1. A Bunny In The Garden


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

    question her or protest when she wrapped one of these around my legs in a figure-eight pattern, just above my knees, nor did I when she repeated this around my ankles. But then my eyes shot wide open when she brushed against my left breast and also wrapped a rope around it. “What…” I tried to ask. She didn’t let me finish. “You’ll see.” She tightened the loop enough so it would definitely not slip off, then tied a knot and pulled on it to make sure it didn’t slip. The base of my breast was tightly compressed, and when I looked down, it stood lewdly away in a perfect orb. She made me lift my hand close to my breast and tied the end of the rope around it, leaving perhaps twelve inches of slack rope. While she equally adorned my other breast - and while I tried my best to ignore how wonderful her inadvertent touches felt - her devious intentions became clear. There were no words spoken when she helped me get down on my knees. The dildos nestled inside me pushed against my walls with every movement and added a layer of arousal to my embarrassment. Once I had wiggled my way off the hard tiles and onto the softer grass, she started walking. “Come!” she ordered sharply, slowly walking backwards towards the hedge where I had started weeding, and all I could do was hop awkwardly by sitting down on my haunches, then propelling my body up- and forward. I pulled on the ropes around my breasts which made them bounce even more than they did anyway, and I wanted to vanish into the ground ...
    when the whole depravity of my performance hit home. Yet, inch for inch, I bounced and wiggled my way after her, following her mocking giggles across the lawn. I started to sweat, but she didn’t give me any time to get my breathing back. It took me ages, but finally I reached the edge of the flower bed. Weeding, with my constricted movement, meant that I had to bend far forward, then awkwardly pluck at the weeds, sit upright again and lean to the side to be able to reach the jute bag. It was hard labor, straining my body all over, and the pain from my knees and the too-small shoes didn’t help any. Yet the objects in my pussy and ass kept wiggling and pushing inside me every time I bent my waist and held my arousal alive. “Keep weeding,” Mrs. Greenberg ordered and walked away. The sun burned down on me mercilessly. I had no idea how long I had been working. There was no need for naughty fantasies to distract me though, the dildo and plug did enough of that, but I almost cried out disappointment when my thighs started to cramp yet the jute bag was only halfway filled. I gradually became aware of soft, mewling sounds, and I dared to kneel upright and look over my shoulder. My breath hitched. Mrs. Greenberg was sitting on a comfy reclining chair, her skirt discarded and the top, which turned out to be a bodice, unbuttoned between her milky-white thighs so her pussy was in full view. Her fingers were flying up and down through her rosy nether lips and her head was tilted back in ...
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