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Mary Had A Little Lamb

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Synopsis: Michael makes a bad joke ..and is sheepishly tormented for it
Mary Had a Little Lamb

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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