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Sylvia's Bunny
By Stingray 5
This story is based on some factual events, although I wish it were all
true. Sylvia is my ex boss though and knows something of my penchant
for feminine dress. For U.S. viewers, tights read as pantyhose.
***
I had the rare opportunity to do some overtime at work. It wasn't a
regular thing, but afforded me the chance to act out a little adventure
that I had been longing to try. Sometimes, things act as an inspiration
for some crazy self bondage game and the Easter themed sale offer -
that Sylvia had put up in the shop window downstairs - was something
that had triggered an idea in my head. I loved the idea of combining my
obsession for tights with self-bondage - even better, being in a
location where there was some risk, all adding to the excitement and
suspense.
At 5.30, my boss Sylvia shouted goodbye up the stairs on her way out
and I heard the door close. She was a short, plump-ish brunette,
divorcee in her late 40's. In the day-to-day work environment, I found
her bossy demeanour overbearing and was one of the least compliant
staff members; in secret, her dominant attitude was a turn on. She
didn't have a great figure and was a little short for my liking, but
always wore heels and tights, more so since the recent divorce.
At this point, I had butterflies in my stomach - that familiar feeling
that came before one of my little experiments. Another added stimulus
that was now starting to overpower me was the double dose of viagra
that I had taken 30 minutes earlier. After taking one, I had waited,
expecting a sudden rush of sexual excitement. Stupidly enough, after 10
minutes, I had taken another; thinking the first hadn't taken affect.
30 minutes later, I was starting to really get the effect - my cock was
hard and I felt like it wanted to jump out my trousers. I was sure I
could keep the feeling under control, but had been more than a little
silly to take two.
I was alone in the office and I began to unpack my "kit" - tights,
handcuffs and a few little extra things. I had to be careful, as I
could possibly be seen from outside, so going around the corner behind
all the stationary stocked shelves, I began to undress. Once fully
naked, I began to ease the tights over my feet and up my legs - wow,
the feel of the nylon and Lycra went straight to my cock. I
particularly loved black, sheer to waist, shiny, opaque style tights
and I always carefully cut a hole in the gusset to allow my cock, balls
and arse to show through, ensuring I was able to stimulate them fully
when needed.
I then put my special condom over my cock and balls. Something I had
sent away for specially, it was made from extra thick rubber and
covered my cock and balls completely like a second skin. My balls hung
down as normal, but encased in their own rubber sack. Next, I put the
thick leather belt around my waist with the handcuffs attached at the
back. Finally, the last little prop and one that would add the final
indignity - if I were discovered (which I didn't plan on). I placed my
bunny girl ears on my head; I could already feel a strange sense of
humiliation already.
I had everything in place and on schedule - I was expected to work till
7, so I now had over an hour to remain cuffed and have my little
adventure. I put my arms behind my back and started to close the cuffs.
I could feel them tighten as they ratcheted closed and I used the
little key to click the safety on so they didn't tighten anymore. I
stood there for a minute, feeling the nylon tight on my legs and arse.
I perched myself up on my nylon toes and felt my cock push forward - I
had never felt so turned on in my life. The hardness was very intense -
I could almost feel it throb and this was without any self-stimulation.
I teetered back to the desk and placed the key alongside my personal
belongings. My clothes, handcuff keys and one or two little extra
bondage accessories were at my desk and I had the whole building to
play in.
As my heart pumped ten to the dozen I began my little adventure. Even
though I was alone, I tip toed off, up the stairs to the print
department. This was so kinky, being alone, dressed in something as
erotic and humiliating as this, restrained and yet putting myself in a
risky predicament. On the top floor, I walked around, sometimes,
crouching away from open windows. Wow, half naked and bound - my cock
twitched away as the viagra seemed to take an even stronger hold of me.
It was really starting to grip me and I decided I needed to go down to
Sylvia's office for some cock rubbing on her chair - the ultimate
demeaning thing and also a big risk.
I tip toed downstairs. It all felt so strange in my stocking feet,
being at work and dressed as I was - if my colleagues could see me now,
how utterly humiliating I would be. I had to make a little dash at the
final stair section and into Sylvia's office. Once inside, I really
felt I was in a risky situation. My heart raced and my cock pulsed.
Intuitively, I knelt down by her office chair - my boss's office chair
- and began to stroke my rubber-sheathed cock up and down on the seat
section. Sheer bliss! The viagra made my cock so hard and sensitive,
that everything felt so stimulating. I thrust my nylon-sheathed hips
back and forth as my cock pumped against the surface. I was lost in the
self-stimulation like a man possessed - if only I could use my hands, I
would be able to orgasm and reach the final level.
I could stay like this all night, I thought, as I rocked back and
forward, kneeling at Sylvia's "throne." The fact it was her chair added
so much extra spice to the event. Even the loud sound of telephones
ringing in the background didn't distract me from my masturbatory
heaven. I crouched, pumping back and forward almost animalistic,
gasping and groaning - my cock felt so energised and hard as steel and
seemed to impel me to satisfy its need for stimulation. I had lost
track of the time and the minutes flow by.
I crouched, thrusting, pumping, gasping, drooling - and then, "what's
going on?" It felt like someone had suddenly gripped my head in a vice
and my bubble suddenly burst! I heard Sylvia step towards me from the
doorway and stand behind my back. I daren't look round. "I don't know
what all this is, but you are in my office and it doesn't look much
like work to me?" Her voice had that sharpness and manner she showed
when irritated with a member of staff- but this was a little different.
I was speechless and was still trying to catch my breath from my
incessant self-stimulation. As she edged in front of me, I could see
her plump-ish, nylon sheathed legs and over the knee skirt. She was
dressed in tan coloured nylons - 15 denier maybe with a sexy sheen from
the Lycra. A light blue blouse and brown skirt, matched with brown, 3
inched heel courts.
She eased the chair behind her and sat down. My face red already - was
now burning with shame. I kept my head down slightly, but my cock
remained adamantly stiff and erect. I heard the rasp of nylon, as she
crossed her legs. "I regard this as very unseemly conduct. I am paying
you to be here working overtime and I come in to find this. I rang you
several times and you didn't answer, so I came back thinking there must
be a problem...and what do I find?" I felt like I was sinking into the
carpet and felt dizzy. "I have never seen behaviour like this from any
member of staff; what if someone else had come in and found
this...this...this behaviour?" I let out a small whimper. "Would you
like the other members of staff to know what you get up to when working
late?"
She semi taunted me with the words and I felt like my whole world was
falling apart. I couldn't even use my hands to get up and run away - I
felt like a trapped animal. But still my cock had a mind of its own and
twitched and strained in its rubber sheath.
She crossed her legs in an arrogant and controlling way, "well, what do
you have to say?" I could here my heart pounding and my cock throbbing
- abject humiliation and yet my hard erect cock showed another side.
Then her fingers lifted my chin up and my eyes met hers, "well, Mr
Bunny." Her eyes widened behind her glasses and I could see she had a
wicked smile on her face.
"Syl...Syl... Sylvia," I stuttered, " I am so sorry - I can try and
explain and I apologise...I..."
Her finger pressed to my lips, "Shush, now lets look at you - stand
up." I eased myself up off the carpet, fully aware of my cock bobbing
around, comically. I could feel my ears balanced on my head and had to
carefully stand up with no help from her. As I stood, she sat back and
looked me in the eye; a look of amusement as if to say, 'do you know
how stupid you really look?' My eyes sank to the floor again and yet,
because of the viagra, I couldn't take my eyes off her Lycra clad legs.
She instantly saw the connection and re-crossed her legs, making a
rasping noise again and causing my cock to twitch eagerly again.
"Well, it's your choice - would you like me to tell Leslie and Jacquie
and even Linda, or shall we deal with this ourselves - your choice" she
purred.
I stood there, exposed, throbbing, red faced, with my hands wriggling
in pathetic hopelessness - caught in a trap of my own making.
"Can...can we keep this a...secret Sylvia?" I whispered.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that?" she said, amusingly, enjoying
every moment of watching me squirm.
"Please keep it secret and I will promise to be a perfect employee," I
whimpered. My nylon knees trembled and the tights held me in their
Lycra grip of shame.
"Of course. As long as you do as you are told, it will be our little
secret. Now lets see - I think some staff training may be required."
This was a sarcastic reference to the regular staff training she did,
midweek, which I didn't attend. Stand there and I need to make a few
adjustments to your 'uniform.'" She walked out the office and came back
in a few minutes later with some items from the shop. "Now these are
some new items we have in. I think once fitted ion you, I will feel
much more assured that you are behaving yourself for me." She sat back
down and wrapped her hand around my cock - the feeling was electric!
"Come here, a little closer," I shuffled forward as I almost went dizzy
from the stimulation of her hand. I hadn't realised she was this kinky!
She started to wrap a plastic band around the base of my cock and
balls. It fastened almost like a watchstrap, but used a special tool to
seal the end. I felt it grip me really, really tightly and a feeling of
warm came through. "Now this little ring is self sealing. There's an
adhesive inside it that's activated on contact, so its now keeping your
little rubber covering firmly glued on." I was still lost in the
sensation of her handling me down there, so I couldn't fully focus on
her words. She then applied another one round the base of my balls, so
they were stretched down. She tightened it and I felt my balls separate
downwards from my body. Once again, there was a feeling of heat as the
plastic bonded to the rubber sheath then only the tightness of the two
rings making a constant grip on my cock and balls. Looking down my cock
looked even bigger and more strained in its rubber sheath. She had put
a small D ring through the testicle band which she then tied some cord
to.
"Now sit down," she ordered. I shuffled round and sat in her chair
whilst she gathered a few more things. "Now open wide, " she cooed, as
I looked up wide eyed as she started to pack my mouth with several pair
of her worn tights that she had in her desk. Soon my mouth was chipmunk
like and I mewed behind the packing. "Sooooo pretty," she whispered, as
she began to place single strips of thick insulating tape over my lips,
beneath my nose and under my chin till at last my lower face was sealed
and soundless.
Standing me up, she then said "bend over;" she pushed my back forward
and I bent forward. "Now, I think big bunny needs a baby bunny inside
him - just relax." I felt her start to press something to my anal
passage. The hole in the tights stretched from my cock and balls, to
just above my arse, so she had full access. I could feel something soft
and rubbery begin to ease into my back passage and grunted in surprise.
"Shussssh - just a little something extra," she cooed in a mock
motherly tone. It was a good job I was clear up there, as I felt her
fingers push one of the inflatable novelty bunnies from the window
display, up inside me. Finally it all nearly felt there and I couldn't
believe what was happening - problem was, my cock was practically
shaking with appreciation at the extra prostrate stimulation. I then
felt more fiddling round, as she used a small tube, inserted into the
valve on the bunny, to inflate it. I heard her blowing and could feel
the rubber toy start to inflate in my bottom. I groaned as it enlarged
and began to fill all the space available. Just when I didn't think it
would go any further, she lodged the cap into it and sealed it with
glue. I felt like I would give birth through my arse and as she eased
me up, I could barely keep my nyloned legs straight. I pleaded with me
eyes, "awwwwwwwwww, there, there" she stroked my face in mock sympathy
"How's that," she said, as she squeezed my balls tightly. I whimpered
and tried to shriek, but hardly any noise came out. "Lets get you back
to you desk, shall we - work isn't over yet." She fastened some cord to
the d ring at my balls and slowly led me out the office and up the
stairs. I waddled behind her, gripped by the site of my bosses Lycra
clad legs, leading me along. My cock bobbed up and down and I could see
the pre-cum frothing already at the tip. The spunk was simmering and
bubbling in my balls and felt as though they had swelled up to double
their size. I followed her in my stocking feet, arms behind me, having
gone from humiliation to sex drugged slavery in a matter of 20 minutes.
Reaching my desk, she looped my ball leash to the chair and collected
the cuff keys. "These must be for your little cufflinks, I see," she
winked at me. "Now I think we should begin your staff training." She
suddenly had a look in her eyes like she had really trapped her prey.
She began to position me. Firstly positioning me so that I was sitting
in reverse on an office chair, then easing me backwards till I was
lying on another chair. This meant my arms weren't squashed beneath me,
but I was between the two chairs in a prone position. I watched her as
she spoke and began to take off her blouse and skirt. She slipped her
tight looking girdle over her tights and down to the floor, and then
stood over me in her bra, tights and heels. She took a small envelope
opener and began to cut into the gusset of her tights. She then
straddled me and I was helpless to move anywhere.
"Training time," she said, as she gripped the cord to my balls and
started to lower herself onto my rock hard cock. She was already
dripping wet from her sense of control. She beamed down at me, as she
lowered right down, took me in deep and pulled the slack on my testicle
leash. I was gripped by nylon, Lycra, bondage and feeling like I was
completely full from the bottom bunny. "Good boy" she cooed as she took
her first ride of my cock; her eyes glinted with desire and control.
I started to mew behind the nylon gag as she began to piston up and
down. My arms strained in their useless captivity. I wriggled my feet
in a pathetic sign of sissy helplessness. I felt her legs slide as our
Lycra lubricated thighs hissed together. As she rode up and down, I
felt the bottom bunny pump and contort in my arse, but it remained
wedged deep and firm. She started to bite her lip and gasp as she felt
the intoxication of it all. She looked into my sex drug fuelled eyes
and I whimpered back at her. I couldn't believe how tight her pussy
felt on my rubberised cock. Her bottom pumped up and down on my spunk
filled balls.
Up and down, she groaned and gasped. My cock felt like it was filling
up with spunk and about to explode. My balls felt like they were
expanding by the second. I couldn't believe, Sylvia, my dominant bitchy
boss was riding me in her bra and tights. I had no control over her as
she began to speed up and I could feel a weeks worth of backed up spunk
waiting to spill into the condom. She felt my cock give an irregular
twitch and could see my wide eyes start to blink, as I was about to
come. She lifted her legs and dug her heels into the top of my thighs,
like I was a pony. She also tugged the testicle leash sharply and
smiled at me - I winced and grunted and felt the pain put a stop to my
orgasm. She wasn't about to let me finish now.
As I tried to catch my breath, she quickened her pace and pushed down
more firmly. Her hand rubbed away at her swollen clit and she gasped as
she reached another plateaux of pleasure - at my expense. I couldn't
even jerk my hips and my bunny filled bottom felt like it would pop any
second. But still my cock raged even harder and I felt my balls pump
more spunk into the head of my cock.
The office chairs began rolling slightly as she rode me harder. I
rolled my head and pleaded with my eyes to be allowed to cum, but she
just mouthed a big no with her lips and went back to a look of ecstasy.
I could really feel her nylon encased arse pumping against my
rubberised balls. I wiggled my toes as the only release I had from
Sylvia's frenzied rape of me. Even though I pleaded with my eyes, my
cock remained firmly planted in her sopping wet pussy - penetrating
deep and the throbbing giving her an almost vibrator like buzz.
She started to really gasp now and buck her chest forward. Our eyes met
and for the first me, she showed some element of loss of control. Her
eyes widened and I signalled to her that I knew she was close to
cumming. She stared at me and bit her lip; her hips bucking up and down
and her pussy gripping my cock in the final stages of her imminent
climax. "Oooooohhh" she gasped. I felt my cock twitching again and the
fluid levels starting to rise once more. I was wide-eyed and about to
go out my mind if I didn't cum soon.
I managed to get some leverage and to start to pump my own hips up to
meet hers. We synchronised and began our climb towards orgasm. I thrust
up and she pumped down, my cock in a vice like grip. Our tights were
sweat soaked but still enabled us to slip together. She started to moan
and I began to mew in unison. The pace became faster and the thrusts
shorter as my cock was gripped inside her almost locked by her vaginal
muscles.
We both looked at each other and nodded as though to say, 'now." As she
let out a long and deep moan, I felt my penis begin to pulse; all my
backed up spunk began to rise up through my hot cock, then - bang! I
was back down to earth as she dug her heels in and tugged mercilessly
at the ball leash. The pain froze me and I couldn't reach my orgasm. At
the same time, she was writhing around, leash in hand moaning and in
ecstasy. I was moaning behind the gag, in pain and frustration.
As she slowed she looked down at me and let out a long deep sigh.
Wiping her sweat soaked hair out of her face she eased off me. My cock
remained erect and there was froth inside the rubber from the pent up
pre-cum. By balls ached and I lay there helpless to even touch myself.
"Such a good boy" she gasped. "Now, you want some release don't you?" I
nodded my head in desperation. She knelt down by me and eased my legs
up so that my feet where resting on the top of the back of the chair,
as though I was in labour. She looked me in the eye as her hand slowly
gripped my cock. "Mmmmmmm, that was sooooooooooooo good. Staff training
will be a regular thing from now on, but as for staff draining, we'll
see..." she slowly pumped my cock and it felt wonderful. Up, down, up,
down.
"Now as I pump you, you must pump that little baby bunny inside you -
it's time to 'give birth', so to speak," she giggled and I looked
shocked through my sex-crazed gaze. How could I push that thing out?
She tugged my cock in an encouraging way and I began to start to pump
my arse at the same time. I let out a babyish mewing sound and she
cooed at me in a motherly supportive way. Up and down, up and down she
pumped, "good boy, good boy for mummy... come on...that's it, we want
to see baby bunny come out." Her ministrations and encouragement drove
me wild and I squirmed and wriggled my arse. As I pumped my bottom I
could feel the rubber toy start to budge and rub. She increased the
speed to encourage me and smiled a reassuring smile. "If you're a good
boy, I won't tell anyone...so come on." The threat of even more
humiliation was enough to make my cock throb even more and it now
pulsed in her grip. She giggled, as she knew how to push my buttons.
Up, down, up, down.
Her hand and my arse were in synch now, as she pumped and I pushed. I
started to grunt in desperation, but she only increased her hand speed
when she decided. If I slowed my bottom pumping, she would slow her
masturbation speed, so I had to keep in time with her. "That's it, good
boy." I was lost in a world of subservience and humiliation. Pump,
pump, pump, pump.
We began to get faster together and my hips bucked up and down. Her
hand slid on the slick, pussy, soaked rubber and as it came down,
pressed against my balls and pushed the spunk pressure up further.
Finally I started to get real close. I locked her gaze with my eyes and
she looked back at me, reassuring with her eyes that I she would allow
me to cum. Her hand was now pumping away like crazy and I felt my arse
would expand - whether I liked it or not - and release the toy. Pump,
pump, pump, pump.
Her grip was like iron and I felt the familiar push of fluids towards
the head of my cock. The spunk in my balls felt like it was boiling
over. I knew I was a few strokes away from release and she looked at me
intently as if to say 'I will allow it'. I looked back at her, eyes
wide as I felt the surge go through me. My bottom gave one big pump and
the bunny toy began to slide out. My arse stretched wider than I
thought possible and I grunted behind the gag. At the same time, she
mercilessly tugged the ball cord again - it felt like my testicles
would come off - I screamed behind the gag, from shock, pain and
denial. "There he is...gooooooooooood boy. You've given birth to a
lovely baby bunny - ha ha!" The toy slid out and I stared at the
ceiling, denied once more and totally broken.
I lay there as she stood and dressed. She had a look of satisfaction on
her face and sniggered at my demoralised state. "Right, just stay
there." I wasn't going anywhere as she walked away; I was lost in my
own little world as she teetered back. "Now, seeing as you are my
employee of the month, you will keep this nice little rubber cock
device on - that means the rings also. Since they are glued on, you
wont be taking any of this off, till I allow you to. And since you
aren't allowed any fiddling round with it, I am going to add something
else also." She knelt down and took some scissors and snipped a small
hole in the very tip of the teat of the condom. Then to my surprise she
started to slide what looked like a long tube down the hole and into my
urethra (At this stage my cock was too drugged up to feel it). When the
tube was all the way in, I noticed there was what looked like an
aerosol nozzle on the end. She eased it till the rubber was around the
nozzle and sealed it with special solvent. "There, all sealed in." I
looked in total disbelief - my cock and balls were sealed in the rubber
condom, with the rings glued at the base of my cock and also round the
base of my balls. Now she had inserted a make shift catheter with an
aerosol cap into the end of cock!
"Basically, you can pee, very carefully through this, but it's so small
as you wont be able to pass any sperm. This all stays on, " she said
firmly, "or I tell the girls - UNDERSTAND?" I nodded my head - I
already knew no one would believe she had practically raped me, but
were more likely to believe that I was a pervert that wore tights in
bondage. She helped me up and unlocked the cuffs, and helped me ease
the tape off. I felt like I had really been through it physically and
mentally, but my cock remained - as ever - hard and straining.
"One more thing - you must wear these all week to work as well as your
tights - I want you to know you are under my strict supervision at all
times." I pulled her panty girdle up my Lycra clad legs. Easing it up,
I felt it push put even more pressure on my balls - they were full to
the brim and I was sure they felt so much bigger than yesterday. "Now
when you pee, you must do it over a sink, as it will spray out. And
remember, don't try and masturbate with it in - you'll only end up with
a nasty accident as your spunk is too thick to get past the nozzle -
plus you wont be able to pee then will you - silly boy!" I nodded my
head as I dressed.
She gave me a lift home and dropped me off. From then on, things were
certainly different for me at work. I lived in constant fear of being
exposed. She gave me my daily dose of viagra to keep me nice and hard
in my tights and panty girdle. The little blow up bunny sat on my desk
as a constant reminder of my ongoing predicament.
There were other incidents too...
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