Textile Negotiation: Satin Gloves

Uncertain, Dai took them hesitantly and held the 'hands' in his as if they were already alive and enchanted. And yet they were limp and lifeless, even if not without the promise of such.

"I... What do you want me to do?"

They, thankfully, were determined to make that quite clear quickly enough and the white gloves twitched in his grasp, inflating as they came to life, filled out with magical 'air', something to give the body of them sense and substance. They filled out from the tips of the fingers back, solidifying in his hold, and he sucked in a breath as they squeezed his hands, radiating warmth even as he returned the soft embrace, more tender and tentative than any they had ever seen fit to grace him with before. But now everything had changed and the dynamics were shifting, gently but certainly.

They demanded a kiss kindly, the tips of the fingers breaking from his hold to flutter up to his lips, stroking and teasing. Maybe they remembered all that had gone on before, all that had passed between them, or maybe it was just an action and a memory he was set on attributing to the gloves. It didn't matter, not really, as he allowed them to gently part his lips for a deeper sort of kiss, the light fabric teasing over his lips as he delivered just what they wanted of him before soaring away, simply as light and as graceful as a feather.

With that, the satin pair sent more and more out, darting forward to place them before Dai before returning to the cupboard over and over again to find more and more, intent on something that he could not discern. The bunny blushed at the latex pair that had seemed to like his backside so much also floating up to his lips for a kiss, the two of them setting the tone for more to come.

More and more gloves from his collection come to life, the leather even passing through, as he adored his whole collection, each one requesting a kiss from his lips. And they did not just want a kiss either as some stroked down his arms, fluffed up his ears, even teased across his crotch and stomach, maybe just to see him squirm. It was hard to keep track of everything even as the silver satin pair flashed before him in that delectable play of light that had drawn him to them in the first case, pressing up over his cheek even as he devoted a kiss reverently into the palm itself.

More and more -- goodness, did he really have so many? He would have been embarrassed to uncover the true depths and reach of his collection if not for the fact that he was enjoying himself so much, every inch of his skin tingling with need, flush with desire and raw, pounding excitement. A short pair of matte satin gloves with a looser, wider opening for ones hands or hands took his cheeks between both of them before accepting the kiss while another shiny pair in a dark shade of forest green teased him briefly, flitting back and forth and playing a little game that only they knew or understood any sense of meaning to.

All of them, however, were beautiful, very much so -- and all in their own way too. There was nothing at all that could compare one to the other, each one holding a very different meaning and place in his heart, but all with memories that warmed him from the inside out. Whether erotic or merely sensual, they were all so very special to him as the gloves, each and every one that had passed by him, floated around his head in a circle, the spinning spiral growing larger and larger with the full force of his whirling collection.

Finally, the very last pair bar the purple satin, which he could not honestly say that he thought he owned for himself, came to him. Of course, they were his favourite material also, being satin, and rang with a deep, royal blue reminiscent of noble times. They were closed in around the wrist and extended to cover just behind the wrist without actually stretching down any length of actual arm, the hem without elastic. They, however, did not float up to his lips for the kiss and reverence that he had come to expect to be required of him but turned around, offering the openings of the wrists to him with a soft shiver of fabric that sent ribbons of light dancing over them, reflecting and beautifying as they were so apt to.

What was he supposed to do but accept such an offering as he slipped his hands and arms reverently into their openings, fingers wiggling into the spaces for them as the living fabric rippled around his fur and flesh. Beyond the realm of what was and should have been possible for them, they tightened and sucked in against his arms, the hole at the end sealing softly around his limbs as if they were simply meant to be there, fitting him perfectly. All the while, the massive flock of floating gloves before him wiggled their fingers and shifted fluidly in and out of one another, shimmering where the light played just so, although some of the darker, more matte pairs were destined to be the shadows behind the light -- at least for the moment.

Like a flock of birds, they moved seamlessly in and out of one another, Dai swallowing hard as he lifted his hands -- but wait! No! He wasn't actually lifting his hands up at all but the gloves were and they lifted him right up along with them, the other gloves flying under his arms, his legs, his buttocks, all helping hold him up and, of course, strip him slowly, tenderly, from head to toe.

No clothes were ripped but they did not take the time to fold anything either (maybe that was something he could request of the satin pair at another time?) leaving him bare but for his fur and, of course, the blue gloves secured around his arms, fingers seated right where they belonged. Supporting his body where he could not, hovering over his bed without touching the duvet, they turned him horizontally, resting him on a floating ripple of gloves, the support beneath him changing and shifting with every passing moment. However, somehow, they managed to still make him feel more stable than ever and he chuckled breathlessly to himself, head spinning with the sheer enormity of the magic around him.

"Oh... Oh, my..."

A breathy exclamation was all that they really needed to know, well and truly, that he was ready for the next step, the myriad of sensations stimulating him through satin and silk and leather and latex making him moan and grind up into nothing, shaft emerging slowly. Of course, they had all the time in the world to enjoy themselves and the gloves were not going to leave him denied for any length of time at all as the long, white pair rested on his legs, hands clasping his rigid, pulsing length and going to work, pumping in long, smooth strokes, one hand following the other. They barely left him without any stimulation at all as they swapped over, sending him off shivering and panting and whimpering as if he was going to cum right then and there, already so very needy that he simply could not hold himself back. But was that not what they wanted anyway from him?

They did not restrict themselves to his crotch either, teasing over the rest of his body too in due course even as the majority of the gloves took care of lifting him, ensuring that he would not fall. The royal blue stain pair drew his arms out from his body, making him spread his fingers, and he moaned at the tingle of sensation, all too wickedly intimate tucked up in the very slight webbing between his fingers, claws rounded off nicely so that they would never cause any harm or damage to any of his gloves.

Around and around... They did not hold him level in the air as the latex ones claimed an ankle in each hand, pulling his legs apart with what he could only determine to be a shiver of raw delight. Fluctuating, they bobbed and wove, letting him feel weightless as the mass beneath him shifted, all controlled by the dancing puppeteer of the satin pair that had started it all, their detailing setting them apart where, otherwise, they may have been well placed to blend into the mass and simply become one of the crowd.

Fingers trailed over his neck and throat, one of his most erotically vulnerable zones, and he arched up, panting as his cock was masturbated, yet not yet allowed to cum despite his churning, anxious balls. His skin crawled but then the purple satin gloves were right there to reassure him, cheekily walking up from his crotch on the tips of two fingers, a sexy stalk that should never have been seen on such an article of clothing. And yet they were far more than just that as they performed a little dance and a jig, spinning and flirting obviously, fingers tucked over one another as if they had something to hold back, something to hide.

But it was just a touch of shyness that came to the forefront of their sweet interlude as they tipped down to press their cuffs up to the bunny's lips, his whiskers quivering out straight in surprise. It was as much of a kiss as gloves were able to give -- well, kissing the fingers was a one-sided affair -- and he blushed heavily, moaning long and low as he kissed them deeply, respectfully slipping his tongue inside as they nuzzled up to him, requesting rather than demanding more.

Of course, that left one of the gloves out of the kiss and they weren't going to be misplaced or set aside while Dai and the glove enjoyed kissing, his ears softening back as he leaned eagerly into it. No... They sent the white pair of evening gloves packing from his cock and the rabbit quivering in readiness for more, his little cotton-tail twitching maniacally as if to release just a little of the tension held there.

To say that it was mind-blowing would have been an understatement as the rabbit whined and twisted, although everything he did was from pleasure and not any desire at all for escape. Just what, after all, could he want to escape from? Two gloves that he lusted after the most -- okay, they may very well have become his firm favourites, if only in part for their own mind and will -- stimulated him, the kiss deepening even further as he moaned. The gloves tipped him so that he was somewhat upright, leaning back, comfortable in both their hands and arms, although the blue satin gloves kept his arms outstretched, spread, to either side of his body. It was a makeshift bondage, in a way, but one that he squirmed deliciously in, delighting in the restriction as his legs instinctively tried to kick out, muscles aching for freedom while his mind revelled in the lack of it.

Sensations, however, could not be ignored as his fur was caressed and the fingers of the other glove folded around his shaft, jerking him off wickedly and teasingly. They knew just how far they could go, bringing him to the edge over and over again, as he ground his teeth together and moaned, begged, even, for release that would not be granted until the gloves thought that he had 'earned' his reward. In all honesty, they were just working him up so that his final orgasm would be even better than if they had let him climax immediately, even if it did not quite feel like that in the depth of the moment itself.

The kiss was strange but he languished in it, enjoying all that he could. There was no sense of awkwardness that was required to be present, after all, in experimentation and he could run his tongue around the inside without any shame, exploring and shivering as they allowed it all. Did they know just what it meant to him to be allowed to explore so? Oh, it was so good and so much... Even the kiss seemed like it could very well be enough to get him off but the gloves were pros at what they did, flitting with a fingertip to direct another pair -- hm, they must have been silk ones -- to grope and massage his balls, reminding him very directly of all the cum that he had to spill, a load unspent and wanton still.

He needed it... And yet they would not allow it until they were ready, coaxing him to the brink with the pulsating flutter of satin over and over again, controlling his orgasm. Dai panted and writhed all the more desperately but it was all wonderfully futile, as if the gloves themselves had dipped into the depths of his psyche to dig up just what would make him squirm and squeal the most.

But the stain gloves did not intend to use the palm or fingers of the glove to stimulate him and instead slipped his shaft into their opening, taking it deep and closing around his length as they worked their way back and forth, delivering a sensually erotic massage unlike anything that he'd ever had before.

Dai moaned, the need to cum thrumming through his mind more powerfully than ever, hips rocking and grinding and thrusting like a mad-bun. More! He needed more! But they relaxed around him, holding him on the very edge as he whined and tried to thrust over and over again, other gloves rushing to hold him in place, pressing down on the bones of his hips and the flat of his thighs too. Maybe they thought he was desperate enough in his need to throw them off and, well, no one really wanted him to topple back to the bed in a truly untimely and ungainly fashion.

However, the glove on his lips had come time to bid that sweetness farewell, fingers switching around to tease into his lips, hooking one digit luxuriously into the corner of his mouth, slightly damp with his saliva. Tugging Dai's head down lightly, it shivered in seeming delight as the other glove pumped his shaft and the bunny gave a barely restrained squeak as something pushed up under his tail too, the squeeze on his balls and pressure diving softly and sweetly into his tail hole driving him crazy with lust and raw, unbridled need.

But all he could do was enjoy and let the scene of the gloves and their erotic need play out before him, a toy in their hands and a tool that could also supply them with essence. They needed his cum too, after all, so he didn't have to worry that his orgasm was not going to be fulfilled at the end of the day too, even if he may rather have liked several orgasms instead of one massive one. Maybe that too was something that he could mention to the gloves.

They all worked together seamlessly, what he determined to be another satin pair pressing digits up into his tail hole, co-ordinating their pumping thrusts with the one wrapped around Dai's shaft, suckling his hot length into their opening over and over again. Better than any hand, although not quite above the grope and grip of gloved fingers, the opening closed around him and drew him in deep, right up to the hilt each and every time. There was no part of him left untouched as the gloves spread open his anal ring more and more with each thrust too, allowing another glove and another finer to squeeze in, stretching him just as they pleased.

No bunny could hold out forever but he would commend himself after the fact for just how long he did hold out for as they ploughed lusciously into him, moans coming in a long, low, continuous stream. He rocked and humped and they allowed him a little more movement, the semblance of freedom that only they could grant, although that left him with the tenaciously intrepid conundrum of his current position. And, truly, he could not have possibly have made it any more perfect than it was, filled under his tail with more and more, the gloves pressing all four fingers together as if in the prelude to fisting but, really, they were perfectly shaped and tapered in to provide just the right stretch that sent his head spinning off into overdrive.

Closer and closer... They didn't stop that time, driving him up to the edge and over as Dai cried out his pleasure, twisting and humping fervently as he filled the glove with a deluge of cum, tail hole contracting around the digits crammed up into his tail hole -- and he would have taken more too if he'd been asked! But they did not ask, trusting that they provided all of the pleasure that he needed and the bunny's toes curled and flexed, shooting his load straight into the gloves that pumped him harder and faster than ever, seeming to grow more and more excited as they were filled with his seed.

Of course, the seed did not simply pool in the fingers of the glove but seeped into them, becoming a part of them as he fed into their power. It dissolved in a fizz of magic as soon as it touched the satin, leaving tiny vibrations to spark back into the bunny's dick. Panting heavily, Dai tried to thrust harder and faster still but the gloves held him firmly in place for the final spurts, the gloves up under his tail stilling slowly just so he could feel in excruciatingly mind-blowing detail just how stretched out his was, how perfectly and wonderfully they filled him. Truly, it was an experience that he never wanted to stop.

Alas, all good things, in the end, had to come to a close and the bunny groaned without the breath to actually do so as the glove finally slipped off his softening cock, allowing it to lay down against his thigh, perfectly clean and dry as if he had never cum at all. Such was the magic of the gloves that not a drop of mess was left behind bar the sweat and matted fur on the so very lucky bunny himself. The ones inside his tail hole too drew back, careful not to hurt him without the assistance of lubrication, and Dai grunted thickly, nose twitching as he was left gaping and wanting more, to be filled again as soon as he was released. Did everything really have to end so soon? Yet the warmth of the afterglow settled upon him like an aromatic cloud that came with its own weight and calming influence, drawing him to the end of at least that session with a faint yet satisfied smile on his lips.

As he floated back to the bed, clad in the haze of afterglow, Dai smiled languidly, his eyes half-lidded, sleep creeping upon him as if he was ready to slip away already. They didn't have more for him -- it was a reward, after all, and not something they technically needed from him -- but the gloves let him be, each one flitting up to his lips for the briefest of goodnight kisses before returning to their designated places in his cupboard, knowing exactly where they needed to go.

Only one remained, resting on his chest with the 'hands' folded together as if they were clasped by a lover, watching him attentively and caring for his needs. And yet Dai did not even possess the sleepy strength in that moment to lift his hand and thank them for all that they had done, although, in all truth, it had been the satin gloves that had been thanking him for understanding just why they needed to do what they did, gleaning their sustenance to continue on in life.

And that was fine, just fine. Better than fine, in fact, as long as he got his pleasure from it too -- maybe tied up next time? He'd have to mention it to them when he had the chance but, right there and then, all he had to do was relax in the warming afterglow, slipping down and down and down into the bed as he murmured and made soft, incomprehensible noises that meant nothing at all and yet everything both at the same time. The purple satin gloves nestled into his chest, settling in to watch over him as he came back his senses.

His time with the enchanted gloves and the spell that they wove had only just begun.