Leatherworking Class

Written by nikiya, for the pleasure of BondoFox
Furryized by BondoFox

Copyright © 1995 by nikiya, 2001 by BondoFox, all rights reserved. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another website without the expressed written permission of the author and BondoFox, is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person other than nikiya and BondoFox, living or dead, is coincidental.

I am going to go crazy if I do not start getting out of the house more often. I search the “Community News” board at the library for ideas. There must be something here that can keep me out of trouble! An announcement of evening classes at the BOCES Center catches my eye, might be something of interest there. I am fighting discouragement when I finally come across the description for a leather working class. I have always liked the smell and feel of leather, perhaps this has possibilities! My eyes sparkle as I wonder how much freedom we would be allowed in choosing what we decide to create! I jot down the information, deciding to try it.

I hum and dance as I dress for my first class. It feels so good to be getting out! I like to be comfortable, but also enjoy feeling sexy. I wear a simple cotton dress, low neckline, high waist, short full skirt; yes, that fits the bill – comfortable! Under that I wear a brief satin bra, garter belt and stockings. I have long ago ceased to even consider wearing panties. First I go to put on my flats but decide to slip into my heels instead. I need the practice so I won’t wobble so. Some silly class seems a good place to practice; who will see me anyway!

I slide into a seat in the back of the room, knowing if I am unimpressed with the class, I can amuse myself here. I look around and roll my eyes. These are the males interested in leather? Not exactly what I had in mind! I begin to flirt anyway. What harm can it do? Just more practice! I chuckle softly to myself.

I am so busy that I do not notice that the class has filled up and the instructor has arrived. He introduces himself and his voice commands my attention. I look him over thoroughly, liking what I see. I pay attention for several moments, but quickly grow sulky as the fox appears totally unaffected by my obvious signs of interest. I hate to be ignored! He must be some old stuffed shirt type. Who needs him? Ha! Who wants him?! I return my attentions to the hapless males at my side. Now their responses give me the giggles.

The giggles die abruptly in my throat as a leather belt snaps sharply across my desk. I look up to see the todd instructor standing there. Ignoring me completely, he addresses the rest of the class. “It seems we have found our volunteer.”

I look about to see all eyes on me. I decide flippant bravery is best in this case. I toss my long hair over my shoulder, causing my breasts to sway. “I am at your service.”

“Oh, indeed you are.”

Looking up I see a dangerous glint in his eye. I shiver a mite inside, but cover it with a saucy smile.

With his arm, he indicates that I am to precede him to the front of the room.

Embarrassed at being this much in the spotlight, I again attempt to cover it with bravado, swinging my bottom and swishing my tail in an exaggerated motion as I precede him to the front.

He positions me to the side, facing his desk. I am starting to get nervous, not knowing what to expect. I also find his sure, calm authority unnerving.

Turning his back on me, he displays a set of fur-lined leather wrist cuffs to the class. “These are comfortable, yet highly effective. I shall demonstrate.” He moves swiftly. Before I recover enough from the shock to resist him, he has me bent at the waist, leaning over his desk, my wrists buckled tightly into the cuffs, which are fastened together through a large eyebolt riveted into the far edge of his large oak desk. I tug valiantly and find I am held fast.

He grants the class a proud smile. “Effective!”

I peer at him wide-eyed over my shoulder. He pays me not the slightest attention – again showing the class an item that is out of my view. He walks back to the males I was flirting with and seems to be giving them a choice.

“Ah,” he chuckles low, “good decision!”

He walks swiftly back to the front of the room and buckles a harness gag over my head, first insisting I accept the rubber knob into my muzzle. I shake my head to resist him, but he easily overcomes my struggles. He does whisper quietly in my ear that I shall be punished for such behavior and it would go better for me if I submitted more agreeably. I can only stare at him in reply.

He walks around and opens a shallow drawer in his desk. I immediately look and just as immediately wish that I hadn’t.

I mew anxiously behind the gag. By this time I do not doubt his capabilities.

From a large drawer he pulls another set of cuffs and holds them up for the class. These have two-foot long leather straps attached to them at opposite sides. “I shall show you a handy use for these.” He smiles confidently, enjoying his work. He buckles a cuff around my ankle and securely ties it to the solid leg of his desk. He buckles the second one on me and tugs until my legs spread wide open before tying the straps around the other desk leg. I try hard to bring my tail back down, high in the air from my legs being tied apart so.

He presses a paw firmly into the small of my back. “Rest against the desk, little one, relax!”

Relax?! That hardly seems to be a reasonable suggestion! I find myself lowering my body against the oak though the adrenaline continues to pump wildly through me.

He reaches into the top drawer and chooses an inch wide leather collar with two sturdy D rings attached. He almost tenderly smoothes aside my hair and fastens the collar around my neck. Next he removes a longer, narrow strap with a small cuff on the end. This he buckles around the end of my tail, bringing it up behind me to the collar where he ties the end of the strap to the D ring in back. I lower my head onto my forearms.

“Oh, no, kitten,” he softly admonishes, “let them see how pretty it all looks!” He takes a braided leather leash from the drawer and deftly fastens it to the front of my collar, tugging with just enough force to make me raise my head. “Now keep it there, kitten,” he commands.

He takes several moments to lecture the class on the various types of leather available, their various uses and methods of decoration. He frequently refers to one of the items I am currently displaying as a vivid illustration.

I barely hear much of the explanation for I have become acutely aware of how wet my pussy is and how vulnerable I am to him discovering this. I find myself helplessly squirming, which he makes no restriction upon other than to tug my leash if I dare let my head lower a fraction of an inch.

“Now,” he seems to be coming to the conclusion of his speech. “Leather is also excellent for a variety of corrective toys.”

My eyes have suddenly become riveted on him. I have already had a look in that drawer. I begin to wonder just how far he will take this demonstration. I start tugging rather frantically at my restraints, but I am indeed firmly bound. I try pleading with him with my eyes, but he is paying no attention whatsoever. He is thoughtfully selecting from his top drawer. One by one, he holds up a flexible leather strap, a stiffer leather paddle, a braided leather belt, a riding crop, and several leather thongs fastened together to a handle. He snaps them in the air to demonstrate their varying degrees of flexibility.

By this time he has my complete attention. He begins to explain the variety of sensations these toys can provide.

It is clear that the inexperienced people in the room doubt there is truly much difference in their effect. He smiled knowingly and stated that time is up for tonight and class is dismissed. After a pause he concluded with an invitation to all who would prefer to stay to do so for a complete demonstration.

Once more my struggles to free myself become intense. I realize exactly who it is in this room who is being volunteered. I shake my head “no” vigorously as he approached my bottom. His voice is low, reminding me that I resisted him earlier when I should have been obedient. This will be my lesson.

I swing my bottom rapidly, foolishly seeking a safe spot, when in actuality I only make the target more tempting.

He slowly lifts the hem of my skirt with the tip of the riding crop. A slight widening of his eyes reveals he’s the one surprised this time. He hadn’t guessed I would be pertly displaying my bottom so openly. He rubs the tops of my thighs and all over my cheeks, riffling my orange and white fur as he trailed the little leather slapper, before delivering six sharps smacks, evenly distributed, three to each cheek.

I jump and squirm and try hard to look back at him.

He replaces the crop and picks up the joined thong. He almost tickles my bottom and my restrained tail with it playfully before demonstrating with it.

I tense slightly, then almost relax -- this one stings, but does not really hurt.

He swings the leather lightly over the backs of my thighs and knees, knowing what a tease he is being. He delivers one last backhanded stroke before returning it to the drawer.

He chose the stiff leather paddle and caresses my cheek with it. “Kiss it, kitten.”

I look up at him and seeing he is serious, press my gagged muzzle against the paddle, quickly looking away, confused by my obedience.

He smiles softly, though I don’t see it.

“Students should really come to class ready to learn, don’t you agree, kitten?”

I do not respond.

*SPANK!*

He admires the color rising beneath the fur on my bottom.

“Class is not a place to be disruptive, is it, kitten?”

I still do not respond.

*SPANK!*SPANK!*

I squirm hard against my restraints and shake my head “no” rapidly.

“‘No’ what, kitten? No, you haven’t learned your lesson?” *SPANK!*

I jump at the spank and start shaking my head “yes”.

“Yes, you want me to continue your lesson?”

*SPANK!*SPANK!*SPANK!*

As he pauses, I work to catch my breath and turn my head to look at him, not daring to say yes or no. He is pleased that the look in my eye is submissive and pleading, though thoroughly confused.

He places the paddle back in the drawer rubs his black-gloved paw lightly over my warmed bottom.

I squirm a bit under his touch. A mew of longing for him is muffled by the gag.

“One more demonstration, kitten.” He removes the short, flexible strap from the drawer. He encourages me, “Be a good girl for this and I’ll know you learned your lesson.”

He snaps the strap several times across my bottom and watches me writhe and squirm. My mews are easily heard through the gag. His cock is eager to be buried in that glistening pussy displayed before him.

“Class dismissed,” he states in a tone that invites NO discussion. The remaining students quickly leave, though it is obvious some are reluctant. His authority serves him well.

He moves up close behind me and gently rubs his paws over my bottom.

“Do you always forget your panties, kitten?” He chuckles low. “Convenient!”

“Mmmmphf,” is all I can manage.

His paws wander up my sides and fondle my breasts through my dress. Not satisfied, he moves around to one side and slips a paw down my neckline, squeezing my breast in his paw and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. With the other paw he tugs on my leash until I raise my eyes to his questioningly.

“Master wants you for his own, kitten. You’re my slavegirl now.”

A jumble of emotions show in my eyes … apprehension, anticipation, eagerness, nervousness, longing, desire … most of all a hesitant trust and dawning respect.

Satisfied with that response, he slowly removes his clothes, watching my desire for him grow as he reveals himself to me.

He almost chuckles out loud as he notices my hips thrusting as I see his hard cock released. Yes, with training, perhaps this one will make a fine slavegirl.

Leaning in, he kisses me over the gag before moving behind me. He rubs his cock lightly over my bottom before pulling back and delivering *SPANK!*SPANK!*SPANK!*SPANK!* While my bottom is still squirming from the fresh spanks, he thrusts his cock deep into my warm, welcoming pussy. This catches me off guard and I squeal in delight. We are both more than ready from all the foreplay and he is soon grinding hard and deep into my pussy. I mew and wiggle, greatly excited by his fucking. Soon he feels my body stiffen as my climax begins, I didn’t know enough to ask permission. He pushes as deep into me as he can and gifts me with his precious load. He holds that way for a moment and notes how soft and cuddly I have become under him.

Pleased with his new slavegirl, he releases my tail from the collar and my cuffs from the legs and eyebolts, but leaves them on me, turning me and enfolding me in a warm, reward hug. There will be time to teach me all I need to know.

The End