Author: Difficult-Egg-9274

As I strolled through the bar, I flirted with the men, “How are you today Mr. Smith? Will I be entertaining you later Mr. Rogers? How about another drink, Mr. Brate?”

All these men I had been entertaining each week, being ingrained into my memory, the tips were better when I remembered their names and I had to make sure I did, or else they might choose to punish me. Doing little dances, remembering drinks and knowing what they liked to feel was becoming a second nature, I was slowly giving over to the bar.

Many bunnies had worked there for a long time, and I could see why, once I had found out what happened to Anna, my stomach did turn a little bit. She was turned into a room service sex doll, when me stayed over and didn’t have a bunny with them, they could call room service to send one up. Always gagged, and forced to carry a tray of toys and punishment devices, that was their life for 2 weeks. Read more »

She led me down a corridor behind the bag of the bar and into a small lounge, a heavily tattooed lady stood there, “What can I do for you Rue?”

“I have a lovely bunny here, who I would love to be the first to wear our new uniforms,” said mistress, guiding me of a chair in the middle of the room.

“What did this one do to deserve that,” asked the lady.

“Oh nothing special, she’s just our newest bunny, I think she deserves something special,” cooed Rue, placing her hands on my shoulders.

“Mistr-“ my word was cut off as an uncomfortably large ball gag was forced into my mouth, I heard Rues laugh as she did up the back.

“Don’t worry little bunny, it will be over before you know it,” she whispered into my ear.

I felt her cuff my arms and legs to the chair before cutting off the top of my uniform, “I’m gonna leave your tail in so that as the pleasure fills your body, you have something to focus on.”

She smiled and stood back, “This’ll only take a second, right Aries.” Read more »

I woke up subtly, rolling over to see the man in bed next to me, he’d made sure I knew I was his all week. He kept telling me how beautiful I was and that I’m such a good bunny, keeping him company. Every night he had gotten me to stay he made sure to mark me and fill me, load after load, even now I could feel some remnants of his cum in my ass.

I had not see my mistress in 2 days and she would be back today. She was the only bunny that could not be requested to stay the night, the highest bunny. I needed to be quiet as I got out of the bed, just as I was about to stand I felt a hand, “Where are your going my pretty little bunny?”

“It’s Monday morning sir, I have a staff meeting to attend,” he pouted for a second and then rolled away knowing that if I wasn’t at the meeting, the other bunnies would come looking for me. Read more »

I slowly made my way through the door and to the floor of the bar, a few whistles and murmurs as men looked me up and down. Before long I got too close to a table and I felt a man tug on my tail, I let out a moan, “Why don’t you sit with me for a while bunny?”

I had no choice but to oblige, as I sat on the chair he rested one arm around my shoulder and fondled my boob, tweaking the nipple and making me let out little squeaks. I had noticed all the men had girls sitting with them, they were playing with their hair, rubbing their boobs and kissing them telling them how good they were. He was talking to the men around him about their week, like this was completely normal and I guess it was for the regulars. Eventually he grew tired and moved his hand down my back and started playing with my tail.

“Let’s see if this new little bunny is up to my standards,” he grinned as he pulled and pushed my tail, almost laughing at my moans as pleasure filled my body. Read more »

When I applied for this job, I didn’t understand why the pay was so high. Bartending doesn’t usually pay well but for some reason this bar did. When I was told my duties, it was cleaning up tables of food and glasses, taking food and drinks to guests, making small talk/entertaining them and also occasionally running a bit of table service. It wasn’t the first time I was doing a job like this, the girls working there already had bunny ears and black leotards, like play boy bunnies. I wish I had paid closer attention to the back of the uniform.

When it came to my first day, I was sent into a room with another girl, she was very bubbly and exclaimed that she would help me put on the uniform. She told me it as a special kind of uniform, before picking it up. It looked like a black leotard but the crotch wasn’t connected, rather it hung down and at the end was a ring. I looked at her and she smiled back, “I bet you were wondering what the catch was with this job,” she said walking over to me. Read more »

Having my body constricted by a catsuit and my arms and legs restrained by a bitchsuit. Feet strapped securely in ballet boots, a shiny little dog in all her pretty latex. Trying desperately to walk ok my knees an elbows to keep up with my master as he pulls on my leash.

Having a zipper over my pussy and asshole so that he has easy access to fuck me when he wants, and to put toys in my greedy holes. Zipping the suit up so no matter how much I push, they can’t come out. A small hole that is perfectly over my ass so a tail can come out.

Who knows, maybe my master will even let me have an inflatable butt plug, filling my ass with more than it can handle, getting hard watching me struggle to move as the huge intrusion muddles my insides. Stroking his cock as I wiggle my ass desperate for him to take it out but knowing he won’t. Read more »