1. A Bunny In The Garden


    Date: 5/23/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    waistline. I tried to stand up, but her hand on my back kept me as I was. “Stay. We’re not finished.” She reached over me and I saw pull a rubber hose with a ball on one end from the box. I wasn’t a stranger to porn and kink, and this time, my mind quickly made the connections. “No!” I complained once more. “I’m already full enough!” “Tut, tut. You’re nothing, little princess.” She nestled with the plug to attach the hose, and the feeling of it wiggling inside me felt much more arousing that I wanted to admit. But then a soft, hissing sound filled the air and my eyes widened. I felt the rubber inside my bum expand and press against my walls. It grew noticeable longer. I gasped, but Mrs. Greenberg already squeezed again and I started to feel bloated inside. I whimpered, and she giggled merrily behind me, expanding that thing in my bum more and more. My breath hitched and my thighs started to tremble. The insides of my bum felt like a whole fist had been stuck there, and I started to fear I would be unable to move at all. Thankfully, she stopped, and I felt her unscrew the rubber pump. “Only one more thing left here,” she commented while she put it back into the box. What she lifted out next looked like a round, fluffy white feather duster at first glance, but then I saw its pink base and everything became clear. She somehow affixed it to the outer side of my panties, and when she tipped it with her hand, the plug wiggled inside me. I moaned. “Horny thing,” she mock ...
    chastised. “You can stand back up.” When I was standing straight again, she had already plucked another item from the box - a hair band with two large, floppy, fluffy white bunny ears to match the tail she had just give me. My cheeks turned crimson when she set it into my mousy brown, shoulder-length hair. “Such a nice bunny,” she told me appreciatively. “I wonder… Oh yes, of course!” I had no idea what she was talking about - not yet. I did though when she produced a pair of pink, high-heeled sandals from the box. “Oh no! I won’t be able to walk on the grass in those!” I protested, taking in the almost needle-thin points of the heels. “And that exactly is why you will be wearing them,” she told me and pushed me gently backwards against the table. “Lift your left leg.” Five minutes later, I was standing on these thin, high heels on the tiled patch next to the table. The sandals were a size too short and the leather straps bit into my skin, but she had brushed away all my complaints and told me that bad girls deserved to suffer a little. Somehow, the way she had stared into my eyes and drawled the words had reached directly down into my stuffed pussy and made my breath tremble. I had no idea how she was doing it, not the slightest, but somehow, I felt myself get wrapped in unbreakable shackles. “Stay!” she ordered once again and went back into the house. This time, she didn’t take as long, and she was soon back with an assortment of thin white ropes in her hand. I didn’t even try to ...
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