1. My fur will always be perfect for Me.
  2. I can put a chastity device on that sad excuse of a cock anytime because you are My property therefore, I can use you in whichever capacity I desire even if it means you severely suffer while I deprive you of pleasure.

On a cold dark night you can hear My heels clatter across the porch as I approach your cabin door. You shudder in fear. I have found you. You thought you could escape Me? I swing the door open and your eyes squint up at My silhouette in the bright moonlight. I cackle maniacally and you see My breath from across the room. You gasp in awe and lower to your knees. “Crawl to Me wayward slave.” You comply without hesitation. You scurry across the wood floors like a rodent seeking warmth wishing you were nuzzled in My luxurious fur. You are inches away from my beige and white fur boots that cover My feet all the way up to My knees. “You know how to greet a proper Mistress don’t you slave?” You simply close your eyes in acknowledgement and lower your head down towards My fur boots. You lips barely touch the tops of them. I swiftly bend over and shove your face harder into them. “Like THIS, you cunt.” I laugh as you whimper with a face full of fur. You inhale the intoxicating scent of Me through the boots. I make you kiss them higher and higher. You feel your knees buckling and trembling before Me, naked. I reach down to grab your limp dick between your weak knees. I pull you into the light where I can see you. I expertly put the cock ring and cock cage over your pathetic excuse of a prick. You avert your eyes to the ground in shame. You know it all too well. You are not worthy. Not even worthy of being in My presence. And yet somehow you find yourself caged again… “Now that I have you caged for Me, lets revisit your training. Start by you worshiping all the luxurious fur I have adorn Myself in.” You suffer for for Me and you will suffer severely for trying to escape. I will decide your fate and that will depend on how well you kiss and clean all of My fur…