I to our shopping.
��������������� We didn't see her again until
that evening after dinner when we saw her sitting on the floor in the hotel
lobby singing with a group of people. The song they were performing was one of
my favorites named The Scotsman a
song that deals with what a Scotsman doesn't wear beneath his kilts.
��������������� As they wrapped up the song I
turned to Minx and asked why Scotsmen still wear kilts.
��������������� "Why?" she asked
prepared to hear the worst.
��������������� "Because sheep can hear
zippers," I replied straight-faced.
��������������� Minx groaned loudly as the song
finished and Marion looked up at her startled.
��������������� "Was the singing that
bad?" she asked.
"Oh no, it
was his joke," Minx explained. "It was awful."
��������������� "What was it?" Marion
prompted.
��������������� I repeated it to the groans from
the gathered assembly.
��������������� "Well you have to feel
sorry for the sheep in that case. No foreplay or anything," Marion
commented rising from her seat on the floor.
��������������� "Well what did you expect?
That the guy would sing, I only have eyes for ewe?" I quipped.
��������������� "Michael, one more word
from you and I'll make sure you don't have anything except the word ouch to say
for a very long time," Minx promised evilly.
��������������� I promptly mimed locking my
mouth shut and throwing the key away to Marion's amusement.
��������������� "He seems well trained for
the most part," she commented as I did my best to look innocent.
��������������� "For the most part. There
are times however when he needs to be reminded about who is in charge,"
Minx said agreeably. "On your knees Michael."
��������������� "Not him, obviously,"
Marion said with interest as I knelt before Minx, head bowed.
"Not for a
long time now," Minx agreed. "But he's a well loved pet."
��������������� I blushed as she reached out and
stroked my head.
��������������� "Tell me, do you let
anybody else make use of him?" Marion asked with a thoughtful expression.
��������������� "I do on occasion. What did
you have in mind?" Minx asked.
��������������� "Can we talk somewhere
privately? I have an idea..." Marion said.
��������������� "Sit. Stay!" I was
commanded and I watch Minx and Marion walk away from the corner of my eye.
��������������� "Eyes front and down!"
Minx called knowing somehow I was peeking.
��������������� I did as ordered and waited,
ignoring the people walking around me and the occasional laughter from the two
women.
��������������� "Michael, come here like a
good puppy," Minx called.
��������������� I flopped to the floor and
hurried to her side on all fours to the amusement of most of the people
watching.
��������������� "Woof?" I barked
looking up at her.
��������������� "Michael, Marion and I are
going out for a little while. You may stay here if you wish, or go to one of
the other functions, but I want you to be at our room and kneeling outside the
door at ten o'clock," Minx directed.
��������������� I cocked my head and nodded to
the smile of Marion.
��������������� "Good puppy. What kind of
puppy are you? A St. Bernard? A cocker spaniel? Maybe a sheepdog," she
teased.
��������������� I looked up at Minx who smiled.
"He's been a fox and a pig in his life. As a dog though, I have to say
he's a mutt," she explained. "Lovable and loyal."
��������������� I panted in response as the two
women walked out, but not before Marion scratched behind my ears lightly.
��������������� "Well, the game is afoot
Watson," I said to myself, rising from the floor and pulling the
convention schedule from my pocket.
I scanned it and
noticed that the ConFurEnce group was hosting a showing of Road Rovers, a
cartoon featuring anthropomorphic dogs. I have to admit I'm a sucker for that
type of cartoon, and do try and attend conventions of Furry Fandom whenever I
can.
��������������� I guess having done some of the
things I've done; I can identify with them.
��������������� I had a good time at the video
showing and saw a few of my old fur friends, including the one who comes to
conventions with his own supply of dog bones made from gingerbread.
��������������� They're good too.
��������������� The one thing I didn't do
however was fail to keep a close eye on the time. When Mistress Minx wants you
at a certain place at a certain time, she does mean it. I just wasn't sure what
idea Marion had proposed that Minx had agreed to.
��������������� I'd find out though. That much I
was sure of.
��������������� I was in the appointed place at
the appointed time, head down and waiting just at the stroke of ten.
��������������� The door opened before me and
then I was told to close my eyes. I did and was soon hooded and my glasses
removed for safekeeping. I felt a collar fastened around my neck and was tugged
into the room for whatever awaited me.
��������������� "Stand up and strip
Michael," Minx commanded," and remain standing."
��������������� I did as I was told, staggering
slightly as I kicked my boots off, and feeling the steadying touch of a warm
hand.
��������������� "Now hold still while we
dress you," I was ordered.
��������������� I felt something furlike wrapped
around my legs and then something else pulled up between my legs like a diaper.
It was slightly irritating to the skin, but I pushed that from my mind, intent
on deciphering the type of fabric now being entwined around my outstretched
arms. It smelled slightly of baby oil, confusing me even more.
��������������� "Arms over your head,"
Marion ordered firmly.
��������������� I complied and felt more of the
fabric slid down over my torso and then a series of tugs and snaps.
��������������� I felt my skin completly covered
in this substance except for the area around my ass, my cock being trapped
inside the covering.
��������������� "On all fours
Michael," Minx commanded and I somewhat stiffly assumed the commanded
position.
��������������� "Oh wait. On your knees,
" she countermanded.
��������������� I rose onto my knees and then
felt gloves being slid onto my hands, restraining my fingers from gripping.
��������������� "Now, on all fours,"
Minx said.
��������������� I assumed the position once
again and then felt a cap of some kind slid onto my head.
��������������� "Keep your eyes
closed," I was commanded.
��������������� I felt the hood pulled and then
cold on my eyes and the sound of tearing cloth.
��������������� "Now open them," Minx
said, and I opened them to find myself looking at the leather clad form of my
Mistress standing before me and Marion sitting in a chair, wearing a plaid
skirt and a green silk corset that made her even more impressive in the frontal
shelf.
��������������� "Perhaps a few bars of
Marisy Doats would be appropiate at this point," Marion suggested.
��������������� I wasn't quite sure what she
meant until I looked down at my arms and found them wrapped in fleece.
��������������� "Baa!" I bleated
sheepishly, realizing what I was wearing at least.
��������������� "Humbug," Minx replied
with a laugh. "Now you can truly say you have your sheepskin."
��������������� It was hard not to laugh at
that, but I knew if I did, I'd be in worse trouble.
��������������� Minx led me into the bedroom of
our suite where I could see all of myself in a mirror.
��������������� She had taken two sheepskin seat
covers and made a crude pair of pajamas that I was encased in, using fleece
lined gloves for the hands after turning them inside out and stitching the
thumb and fingers together to restrict my grip. On my head was a wool cap with
little ears attached to it.
��������������� She allowed me to look at myself
for a minute, then led me back into the main room where she had me stop in
front of the chair that Marion was sitting in.
��������������� "I think he came out rather
well," Minx said. "I would never have thought of it."
��������������� "Well we'll find out in a
minute or two how well," Marion said. "He needs a name though. How
about Lambert? Or Lamb Chop?"
��������������� Minx shook her head.
��������������� "Sacrificial, I think.
Because that's what he's going to be for you while I watch," Minx said
brightly.
��������������� I looked towards her confused.
Sacrificial did not sound at all good.
��������������� Marion pushed my head back
towards her and pulled up her skirt to reveal a strap on dildo.
��������������� "Now you know what a
Scotswoman wears beneath her kilt as well," she said and pulled my face
into her crotch.
��������������� I sucked her rubber phallus and
pushed into her, taking it into my mouth and throat while Minx spanked my
uncovered ass forcing me to take it further into my mouth. I could hear Marion
become more aroused and the smell of her womanhood mixed with the smell of the
lanolin of the sheepskin filled my senses. I felt myself becoming aroused, even
more so when Minx brushed her hand lightly across my cock making it move in
reaction to her touch.
��������������� "I think that's
enough," Minx said pulling my head from between Marion's thighs.
"Now, turn around my lamb."
��������������� I turned around and then felt my
asshole being played with gently, then a warm liquid being applied to it. I
moaned as I felt a finger probe me and then gritted my teeth as a larger object
slid in filling me. I felt Marion hands grip my wooly skin and pull me back
into her.
��������������� "Now you know how the sheep
felt. At least I used a little oil on you," she said softly as she thrust
herself into me further.
��������������� I bleated as she increased her
rhythm, thrusting into me faster as Minx stroked my head and then releasing my
head started stroking my cock.
��������������� "Must be a transsexual
sheep, because it's got a cock," Minx said.
��������������� Marion half laughed as she
pushed herself into me and then I felt the shudder against my body of her
orgasm.
��������������� "Oh Goddess, I haven't done
that in a long time," she panted. "I want more. He's so tight and the
soft wool feels so good against me. You should try it."
��������������� "No, tonight he's your fuck
animal. I'm enjoying watching you. I love watching another woman make
love," Minx said.
��������������� "I just wish I could cum up
his ass. That's the one thing you can't do very well with a dildo," Marion
said, laying on top of me, the strap on slipping out of me with a wet sound.
��������������� "Oh I have a solution for
that," Minx said moving away from me.
��������������� I lay on the floor, eyes closed,
sore and aroused, my cock throbbing from Minx's attentions and the submission
to Marion's desires.
��������������� I heard Marion giggle and Minx
say "It's works for some lesbian couples you know."
��������������� "And where are you going to
get the cum?" Marion asked.
��������������� "Isn't it obvious? The
question is do you do it, or do I?" Minx replied.
��������������� "We could always have him
do it himself," Marion suggested.
��������������� "Sheep don't
masturbate," Minx observed. "He's mine though, so I'll do it. Get on
all fours again my lamb."
��������������� I assumed the position and felt
the firm grip on my cock of the Mistress's hand stroking me, running her thumb
over the head of it as I panted in helpless lust.
��������������� "Yes my little one, cum for
me. Show Marion how much cum you have from her fucking that slutty ass of
yours," she teased. "There's a cup under you just waiting to be
filled."
��������������� I moaned and then exploded my
load, groaning as she milked every drop out of my cock.
��������������� "Good boy," she
whispered. "Someday I'll use you at stud with a nice little slave
bitch."
��������������� I shuddered and shot again as
Marion laughed.
��������������� "What did you say to
him?" she asked.
��������������� "It's a family secret,"
Minx said. "Now for the piece de resistance."
��������������� "That piece won't resist.
Much at least," Marion said slapping my ass and running the tip of the
dildo across my asshole.
��������������� I tried not to tighten up and
relax, closing my eyes. I heard a sucking sound and then felt something
slightly pointed slide into my asshole and then the sensation of a warm fluid
filling me.
��������������� "It's not quite the same as
doing it yourself, but it works," Marion said before I felt her dildo
slide up me again forcing the liquid deeper inside.
��������������� "Now I think you should
thank Marion for showing you what a sheep feels like in the hands of a
Scotsman," Minx suggested.
��������������� "Thank you for using me for
your pleasure," I bleated in my best Scots brogue.
��������������� The dildo probed deeper into me
in response and which point my mind let go and I started humming.
��������������� "Mary had a little lamb ...
"
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