Mrs. Soothe lives in an upper middle class neighborhood. She’s well educated, has two children, a very successful husband, and many friends. She’s very active in neighborhood and school organizations and well-liked by anyone who knows her including myself. She has a very sweet demeanor, charming, and extremely accommodating. Her smile is mesmerizing and pleasing. Her nickname amongst some of the adults in town is Mrs. Soothe and ‘til this day I had no idea why.

One day. I had a chance to visit her. I was going to her house to get the name of a doctor she knew who could take a look at my back which had been bothering me for a few weeks. Her background was in physical therapy so I knew she would make a great suggestion. I called her around 10 o’clock on a Tuesday morning. She asked me to drop by in one hour. I looked forward to seeing her. Mrs. Soothe is always pleasant to talk to and very easy on the eyes.

While I waited for an hour to pass, Mrs. Soothe prepared for my visit. The first thing she did was go downstairs to a room next to her garage. She unlocked the entrance to the room and walked in. The room has two queen size beds-each covered in thick white satin sheets. One bed had a heavy BlackGlamma mink coat draped across two satin-cased pillows. In the middle of the room was a glass table with an adult neck-sized hole at the center that had a seat beneath it. The table opened at one end which would allow someone to sit down and insert their head in this opening. A persons head could be exposed in the center of the table while the remainder of their body was beneath the glass once the end was closed. Against the wall was a 6-foot high bar with two leather straps hanging down. Each strap was adjustable to wrap around a wrist or a neck not to hold someone in place but to prevent them from getting away. Finally, in the corner of the room was a deep blue velvet chair and ottoman.

Mrs. Soothe folded her arms and looked around her posh special chamber with an approving smile then opened a cabinet in the corner. She took out a spray can, took the lid off then tapped a spray-button six times. A light gray stream of fine mist filled the room with a special exciting sexy aroma. She left the room and went upstairs to her bedroom.

She took all her clothes off and then covered her silken body with a full-length blue mink coat. The collar was thick and silky and off her left wrist hung a smooth two-foot wide thick pouch of baby blue satin. She reached for a can of Mink hair spray and emptied the entire can into her smooth hair. Then for one half hour she brushed her hair sideways, downward, up-in-the-air, and straight back until the hair was dry but very heavily conditioned with an intoxicating aroma. Finally, she grabbed a cigarette and lit it. Her inhalation was super-deep and her exhale was unusually lengthy…about 8 feet, and very soft.

The door bell rang. She went downstairs and opened the door. “Oh Hi!” she said in her sweet voice. Then she inhaled on her cigarette and blew a gust of silky smoke into my face so hard that my eyes were immediately sealed shut and the whiff of smoke made me stagger and bump into the hallway wall. What the hell just happened? Mrs. Soothe reached down to my shorts, unbuttoned them, and dragged them down to may ankles. She then looks into my squinting eyes and inhales on her cigarette deeply. Then she dipped her head down toward my abdomen ripping my underwear from my waste and blew her smooth creamy puff of smoke on my penis with a ferocious intensity. Then she presses sating baby blue pouch hanging from her mink draped left arm against my penis rubbing me in a steady circular fashion. “What are you doing?” I ask. She replies in a very maternal way: “I just wanted to give you a special hello”.

She inhales deeply on her cigarette again and exhales a long thick smooth plume into my underwear. I’m getting hard now and she notices. She smiles and sways her hair back-and-forth so I can smell her Mink hair spray and tells me: “You’re getting hard. You like my smoke, don’t you? Isn’t it just dreamy?” And she blows me again. My penis is straight and frosted in smoke-it actually looks gray from the silky ash coating. Now she grabs my extended manhood firmly and guides my to her “chamber”.

As she drags me along with her firm hold picture what this looks like: the “all-American girl next door” with a sensuous $50,000 blue-crushed mink coat draped over her naked body inserting her cigarette between her silken lips with her left hand while her right hand firmly surrounds my well-extended penis. Her fur drags on the ground and my touches my feet (still wrapped at my ankles by my shorts) as I stumble along through the hallway and into her chamber.

We enter the chamber and she guides me to the bar where the leather straps hang. She adjusts them to fit my wrists and gently ties them on me and then clasps them tightly. I’m now standing with my wrists at shoulder level wrapped in buckled leather. Mrs. Soothe says: “Sweetheart, I’m wondering how long you’ll be able to stand”. She then rips my underwear to the floor and unbuttons my shirt leaving it open so that my chest and stomach show. “Stand this!” she says gleefully and inhales again on her cigarette and releases a straight power whiff to my straightened penis. “I hope you like it. Is it silky enough?” She blows another luxurious power blow. My knees buckle-I’m so excited. All I want to do is grab her and cum into her. I feel like I could cum forever I’m so stiff.

“I know just what you need”, she says lovingly in that oh so sweet voice. She inhales on her cigarette again and goes to her cabinet in the corner of the room. She takes out a blue jar and brings it over. She opens the jar and shows me the contents. It’s a smooth blue powder. She rubs some of it against my face. It numbs my face in a few seconds. Then she takes a little and puts it on her palms and blows a blue cloud of dust into my face. The smell is like a fine cigarette ash. It’s very silky but stings every pore on my face and then after about 10 seconds my cheeks and nose and lips are numb. “This is my special silky powder. Do you like it?” she asks with her gleaming smile.

I say that I can’t feel my face and then stumble to my knees. I somehow find the strength to get back up on my feet. She rubs my penis into the satiny two-foot wide pouch hanging from her left wrist and then into her luscious blue mink. Oh God! Does that feel good. I could be inside her and it would only be a little warmer. Back and forth she rubs my stiff penis in her mink. She asks me time and time again if her mink is smooth. “Is it too smooth for you? It is? Here this is smoother. More smoothness? OK. Here you go”. After every time she says smooth she blows her satiny feeling smoke on my shaft. I’m ready to cum and she knows it then she takes the container of blue powder and inserts the tip of my penis into it. As she does she messages my balls to supreme excitement. Only trouble is the front three inches of my penis have just been numbed by the paralyzing blue powder. A minute later my entire penis is coated in a baby blue pure silken powder. I spurt cum in a maddening frenzy but can’t feel it, I can only see it. I watch as the blue container catches one gob of cum after another.

“So how do your blue balls feel?” she asks with a quiet serene voice. I’m almost in shock, most of my body either vibrates in uncontrollable excitement or wants to but can’t because my skin has been numbed. She releases her satiny grip of my balls and then releases the leather clasps from my wrist. Now I’m being escorted to the glass coffee table. She unlatches the opening at the head of the table. She guides me between the opening panes of glass and makes me sit in a chair that has her BlackGlamma mink on it. My ass sits in yet another fur and quickly gets my lower body excited. She closes the glass entrance and I’m now stationary with only my head above the table as I look down through the glass at my naked body submerged in a black mink coat. I must admit I feel totally sexed-like every part of me that’s awake is completely stimulated. She places an ash tray in front of my face and puts a silver cigarette case down in front of me too. ”It’s time for silky land my friend,” she says to me.

Nancy lights a cigarette and gently (for once) blows a creamy soft puff into my face. I cough gasping for air. She laughs at me. “Keep your eyes open” she says nicely. She lifts my right eye lid up and releases another exquisite smooth blow directly into the eye. I turn my head violently, I can’t stand it. “You need a neck brace” she says. She stands up and with her glistening blue mink she walks across the room to her cabinet and takes out a blue fox fur collar. Immediately, I know where it’s going. She walks toward me and inserts her cigarette back into her mouth then wraps the fox fur around my neck and clamps the fur so that my neck disappears from sight. Then she blows a gentle smooth puff into my face ending her release with an abrupt thin but potent cloud of smoke. The smell is unbearable. But it sure feels silky, there is no doubt about that. My face is now a blue-gray color from powder and smoke. She sealed my right eye shut in cigarette smoke and I’m totally helpless to stop her from sealing the other one. Thankfully, she allows me to see out of one eye.

Now she grabs a vibrator from under the cushion on the blue velvet couch. Mrs. Soothe puts a silky fur cap over the tip of the vibrator then begins to exhale luscious creamy blows of smoke across it. “I love to smoke my fur. All the fur that you’ve been wrapped in has been smoked many times. Doesn’t it feel ultra?” she lectures. I’m hanging on for life now, I just want to ejaculate again before I die. And sure enough the numbing blue powder spell she put on my penis is wearing off. My penis is immersed in black mink and the tip of my penis can now feel the super smoothness. Mrs. Soothe knows it and opens the glass table and clears the mink from my abdomen so that I’m exposed. She turns on her vibrator and begins to rub my penis. Then she smokes my penis hard. I’m ultra hard with a throbbing pain in my penis like I’ve never felt before. Her smoke has become so smooth, it’s all I can feel and all I want to feel.

She smokes my face again and again. I lean back in the fox fur neck wrap and pass out. Only the sensations in my penis remain. My smoked penis now feels the fur tipped vibrator up and down the shaft with firm and very smooth intensity. And then, I’m spouting all over the place. Blobs of cum squirt against the glass table, one after the other, then it drips down into the BlackGlamma mink. “It’s Silky Land for you my friend”, she says quietly and puts her satin wrap hanging from her wrist around my manhood.

That’s the last thing I remember. Who wants to be “soothed” next?