THE EASTER BUNNY

I yawned, stretched and opened my eyes. Sunlight was streaming into my bedroom through a gap in the curtains, making the room uncomfortably bright. I pulled my furry blanket with me as I scooted to the edge of the bed to look at my alarm clock - it was five past 10 on the morning of Easter Sunday. I looked to my side, and noticed a distinct lack of Pauline - it was unlike her to get up before me. I slid out of bed, wrapping my blanket around my naked body, and wandered into the ensuite bathroom.

I dumped my blanket and smiled at my reflection in the mirror before I turned on the shower. It was then that I noticed the talcum powder had a note attached to it, written in Pauline's fair hand. It read: Use me. I smiled to myself, wondering what on earth she had in store for me. The anticipation got too much for me and, consequently, my shower was very brief. I rubbed the white talcum powder all over my body and opened the ensuite door, letting a mixture of warm steam and talcum powder into the bedroom. On the back of the door, to my surprise (since it hadn't been there earlier), was my favourite black latex catsuit with a similar note attached: Wear me.

Loving this little game already, I slipped into the catsuit. I took my time, enjoying the sensation of the cold material stretching over my thighs, pulling it up tight against my flesh, feeling it slowly warm with my body heat as I pulled the zip up my chest, squishing my breasts deliciously together. The zip went all the way up to my neck, and I took a few moments to admire my super-sexy black latex reflection in the mirror, stroking my black latex thighs with my black latex fingers, then turning to watch the light reflect from the black latex curves of my shiny buttocks. A vision with a gorgeous skintight sheen.

I was feeling very sexy... it was time to find Pauline and do something about it. I headed out of the bedroom and stopped - there was another item of clothing hanging on the back of the bedroom door, with another note attached: Don me. I raised an eyebrow - it was a black plastic headband with a pair of cat ears on it. I grinned and quickly donned it, taking a second to peek at my reflection in the bedroom mirror again. Far too cute.

Shaking my head but unable to lose my smile, I walked downstairs. Further items were laid out for me on the journey to the lounge, each with a label written in Pauline's immaculate handwriting: a pair of black stiletto-heeled boots, a leather collar and a padlock. Following the instruction on the note which came with the padlock, I attached the collar to the zip of the catsuit, effectively trapping myself inside my clothing. That simple action made me feel even sexier... since I didn't know where the key to the padlock was.

I pushed open the lounge door, and smiled when I saw Pauline. Whereas I was dressed entirely in black, she was dressed entirely in white. But while the only hint of bondage in my costume was the collar and padlock at my throat, she was bound completely helpless. I stood for a moment, gazing at her, taking in all the details and subtleties of her ensemble. Poking out of her blonde hair was a pair of white bunny ears, which complemented the white fluffy bunny tail just above her bum. A simple white thong swimsuit, white fishnet tights and white strappy heels completed the costume. As for the bondage, it was not so colour co-ordinated but definitely improved her outfit. A white crotch-rope tied off at the front gripped her nether regions, and her hands were cuffed to the rear of it (the chain also passed through the thong of her swimsuit). A black ballgag was pulled tight inside her mouth, and she was already drooling from the edges. Her ankles were tied tightly together with white rope, as were her knees. The final touch was a note, stuck to her left buttock: Catch me.

She was standing in the centre of the room, somehow keeping her balance despite her high heels, bound legs and clamped nipples... She turned when she saw me enter, and I saw that a pair of clover clamps gripped her nipples through her clothing. With mock fear in her eyes, she tried to flee... with her legs bound as they were, she could only manage little bunny hops. I watched her for a moment, finding her movement very endearing, especially the way her breasts bounced, and the way the clamp chain between those breasts jumped with a life of its own.

"I see a cute little bunny, ready for the taking," I purred in my best Michelle Pfeiffer Catwoman voice, getting into my role as I slowly stalked Pauline around the sofa.

She responded by mmmphing into the gag, her bunny ears flopping around as she hopped her way towards the door via which I had entered. I let her go, toying with her, following at the same pace, running my hands over my body as I moved, looking forward to getting my hands on her tender flesh. I caught up with her just before she got to the kitchen, and I hooked a single black latex finger behind the thong of her swimsuit and the back of her crotch rope - simple yet effective, it prevented her hops from taking her forward any further. But still she tried, and when she realised that she wasn't making any progress, she began to struggle with her bonds. I smiled, letting one hop carry her forward, then pulling her backwards on the next hop.

I was so horny, I didn't have the self-control to continue the innocent game of cat and mouse... well, cat and rabbit. On her next hop, I pulled her back, hard, so that her bound arms were pressed against my latex bosom - I wrapped my arms around her, effectively trapping her, one hand stroking her hair away from her left shoulder, the other hand moving down to grip her breasts through her swimsuit, ignoring the painful clamps as I held her close.

"Got you," I whispered into her ear, before planting a kiss on her neck... the kiss became a love bite, and I sucked until I heard her whimper into the gag.

She groaned, softly, and I released my grip on her. I peeled the note from her bum and was surprised to see another note underneath: Eat me. I smiled, and peeled that off her bum too, and gave her fishnet buttocks a playful slap.

"You look delicious," I said, softly, taking hold of the chain hanging between her nipples and using it to lead her back to the lounge.

Progress was slow, mainly because she was tiring from all the hopping... but the clover clamps gripping her nipples were more than enough motivation to make her follow me. Once in the lounge, I pushed her down onto the sofa - she landed on her breasts, and immediately began to squirm, pushing them into the soft cushions, trying to relieve the pain from the clamps. I climbed onto the sofa with her, momentarily transfixed by her gyrating buttocks before I pounced, my latex fingers roaming her body while I licked the fishnet covering her thighs. I turned my attention to her bum, licking and nibbling her buttocks as my fingers found the rope tight between her legs.

I untied her crotch rope, and used the rope to tie her elbows together, tight. She was quite helpless on the sofa, squirming beneath me, while I changed her bondage. I pushed her legs underneath her, so she was kneeling on the sofa, still with her breasts pressed into the cushions, and I untied the rope from her knees. I used the rope to create a very short link between her bound ankles and the chain between her nipples, so that she couldn't straighten up... I sat back and admired my handiwork while she continued to struggle and mumble into the gag, getting a considerable amount of drool on the sofa in the process.

"Happy Easter," I smiled, quickly ripping the fishnet covering her bum to shreds and pulling the crotch of her swimsuit to one side to reveal her soaking-wet pussy.

Without a moments hesitation, I buried my face in Pauline's pussy, lapping up her juices as I pushed my tongue deep inside her, further encouraged by the loud, muffled moans coming from somewhere in the sofa... She began to wriggle in her bondage, but she was completely helpless - she couldn't do a thing to stop me exploring her deeply with my tongue... teasing her clit... gripping her thighs with my latex-covered fingers as I probed her... Her instinct was to straighten up, but any movement in that direction pulled on those vicious clamps gripping her nipples, and made her moan all the louder... It didn't take long for her to start instinctively bucking, unable to stop herself pulling on the clamps... a long, low groan escaped her gag as she moved... and I felt her whole body quivering as she came... violently... again and again...