1. A Bunny In The Garden


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

    breaths seemed to spur her on even more, and she bucked like a rodeo horse while she rode out her climax. I couldn’t help the little bell of pride that kept ringing in my heart, knowing that I had made her come so hard. When she released me, we were both fighting for air. She grinned brightly, and I couldn’t help thinking about her promise of making me hers, whatever that was supposed to mean. “You really want to come now, don’t you?” It was a moot question, and she didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, she stood up and stepped around me, walking over the table and fetching the plastic box. The bunny ears went back into it first, then she freed my wrists and breasts, the latter a deep red and rather swollen by now. I looked down at them a little frightened, but she clucked her tongue. “There’s no damage, and they’ll be back to normal in no time.” Well, she had to know. I certainly had no experience with such games. Next she helped me slip off the sandals, then helped me stand upright and removed the ropes around my legs. I sighed in relief when I was finally able to shake them out. Unscrewing the bunny tail brought fresh wiggling arousal, but I was determined not to let on just how much I had come to enjoy this. Once it was off, she nestled with the back of my panties and a soft hissing accompanied the strange feeling of the plug shrinking inside me. It was only a tiny jab of pain when she pulled the plug out of me, then she slid the panties down. The dildo left a gaping ...
    void in my pussy, and as if it only became aware of how much it needed stimulation now that the last of it had gone, it throbbed with empty desire. I whimpered. “Yes, yes, I know,” Mrs. Greenberg told me with a slight sneer, “you’ll get yours soon enough.” She dropped the special panties in the box and headed off once more with a short, snappy, “Stay!” towards me. This time, she went to the shed and emerged only a few seconds later with a wooden sawhorse. Or what resembled one, I thought after a closer look when she put the four-legged frame on the ground next to me. The top bar was made from a darker wood and polished to gleaming perfection, curved instead of flat and interspersed with triangular dents with rounded edges. “What are you waiting for? Get on it!” I had no idea what she was up to, but I complied. The bar was only a few inches below my pussy, cool and smooth between my thighs, and I started a little forlornly at her. “Oh, come on, don’t play silly. You may come!” I still didn’t get her, but then she made some rocking motions with her hips and it became clear. She expected me to rub my pussy on the wooden bar! I looked up, wide-eyed, and saw her point the camera at me, a tiny red light gleaming on its front. “Oh my god,” I gasped, but when she didn’t move the slightest bit, a strange feeling, almost like lucid dreaming, gripped me, and I felt my thighs part and lowered my pussy onto the wood. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but the wooden bar promised release, a ...
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