The Sissy Lounge Ch. 05

I awoke with a soft, delicate whimper, feeling a small hand rubbing my clit, straining in its usual morning routine. Jo-Jo's cupping and gentle rubbing didn't help in the slightest, groaning as I slowly opened my eyes to see an eager expression staring down at me.

"Do you know what today is, Rory?" I whined, my mind focused on her touching me a bit too much for a retort. I reached out with my hands, finding her thighs to grip for support, pulling the smaller sissy in closer. Jo-Jo giggled, allowing herself to be pulled, resting her clit against mine as she bent down to kiss me.

"Today," she continued as if I hadn't interrupted her, speaking between kisses, "is Wednesday." I giggled, both looking over to the lockbox Matron Marylin had handed over, a soft blue light emitting from it. My clit pulsed against hers, remembering what my heroics against her bitter rival Ms. Margerie had earned me, Jo-Jo's weekly freedom as it were. Not mine, apparently, my pink clit whining at the injustice of it all, yet excited to finally watch my friend cum.

Jo-Jo offered me a final kiss before shifting to lie beside me, hand returning to rub and tease my clit. Listening to me whimper, she bit my neck and ear as she toyed with me, watching as I fell within that submissive side of myself, unable to do a single thing but lie there, simply a toy for her to play with. With a smirk, Jo-Jo saw that familiar look in my eye, knowing she had me exactly where she wanted.

"I bought you an outfit that I want you to wear today, will you do that for me?" I whimpered, in no state to refuse any request from this woman, watching Jo-Jo grin and rush to the closet, pulling out a garment bag. "Come, we need to get you ready!"

I whined, "But we don't even work today!" I huffed, sinking back under the covers, pulling them up to hide my giggling mouth as I stared at Jo-Jo, that beautiful glare now fixed in my direction.

"Up! I want to go shopping and pick up a few things." She pulled on the comforter, but I was laughably stronger than her, amused as she growled and tugged to her heart's content. Finally giving up, Jo-Jo relied on a new tactic, which was jumping on top of me as I squealed, laughing as she tried to pin me down, eventually succeeding. Those adorable eyes glared down at me as I giggled, somewhat undermining most of her authority.

"Get. Out. Of. Bed." I bit my lip, wanting this little game to continue forever, but I finally sighed, relenting as I lifted my head to kiss her.

"Fine-ah!" Jo-Jo offered me a final glare before I was let up, spanking my ass hard as I scurried into the bathroom with a squeak. After showering I sat down in front of the mirror, Jo-Jo working on my hair as I got ready, rolling my eyes at the bubblegum pink nail polish provided for me. But I enjoyed this dynamic of being her good girl, gently and patiently painting my nails.

Still naked, my clit constantly aching in Jo-Jo's presence, she quickly painted my toes before working on my make-up, letting them all dry. Nothing too fancy, yet I blushed endlessly as she called me her beautiful sissy, sitting still as she did what she wished to my face.

Nails dry, we both moved back into her bedroom, sliding the pink panties up my legs, a tiny black bow adorning the front of them. Classic white nylon stockings came next, wrapping a shapewear girdle around my waist with straps to keep them in place. I whimpered staring into the mirror, Jo-Jo's hands running up and down my legs forced my clit to ache even more, completely outlined in my silk panties.

She wrapped a matching bra around my chest, tiny little breast forms giving me a slightly more feminine figure. With a smirk, Jo-Jo pushed me down on the bed, ass high in the air as she pulled my panties down just enough to slide her fingers and eventually a plug inside my ass, listening to me moan like a whore the entire time.

Everything sorted to her liking, Jo-Jo finally unzipped the garment bag, showing off the dress she had picked out for me as I gasped, only slightly terrified to wear something so beautiful out in public. Matching my panties and nails, the bubblegum pink dress had a classic flair to it, a long skirt that flared out as I twirled back and forth. Black trim on the high sleeves near my shoulders, and around the neckline, hiding the breast forms that gave shape to the dress. She wrapped a thin black belt around my waist, with a beautiful black bow on the chest finalising the pretty dress.

I giggled, unable to stop flaunting in the mirror as she fussed around me, getting everything in place. Holding out some peep-toe heels, matching bows on the top of the foot, I slid inside of them as she buckled each one around my ankle. Moderately high at 10cm, I continued to twirl and stare at myself, giggling endlessly at what I saw. Towering over Jo-Jo, I couldn't stop the smile on my face as she stared at me.

"Just as beautiful as I imagined you'd be," she said, pulling me in for a kiss. I giggled once more, offering one final twirl before sitting down on the bed, legs folded perfectly beneath me.

"Well where's yours! I want to see what pretty dress you got yourself." I grinned, imagining it would be matching my own to some degree, maybe a lilac colour closer to what she wore as a bunny. Jo-Jo just smiled, placing her hands on my shoulders.

"Close your eyes and I'll show you." I giggled, excited and anticipating the surprise. Moments later she planted a small, delicate kiss on my lips, prompting me to open my eyes, confused. Jo-Jo wore some leggings, her ass perfectly formed in them, a hint of her clit showing as well. Casual crop top and sneakers as well, her hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"HEY!" I pouted at her but she just laughed.

"What? I said I had a dress for you," she smirked, offering me another kiss, her arms wrapped around my neck. "I said nothing about one for me."

I whined. "But I am going to look so silly being this dressed up!" Pouting up at Jo-Jo didn't do anything to change her mind though, still grinning down at the pink sissy before her.

Before she let us leave, I posed for several pictures, feeling foolish beside her in my outfit. We held hands as we left her apartment, towering over her as we walked, blushing hard all the way down the street. I received plenty of looks, but that tiny hand gripped mine firmly through it all, offering little squeezes of confidence boosts whenever I needed it.

This little day outing was NOT helped by the flood of messages in our bunny group chat, which of course Jo-Jo had sent the pictures to. I growled at her as we sat down for lunch, blushing incredibly hard as I read through all those bitches responses. Even Matron Marylin received a picture, the phraseThere's my pretty little sissy now dancing in my head.

Jo-Jo dragged me all over the small little square of shops she had near her, with no intention of buying anything, blushing as I held onto her arm, shown off to the world. My clit danced beneath the folds in my skirt, hidden from view yet I felt it with each click of my heels, being on display evidently a new joy of mine I didn't know I had. Although, perhaps it was obvious seeing as how I spent most nights dressed as a bunny enticing patrons.

We ended at a little sex shop, walking in to the delight of the owner behind the counter. With a big grin, the jolly man stepped towards us.

"My, what a beautiful couple. What can I help you girls with?" I blushed deeply, being called a couple forcing my heart to pound in my chest. Jo-Jo smiled up at him, squeezing my hand all the tighter.

"I need a few things for my girlfriend tonight, do you think you could help me with this list?" I barely noticed the tiny slip of paper she handed over to him, one word floating in my mind.

Girlfriend. My girlfriend. Jo-Jo's girlfriend.

I felt a tug on my hand, floating as I followed her and the owner around the little store, barely functioning as they chatted back and forth, placing items on the front counter before continuing in their scavenger hunt. Still in a daze, I held onto Jo-Jo for dear life, terrified I'd float away in that moment.

I meekly smiled as Jo-Jo purchased all her items, pulled once more out of the tiny little shop. We walked back to her apartment in silence, feeling the tension in her hand gripping onto mine. Standing in front of her building she stopped, turning to me, a slight worry spread across her face.

"Rory, listen I-" Jo-Jo began, not making it through her sentence at all before I picked her up in my arms, kissing her deeply on the lips. She hesitated at first, shocked by my sudden reaction, before moaning as she melted against me, easily pressing her against me wearing my pretty dress and heels. I stared into those beautiful eyes, taking tiny breaks from kissing those perfect lips.

"So I'm guessing you're okay with me calling you my girlfriend, then..." Jo-Jo said, laughing as I giggled, my kiss answering for me.

"I loved it, Jo-Jo," I said, tightening my grip on her tiny body, not letting her go anywhere. "It made me so fucking wet." I felt my ass pulse around my plug, cage most certainly leaking as she moaned against my lips once more, before demanding she be put down, dragging me once more upstairs.

Through the door, Jo-Jo stripped me of my new pretty dress, pinned to the couch so I stopped towering over her and she could finally kiss me how she wished. Hands above my head, I moaned against her as we made out, my clit aching in my cute panties being held by my girlfriend in such a manner. Even calling her that in my mind made me tingle all over my body, saying it over and over as we kissed.

Quickly and expertly, Jo-Jo undid my garter straps to slide my panties down my legs, before re-attaching them with ease. Keeping my heels on, she took off my bra and breast forms, taking out the items she had bought from the sex store. I whimpered seeing them being laid out on her coffee table, given little time before my new overly-excited sissy girlfriend began placing them on me.

Pink cuffs, collar, and corset quickly adorned my body. The shoes didn't exactly match with the opaque white stockings anymore, but they were far too cute to remove. I whimpered at the nipple clamps attached to me, tiny little bows now dangling and dancing with every moment I made. Jo-Jo connected all my cuffs together behind me, now kneeling on the floor before her, watching as she grabbed the lockbox to place before us, both eagerly awaiting it to open.

Jo-Jo stripped completely nude, offering me her caged clit to kiss and play with, moaning as my tongue explored her. I felt her hands in my hair, ruining the pretty style she had placed it in for our day out, neither of us caring as we were both caught in the throes of our arousal. I felt her clit pulsing in its cage, the eagerness radiating from it intoxicating, my own straining between my legs, especially knowing it wouldn't be getting released.

Leaning down, Jo-Jo planted a dominating, firm kiss on my lips. "I am going to fuck you so hard, Rory." I whimpered, sitting on my heels as I stared up at her, completely entranced underneath her control. Those intense eyes never left mine, planting another tiny kiss on my lips. "So. Fucking. Hard." My body shook with need, barely able to contain the energy radiating out of me.

As if on queue, we heard the tiniest, most beautiful sound, turning to see the soft blue light on the lockbox turn green. With a shaking hand, Jo-Jo reached out to open it, a tiny silver key sitting inside for her to grab. A shocked smile on her face, she blushed looking down at me as the key was gently placed in my palm.

"Will you do it?" she asked, "I haven't done this in almost a decade." I grinned, planting a final kiss on her cage before I slid the key into the lock, both watching with wide eyes as it turned, freeing her eager cock as it sprang to life. Quickly I detached the ring base before it became nearly impossible, hungrily staring at the erection in front of my eyes I was only slightly jealous of, my own whining in its pink cage between my legs.

Staring up at Jo-Jo, the hunger and excitement in her eyes melting me in place, I planted a tiny, delicate kiss on the tip of her cock. My new girlfriend shuddered, her entire body responding to the small stimulation, her hands slowly moving to plant in my hair, gripping me tightly.

"Oh wow," Jo-Jo said, moaning as I continued to kiss her cock up and down, "I did not think I missed this." I giggled, never taking my eyes off her, pleasuring her cock as she groaned above me. I sucked on her balls, licked her shaft, eventually letting the tip of her cock rest on my tongue, waiting for her to use me as she saw fit.

Much smaller than I had handled being a bunny, Jo-Jo easily shoved her entire cock into my mouth, watching me moan around her as she thrusted. "Oh fuck, oh fuck Rory, wow." She growled, fully in control as she fucked my mouth, wrapping my lips tightly around her cock. Within seconds Jo-Jo started to shake, unable to control how overly stimulated she was after not using her cock for so long, a cute squeal escaping her lips as she came.

And did she ever cum. It felt endless, pumping jets of cum into my mouth over and over, feeling it coating every part of me. Jo-Jo slowed with her thrusts, twitching as she finished with her orgasm, body quivering from the effort. I giggled, holding my mouth open as her cute cock slowly slid out of my mouth, showing her every drop of cum from her orgasm.

Jo-Jo laughed, slight tears in her eyes from the experience, gently brushing my cheek with her hand. "You look so pretty right now, sweetie." I blushed, leaning into her hand, watching as she snapped a few more pictures, knowing they would be sent out to a select group of people most likely. I waited patiently, Jo-Jo enjoying the view of her girlfriend and a mouthful of her cum.

"Swallow, my sissy cocksucker." My blush deepened hearing my new title, swallowing twice before my mouth was clean, showing off to Jo-Jo. She smiled, offering me her cock to clean off, soon glistening with my saliva. Bending down, she planted a deep, sensual kiss on my lips, whimpering against her from the connection. Separating slightly, she whispered right against my mouth, "such a good girl."

My clit straining, my brain fried, I could only stare up at her as I softly whined, left helpless under her control. Jo-Jo offered me a smirk, our roles solidified as she easily dominated me, hooking a small finger through my collar to lead me to her bedroom, cuffs and ankles locking me bent over the bed. I felt her rub her cock in between my cheeks, brushing against the plug stuck in my ass.

I whimpered, moaning loudly as she teased me, placing a ring around her cock so it stayed nice and hard for her to use. She rubbed my clit as I quivered, offering my poor balls a few smacks to watch me dance, helplessly taking whatever punishment she offered. Taking out my plug, Jo-Jo gripped my hair to pull my head back, my moans incoherent as she whispered in my ear.

"I am going to fuck every drop of cum out of you, my little sissy bunny." I whined, shaking from her words, so eager to feel her cock inside of me. "This ass belongs to me now, no matter who Matron Marylin shares you with." With that final declaration, I felt her slowly and easily slide inside of me, my mind melting as her cock slid along my g-spot.

Legs spread and bound, Jo-Jo gripping my hair tightly, I could do nothing but moan helplessly as she fucked me, my clit instantly tingling with a desperate need to cum. Even though I was used to bigger things inside of me, she slid perfectly against that little spot, sending jolts of euphoric bliss through my body, each thrust slamming into me, pushing me closer to cumming. I moaned over and over, submitting to that sensation, completely falling under Jo-Jo's firm control.

I blushed at how quickly I came on her cock, clit erupting all over the bed beneath me. Jo-Jo listened to me cumming, offering my ass a few slaps of encouragement, calling me her good girl. I tried to thank her, to cry, to bed, to do anything, but my mind was held in limbo, simply along for the ride as I orgasmed hard on her cock.

Jo-Jo continued to fuck me through my orgasms, enjoying her second one sometime after mine, cum now oozing out me in so many places. I still tasted her on my lips from earlier, sinking into the mattress as she finally released her firm grip in my hair. Placing the plug back inside of me, my beautiful girlfriend freed me from the binds, cuffs still in place on my wrists and ankles, pulled up into the bed to cuddle.

I gripped onto her, kissing back and forth as we both recovered from our orgasms, trying to remember a time in my life where I was this happy. Jo-Jo took pleasure in scooping cum off her cock or my clit, coating my lips, before kissing and licking it off of me. My mind was completely overtaken by my submissive nature, whimpering against her happily, wanting to be stuck in this moment forever.

Jo-Jo ran a hand through my hair once more, staring down into my eyes. "Thank you, Rory. I didn't think I'd ever enjoy cumming like that ever again." I blushed, giggling as I reached a hand down to stroke her cock, feeling it grow hard against my palm once more. Jo-Jo laughed, groaning as she took my hand in hers, stopping my playful teasing.

"No, sadly we need to lock it back up, so Matron doesn't yell at me." I whined, wanting to play with her more, to feel her cock erupt in my mouth again, but she pinned me to the bed, shaking her head. I sighed, watching that perfect ass collect her cage and the lockbox, cleaning her off before I sealed the tiny cage around her cock, once more turned into a clit-having bunny like me. I offered her cage a final kiss, noticing it already was straining.

Jo-Jo placed the key into the lockbox, the door closed and beeping, that faint blue light returned, notifying Matron that she was once again safely caged. With a smirk, Jo-Jo beckoned me off the bed, wide-eyed as she led me to the coffee table, soon finding myself hogtied on top of it, rope slowly added to keep me in place. I whimpered, my clit hanging off the one edge, a small part of me knowing what was coming next.

Grinning to herself, Jo-Jo placed a ball gag in my mouth, my muffled moans filling the room as she collected more toys, soon groaning as a vibrator was slid inside my ass. She turned it on, pulsing against my g-spot, my ass pushing into the air so it was tighter against me. Jo-Jo sighed happily, staring down at me as her hands explored my body, before using me as a footrest, turning on the tv.

Up and down the vibrator went, pulsing and driving me insane, my clit seemingly forgetting it had just cum an hour earlier. I felt that need coursing through me, humping the air in desperation for more stimulation while my girlfriend watched on, thoroughly amused by my efforts. Keeping me in that sweet spot of denial, Jo-Jo calmly collected the thin cane she had purchased, lightly tapping away on my balls as I flinched, begging her through my gag.

Gently tapping away, Jo-Jo ignored my pleas, continuing to use her phone to edge me, mixed with the cane sending sharp jolts through my body. The two sensations clashed inside my body, confused if I should cum, cry, scream, or run, simply stuck as her toy to be used. The cane was eventually replaced by a leather crop, the wider area hitting all of my balls, her strikes much harder with her new tool.

I felt tears leaving my eyes as I came once more, my entire body shaking from what Jo-Jo was doing to me. Her little giggle not helping in the slightest, she offered me a few more whacks before I found myself now kneeling on the coffee table, ass high in the air. Crop replaced by her hands, my legs together to keep my clit between them, I continued to whimper as she eagerly reddened my ass to a nice shade of pink, offering my now sore and almost bruised balls a few delicate smacks along the way.

By the time she gave me a rest, my body was on fire, my ass, thighs, and clit aching from her punishments. Jo-Jo wiped the tears from my eyes, kissing my lips when they were freed from the ball gag. More straps went around my legs and arms, mummified on the couch beside her as I whimpered into her living room, unable to speak, my mind a torrent of submissive confusion.

But Jo-Jo just kissed my cheek, hand gently rubbing and massaging my clit, the plug inside of me pulsing harder than before. She placed her phone to the side, leaving the vibrations on high, surging through me, resting her head in my lap as she stared at my clit, eyes fixated on it as it pulsed and jumped. Each new orgasm barely came with any cum, Jo-Jo following through with her threat to fuck all the cum out of me.

I didn't speak for the rest of the night, the ability stolen from me due to her control. She eventually carefully stripped me down, showering together as I softly whimpered over and over, before helping me into a cute, silky romper to sleep in. I snuggled into her chest, feeling her hand gently brush through my hair.

"That's my good girl, Rory." I moaned softly, never getting tired of hearing her say that, nuzzling in even closer to her tiny frame. "I will always take care of you, my little bunny. Always give you what you need." I slowly drifted off to sleep, her wonderful words echoing in my mind to keep me company.

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A few days later, still wearing a giant smile on my face, I scooted around the lounge, waving to regulars as I brought over drinks, flirtatiously moving about tables, laughing as I was pulled into laps. Matron Marylin had just shook her head with a smile as I worked, seeing the change in me as I further embraced my role as the club's notorious Pink Bunny.

Saturday before our shift started, the bunnies all getting ready together in the dressing room, a whirlwind of chatter back and forth, Matron Marylin quieted us with an announcement.

"Bunnies, Bunnies! Shush Zazzy!" Giggles erupted as we quieted, turning towards our keyholder and Matron. "There. Now, there's been a bit of a change to our staff, as we now only have two bunnies wearing lighter colours for our patrons, Rory and Candy." A few whistles were let out, blushing but also worried. Did Jo-Jo get fired!?

But Matron Marylin soothed my fears quickly, extending her hand to Jo-Jo who walked in from behind a curtain, the bunnies gasping and cheering at her new look. The same, amazing uniform, hugging her so perfectly I often found myself lost in space watching her work, but no longer was she wrapped in a light purple.

A beautiful, mesmerising, and dark magenta now adorned her body, including heels and ears. An intoxicating colour, that drew you in immediately, Jo-Jo slightly blushing with Matron Marylin's arms around her, eyes locking with mine as she smiled. The bunnies all surrounded her, throwing pestering questions her way as they felt up the new uniform, admiring the bold colour. Eventually Matron shooed them all away, back to preparing for their shifts.

I stood before my girlfriend, mouth open as she playfully dropped her shoulder and spun, letting me get the full view of her. She grinned, using a finger to close my mouth, before pulling me in for a kiss.

"I decided it was time for a change, finally having a desire in my sexuality again." Jo-Jo smirked as she talked, watching me blush, knowing full well what had brought that on. "Matron thought this colour would be perfect..." she let her voice linger, teasing me as I held on to every word.

"After all, it is a Dominant. Pink." I whimpered, terrified at how easily she could do that to me, held in place by just her words and a tiny finger under my chin. Candy scooted towards both of us, wrapping Jo-Jo and I in a hug.

"So, just you and I now, Rory." I giggled, hugging her back, my slutty sissy sister, now the only help I had in keeping the more excitable members we had at bay. "I suppose it's a good thing that you're such a little whore then." I gasped, Jo-Jo laughing at the subtle jab, even if it was completely true. Pouting, I smacked Candy's shoulder, but there was no fight behind it, knowing full well how right she was, continuing to blush and steal glances at my beautiful girlfriend.

Matron Marylin broke up our little circle, leading me back to my mirror, offering a helping hand to finish my make-up. "You are requested in the gold room by Mr. Miles tonight, Rory." I squeaked, my first time reporting to our most esteemed service, often just brought to the silver room. "I expect you to be the best bunny you can be for him, understood?"

"Yes, Matron Marylin" I said dutifully, my chin cupped in her palm as she spoke, staring up at my keyholder.

"Also, Samantha has requested both you and Jo-Jo at the house tomorrow, 09:00 sharp." I whimpered, both of us knowing the reason why, left unsaid between us as she held me in place.

"Yes, Matron Marylin," my confirmation the second time around much quieter, terrified of what Matron's wife had in store for me after breaking her one and only rule.

Even though it hadn't been ONLY my fault!!

Soon fully dolled up in my uniform, Jo-Jo and I took a picture together in her new colour, before she playfully smacked my ass as we headed out onto the floor. For hours I snuck glances at my girlfriend, that new colour fitting her perfectly, whimpering as I remembered our night together, as if I could still feel her cum dripping out of me.

Eventually Matron Marylin found me in between serving tables, guiding me towards the dressing room. I blushed deeply as she stripped me of my uniform, replacing it with a similar lighter pink corset and stockings. Stepping back into my heels, far more exposed, she gave me a sheer robe to wear, offering very little in the form of cover, leading me with a firm hand towards the gold room.

"Let him lead, he wants to hear you, watch you slowly fall under his control, but ultimately be in complete charge of the situation." I nodded, hearing her advice and instructions, pulsing around the sparkling plug in my ass with a nervous excitement. "You be a good girl for me, and it will ensure that Jo-Jo gets another release next Wednesday." My blush deepened, knowing somehow that Matron Marylin knew every little detail about our night together.

"Yes, Matron Marylin" I said, feeling my clit aching constantly as it brushed against the sheer fabric of the robe. She smiled, offering me a light kiss on the cheek, before opening the door so I could wait for Mr. Miles.

I sat down on the spacious couch, legs angled and pressed together, facing the door in the most seductive manner I could think of. After several minutes, I heard the keycard in the door, opening to reveal our most esteemed VIP, purple suit far more prevalent than how I usually saw him in the darkened lighting of the VIP area. He smiled as his eyes were drawn to me, that piercing look seeming to lock me down in place, softly whimpering as I watched him slide the gold card into the little slot.

"My, oh my." I blushed, my entire body tingling with anticipation as he placed a finger underneath my chin, slowly raising me to stand in my heels. His tall frame was eye level with mine at the moment, breathing heavily as he simply stared, smirking at the bunny he had purchased the opportunity to control.

"You've certainly come into your own since the first time I met that new, nervous, and eager pink bunny, haven't you Rory?" I giggled, blushing softly as I looked away, offering a meek little shrug in response. He was right, of course, in the six or so months that I had been a bunny, I felt so different than when I started. Confident, sure of myself, learning exactly what I wanted out of life, all of it slowly falling into place under the careful tutelage of Matron Marylin.

Mr. Miles shifted, walking around me to admire the outfit chosen for me to wear, no doubt something he had a say in. Feeling his hands move over my chest, he slowly gripped the robe, pulling at it until it elegantly fell to the floor around me. I shifted in my heels, feeling far more exposed, those hands moving down my body to rest on my ass, a tender kiss on my neck forcing several moans from my lips.

He gripped and spanked each cheek, more playful than hard, listening to me whimper, each strike pushing me into that beautiful submissive sweet spot I had grown accustomed to. Reaching around, his hand cupped my clit, forcing my head to rest against him as I happily whined, leaning into that firm touch, those strong hands feeling the strain in my cage.

"How many releases have you earned from that troublesome Marylin, I wonder." I softly moaned in his ear, barely able to think.

"I've never cum outside of my cage since becoming a bunny, Mr. Miles." The deep chuckle behind me forcing another whimper from my lips, a final light tap on my clit making me squeak in surprise.

"Good girl, that's how it should be." Mr. Miles continued to explore my body, guiding me further down the path of his control. "If I owned this club all of you beautiful bunnies would be permanently sealed in those things." I shook, my legs shifting together from the very idea, never allowed an erection ever again... I knew a few people in my life now that probably shared his sentiment.

Moving in front of me once more, my eyes dancing with the desire and eagerness to serve him, Mr. Miles gently guided me down to my knees. "Rory, I want you to pleasure my cock. Take your time, there is no rush, focus on pleasing me, not making me cum." I squeaked softly, nodding up at him as his intense eyes stared down at me. "Worship slowly, my little pink sissy."

With shaking hands, I slowly lowered his pants, watching as he stripped off the remaining bits of his suit. Standing naked before me, his cock not quite fully hard just yet, I leaned in to lick all the way up and down his shaft, slowly watching and feeling it come to life. As it raised, I moved on to his balls, kissing and sucking as my hand gently stroked him, his cock a perfect size to play with.

Mr. Miles groaned above me, his hand resting in my hair, watching as I stared up at him as I worked. I kissed, licked, sucked, bit, everything I could think of to worship his cock, feeling the strain in my cage, the eagerness to feel it inside of me. I did exactly as directed, slowly devoting myself to his cock, no rush to make him cum, simply enjoying the sensation of pleasuring him.

I took the tip of his cock in my mouth just enough, letting it fall against my tongue, returning to coat him in my saliva. Never spending too long with it in my mouth, I played and teased with it as I saw fit, listening to the satisfaction rain down from above me, music to my ears. More and more his cock made its way into my mouth, slowly moving my lips up and down, taking him further and further into my throat.

I lost track of time playing with his cock, Mr. Miles in no rush to correct me, always staring down at the sissy he currently controlled, that grip never leaving my hair. Easily the longest I handled a cock before it came, often too eager to use my throat, whimpering softly as I wanted to taste his cum coating my tongue. But I was a good girl, Matron Marylin's words echoing in my mind, letting myself be led down whatever path Mr. Miles had in store for me.

Finally I was pulled off his cock, breathing raspy as I saw it pulsing right before me, strands of my saliva still connected to him. Mr. Miles smiled down at me, holding me in that position as I whimpered, my clit aching from his control now.

"Perfect, sissy. Just perfect, you are exactly where I need you to be." I softly moaned, feeling myself led and laid down on my back, Mr. Miles carefully removing my plug. Aching, my clit throbbing in the air, I nearly fainted as he easily slid it inside my eager little hole, so desperate to be fucked.

Mr. Miles placed his thumb in my mouth, lips wrapped around it as I moaned, feeling his cock slide in and out of me. Rubbing my g-spot, I felt my orgasm begin to build already, obviously knowing exactly how to fuck a sissy, as he continued with those slow, determined thrusts. My legs hung in the air, hands gently tweaking my hardened nipples, losing myself in the role of his sissy slut.

Yet as I got close to cumming, Mr. Miles shifted positions slightly, removing that beautiful pressure I felt inside of me, my orgasm being chased away. I whined around his thumb but he just smiled, offering me no explanation, soon after shifting back to return that wondrous sensation within me.

Once more he moved, denying me that building release, losing my mind as he fucked me. Thoroughly amused, Mr. Miles consistently controlled my fate with ease, staring down at the desperate little sissy moaning for his cock. I lost count how many times he denied me my orgasm, those sensual thrusts never ending, using me as a toy for his pleasure.

I gave up trying to cum, whimpering as each time my orgasm was chased away, fading into the background. Mr. Miles watched my transformation, simply stuck under his control, my mind melting from his cock and what it was doing to my eager little hole. After bringing me down from the edge once more, he picked up the pace, removing his thumb to grip my hip with both hands, growling as he pumped into me.

I stared up at his determination, watching him cum hard inside of me, my body shaking with frustration as my own orgasm seemed so far away. Lifting me up by the hips, Mr. Miles slowly pulled his cock out, flipping me over so my ass was high in the air as I rested on the couch.

I moaned as he massaged my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and back together, slowly feeling as he guided his cum out of me, leaking down my thighs. Mr. Miles smiled behind me, feeling that radiating need trapped in my body, the one he had spent hours cultivating, only to deny it anywhere to go. After amusing himself seeing how I had been marked by his cum, he replaced the plug in my ass, trapping whatever remained of his orgasm inside of me.

Once more I stood before him, cum still running down my leg as Mr. Miles slowly donned his suit. My body shaking, he once again took my chin in his hand, staring into my eyes to see the eagerness still inside of them.

"That, sissy," he said, a determination in his voice, "is how you should be kept all the time." I whimpered, pulsing around the plug in my ass as he spoke, terrified of how much I loved what he'd done to me. "Consumed by your own arousal, letting it control you, shape you. The perfect mindset for a bunny." I whimpered, unable to look away from those intense eyes.

"Stay right there until your Matron comes and collects you. Feel my cum dripping down your leg, marked as the sissy you are, that you need to be. Let the emotions you feel right now overtake you, Rory, become controlled by them." Hypnotised by his words, I hung onto each one, his voice softening so I had to strain to hear each word. "Until there's nothing left but the need to serve others."

Mr. Miles offered me a final, subtle smile, before leaving me standing breathless in the gold room. I barely noticed when Matron Marylin returned to collect me, finding a desperate sissy brimming with energy. She smirked, leading me back to her office away from prying eyes, connecting me to her desk. With a kind kiss on my forehead, she left me in that haze, the words of Mr. Miles still held my sanity captive as I softly moaned, each pulse of my clit only enhancing how I felt.

Eventually I felt myself begin to descend from that submissive high, moaning appreciatively as I felt Matron Marylin's hand on my cheek. "There's my Rory, I thought I lost you for a moment." I blushed, staring up at my owner.

"Sorry, Matron Marylin," I said, somewhat embarrassed how impactful I had been captivated by my interaction with Mr. Miles. "I couldn't shake what he said to me." I expected her to laugh, but she simply nodded, smiling down at me.

"You're not the only one, sweetie. That's why I only let him near my pink bunny, not many can handle what he enjoys doing to my sissies." I whimpered, wondering how the past bunnies in my position had fared dealing with such an intense man.

"Mr. Miles believes in complete devotion to your role in life, no room for any other." Matron Marylin said, stripping off her skirt before me. "To him, you are one thing, nothing more. He would strip you of any identity if given the chance, reduced to a slave, your mind focused solely on serving others." She rubbed her cock up and down my face, as if to emphasise her point.

"But," Matron Marylin continued, slowly sliding her cock into my mouth, "what makes a bunny so perfect, so enticing to those around them, is so much more than service." I moaned around her cock, feeling it glide along my tongue. "Each bunny is unique, a different force driving their decisions, their purpose in the role." I listened to her voice begin to catch, feeling her cock thickening and pulsing in my mouth.

"I want that hunger behind your eyes, that reminder of what you gave up to work for me. The releases you earn after being available to others for so long, solidifying why you chose to be a bunny in the first place, FUCK!" With emphasis, Matron Marylin shoved her cock down my throat, cumming hard as I shook in my binds, my poor clit erupting along with her. My body quivered through my orgasm, cumming hard from her fucking my throat, pulsing around the plug in my ass, still trapping some cum inside of me.

Breathing heavily, Matron Marylin sighed, smiling as she stared down at her pink bunny, a confused little mess of emotions. She let me clean off her cock, before kneeling down to playfully run a finger along my wet and desperate clit, rubbing my own cum all over my lips.

"The releases I grant you bunnies are not just rewards, they're necessities. It's what makes you all so special, and unique." My eyes wide, I whimpered, barely able to function after my confusing orgasm, never cumming in such a manner. But Matron Marylin just smiled, holding my cheek as she spoke. "You're perfect Rory, don't ever think I want more out of you than I ask for. I have you exactly where I need you to be, and more importantly, where you need you to be."

With a final kiss on my forehead, Matron Marylin dressed herself before leaving the office, sending Jo-Jo in to collect me at the end of her shift. Kissing and rubbing me, Jo-Jo cleaned me off in the shower, picking out a cute pink outfit to send me home in, walking with her arm glued to mine. Still in a daze, she led me to her bedroom, stripping both of us out of our clothes.

I watched as she strapped on a dildo, climbing onto the bed, resting above her clit. Taking my hand, she guided me onto her cock, moaning as I sank down into her lap, my back arched as I began to ride. Up and down, feeling Jo-Jo's hands on me, I moaned loudly as I slowly took back control of my own desires. Slowly regained some form of composure, my mind clearing from the fog that had consumed it for the past few hours.

Looking down, I kissed Jo-Jo hard, moaning against her lips as I rode in her lap, finally shaking as I came hard. I pushed the dildo as far in as it would go, quivering as I barely had the strength to remain upright, biting her neck to keep from screaming. Jo-Jo just kissed me over and over as I cried, overstimulated and emotional, so happy to be in her arms.

Recovering, I slid off her cock, my body still tingling as I cleaned off the mess I made of her tummy with my tongue, before sliding up against her in the bed for more kisses. Jo-Jo just smiled, running a hand through my hair, listening as I explained the evening. I sighed, once more knowing exactly what I wanted out of being a bunny, Mr. Miles' confusing words chased from my mind.

I knew I'd have to see him again, and I knew I would be lured into that fantasy of complete and total submission. But between Matron Marylin and my beautiful girlfriend, I didn't worry about them leading me out of that maze of emotion, back into their welcoming arms.

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I groaned as the alarm went off the next morning, pulling Jo-Jo tighter against my body as she tried to get up. She tried her best to squirm away, but being far stronger I just giggled, pinning her to my chest. With a dramatic effort, she flopped around to face me, feeling her glare on my face without having to open my eyes.

"Do you really want to be late seeing Samantha, hmmm? She's already so pissed at you..." I whined, pouting and sticking out my tongue at my girlfriend, who promptly used the opportunity to bite it. Squeaking in shock, Jo-Jo laughed as I recoiled, using the moment to slip away, taking the covers with her. I offered her my best glare, before leaving the bed with a dramatic sigh, ignoring the aching I felt coming from my clit.

Both casually dressed in some leggings, our cages somewhat hidden by long shirts, we made our way through the city, pulling up to the moderately sized house. The Sissy Lounge was quite a successful club, but Matron Marylin certainly didn't flaunt her success. I whimpered softly as we made it to the door, Jo-Jo offering me an eyeroll as I hesitated to knock, extending her hand and doing it herself.

A pristine looking Samantha opened the door, smiling at the two bunnies. "Ah, right on time you two! Come in now." We shuffled inside, standing awkwardly in the main foyer, a spiraling staircase upstairs to our right. "Please remove your clothes, I've provided you both with something to wear for today."

Nervously staring at Jo-Jo, we both slowly stripped down to our cages, clothes folded neatly and handed over to Samantha, who promptly stuffed them under one arm, beckoning us to follow her upstairs. My clit strained hard as we walked behind her, wearing a bikini and a cute flowing skirt, covering up her bottoms. She stopped at their guest bedroom, turning to Jo-Jo.

"Yours is on the bed sweetie, I got your sizes from Mare so everything should fit." Jo-Jo nodded, offering me one final look of support before she disappeared inside. With a smile that seemed less than nice, Samantha continued towards the master bedroom, not even looking to see if I followed like a good girl. I did.

As their bed came into view I whimpered, seeing the outfit prepared for me. Samantha wasted no time, forcing me to sit as she wordlessly slid the pantyhose up my legs, a wide hole in between my legs leaving my clit and ass exposed. I moaned softly, the tights feeling heavenly against my legs, far more silky than I was accustomed to.

My involuntary noises were ignored as Samantha draped the maid uniform around me, sealing it on one button at a time up my front. No petticoats, no frills, just a traditional black outfit, fitting my figure perfectly. A white apron was tied around my waist, tightly snug as she wrapped a bow just above my ass, feeling the restraint around me. Some modest heels were provided, slipping into them, just a touch smaller than what I wore as a bunny.

Staring down, my hands together, Samantha finally acknowledged me, forcing me to kneel before her. With a finger under my chin, she lifted my eyes to hers. "You will spend the day serving us exactly as you are told, Rory." I whimpered, nodding up to the domineering presence. "Afterwards, we shall have a little chat, you and I, heavily dependent on your performance." Again, I nodded, completely terrified of this beautiful, adorable, tiny woman.

"Good." Releasing her finger, she stood up straight, allowing me to do the same. "You will go clean the kitchen, top to bottom, and then come out to the pool."

"Yes, Miss Samantha," I said, feeling it appropriate for her current hold over me. Samantha fixed me with a final stare, before heading back downstairs, leaving me with an aching clit brushing against my new uniform.

The kitchen wasn't in terrible shape, my first task a fairly easy one, finishing the dishes in the sink first. I scrubbed down the counters, washed the floors, and even cleaned the shelves in the fridge, hoping to encourage as much good faith as I could from Miss Samantha. Finally satisfied with my task, legs shifting together as I moaned to myself, I made my way out to the backyard, unsure of what I was walking into.

What I saw was a traitor.

Jo-Jo lounged on one of the chairs, one of several guests over at Matron Marylin's house, a fruity looking drink resting beside her. Her outfit, as Miss Samantha had framed it to be, assuming it would be similar to my own, was nothing more than a cute magenta bikini, her own throw and sandals resting nearby. She even was given her own sunglasses! Growling, I shot her a dirty look which I'm sure she saw from behind those ridiculously big things on her face, making my way over to Miss Samantha and Matron Marylin.

The guests cooed at my uniform, blushing deeply as I curtsied before my owner and her wife, trying to drown out all the other noise. Matron Marylin offered me a smirk from behind her own shades, a beautiful one-piece swimsuit hugging her strong body.

"Ah, there you are Rory! I was just telling our friends about the new maid we... acquired recently." My blush deepened, not daring to offer any retort, hands folded in front of me as I waited to be told what to do. "Why don't you freshen up everyone's drinks, my dear. There's a make-shift bar set up at the back." Miss Samantha dismissed me with a wave of her hand, Matron Marylin offering me a small form of apology for my situation, mouthing sorry as I curtsied, almost certain she didn't mean it!

I made my way around to each person, meeting some for the first time. Each of course took great pleasure in my services, as I took empty drinks and made new ones, having to look up how to make the ridiculous requests they threw at me. I saved Jo-Jo for last, who I saw was shaking an empty glass filled with ice cubes in my direction.

That little bitch... I thought LOUDLY to myself.

"What may I get you, Ma'am?" I said through gritted teeth, a large grin plastered on my girlfriend's face as she lifted up her sunglasses to look at me, drinking in the uniform I now wore.

"Oh, dahling," Jo-Jo said, groaning through the fake accent she decided to use, the urge to smack her growing by the minute. "Well don't you look pahsitively rahvishin'!" I squirmed, despite knowing she was teasing, any compliment from her always seemed to radiate within myself, whining at her as I stomped my heel in her direction.

"What do you want!" I huffed, glaring at her, but this just made that grin grow all the more, continuing with her charade as I sighed, waiting patiently for her to finish being dramatic. After what felt like an eternity, I walked away with my face burning in humiliation and annoyance, heels clicking off the poolside covering. All of that for her to request a refill of her sangria... I swear she was so fucking lucky she was so damn cute!

After parading me around her friends, Miss Samantha sent me off to vacuum upstairs, once more curtsying to the delight of all those around me. I could feel my clit pulsing underneath my uniform as I walked away, blushing hard from my predicament. I let myself fall into my new role for the day, rhythmically moving back and forth, cleaning the carpets and floors upstairs.

Eventually the pool party was over, as it moved into the afternoon and a chill breeze began to form. Miss Samantha had me curtsy to all those leaving, promising that I would be here to attend them at the next gathering, internally groaning from hearing this wasn't the last time I'd be in this uniform. With a finger, Miss Samantha ushered me around the house, taking notes on how well I had cleaned, following dutifully behind her.

Her little tour finished in the basement, stripping me of my new uniform as I whimpered, sitting down in a chair as my ankles, wrists, chest, and waist were strapped in place. Miss Samantha walked towards me with a latex hood in her hands, determination in her eyes as it was slowly slipped over my head, plunged into darkness as I whined. She pulled down my jaw to place a ball gag between my lips, with even more of my senses stolen from me.

I heard her sigh, running a hand along my chest as she moved behind me, listening to the tiny whimpers escaping around the gag. "Rory, Rory, Rory..."She offered my nipples a slight squeeze with each repeat of my name. "What am I going to do with you?" I whined, trying to offer an explanation for what happened that night, but the gag muffled my speech, Miss Samantha obviously not interested in what I had to say.

I felt my cage being removed, completely surprised as I groaned, experiencing my first erection in weeks. Matron Marylin sometimes allowed us one during cleanings, but usually she took precautions to ensure it was a luxury. Instantly I was hard, my cock throbbing in the small hands that held it, unsure if it was Jo-Jo or Miss Samantha.

I felt the telltale feeling of the handheld laser hair removal device Matron Marylin always used on us, those little tiny jabs all over your skin. Afterwards a lotion was spread up and down my cock, never letting it soften. I shook with need as I felt something wrap around my cock and balls, tight and snug, keeping them erect and on display. All the while, that tiny hand kept stroking me, never fast enough to let me cum.

I moaned into the gag, cock aching as it was edged over and over, feeling more firm than I ever remembered it being. I felt someone shift behind me, arm reaching around my body to continuously stroke my cock, whispering in my ear.

"After your little stunt, Rory, from this point forward I am going to be your keyholder." I whimpered, Miss Samantha's voice echoing in my mind. "And until you're forgiven, this will be the last erection you feel for a long, long, long while..." I cried into the gag, begging for forgiveness, but my voice went ignored, her hand just consistently slowly moving up and down, my body quivering with a desperate need to cum.

In between strokes, Miss Samantha offered my taut balls plenty of smacks, tears streaming down my face hidden by the hood. Back and forth it went, my mind a complete mess as I swapped between pain and pleasure. By the time I felt Miss Samantha offer me a reprieve, cage sliding back onto me, I could only feel the throbbing sensation in my balls.

Again I felt her lips pressed right to my ear. "Each Sunday you will make your way here to be my maid, plenty of chores around here to keep you busy." I whimpered, realising that my time in that boring uniform would continue. "And afterwards you will find yourself down here, where I will clean, strip, and abuse that clit of yours. Over and over, until I tire of punishing you." I whined, feeling the gag being removed from my mouth.

"Yes, Miss Samantha" I could barely whisper it, my throat not responding being so thoroughly controlled. The hood was removed so I could stare up at my new keyholder, a necklace dangling around her neck to torment me further.

"Don't worry, Rory. In a few short months... or perhaps years... I'm sure you will earn my forgiveness." I gulped, seeing in her eyes that she was quite serious, whimpering softly as I realised just how long I'd go before earning a regular release. Taken out of my binds, Miss Samantha led a now broken and demure sissy up the stairs, Jo-Jo and Matron Marylin casually chatting at the table.

Miss Samantha handed me off to Jo-Jo, stripping me of the remainder of my uniform so it could be thrown in the wash. Soon dressed, we said goodbye to the couple, heading back to her place as I sat there, still coming to terms with this new reality in my life. My clit ached after being edged, wanting to cum, to burst forth from the cage, and I didn't have the heart to tell it that it may never get the chance to... ever again.

Back home, Jo-Jo dressed me in a cute little romper, cuddling together on the couch. She ruffled up my hair, leading me out of that submissive mindset as I giggled, whining at her.

"Don't worry," she said, planting a kiss on my forehead as I rested against her, "you have my cock to entertain you now, why would you ever need yours?" I glared up at her smirk, but truthfully didn't have any heart behind it, somewhat agreeing with my girlfriend. Being a bunny, a maid, a girlfriend, even just a grade A slut; having my own cock to play with felt like a thing of the past.

I knew how happier I was being caged, how much of a good girl I became wearing it, not to mention the mindset it put me in when being a bunny! And now, with that choice stolen from me, all I could do was feel it ache and strain between my legs, knowing that would be the constant in my life going forward. From the look in Miss Samantha's eyes, I doubted that would change anytime soon.

With a defeated sigh, I sunk further into Jo-Jo on the couch, closing my eyes from such an extensive day, taking a significant step forward in my new, true role in life.

That of the Pink Sissy Bunny.