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Holiday Game: Whatcha get a bun? What'd a bun get you?
10 years ago
Season's greetings, and something to amuse us while waiting on our chestnuts to cool
In an effort to celebrate the season, put something new on the front page, and entertain those of us who are a bit worn out from relentless social interaction, I thought I'd propose a little game. Don't worry, it's not meant to be terribly stressful, and it'll run a couple of weeks for those who might want to play, but have festive responsibilities. Relax, enjoy, and keep in mind that participation is absolutely not mandatory, unlike your Nana's fruitcake.
Bishie Bunny has a present for you/one of your characters! He tried to come up with something you'd really like, based on his experience with yah, and whatever could be gleaned from your gallery. It could be naughty, it could be nice. It could be a wish for world peace, or a bundle of secondhand socks. It could mean he has to slip into something a little more comfortable, or slip into something a little bit more restraining, with more buckles and spikes then are strictly necessary. It could be just about anything, but what is it?
There's really no telling; not until you open it.
To open the present, all you have to do is give the bun a gift of your own. That's right, give a gift to get a gift. Give the bun whatever you think he might like, even if it's just warm wishes and a handful of old peppermints from the bottom of your purse, and he'll happily hand over a gift of equal, lesser, or greater value (or maybe all three: quantum gifting!)
Sound good? Sound like one more f'in thing you have to wrap/unwrap? Whatever the case, have fun with it (or not,) and merry whatever-the-hell you're in to!
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tl;dr version Comment to tell Bishie what gift you got him, and he'll give you/your character a gift in return. Or just wish us a happy/merry, and be wished one back.
So enjoy the gift of butts!
As a special gift, for all her care and consideration through-out the year, Bishie gives her the gift of his memories. Several lifetimes as a used, and lovingly abused plaything, for her to sup upon at her leisure. During the day in which he completely forgets himself, he'll be truly a virgin for once, allowing Aludiana and friends a chance to really make their mark on the amnesiac bun bun, retraining to their heart's content. Of course, his old memories will return in the morning, so he'll just have to make room for all the new ones they create.
For Ardanis, he offers up his fluffing skills. He doubts the kitty will make much use of them, but he's sure Ardanis' many suitors will want to be as well-prepared as possible to ring in the near year with their favorite feline.
The room is starting to get crowded and they are pulling numbers out of a hat to see what order they are in, it's gonna be a long night...and don't think you are going anywhere Bunny man. Aludiana has other plans for you :P
Bishie is getting stared at possessively by Helen and Aludiana, they didn't take any numbers out of the hat. I think they are looking to spend it with a bunny instead!
As far as the sketch goes, I'd love to see Bishie in your style. I can provide a few reference images http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13263627/ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14680382/ and offer you the freedom to toss in a few twists of your own. If you're feeling a bit more frisky, seeing Bishie serving as a throne/seat for a grinding Nina, Rachael, or Kuri, with all of the wondrous bottoms they brings, would be an absolute treat. Or perhaps the bun could offer up his own bubbly bottom, receiving something especially thick from that fabulous ottery self of yours. Feel free to note if you have any questions, or find yourself in need of any details.
Speaking of your fabulous, ottery self, Bishie gives the gift of a feminine bun bun, all decked out in a little black dress, lavender stockings, and an open mind. Feel free to make of that whatever you will.
For Faeon, Bishie can't help but remember how much fun she seemed to have putting a sex sleeve through its paces. Considering everything she has to give, the bun figures the poor toy is just about worn thin, if not completely burst by this point. With that in mind, the bunny gives the gift of another toy, designed to endure everything a hyper fox can dish out.
This particular toy may or may not be bunny-shaped, liable to squirm cutely when in use, and sometimes says "squee" when squeezed or especially excited.
That would be a sweet gift, especially considering the last sleeve did indeed find better use as a hula hoop than its original purpose once a very enthusiastic vulpine was through with it. Living toys, however, the squirming squeaking kind, she tends to treat a little more carefully, unless a specific gurgle comes out sounding like a request for more. c.c
It's a beautiful language once you get right down to it.
It's looking to be a long, lonnnng night.
However, if you would like, I can try crafting a little story of my own for ya. Someday I wanna commission another from ya. In the meantime, I'd love to try my novice hand at a little naughty holiday nummies.
So let me know what you would like to see and I'll give it a shot. I'd prefer to use just my characters (mostly as I'm afraid to screw up someone else's character) or random fantasy people, but I am open to just about anything you wanna force happen to them. :3
Won't do: scat
Wary about: 'hard' taboos (non-sexy gore/vore, whips n chains, yaoi)
Like: ladies, public lovin
Faves: oversized (painfully large) futa cocks, buckets of cum n fluids, rough/noncon/more sex, size difference (domination, age difference, abuse of authority/strength), humiliation
Note me if you want, or just reply here.
Have a good time for the Xmas season and New Years!
I'll note you about the story idea to see where your head is at. I'd love to give you an excuse to work on something fun and naughty, but I don't want it to feel like a burden or a 'have to.' Basically, I'm happy to be an enabler for erotic prose, especially if it helps you hone your craft. I'm also looking forward to any future commission, as your characters are a joy to write about. It doesn't hurt that I love just about everything you have listed in your Faves.
Now, in return, Bishie gives Nethim tickets for the entire family to enjoy the movie of their choice. I'd suggest the new Star Wars, as it doesn't disappoint (thank god) but feel free to use it on a less engrossing film. You know, something her entire, extended family could ignore while turning that very public, plush venue into something wet, wild, and wonderful. After all, if you're up for some public fun, why not make it somewhere that serves buttered popcorn?
Oh and one extra ticket, in case they decide to bring a certain bunny along.
And I'm sure Nethim and her overly endowed, easily excitable friends would love to paint a theater white for Christmas. :p Lovely idea!
Got the note. Looking forward to seeing more of your thoughts/ideas.
<3
Oh and some naughty outfits, manners, and toys... you know, just in case.
But the first thing I think.... I would like to give you several sets of stockings, in various sizes and designs. Silk, Nylon, Lace, Latex (okay, that's one of my things), and more. Not for you, of course. But so you can tease and delight your many, many admirers.
(I promise I won't steal your admirers. Too much.)
Bishie also tosses in a latex dress and gloves, just to complete the ensemble, looking forward to helping you slip inside of them, and taking them out for a spin.
There's a rather large and long bright yellow box with a red ribbon tied in a big bow! With a marker pen, little smiling mouse faces with red cheeks are dotted all over the wrapping paper. The card on it reads; "Open me first or I'll kick your butt!"
There's a big purple box with a blue ribbon around it. It's neatly wrapped, and the knot in the ribbon has a single sliver of crystal pierced through it. The card on it only reads; "For Bishie; All the way from Azeroth, with love!"
A large, haphazardly wrapped object is resting against the other boxes. It smells of roasted meat and has a number of dirt stains on it. No card, but in charcoal the word "LOVEBUNNY" is written on it. The E is written backwards.
There's a black box with a thin green string tied firmly around it. There's no card, but a four-leaf clover is resting on top of it.
Taking heed of the playfully ominous warning, you decide to open the yellow box first. In it, you spot ... oh geez. It's a dakimakura pillow, isnt it? It is.
The pillow comes out easily enough, and the pillow casings below show Pikacha's Pikamimi form ( https://www.furaffinity.net/view/18571623/ ) , dressed up as Sailor Moon.. a bashful version with a wardrobe malfunction in full progress on one side of it, and turning it around, a wantonly inviting one of her naked, save for the socks and gloves, her girldick stiffly resting on her tummy on the other. ...When did she even POSE for this?!
The purple box smells faintly of lavender. Opening it, there seems to be a peculiar glow coming from within. A crystal artifact of sorts pulses faintly with purple hues, resting in your hand and feeling slightly cool to the touch. It's.. neat, you guess. Maybe you can use it as a paperweight. After you place it down, it flickers, and displays ... Chaara! She's naked, completely exposed and taking a shower, the water cascading down her naked form. She peeks her good eye open, and smirks, seemingly noticing she's being watched. "Oh, I see someone unvrapped their gifts.. Merry Winter's Veil, sveety.." She winks.. and continues to shower. Seems she gave you full access to oggle and contact her whenever you want.
Tearing your eyes off the holographic crystalline display, you turn your attention to the next gift. With trepidation, you peel away the wrinkled paper and bits of string and duct tape wrapped around it. Oh god okay, yes. That's a zebra leg. It's a complete, torn off zebra leg. Like, a whole zebra leg. You can tell it's from a non-morphic zebra, but thats quite as long as you want to look at it. You know who this is from. You quickly cover the limb up again. In your hurry, you see a small photo attached to the wrapping you hadnt seen before... in it, there's a photo of you and Kacha, the sabertoothed cavegirl having you in a headlock, your cheek smooshed to her breast. "Kacha love Kacha's bunny!" is scrawled in her unpracticed handwriting.
You decide to bring the leg to the local butchershop for predators after Christmas is over, and long enough for you to pretend you ate the whole thing yourself if the sabermouse inquires. The last gift is a bit more mysterious. You're not quite sure who could be giving you such a dark-looking gift during a festive holiday. opening the box, you realize the material is not wrapping, but satin cloth. A letter in gothic lettering rests within. "A wee mousegirl told me ye had a thing for these... and seeing as how I'm the only one of our group who has the legs for it, these are for you, you cute little pervert." In deep-red lipstick, a kiss is placed as a signature, the name 'Dicheanna' written below it in a sweeping written font. Beneath the letter, you find a pair of pantyhose stockings.. obviously well-worn and smelling like cloverleaves.
Turning the letter around, there's a PS:
P.S.: "Next time we meet, you're putting these on me."
Agile, soft fingers slipped carefully through the various wrappings, revealing each gift with an archaeologist's sacred care. That is, an actual archaeologist, not the bullwhip carrying, fedora-adorned variety. He savored their effort, the time they had spent thinking about him beyond simple fantasies, though he was sure a few of those were had as well. Gifts, actual gifts, for no other purpose than to make him smile, given on a festive holiday to a fake bunny that had been designed as little more than a convenient sponge for carnal desires.
Funny, it really was the thought that counted.
If Bishie had still been a wandering, lost soul, he would have been especially glad for the Pikamimi pillow, something he could have crashed on while inbetween owners. Instead, the cushion would find a place of honor on the bed Aludiana had provided him. He was sure some of her guests would find it amusing, but he had no plans on hiding it away. Besides, anyone who laughed at the bunny's new pillow would surely be punished in the name of the moon.
As it turned out, the gift he had wrapped for sweet, rambunctious Pika, in either of her irrepressible forms, was also a pillow. In this case, a leg pillow, in the shape of a rather plushy white bunny. It was made to fit snugly between the inner thighs, while a mechanism within provided a warm vibration that could keep one company on lonely nights, or the vibration could be cranked for umm... especially lonely nights. The first squeeze even elicited a little "squee" from the stuffed toy, much as it might from the genuine bun bun.
He considered the box he had wrapped it in, and then, with a warm smile, tied a single red rose in with the bow. It seemed appropriate.
After spending some shared quality time with Chaara in the shower, and using it as an excuse to take one of his own, Bishie reached out to a certain equine-shafted blood elf he knew in Azeroth. When Helen's glowing emerald eyes appeared on one of Aludiana's scrying devices, he made sure that everything was set up for the draenei's gift. Paladins were notoriously difficult to shop for, but the bun figured he had found something worth her unwrapping. The horde elf shared a playfully wicked grin, telling him everything was in order, and she had a wonderfully comfortable cage in which to place the bunny.
"You don't mind being dressed as a princess, do you? I'm afraid that's the only outfit I could find," the barely suppressed giggle put the lie to her claim, but he could hardly argue the point. Instead, he made sure that the local quest giver would tell Chaara of his plight, and that Helen's summoned minions would provide an amusing diversion. Hopefully, the draenei would enjoy the experience, to say nothing of the more tangible rewards that came from a grateful, freshly rescued bun bun.
"Thanks Helen, I really appreciate this, and I'll be happy to work off whatever I owe you," the bunny smiled his brightest, warmest smile.
"It's really no trouble, I've been meaning to have Chaara over for awhile now, and this is the perfect opportunity to test out her boss-laying skills." Helen's smirk quickly melted into a more distracted, blissful smile as the fantasy played out in her head. "And you'll have plenty of time to pay me back while we're waiting on your knight in shining whatevers. After all, a proper damsel needs a proper distressing."
Trying his best to cool his heated cheeks, Bishie turned to Kacha's gift. For someone who knew the cave mouse as he did, it was really two gifts in one. The meat was practical, primal really, showing off her skills as primary provider for her loved ones, and even offering her bunny the choicest bit. He made a mental note to make room in his fridge for at least part of the leg, after the butcher had made their cuts. It was a terribly ungrateful den-mate who didn't even sample the feast provided by his proud hunter's strenuous efforts. The second gift, both picture and scrawl, were less practical, but by no means less appreciated.
Kacha had been working so hard to fit into his world, or the slice of it that she knew. He marveled at her handwriting, knowing exactly how difficult it had been for her to grasp the concept, and how much care she had put in each unstable letter. She wanted to understand him, and be understood in return. There were very few gifts more precious than that.
The bunny had also gone with twin presents, one that was far more practical, the other... wouldn't last long unless Kacha took very special care. Even so, the thought would linger long after the tangible portion of the gift had wilted away. Unwrapped, except for a big, sparking bow, and a name tag addressed to the primordial Amazon, sat a box. It was a special box, designed to withstand the roughest of rough treatment, whether it be by the elements, a curious beast, or an even more curious owner. Inside, it was even more remarkable, as it created a chamber of stasis: a space where time did not seem to penetrate. Better than your average cooler, as you could put a recently roasted meal inside and be sure it would be in the same, heated state when you retrieved it.
The box could keep her kills fresh, her meals savory, and her trinkets safe from all reasonable harm. Currently, it was also keeping her second gift from decaying. Within the box's practical shell, two impractical floral crowns sat, made entirely of exotic flowers gathered from a dozen different worlds, planes, and time periods. The bun had been extremely careful to test each one, to make sure none of them were host to any foreign parasite or germ. He couldn't really rule out the possibility that Kacha might be allergic to one of them, but he knew better than to second guess her stout constituion. Whatever the case, he had spent several days weaving the crowns together, one that would perfectly fit the towering cave-mouse's head, and the other, much smaller one, was just right for a visiting bun bun.
It would be the only thing he wore when he delivered Kacha's gifts.
The final gift he had received was as exciting as it was mysterious. Apparently Pika had been sharing some of his more enduring fetishes to a woman who seemed quite proud of her ability to indulge them. Cheeks flaring up once more, the bunny couldn't help but wonder what those silken, satiny sheers might look like when slipped into by a pair of shapely legs. Shapely legs that were also long and powerful, judging by the size of the worn stockings.
What to give in return? He had never met this Dicheanna, and already he felt in her debt.
Clovers? He sniffed at the material once more, then tilted his head in consideration. It would be a shot in the dark, he knew, but somehow that smell, mixed with the script of the box, tickled something in the back of his bunny brain. Setting the stockings to the side, the bunny stretched, slipping into his own pair of leggings, and looking about for his satiny shorts, cut in a feminine fashion. He would need them on his upcoming hunt. For some reason, he felt sure that a four leaf clover, found fairly, somewhere the dew was still fresh on the ground, was the only appropriate gift. Well, that plus whatever attention he lavished on the long legs that wore such sinful stockings 'when next we meet.'
Given the bun's curious and much appreciated new life, that could be at any moment. He better get started clover seeking. When it came to shopping/hunting up Christmas presents, there was no time like the prese... well, you get the idea.
AH-HA! Here's a good one! A Decanter Of Endless Water! *gives Bishie an ornate-looking ceramic water-jug*
The rest of the campaign was spent trying to protect the single most valuable magic item on all of Athas.
Thank you for the nostalgic gift, and in return, the bunny is proud to gift you with a special sword created for a space pirate game that never quite got off the ground. It's a two-piece set, both sword and sheath, and they're practically useless without each other. The sheath was made of the same poly-alloys as they use for the strongest starship hulls in the galaxy. The housing inside is cut expertly with industrial devices that mix lasers, pressurized liquids, and ground, synthetic particles. This creates something of a mold, a sword-shaped space for a blade whose edge is almost incalculably thin. No forged sword has ever been able to fit this sheath properly, most of them fracturing around their own edge as they hit the squeeze within.
Luckily, the sword is comprised of a living, growing crystal, extending from a finely shaped hilt. Left to its own devices, the crystal would grow wildly, branching off into dozens of super-hard, irrepressible shards, unwieldy and impossible. But slipped within the sheath, it grows to perfectly fit the mold. The fit is such that the crystal blade forms smoothly on all sides, allowed for a lightning fast release, and an effortlessly smooth return. Together, sheath and sword make for an edge so sharp, things get a little quirky and quantum along the edge. Do be careful of that, and please, remember to return the crystal back to its molding sheath within minutes of drawing the weapon, or you may find yourself with an awfully expensive hunk of space rock, and a mold that's only good for making ice-cubes that can cut through time.
The fact that such a rarefied, natural beauty thought Bishie was worthy of such an attack of nerves, or the alcohol required to calm them, was beyond flattering. He was sure the blush he wore was a match for her own, even if he came about his crimson cheeks unaided. Sober, but just as endearing shy, the bunny carefully unwrapped her first present, squeeing in delight at what he found.
Whatever moral points the bunny might have scored through habitual temperance, he happily lost in gleeful gluttony. As with drink, Bishie could stuff himself silly without repercussion. He had all the ample plump his rump was ever going to carry, and there was no carb that could ruin his natural state, nor gluten that could overcome his mystical origins. Technically, that also meant he was free from the requirements of eating altogether. In fact, the bun had spent many a hungry night, while between owners, knowing that the rumbly in his tumbly would sort itself out when he reset in the morning.
Still, there were few things the bun enjoyed more than the simple pleasures of sampling some unknown meal, or satisfying an ever-sweetening tooth. Of those few things that ranked higher, the vast majority required satin stockings, an open-mind, and an affinity for attentive submission. This was how the bunny proved to himself that he was more than the sum total of his creator's magic and whatever spare parts she had lying around. Giving pleasure was easy; any toy could do it, once properly lubed.
It took something akin to life to purposefully seek it out, and better yet, to overindulge.
"Mint chocolate cheesecake? I've never had it before," the grin spread wide about the bunny's soft, feminine lips, "and I'm more than happy to try it now." His expression shifted slightly, reminding himself that he had company. His hand played over the frayed edges of the young woman's second gift, and he could well imagine the care, and worry, that went into its current state. "But first...."
Bishie lifted the sheer fabric from the unwrapped box, letting it fall into a satiny veil between gift giver and gift receiver. He wondered if her new, brighter flush was a mirror to his own. He was well-versed in cuffs and gags, binding meant for all manner of play and punishment. The stockings were something else again, something that spoke specifically to his innermost desires. Like the cheesecake, they were pure indulgence, and given the excited, intoxicated shiver he sensed from his guest, he knew they were meant to be.
Of course, he could not help but notice her even darker blush, her more pronounced shiver when he set the nylons aside, and wrapped his fingers around those cuffs. She seemed to like them in his hands, yet he got the sense she would like them more around her wrists. Well then, perhaps he had mistaken the nature of her gift. Or, more to the point, maybe the mistake was hers.
"My apologies. I mean, I hate to be rude, but it seems to me like you kinda messed up a bit. Here you are, wearing the nice skirt and blouse that was obviously meant for me, and what you meant to wear, you accidentally wrapped up in this box." He smiled warmly, carefully pulling out each individual piece. "Please, don't be embarrassed. It's actually a semi-common Christmas mistake, like hanging mistletoe too high when you meant it to be much lower... about waist height is the general consensus."
Bishie stood, offering the stockings to his guest with lidded, bedroom eyes, "Why don't you get changed into this nice, festive lingerie while I get a couple of forks for the cheesecake." His other hand gave the cuffs a playful twirl, "I'm sure we'll figure a place for these just as soon as you're ready."
Mouse even being so bold as to take some time to steal a glance over Bishie. The gaze lingering and slow, though that had more to do with a lack of self awareness regarding how unsubtle she was truly being. It did, however, only take a short few moments before her eyes left his body. Focused instead on spotting the nearest table to rest her emptied glass on. Slipping away for the few seconds needed to set it aside.
Slipping swiftly back, smoothly and very noticeably, Mouse arrived back in front of him to see the lid of a box discarded and rather suggestive lingerie slowly removed and considered. The way he examined it, considering each item, made her alcohol influenced blush brighten. Confidence draining away with each item removed, the cuffs sending chills down her spine. Mental images of being bound, with or without her current outfit or the lingerie, mingled with similar fantasies with him in similar positions.
However the final blow to any sense of resistance the girl might have offered came from the bun's mouth. The insinuation that she should changed into the outfit, the idea of waist mounted mistletoe, and the way he teased her with the cuffs..
Mouse finally nodded meekly, face glowing with goosebumps rising all over her pale freckled skin. Gingerly taking the small gift-box and, doing her level best to shrink out of sight without really leaving the area, began to quickly disrobe. Revealing her aroused form to him. Little member hard and ready for... She didn't honestly know what.
This exposure caused her to rush. Which, as many people know, is bad when trying to get dressed in sexy lingerie. Every attempt to hasten the process causing her to get momentarily stuck. Remaining exposed all the longer, letting her skin redden more and more as Mouse put on quite the awkward exhibition. Finally though, the girl was wearing naught but what she had just gifted the bun. The sheer material leaving little, if anything, to the imagination. Taking a moment to carefully straighten and smooth her stockings. Then folding her skirt, blouse, and panties into the gift box and closing it up.
Having lost her voice for the time being, Mouse approached Bishie again, nervously. And again holding a gift-box. Hands trembling all over again, and without a drink to calm herself this time.
I'm glad your nieces and nephew have such an awesome uncle, and I hope they appreciate how lucky they are to have you. I know I certainly do. Here's hoping the years to come are each better and brighter than the last. ^^
Which is better than what I can say about my dad lol. I got the typical socks and underwear, the kinda gift that says "we're thinking about ya, but not too hard"! XD
They coulda got me the FNaF book for about the same price! :P
But anyway, I'm glad to hear things went well for ya for your holidays. Hopefully next year will be better for the both of us1
On opening it, you will find a complete set of winter-themed lingerie in cream, embroidered with snowflakes in fine silver thread. The ensemble includes a soft peignoir, a diaphanous negligee, a cupless corset, sheer hose of the old-fashioned variety, that need garters to hold them up - and yes, there is also a garter belt with garters included as well. Nestled in tissue at the bottom of the box are a pair of heels to match the lingerie, a much smaller box about the size of a cellphone and a note. Oddly, though, there doesn't seem to be any panties... Sure enough, the small box does indeed contain a cellphone, and when you turn it on, the lock screen displays the message, "Read the note, dear."
The note itself reads: "Dearest bun-bun, a merry and blessed Yule to you. The lingerie is for you to wear while you receive your present. Once you're dressed, you will be able to unlock the phone by swiping in the pattern of the last letter of this note. When the phone is unlocked, it will automatically dial a number. When the other party answers, all you will say is 'The game's affoot!' ; no more and no less. The rest will follow from there. Love, Mistress Rhiannon."
He set both wrapping and bow to the side, removed with such care that they were ready to be reused by anyone with a last minute surprise for a nearly-forgotten, newly-acquired in-law. Bishie laid the garments out with equal care, pausing only long enough to drink in their scent, and that of the tissue paper, breathing in the barest whiff of the woman who had wrapped them together. Finally, he ran his fingers along the smooth exterior of the phone, before submitting to its request, letting more of her familiar letters fit him for a fresh leash.
Mistress Rhiannon. It had been awhile since he had last heard that name matched with that title, spoken in a sacred whisper, dripping sweetly from his own, obedient lips. Of course, the name had come before the title, and had lingered long after. Perhaps that was for the best, as together, they were almost too potent. Of course, there were now new names wearing old titles, and they had their own perilous potency, their own flavor. Bishie had been designed to make note of the differences, and cherish those few whose subtle nuance, and terrible strengths, could never be truly escaped.
Some collars could only fade, they simply were not meant to ever truly disappear.
Come to think of it, neither could the one he currently wore, but it could be relaxed for an evening, if the occasion was special enough to warrant. Besides, he knew the heart of his current owner, and her own peculiar, mystical nature. If nothing else, she would enjoy whatever treats the bunny indulged from afar, and make any required punishments just as memorable.
Slipping into the garter belt first, he let the tight wrap plump his rear to an embarrassingly plush ripeness. Then came the stockings, which he indulged himself with, taking his time to feel every sheer sensation as they slid along his shapely legs. One leg extended over his head, the flexible bunny balanced his satin-clad toes along the air, checking the seams before clasping the fabric in place, and moving to the next. Corset joined the rest, then over went the loose negligee, before wrapping it all up in a barely tied peignoir.
Finally he slipped the heels on, pointing his toes once more, then curling them within their sheer bondage. Bishie paused a moment to admire the effect, before standing to get a better look in the mirror. He stood there, perhaps a bit longer than he should, starring at the unfamiliar beauty in reflection, then suddenly shook his head. "Sweet, kind, innocent bun bun... and still quite capable of falling in love with himself. When did I become such a narcissist?"
Still, there was room for improvement, so he took a moment to pull out the silver brush from his nightstand, the one with the relief image of a mother brushing her daughter's hair. He counted out the strokes, and then, on a whim, added in a bit of make-up in frosted blues. His new friends and playmates would probably love to hear he had put it to use, but be annoyed they didn't get a chance to mess it up themselves. Well, there was still plenty of holiday to come, and he did have some fluffing duties to attend to at a later date.
Finally, nervous fingers swiping the appropriate letter, he waited for the unfamiliar click before breathing out, just a hare above a whisper, "The game's afoot."
"Of course, Sir," a cultured female voice replied. Rather like what he might imagine a well-born lady's maid to sound like. "Your car will call for you in five minutes."
Five minutes later, almost to the second, a tap at the door. When you answered it, a tall, imposing figure in a classic chauffeur's uniform... except that it was of gleaming, ebony latex, and left absolutely no doubts as to her sex. Or sexes. A short-waisted jacket that encased a proud bosom in slick night and tight-fitting pants that revealed rather than concealed the firm, generous bulge. Gleaming black cavalry boots. But not Hir... not Rhiannon.
"Sir will please turn, with wrists crossed behind back," the figure instructed. The tone and words were immaculate politeness, but brooked no disagreement, and when you complied, warm leather thongs bound your wrists, and a bandage of silken space blindfolded you, and then that voice guided you out the front door, down the walk and into the waiting car. By the scent and texture under your thighs, against your bound hands, you knew there was rich leather, warm woods, soft deep-pile carpet. Smooth, muffled growls told you of the power under the hood, and that the journey was not yet done...
Upon opening Bishie would find a finely made red velvet cushion, stuffed just enough to be comfortable but firm. Little gold tassles with tiny bells jingle softly, but merrily at the slightest movement. Upon it is a slip of paper with hand written cursive and a kiss print in dark rouge and a neatly folded length of ribbon.
"A special place for a bun to rest
Upon the floor or under a desk
But this gift has yet more fun
Of whispered silk before it is done
take the ribbon and tie it thus
round which you'd have a mistress muss,
For the best of gifts are ones that we share
special times for those we care
A promise of a dangled shoe
and a very special night with you.
- Zuri"