April 12, 2020 at 1:16 am #140106MelissaKeymaster
Sexy Bunny Competition – 2020
Post a picture of the sexiest bunny costume you can find, and write a fictional story of yourself in that bunny costume. You will be judged on picture quality, use of costume, eroticism of writing and general creativity. Prizes will be awarded the end of May. If you have questions, just ask! Have fun and lets see those tails shake.
*Note: Remember, pictures must be erotic not pornographic.
April 12, 2020 at 2:15 am #140126
- This topic was modified 1 month, 3 weeks ago by Melissa.
It was a dark cold night at the bar the beer was brewing and filled to the top
The neon sign was flashing the word pink purple Sissy bunny gurl andrea Tiffany the lustful lucrative waitress
I pink purple Sissy bunny gurl andrea Tiffany was sporting ruby red lipstick
The male client dressed in luxurious clothes was checking me out
He was undressing me with his eyes that I blushed red on my face
I wiggle my bunny tail feeling very humiliated
I lick my lips , tasting my red lipstick
I walk up and lift my dress and panties showing my locked up clitty
I give the most graceful curtsy
Im wearing my bunny uniform that shows my boobsies and im exposing my legs
It was because the client paid handsomely
Hi Client you have nice pants and bulge
He he thanks for noticing
Hi Lola ashley I love your uniform its neat like mine oh I have to ask if im tardy late
okay let me tell you pink purple Sissy bunny andrea Tiffany you are not late
I mean lola ashley its good im not late for work but where are the rest of the customers,
thats easy the rest arent coming today
Says Lola ashley
well lola ashley I suppose thats all right
lola ashley takes away my beer bottle look I heard from a birdy that you like the client brad am I right pink purple Sissy bunny gurl andrea Tiffany
well yes its true but I didn’t think that you lola ashley would find out
See I was right you are enamored with brad
look lola ashley im down on my hands and knees please I know how I flirt with your boyfriend brad a little bit but look im not lying I never force a move on him hes your boyfriend blush
Lola ashley laughs chillax pink purple Sissy bunny gurl andrea Tiffany I know you are my friend I know that you never break our trust but do you like brad
ok I confess that I do love brad I cant help it lola ashley
I thought you say that pink purple Sissy bunny gurl andrea Tiffany so here is the thing my boyfriend is shackled at the table at the end of the room , brads over there see my boyfriend you can’t miss him ,go say hi to him
well ok I will do that im walking there blush oh hi brad im pink purple Sissy bunny gurl andrea Tiffany
hey nice to meet you my girlfriend told me you are infatuated with me oh if it isn’t andrea Tiffany the bunny damn you are flipping hot
brad walks closer to me and inspects my beautiful uniform brad picks up the chocolate bar forcing me to suck on it I blush and suck and eat the candy bar the client brad brushes my thighs with his hands
oh oh ooh ooh brad that feeling so hot and nice
HE HE I thought you may say that ,
this feels so wrong and good at the same time ooh ohh you are touching my caged clitty , blush that hasn’t been open in forever
ha ha I don’t remember me offering to uncage you silly sissy bunny gurl
I pink purple Sissy bunny gurl andrea Tiffany smile and beg for release brad laughs and throws key in garage disposal
I pink purple Sissy bunny gurl andrea Tiffany slide and run my whore red nails on his nipples lightly caressing each nipple tip while blushing and laying a kiss on his lips staining my lipstick and blushing as my lipstick smeared off me feeling the tingle on lips , he touches my breasts and they begin growing a lot
I, Mistress Andrea Tiffany, am proudly owned by Goddess Sasha.April 12, 2020 at 12:35 pm #140257sissyfit boiParticipantThe LACY PLACE Casino & Bar is to prepare me for my new occupation as one of the many working “girls” Female impersonators who strut shamelessly flirting and COCK teasing the poor gentlemen to the point where they can barely keep their fully erected cock in the pants. It’s NEVER too late in life for a career change and help me achieve my dream job as a…
Even at a early age this became an obsession with me. Even to the point
…of tossing all my OLD TOYS away.
…and finding sumthin’ that gave me a
BIGGER and BETTER ”WOODY”!
The BUNNY is a cross between a hostess showgirl and a barmaid waitress, well versed in the art of charming and the seduction of the male customer. i mean in what other profession does one get to wear such a sexy tightly corseted uniform with matching bunny ears and fluffy cottontail? Would you be surprise to know the sexy eyecandy that wiggles “her” bunnytail was once a… man?
How did sumthin’ like that happen, you may ask?
Sit back and i’ll tell the story how i became one of the world famous symbol of the glamorous PlayBoi Bunnies. NOT only do i pretend to be one of those girls i wish to even pose in the pinup centerfolds of smutty magazines and have men masturbate and jerk up at my image.April 12, 2020 at 9:33 pm #140376BobbbieParticipant
In the land of Hop, in the deep, dark forest that lay between the sea and the mountains lived a community of bunnies. The bunnies were protected from the wild creatures that lived in the forest by the magic of the Easter Bunny. The Easter Bunny lived beyond the mountains, and was both loved and feared by the bunnies because once a year, on the first full moon of spring, the Easter Bunny would visit the bunnies and leave them chocolate eggs on their pillows while they slept. But also on that same night one of the bunnies would disappear forever. The bunnies imagined that the Easter Bunny took one of their sisters and did wicked things to her in payment for the chocolatey treats.
And so this year, Bobbie Bunny slipped into bed wearing her best bunny outfit, hoping to find chocolate eggs on her pillow the following morning.
Bobbie Bunny opened her eyes and stared in horror at the face looking down at her. The face of the Easter Bunny, illuminated only by the moon shining in to her burrow. Easter Bunny was on all fours on top of Bobbie as she lay in bed. A strange magic held Bobbie fast so she couldn’t move.
”There you are” said the Easter Bunny, smiling like a wolf. Bobby could only stammer, “Pl…please don’t”.
”Now, be quiet for a moment”, said the Easter Bunny, and there was magic behind her words that made Bobbie want to be quiet more than anything else in the world.
”I have other uses for your little mouth” said her captor, and Easter Bunny slowly pulled down her top and let her soft, warm breasts fall onto Bobbie’s face.
Confused but aroused Bobbie searched with her mouth for the hard nipples that she felt bobbing against her cheeks. She felt her little poker swell in response, and groaned softly as Easter Bunny’s fingernails feathered the soft satin between Bobbies legs, then undid her buttons so that her little poker fell free.
Bobbie pulled her gaze away from the big eyes peering down at her and looked instead at what was going on between her legs. She was surprised to see the Easter Bunny had a Poker all of her own, though it was strapped to Her like a belt.
“Choose little Bobbie, chocolate treats in the morning or a lifetime serving me.” As the question was asked, Bobbie felt the Easter Bunny’s Poker press against her little peep hole.
Bobbie thought of the chocolatey goodness that would await her in the morning if she wanted it. But her mind was made up. It was no decision at all really. And in so doing, the spell was broken. Bobbie was released. She put her arms around Easter Bunny’s neck, pulled her into a kiss, and felt Easter Bunny press forward inside her. The two bunnies disappeared in a whisper and were never heard of again.
Looking for friends not sex
I live in New Zealand so I am probably posting when most of you are getting your beauty sleepApril 13, 2020 at 8:02 am #140479sissyfit boiParticipanti still have my Baby Blue Bunny Suit!
Yes. i would like to help out and earn my keep here too. As you know i lost at the set-for-life game and had to pay off my gambling debt, get this, as one of the Female Bunny servers. Thankfully, Miss Melissa had a nice easy monthly payment plan so, i could afford to FULL up that, lovely blue, tightly corseted uniform. Bunnies are required to master the famous “Bunny Dip” maneuver while serving drinks to keep our low-cut uniform in place. i go on to explain how many of the guys think rubbing a rabbit foot brings them good luck but if they get to rub a Bunny Girl’s nipple, they would think they’re
VERY LUCKY INDEED!
Since we don’t have pockets, we accept tips by sliding the chips between the soft cleavage of our breasts, (a place we Bunnies call the “coin slot”) You can see my nipples get hard and erect at the mere thought of this.April 13, 2020 at 11:29 am #140560poppyParticipantApril 19, 2020 at 10:08 am #142175Michelle BubblesParticipant
((OOC: I hadn’t yet posted because I was struggling to find a fantasy that would turn me on MORE than what I already do here in this wonderful site and in the corporation as a owned and enslaved sissy. Finally I realized, well, if I can’t find a bunny fantasy that excites me more… I should just present a little slice of life of yours truly Michelle Bubbles, M&R sissy #3469. Please enjoy!))
I enter the suite, my heels clicking on the hard floor, my ridicolous outfit flitting about around my waist and allowing my boobs to bounce around almost freely, offering so little coverage it may as well be nonexistant. The almost micking bunny ears on my head mirror their bounce, but are not nearly distracting enough to take the eyes away from my oversexed body, from my curvy ass, to my tiny waist, leading up to impossibly perky and soft mammaries, and finally to a face that constantly screams ‘I crave cock’, from the make up that is a mixture of whorish and classy to the permanent expression of a lust-drunk slut, thanks to the sissylink belt. Yet another buzz only serves to reinforce that expression and keep my desire impossibly high.
I look around the suite, afraid to make too much noise. I follow proper protocol, and stand at attention in the center of the room. Back arched, voulptuous ass back, prodigious chest out and shoulders back, my eyes low.
“Mister Simon, I am here for my training.”
I call out, trying to strike the perfect balance of respectful softness while still being heard should Mister Simon… Master… be in the bathroom or simply in the bedroom already. Usually he awaits me in full view, but sometimes it does happen that he runs late.
After a full 5 minutes of waiting in position, I allow myself to relax a bit… apparently this is one of those times.
I sigh and move my body a little, stretching my limbs. The cool air on my sensitive body sends shivers of delight down my spine, multiplied by the tight hug and light caress of the sexy outfit I wear and by another buzz of the belt. This one is stronger than usual, causing me to gasp softly, turning a simple stretch in me running my hands over my body, then caressing my breasts and letting one hand languidly go to my face and press a single, long nailed finger to my soft, plump, pink lips. The shock of delight from my sensitized suckers increases my bliss even more, a low moan escaping from the tantalizing cock-pillows.
I hate it all so much. I hate how much I love it.
I stiffen just a bit, a conscious reaction finally kicking in to rein myself down, and my hands fall back to my sides, slightly open to avoid touching my body, giving me the appearance of a dainty lady with slightly bent elbows, my big emerald eyes fluttering open as I try to regain control of myself. And I see my reflection in the glass overlooking the city, a wanton, oversexed little strumpet just begging for it, a slut who any man would love to cum all over and inside her, who knows it and encourages it.
I take a few steps forward, drinking her in. I barely remember how I looked before… when I was still Michael… I seem to only remember things that make me despair and hate this body even more.
How sex felt as a man. How much I loved sexy girls. How orgasming felt.
And I don’t even really hate those memories… what I do hate is how they compare to the now. And what that means.
Sex as a man compared to what I feel now is like comparing a flashlight to the sun. I still love sexy girls, but now when I see a cock I go delirious with the possibility of a sissygasm, an incredibly fleeting and temporary relief from the all-consuming lust. The relief. God, the relief I used to feel when orgasming. Do I even remember how that feels like? Would I still even be able to function without the lust occupying most of my brain? Or is that now a part of me that I will always crave even if the belt should one day magically fall off? It sure feels that way…
I should be thinking about my escape plan. I may have managed to escape already, if I could do some progress about it, and not just hastily piece together small piece by small piece in the very rare moments of lucidity I manage to have. And yet even now, just waiting and looking at myself, all I can think about is how Mister Simon will use me tonight. Will he make me suck his cock, impaling it deep in my throat, cutting off my oxygen for his pleasure and feeding me his seed, his delicious cum? Will he take me from behind, making me squeal for hours and paralyzing my brain with joy and bliss until I am fried by a wave of unending pleasure that gives me a few seconds of heavenly satisfaction before the return of my lust? Or will he just use me as a toy, not even giving me any pleasure, just making me pose for him as decoratio or as a waitress or as furniture even? All could happen. I tremble with desire at the simple thought, and I know I would love any of it.
I hate that.
The door opens behind me. I inhale sharply, my breath already accellerating. I know the moment I see him, everything will go out this window. I can barely make out his silhouette in the refelction as he enters, and that is enough to make my legs feel weak, my head light. He is going to use me, and I am going to love it. It doesn’t matter how much I hate that fact, it will happen. I desire not just his cock. I desire his dominance, his masculinity, his strength. Conditioned by now well over a year of pleasure, I still don’t know if my orientation changed. Am I bisexual now? Is this just artifical desire? Would I stop loving men and cocks and muscles and hard bodies and being manhandled and groped and kissed and bent over and being fucked like the slut I have more and more difficulty denying I am? I don’t know.
And I hate that.
“Good evening, Michelle. Excuse my delay… let’s go ahead and start with your inspection.”
I exhale, realizing only now I was holding my breath, lowering my eyes. I drop into a quick, automated curtsey, before turning halfway… my eyes still low, avoiding his. Delaying the moment I look at him. I reach behind myself, back arched, and lift my tiny skirt for inspection.
i can’t delay any longer, not without punishment. I raise my eyes.
A smile spreads on my lips, as I look lovingly at the man approaching. All my thoughts scatter from my brain, leaving only the desire and anticipation, the lust for his masculine presence deep inside me. I know I will hate this. I don’t care right now.
My name is Michelle Bubbles and I do what I am told
"How may I serve you today, Master? Send me a message with your orders and I will obey!"April 21, 2020 at 3:04 am #142649the MorriganParticipant
@lissadaniels you should find a way to open these kinds of contests to voting. 😈April 22, 2020 at 8:45 pm #143234aurissaParticipantApril 23, 2020 at 9:37 am #143297April 23, 2020 at 10:33 pm #143508LovekittenParticipant
Hoping into the competition I hope im not to late. I don’t understand why mistress insisted on gluing the ears and heels on. It feels very girly but I want to win first prize for my love. I hop around trying my best to look cute but feeling a bit silly.May 14, 2020 at 9:12 pm #148081
My instructor called me to the front of the class today. I hate this because they make us wear such short skirts, and I know the other girls are staring at me as I walk up to her desk. She tells me my behavior has improved well since my arrival, and that due to their primary candidate being abruptly unavailable, she was selecting me for a special assignment and I was to hurry to the 2nd floor to meet with Mr Allan. DO NOT DELAY, she shouted at me as I exited into the hallway as fast as I dare in my heels. I don’t know why felt so excited, but it made me feel special to be picked over the other girls.
Mr Allan’s hair was short and dark with a side part and a low fade. Why am I noticing hair styles? He did not look pleased as I approached, saying he knew I would not show up dressed appropriately. He opens a nearby locker door and combing past several items, pulls out a thin cardboard box which he then shoves it into my hands. You need to get changed, he demands. In my short time here thus far, I’ve quickly learned not to refuse clothes or anything for that matter, and promptly curtsey to show my gratitude. I look around and ask where I can change at. His eyes just look down to the spot I’m standing as a sneering grin crosses over his face.
I remove my clothes and open the box to find a pink bunny ears headband with matching high cut one piece. I suddenly don’t know if I’m more embarrassed to be standing here naked in front of this man or to put on these clothes. I bite my lip slightly fretting, but decide I better do as he wants. He looks somewhat pleased with how I fill out the outfit, which boosts my confidence and contagiously makes smile. My mood quickly terrifies as he tells me to follow him to see the group and that I better be entertaining.
He opens a nearby door to what looks like a teachers lounge. There is a mix of finely dressed men and women seated on the various chairs and couches. His strong hand traces down to the small of my back before resting his palm just above my butt. He senses my reluctance and gently but firmly pushes me into the room while whispering into my ear, Don’t you dare embarrass me. With a celebratory greeting to the group, Mr Allan thanks them for their patience. It’s been a treat getting to see the magic happen, one of the guests pipes up. Mr Allan takes a seat on one of the couches, then points to me to start my performance.
Unsure of what to do, I stand there and wiggle my hips a little from side to side. You’re a rabbit, Jump for us, hollers one of the guests. I bend my arms up keeping my wrists limp in a begging position and with my knees tucked together I try to bounce forward a little. The audience seems to get a kick out of my efforts which encourages me to keep going. Let me tell you, it’s extremely hard to walk in heels, let alone jump. After several successful bounces, I land awkwardly and stumble to the feet of one of the guests. I hear another guest shout, Give her a treat! Out of the corner of my eye, I see something fly through the air. I look up to the guest in front of me and see he is holding a long orange carrot near his groin. Come on, Come get the carrot sweetie, he implores to me very direct like an order. I slowly crawl forward on my hands and knees sliding my head up between his legs. I stop with my mouth just short of the extended tip of the carrot. The guest inches the carrot forward to rub it across the outline of my lips like lipstick. Using the carrot, he pulls down on my lower lip to open my mouth up. Teasingly he encircles just the tip of my tongue with the end of the carrot. Very nice, very good, he quietly grunts to me. He starts clapping his hands together and begins to lift his leg over my head to stand. As he does so, his hips and groin slide forward and slowly brush his bulge against my cheek. Good show Mr Allan, we will be in touch, he says.
Mr Allan orders me to get on my feet and face the wall until he returns. I push myself up using the chair. I can feel my butt jiggle as I take rushed but tiny measured steps in an effort to prevent myself from stumbling again in my heels. Mr Allan thanks the guests for their time and invites them to follow him down to the lobby. Now I stand here all alone in this big academy, nervous, and waiting for his return. Will he be pleased, or am I expecting a punishment?May 14, 2020 at 9:14 pm #148082May 28, 2020 at 3:29 pm #150215
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