Well, it's been a little over a year since she left. Try as I might, I can't seem to get her out of my head! I'm not trying to dredge up any ill will, but I wanted to reprise this story hopefully for your reading pleasure and a couple of images to help stir your imaginations!
A petite, brunette was sitting next to our boss as we walked in for our weekly team meeting. He introduced her as Ms. Jones, the newest member of our team, and she quickly said she preferred to be addressed as Anya. As someone who is attracted to women with long hair, I couldn't help myself from being fixated by her thick, dark brown, almost black hair coiled up in a tight bun. The size of the bun led me to think that her hair might be long, but without a hair out of place it was impossible to tell just how long it really was. As the others on our team introduced themselves, they all referred to her as Ms. Jones. As the next to the newest member on the team, I went to introduce myself last and found myself staring at her, a bit mesmerized. She caught my stare and made direct eye contact with me, raising one eye brow. This threw me for a loop and as I introduced myself, I blushed and called her Anya instead of Ms. Jones as the rest of the team had. This slip up immediately drew critical looks from the rest of the team. I knew I'd be in for some teasing comments once we got back to work.
Over the course of the next several weeks, I had the opportunity to work closely with Ms. Jones...er Anya, each day on full time basis as we were assigned to the same stressful project. As a result of working closely together on a daily basis, we became quite comfortable with each other. We spent a ton of time together, working lunches, long hours in the office, meeting with our clients, etc. I have to admit that during this time, what began as a simple attraction during our first introduction had tunred in to a bit of a one sided, imaginary, lust filled, romance for me. Despite my repeated, perhaps half hearted attempts to find out more about her, I still didn't know much. I didn't know if she was romantically involved, married, where she lived or went each day after work. What's more, during all this time working so closely together, I still hadn't been able to figure out just how long that amazing raven hair of hers was. She always wore it in some type of a bun piled on top of her head or had it clipped up letting soft waves fall down below her shoulders. I kept my eye open for some tell tale sign, maybe a strand dangling down or hearing her brush it out in her cubicle or even a strand on her clothing or chair...nothing. From the size of the bun and the amount of hair clipped up and draping down, I imagined in my own mind that is must have been at least down to her butt, maybe longer.
One day as we were working together in one of the many conference rooms in our building, she noticed that the stress of the project was starting to get to me and as a friend asked if there was anything she could do to help. Focused on the papers I was reviewing, I didn't pay much attention to her question, that is until...I felt her hand on my neck. She told me that prior to this job, she had spent many years working as a trained massage therapist at a local spa specializing in a new and unique stress management technique. Her touch startled me and I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach. But as she mentioned her previous training and without any solicitation from me she started to rub my neck. My heart began to race uncontrollably not to mention the abrupt sensation between my legs. I was worried she would notice my adrenaline induced tremors. I tried to tell her she didn't need to worry about me, but I honestly couldn't speak a word. She continued to rub my neck with both hands and leaned down close to my ear and softly said, "relax, let my touch relax you, let the stress leave your body completely." I could feel her breath on my neck as she continued to speak softly in my ear and as a result of her leaning close to me, her soft hair which was clipped up, looping down her back, shifted to the side, slipping over her shoulder, coming to rest against my back, shoulder and neck. The soft sensation of her hair and it's shear weight and volume as it softly rested against me sent a whole new wave of shivers and tremors through my entire body. She continued to speak softly in my ear, given the situation I have no idea what she said. As she continued to massage my neck, her movement caused her hair to move and shift back and forth ever so slightly against my shoulder and neck, it was driving me crazy. I was uncontrollably aroused and was focused on trying to control my thoughts and the rising bulge in my pants that was, I could only hope, hidden from her view by the table. She began massaging my shoulders, moving her hands over the front of my shoulders as she worked. This movement caused some of her amazingly soft hair to brush against my ear; neck; and cheek, sending ripples of pleasure through me. I was beginning to get concerned that I might have a "hands free" accident completely free of any direct touch to my now bulging pants and the force straining to get out. A split second before I was sure I would loose it, a co-worker made some noise in the hall as he approached. She stopped in the nick of time, and asked me if I felt better, which embarrassingly I could only acknowledge with a quick, awkward nod and a grimacing smile. She glanced at her watch, noticing it was quite a bit after our usual quitting time and told me she had an appointment she needed to rush off to. By this time, I had regained some of my composure and was able to thank her for her help in relieving my stress. With that she gathered up her work and rushed out. Still trying to relax, I remained seated until she was gone, then gathered up my own papers and left for the day.
Our work continued pretty much the same as it had for about another week. No mention was made by either Anya or myself of the massage. Then One morning as we were pouring over some contract documents in "the" conference room, she nonchalantly mentioned that the reason she had to rush out the other day when she was helping with my stress relief was that she had a "continuing education class" for her training in the "unique stress management technique" she mentioned and had to purchase something for the training. She seemed pretty excited about what she had purchased. Out of the blue, she asked me if I would like to see what she had bought and learn more about her stress relief and massage skills. I jumped at the invitation and asked her when. She told me that she had to take care of a couple of things, and asked if I could pick her up in front of our building at 11:30 AM. I told her I'd be happy to. She left the conference room and my mind started to wander. I thought back about that day in the conference room and started to imageing what on earth might happen at lunch. I left my office at 11:15 to get my car from the parking garage. I waited in the garage until 11:30 and then pulled around to the front of the building. As I approached the curb, I saw her walking down the stairs from the building entrance. I gasped as I saw her descend the steps of our building, she was wearing a dark, full length fur coat. I noticed that earlier she had her in a loose bun, not her typical slick bun. Today her hair even though in a bun, seemed a bit wilder than usual, but now the bun was gone. I looked to see if I could finally get a glimpse of her luscious mane and what I had imagined to be it's glorious length, but the loose, wild full waves of her rich mane billowed at the collar of the coat and appeared to be tucked in between the fur coat and her back.
She hopped in my car and as we drove away, I asked here where we were headed. She said she had a surprise for me and would give me directions as we drove. She told me that the purchase she was excited about was the fur coat she was wearing. She asked me what I thought and if I liked it. I told her she looked amazing and that the coat was gorgeous. She blushed a little and told me that she had hoped I would like it. What?! Hoped that I would like it? Needless to say, I was blown away and completely distracted as I pulled away from the building. I wondered just how this coat had anything to do with her continuing education class and stress management skills, I was about to find out.
She started giving me directions as we drove away. I was completely caught off guard, when after a few blocks she slid across the seat, close to me and laid her head on my shoulder so that her hair was softly tickling my neck and ear. I was completely speechless as I continued to follow her directions on where to go. After a couple of minutes, she leaned away from me and forward from the back of the seat. Then with both hands she reached behind her head and pulled her mass of hair in all its heart stopping glory out of the coat and let it fall forward over both shoulders. I could hardly believe my eyes. It must have been at least down to the top of her thighs, if not her knees, not to mention the incredibly wavy thickness visible out of the corner of my eye. As she sat back, her hair freely flowed down the front of her fur covered body and spilled into her lap in an aamzing soft pile of rich brown waves. She leaned back against the seat and then leaned into me again, letting her soft mountain of hair freely slide from her lap onto my leg. I started to quiver at the soft, cool weight of her hair on my leg, which as I drove started to fall further onto and between my legs and lightly against my now bulging pants. Then next thing I knew, I felt the weight of her right hand slowly slide over onto my hair covered thigh. She then started to use her long fingernails to trace a soft figure eight on my thigh through the mountain of soft hair piling up on my legs. I could'nt move and was nearly unable to drive due to the overwhelming sensation of her nails and hair. As she continued the figure eight she was tracing on my hair covered leg with her nails, her hand slowly crept further up the inside of my thigh and towards the straining zipper of my slacks. She stopped for a second and With her right hand took a large lock of her hair and let it fall, draping it over my right arm and dropping onto and in between my legs. I was now white knuckle gripping the steering wheel. As you can imagine, I was struggling to stay on the road.
She asked me if I liked what was she was doing and how it made me feel. My voice cracked as I responded with a hesitating, "um...yeah" and "g g good". She then told me that she hoped that I would like it. She told me that what she was doing was related to her training and that the fur coat and her hair were used as part of her advanced stress relief techniques. Relief was all I could think about. She continued to trace her nails up and down my hair covered thigh. She was coming so close, I could feel the softness of her hair pile up against my ever bulging zipper. I half expected her or should I say longed for her to start draggin those nails up and down me! But she totally ignored my 'rising to the occasion'...Or so it seemed.
I can't tell you how far we had driven, where we were or how we got there. I was totally enthralled and struggling to keep control of the car...and myself. We were in a nice neighborhood when she told me to pull into a driveway, which I immediately did . She informed me that we would be having lunch at her house if that was okay. She asked me if I would like to hear about and experience more of her therapy, particularly what she learned in her most recent classes. Once again, completely flabbergasted about what was happening, I awkwardly nodded my head and mumbled something incoherent.
I stopped the car and was moving to get out of my door. As I did, I felt her fingernails slide up my hair covered leg, piling her mane against me and ever so softly drag across my straining hard on. The sensation made me almost fall out of the car. As I stood up, she slid toward me and extended her hand for a bit of assistance. I reached in to pull her out of the car. As I did, she stood, leaned in and hugged me, pressing her fur and hair covered body against me. She pulled me tight, pressing herself firmly against my body, especially my bulging cock. I was again, surprised at her aggression, but could not stop myself from pulling her closer.
When we entered her house, she caught my incredulous stare again and like before raised one eyebrow just like the day I first met her, only this time it was accompanied by a crooked smile. She asked me if I could help her take off her coat which I did. As I went towards the coat closet, she promptly asked me to not hang it up, but hold it for her. She told me to go ahead and have seat on the couch and that she would be back in a second. I saw her slip out of sight around the corner as I sat down, and laid the soft, fur coat on the couch next to me. I heard her down the hall open a drawer and then what sounded like the spray of purfume and hair being brushed again and again. The repetitive sound of the brushing was hypnotizing as I rememberd how soft it felt against me in the car. In a few minutes I was totally overwhelmed at the site of her as she slowly walked down the hall towards the couch where I Was seated. She had removed the business suit she typically wore and replaced it with a black lace cat suit and bare feet. She was gorgeous beyond description, but what just about killed me was the fact that brushing sounds I heard must have been her back brushing her amazing mane. It was fuller and more voluminous than seemed possible. It was pulled forward over both shoulders, fell or should I say cascaded in gorgeous, thick. soft waves to her knees. I'm sure my mouth hung open at the site. She was the most exquisitely desirable woman I had ever seen. I immediately became rock hard, the adrenaline flowing through my heart as it raced uncontrollably making my whole body quiver. She came closer and stepping between my legs, leaned over me, completely covering, enveloping me in that incredible soft mane and pressed her mouth to mine. Softly at first, then passionately she forced her tongue into my mouth. As she pulled back from the kiss, her hair sliding over and off of me, I almost fainted. She sat down next to me on my left side, and pulled her hair over her right shoulder letting it bury my left shoulder draping across both of our laps. Again the soft weight of her locks, as they came to rest on my legs and crotch started a whole new set of shivers coursing through me. I was so aroused, I thought I might explode at any moment, hands free.
She told me she was now ready to show me more of her technique and asked me if I was ready to be relieved of all my stress. I nodded and half moaned a "yes." She told me that in order for the therapy to have the best results, I would need to remove all of my clothes with the exception of my boxers. As I was attempting to stand up to remove my clothes, she lightly pressed her hand against my hair covered thigh sitting me back down on the couch. She stood up, faced me and then leaned over me, again burying my face, chest and lap in the softness of her luxurious mane as she unbuttoned my shirt and unfastened my belt and pants. Standing back up slowly, dragging the full length and wieght of her hair from me, she stepped back and let me slip my shirt off. She then knelt at my feet and removed my shoes and socks. She told me to raise my hips so she could slip my pants off. If there was any mystery as to the effect she was having on me, it was going to be completely clear any second. My rock hard cock, strained within my boxers and for a moment, I was sure it would slip out. She slid my pants off, then as before took her place next to me on the couch. She again gathered her massively soft mane and draped it across her lap and my now exposed bare thighs. The volume of her hair was such that it not only buried my thighs and lap completely, it also lightly pressed against the sensitive skin of my stomach and inner thighs. The texture and fluffy softness against my bare skin was completely intoxicating.
Sitting next to me, she then told me to look into her eyes and concentrate on her calm and soothing voice. As she spoke, she started to gently massage and caress me with the soft cuffs of the fur coat combined with handfuls of her dark hair. Gently stroking my neck, earlobes, face, legs and chest with that incredibly soft, soothing fur and sensual hair combination. I 'rose', even more 'to the occasion'. Her voice was incredibly soft and soothing. Her eyes, voice and the touch of fur and hair were absolutely, totally irresistible!
"Just keep looking into my eyes and listening to my voice ... each word that I say will relax you more and more... relax ... relax. Let my voice guide you into your own private place, a place just for us as you relax ... relax ... relax ... deeply relaxed ... deeply relaxed. Let the wonderful touch of the fur and my soft hair sliding over your relax you even deeper and deeper ... deeper and deeper ... deeper and deeper. The touch of fur is so fulfilling... so relaxing. The touch of my hair is so soft and intoxicating... so relaxing. Just keep gazing into my eyes ... gazing deeper and deeper into my eyes. Letting my voice and the sensation of the fur and my thick, soft hair relax you deeper and deeper into a state of complete relaxation... my voice and my fur and my hair are relaxing you deeper and deeper...deeper...deeper... deeper into a state of complete relaxation...letting go of your stress, deeper and deeper into submission. Just keep looking into my eyes and surrendering to my voice and the softness of my hair as it guides you deeper and deeper into submission. Looking deeper and deeper into my eyes ... going deeper and deeper ... deeply relaxed ... completely relaxed... going deeper and deeper into submission. Sinking deeper and deeper into a world without worry ... deeper and deeper submission ... deeply relaxed ... deeply submissive. Surrendering to my fur ... surrendering to my hair... surrendering to me. Surrender to my soft fur and hair as it guides you even deeper and deeper ... the touch of my hair is soooo irresistible ... the touch of my hair is soooo hypnotic ... the touch of fur and hair forces you into deep, deep relaxation. You cannot resist the touch of fur! The touch of my hair puts you into a deep, deep, deep trance. The softness makes you completely, deeply submissive! My fur is hypnotic. My soft hair is soooo desirable. The touch of my fur and hair puts you into deep, deep, complete relaxation, making you totally, wonderfully submissive. Fur rules you! My Soft hair rules you! I rule you. I am the Mistress and you are my slave! Just let go and surrender ... surrender completely to me. Deeply relaxed, deeply submissive and just going deeper and deeper into submission."
I found myself unable to move, so completely and indescribably aroused, my cock pulsing, my desire to have her overwhelming, but still unable to move. I sensed I was being hypnotized or put into some type of trance. I thought I should resist, but with the pleasure of hearing her soft voice and feeling the soft caress of her hair and fur, I was powerless.
"When you feel my fur and my hair on your face, you immediately close your eyes and go deep, deep, deep asleep. The touch of them both on your face will make you close your eyes and go deep, deep, deep asleep and totally submissive!" She then caressed my face and chest with the fur cuffs and sleeves with handfuls of her luxurious hair as she ordered "Sleep Now! Sleep Now!". As much as I wanted to keep staring up into those fantastic eyes, mine slammed shut on her command. My body went totally limp except for my fully erect cock. For several minutes she caressed my face, ears, neck, chest, stomach and thighs with her fur and her soft hair as she kept purring "Just surrender to the fur ... to the wonderful, compelling, irresistible touch of my hair as it drives you deeper ... deeper ... deeper ... deeply relaxed ... deeper .... deeper ... deep, deep asleep ... deeper, deeper ... going deeper and deeper ... deeper and deeper ... deeply relaxed ... deeply ... surrendering more and more to me ... deeper and deeper into submission ... surrendering completely to me ... surrendering completely to me. You WANT, you NEED to do everything I tell you do ... you cannot resist me ... You do not want to resist me... surrender to the wonderful softness of my fur and hair... surrender to my voice as you go deeper ... deeper ... deeper ... surrender to the touch, surrender to my voice as you go deeper and deeper into submission. It feels soooo good to just relax and go deeper and deeper ... deeper and deeper. It feels soooo good against your skin to go deeper ... soooo good to go deeper and deeper into submission." I knew that I had to obey her no matter what. And I had no resistance, I really wanted to obey and please Mistress Anya.
She stood up, leaving me seated on the couch in my totally helpless state. She slowly removed the cat suit exposing her perfect body to my view then took the fur coat and put it on. She pulled her glorious mane over both shoulders letting it fall sensually over her fur covered breasts. She took my hand and had me kneel on the floor facing her. She wrapped her fur covered arms around me and pressed me against her full, hair draped, fur-covered body, pulling my face between her fur and hair covered breasts, and ordered me to caress and stroke her coat as I went deeper and deeper into submission. After several minutes Mistress Anya told me to kiss my way up from her toes to her womanhood. First she had me do one foot and leg, and then the other. I did each gorgeous, sexy foot and leg several times, bringing her to a leg shaking climax as I licked her. She told me to stand. She then pulled the waistband of my boxers away from my stomach with one hand and with the other hand filled my boxers with a massive amount her of incredibly soft hair. She released the waist band and then began to massage my aching hair covered cock with both hands through my boxers. I could only stand, unable to contain the moans of pleasure as she gently rubbed and massaged my manhood. She leaned in pressing her fur covered body against my bare skin and softly began to tongue kiss my neck and ears.
Completely overcome with the erotic sensations, I hardly noticed the sound of the door open and close and completely dismissed it. I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye, but I was so overwhelmed I could do nothing about it. The hair massaging continued and the kissing grew more passionate and intense. I was sure that I was going to cum all over her hair, I'm sure she must have known too as she stopped the hair massaging and kissing. She told me to close my eyes and she stood perfectly still for what seemed like an eternity. She then slowly stepped back, pulling her soft hair slowly from my boxers as she went, with everything else that had been happening up to this point, I was on sensory overload. As her hair pulled completely free, she told me to open my eyes. Standing next to Anya was a tall, gorgeous blonde goddess with straight, silky hair that fell like a spun-gold waterfall below her knees. She wore a silver, full length fur coat. I'm not sure if she had anything else on. Anya introduced her as a close friend and fellow massage entusiast / therapist who happened to specialize in the same techniques. She said her name was Leona and asked me if I was interested in some more intense relaxation therapy.
