Fuzzy boy — Submissive male accountant who has fallen in love with Woollite Goddess Carmen, and was ensnarled in her wooly web of mysterious dominance at her home and at her knitting shop in San Francisco.

The sadistic tour leader, Goddess Karen, has taken a particularly keen interest in this new member. Goddess Carmen — Much of her personal background has not been divulged in the story.

We still do not know how she became involved in the Woollites. A submissive janitor in the knit shop building has alluded to a previous relationship with her … one that was strong enough to cause him to undergo consequences due to an outburst of emotion.

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Carmen has on her staff at the knit shop a Woman who is second in command … Julia. Julia — A Female Dominant understudy of Carmen, and an employee at her knit shop.

Julia was given control over two other characters in the story … Burt and Susan. We have almost no background history on Julia. Burt — A close friend of fuzzy boy who has been drawn into the Woollite web through his budding relationship with a friend of Carmen named Susan.

Burt was tested on his submissive tendencies along with fuzzy boy, but when Carmen was convinced fuzzy boy was a potential Woollite member, Carmen chose to concentrate her efforts on fuzzy boy, and turned Susan and Burt over to the care of Julia.

Susan — Encouraged by Carmen to be dominant over Burt, she has been successful to a point. Goddess Karen — in her youth, an unknown assailant, who was wearing a black wool sweater, raped her repeatedly.

Her revengeful and sadistic personality has recently blossomed as the leader of the Discipline Quadrants at the Woollite Sect Sheep Ranch. While giving fuzzy boy the standard tour of her facility, she was also testing his personality using a lie detector.

My friend had no idea that I was a wool fetishist.

I guess I should have told him at some point, but I was embarrassed, and didn’t know how he would take the news. He met my new girlfriend and they got along very well.

He encouraged me to overcome the usual fears about attachment, and to let her lead me into a very romantic relationship. I managed to tell him that she was making all the decisions He didn’t seem to think that was a problem.

My friend kept telling me that I was the kind of guy that would be happy in that kind of relationship. We had known each other for many years, and I trusted his judgement.

However, he did NOT know about my hidden fetish and my tendancy to be attracted to sexual submissiveness. I did tell him that I helped my new girlfriend keep her knitting store clean, and I tried to hint about the true situation by telling him that I would spend hours straightening up the yarn bins and rolling up the loose balls.

He just congradulated me on being there to help her, and to show my support.

After that she pestered me for information about him. She wanted to know all about him, to the point that I started to feel jealousy towards him.

She would laugh and say something like, “Oh, my furry bear, no one can replace you! You were meant for me alone.

We have this in common. Now you might think she was going to unbutton them all and we would get nude and make love.

But instead she would unbutton the cardigan down to my nipples and then she would play with them with her fingers. When I was all heated up, she would start rebuttoning it back to the top, kissing each patch of skin just before it was covered up again.

Of course this drove me crazy with passion, with the result that I forgot all about my jealousy feelings towards my good friend.

And so it went. My girlfriend put the relationship in high gear, and I was swept away on the cloud of love. My good friend would simply say, “This is what you always wanted But my girlfriend was not content on leaving him out of the loop.

She had friends and clients that were on the lookout for an eligible man; a man with sensitive and respectful outlooks towards the abilities of women who had confidence.

The dinner’s sole purpose was to introduce my good friend to my girl friend’s female friends. We were all going to be friends When my friend entered the house, she introduced him to everyone in this way, “Burt has told me in confidence, which I’m now going to break, everyone laughed that He is interested in developing a relationship with a nice female that could knit him a lovely sweater.

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On cue, the ten women in the room all raised up their knitting projects and started to celebrate. We were all laughing, including Burt, but I was feeling guilty.

Where was I leading my good friend? Should I warn him? I was so in love.

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Carmen was the woman of my dreams. I had been searching for a wool soulmate ever since puberty, but only found resentment towards my fetish.

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The earlier girls and women would tolerate my “other” love to a point, but sooner or later they would sense that my obsession with wool and mohair sweaters was stronger than my sexual attraction to their nude bodies.

I must take part of the blame. I was selfish But Carmen was also sexually attracted to her knitting projects, and she too had experienced the same resentments in the bedroom.

When we discovered the truth, we both found it hard to believe. I guess on some level we had given up all hope for finding that special soulmate.

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So it was no surprise that our relationship went onto the fast track. Unlike MY friends, some of HER close friends knew the true cause for our new obsession with each other.

They encouraged us wholeheartedly. Of my friends, none of which knew about my fetish, only Burt threw caution to the wind and supported the relationship from the get go.

It was in this way, by his unconditional support, that my Carmen came to appreciate and like him very much. I guess it was my constantly saying that Burt and I were so alike that caused her to search for the “right” girlfriend for Burt.

And after Carmen and I were formally engaged after the second month’s anniversary of our first date, I no longer felt jealousy towards him.

But I still had this nagging guilt that I had not been truthful with Burt about myself. I would discuss this for hours with Carmen, and she would always have the same reply, “Burt will be ok fuzzy bear Then she would snuggle up to me in her wonderfully sexy wool knit sleeping garments and ask if I was ready.

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She already knew I was ready, for her hand was usually resting on my manhood, giving it a tender bit of encouragement. I would reach over to kiss her deeply and when we were totally heated up, she would start to cover my head with the knitted wool hood that hung down on my chest She had to be very careful about this portion of our lovemaking.

I had had “problems with control” when we first tried it. But now she was becoming an expert at gauging my level of excitement. While she guided my manhood into her, she started to button the little buttons up the back of my head.

Carmen had found out that my face was extremely sensitive to wool.

She also noticed I had a large assortment of hooded sweaters and long necked turtlenecks in my closet. She saw the psychological changes that came over me when my face was exposed to knitted wool.

There were, of course, the sexual feelings, but she also noticed something else.

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When we talking about something serious, something that caused me to become fearful or upset, she found that a touch of her wool sweater sleeve on my face would have a calming effect.

She also noticed that if she took my head and held my cheek against the warm, cozy sweater covering her breast, that I also became calm.

She later experimented with different methods of applying knitted wool to my face and head, because, as I found out later, my “calmness” was very important to her.

I should probably relate at this time another psychological facet of my wool fetishism, one that surprised Carmen after our very first night of making woolly love to each other.

I think it would be best to give an example. Before and during lovemaking, or throughout the day, I love the feel of wool on my bare skin. I can wear wool all night, and all during the daytime.

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But, for some strange reason, right after a sexual climax, I have a strong desire to take off the wool. Silly, isn’t it? Carmen didn’t understand it at all.

I don’t understand it, but there is this compelling desire to take it off. I know the desire to shed the wool will alway happen.

So guess what? Again, an example should explain it best.

06.02.2020 – This is simply not acceptable! A healthy cholesterol number is below I was too busy trying on my new presents to worry about Burt, who was declining to start to dress.

Remember back to the end of Part Two of this story? Carmen and I were making woolly love, and at the climax of our joining, she was buttoning the back of the hood of my catsuit.

The wool knitted hood was being pressed tightly on my face, with no holes for eyes, nose, or mouth. We continued to make love and, right on cue, we both exploded as she was buttoning the last button on the top of my head.

She knew I would cum then, and so she timed her climax for the same time.

We held each other as our passion subsided and we regained our breath and normal heart rate. Then my hands went to my head to begin to unbutton my hood.

I heard her say, “Wait please I want to enjoy you like this for awhile, my fuzzy bear.