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Holly loved being a television newscaster. Not only did she get to be in
the center of hundreds of scandals, but she was able to indulge herself in
her most satisfiying fetish, the wearing and layering of turtleneck
sweaters.

As a public figure exposed to thousands of people everyday, it was in her
company's wishes that she conceal herself properly. This was a wish Holly
was only to glad to oblige them in. Ever since she was young, she loved the
feel of angora, mohair, and wool pressing close and warn against her skin,
and the more of it the better.

She learned as a teenager it was the only way for her to achieve an orgasm.
She had been with a few boys who immediately went about getting her naked
when it came to engage each other sexually, and it did nothing for her. She
dispensed with sex altogether by her first year of college, convinced she
might be  asexual .

It was during her college years she discovered her love for the furry life.
A friend lent her a thick heavy nordic sweater on a cold day when all her
own clothes were at the laundry. Since she had no underclothing, she
slipped it on right against her flesh and became aware of a warm, gushy
feeling throbbing between her legs! Quickly, ske began rubbing the scratchy
fabric in a circluar motion against her breasts and noticed it was
happening..it was REALLY happening! So there it was! The tactile sensation
of this material against her skin was the ticket to sexual oragsmic nirvana!

Now, as an adult working in a medium that requested her to be somewhat
reserved in attire, she looked through her closet full of nothing but
turtlenecks and sweaters, and jackets to choose her pleasure for the day.

She choose a tan skirt and jacket, along with a large furry white angora
turtleneck. It might be too warm to wear in the late spring, but she didn't
care. She had a RESPONSIBILITY as well as a passion to wear this!

As she pulled the angora turtleneck over her head, she stopped for a
moment, holding her face against the soft material. She rubbed it against
her lips, stroking the sides of her cheeks with it. If her viewrs knew what
she was doing! Or her boss!

She got to work at 4 A.M. to prepare for her early morning broadcast. After
she was finished, she was approached by a new intern named Paul who she
noticed had been watching her with an open mouth gape for almost a week.

"Uh..Holly?" he asked nervously.

"Yes?" she said.

"Um, my name's Paul...I'm new here. I'm studying photography at the
university, and hope to get a full time job here real soon. But I was
wondering..if I could ask you for a favor!"

"Sure, Paul," Holly smiled, looking the tall, strong and handsome dark
youngster over, "What can I do?"

"well," Pual said, nervously running his hands through his wavy dark hair,
"you see, I kinda got behind in my photography 106 class, and I need to
find a subject matter to shoot before the end of the week or they're gonna
flunk me, and I was wondering if..."

"If you could shoot me for your subject?" Holly finished for him, "Why
sure, but...why me?"

"Well," Paul said, his eyes avoiding hers, "I find you...very fascinating."

"Why!" Holly laughed.

"I guess it's...well. You're the only girl I know who...well...dresses the
way you do," Paul finally said.

"Do you like to see a girl nicely covered up?" Holly asked, taking a hold
of the collar of her turtleneck and pulling it slowly upwards toward her
chin.

"It sounds too weird...guys aren't supposed to like that," Paul said.

"Why not?" Holly said, "After all, a girl who knows how to present herself
properly and chaste would make for a good, dediacted, obedient  servant,
no?"

Holly was standing before Paul now with her hands clasped in front of her
and her head slightly bowed. Both of them began to feel very comfortable in
each other's company, knowing they shared something they thought no one
else did.

"I'll go get my gear," Paul smiled, "Meet me at my car, O.K.?"

"Yes!" Holly smiled.
 
 

An hour later, they were in a wooded area about twenty miles north of town.
The sunlight was just right for a good shoot. They walked about a mile deep
into the forest until they came to a small clearing bright enough to get
good light.

"Um...Holly?"

"Yes?"

"Could you...er...take off your blazer for these shots? I just LOVE that
sweater you're wearing, and I want it to be the highlight of my series!"

"Sure, Paul!" Holly complied, slipping the stiff, woolen blazer first off
her shoulders, then from each arm slowly and deliberatly. Never taking her
eyes off Paul.

"GREAT!" Paul said, as he began running off shots rapid fire while giving
instructions, "Uh..closer. now, against that tree! Now, walking...YES!"

They spent about twenty minutes taking shots until Paul ran out of film.
Exaused, they both fell down to the ground. Holly reached into her bag for
a handerkerchief to wipe the beads of sweat from her brow. It DID get hot
today, and now her sweater was drawing those familiar feeling between her
legs again.

"Was that good?" Holly asked like a nervous schoolgirl.

"I think it was perfect," Paul said, distantly.

"What are you going to DO with all of those pictures?" Holly asked,
breathing heavily.

Suddenly Paul's demeanor became dominant. "Well, wouldn't it be a blast to
show them to your boss? I'm sure he'd be quite angry to see pictures of you
frolicking around the forest without your jacket on!"

"Oh...I'm sure he'd be QUITE angry indeed!" Holly agreed with a smile, not
missing a beat.

"What should we do about that?" Paul asked with a knowing smile.

Holly rose to her knees and folded her hands in front of her, saying, "I
think I'm going to have to be punished!"

"I agree!" Paul said after aminute of worshiping Holly in that state, "Come
with me!"

Paul seized the opportunity to grab Holly by the arm, thus clutching a
glorius handful of her sweater, and pulling her between two large trees.
There, he spread her arms and legs and secured her limbs to each one, using
some thick cord he carried in his supply bag.

"Although this is your first offense, I'll have to be strict with you!"
Paul said, pulling a thorny switch from a nearby brush and waving it in
front of Holly.

"I ask for no mercy...only what I deserve!" Holly smiled back.

"And you shall have it!" Paul agreed as he pulled her skirt down to her
ankles and her sweater up from her waist until it covered her entire face
and head like a mask, exposing her back and breasts to Paul's switch!

 Blinded underneath her own sweater, Holly couldn't see or tell where or
when the next lash would strike. When they came, they were short and
sharp...and OH SO EXCITING! Paul moved slowly, deliberatly. DAMN, he's
GOOD! she thought.

He struck her ass. Then he struck her back. Then he struck her breasts,
stomach, and legs. At certain intervals, he slid the branch between Holly's
legs and wiggled it just enough to elicit the extreme moaning of orgasmic
pleasure she could only dream of before this!

Then Holly heard a faint "Click click" sound. Paul DID have more film! Oh
what glory! To have this episode preserved on film for all time! She
breathed heavier in her angora mask of torture as Paul continued flooging
and shooting her for almost an hour.

Finally, her body covered with bruises and welts, Paul lifted her skirt
back up and pulled her sweater back down. Holly looked at him longingly, as
if she didn't want it all to stop. Paul cut her down, and she slumped to a
heap between the trees. She never felt so complete!

Suddenly, she heard a soft thump noise to her left and saw Paul had thrown
her woolen blazer beside her with the emplicit instruction that she obey
and put it on.  Without hesitation, she did, then rose to a kneeling
position in front of Paul saying, "When is our next session...MASTER?"