Midnight Secret

The gala was at a near country estate own by one of the society's members and there was plenty of accomodation for all the attendees. Setup of all the various activities and rooms had been underway for the last week. I had kept the event weekend free as to do otherwise was to court mother's ire. Attendance was mandatory anyway, barring age and exceptional circumstances.

"Of course. I took the liberty to book your room next to mine. I expect John will be busy supervising the preparations for the bunnies for periods over the weekend but we will have time to play." My sister and I had been lovers for years. As were the rest of the females in the extended family, including mother. We were all expected to be expert mistresses in the art of sex and domination.

"There won't be much time and one of the senior Matriarchs will have us each night."

"True, but I do love our times together."

I held her hand affectionately. "Love you back sister."

After many generations of quality genetic partner selection, the women of the family were all stunning female specimens. Tall, intelligent, strong, vibrant and beautiful. We all looked after ourselves. Food, exercise, sleep, education and of course mother had carefully taught us the ways of indoctrinating our partners to mould them however we wished. I was planning to take that process many steps further in my business and potentially revolutionise our control procedures. All secret for the moment.

We kissed and I went to finish my preparations for the weekend.

As I left, Joanna said. "Leaving at midday. Arriving at 1pm. Planning to eat at the estate. All the fun starts at 8pm. Mother is making her own way."

Breanna, my mother's sister and our aunt, had her sissy transgendered partner, in predicament bondage in the foyer, just inside the entrance. She had done her familial duty years ago and already fathered their two girls. After which she loaded him up with girl hormones. She had a strong fetish in that direction and many of the males in her estate were sissies and transgendered women. As she was the matriarch of all the women in her estate, they tended to follow her lead. Mother and her were travelling to the gala together.

There was no elevation from society staff and patronised families into the family. You had to be born in. Of course all staff and particularly tier 1 families were well looked after. Only tier 1 family females were in the inner circle and helped to run the family businesses. They were privy to many but not all secrets.

I preferred my men to be and look like men as did mother and Joanna. I could see the attraction though and quite enjoyed pegging sissy's. They were invariably anal sluts. In his case he had responded exceptionally well to oestrogen therapy and had large double D breasts which hung down below her torso. Unusual for a sissy to have such large breasts, but they were definitely all natural. There were numerous winds of rope around her limbs and torso so she was well supported and the bondage wouldn't be particularly painful. Feminised men avoided the rule of being hairless in the society and her pink hair also hung down, framing her face. Even bulls had to comply with the no hair rule.

She was tied naked face down to a tilted over cross, hanging from it. She had been there all night. Not sure when she was being released. But not my problem. Breanna would have organised something. The difficult part appeared to be with her head as that was unrestrained and she had to hold it up for many hours. Currently hanging down so she must have exhausted her neck.

I glanced at the cross but continued past. I didn't bother with a greeting as I would have with a real female.

It was only 10am. Plenty of time to get ready, but there was a bit to do still and I didn't want to delay our departure. Not my first rodeo and the Friday night start while ritualistic was always fun. Mother would be pissed if I was late, which I certainly wanted to avoid.

***

David PoV

Bunnie Mansion

We left early on Friday. I drove Amy to the address she supplied. About 50km from the CBD. She said I wouldn't need anything, just myself. She was smiling as if she knew something I didn't. She hadn't said much about the weekend other than I would be a male sub for the Mistresses.

"What haven't you told me?" I asked. Not that I was worried, but I liked knowing what was going on.

An even wider grin. "I'd rather keep you in the dark for this one. I was there last year. It was great fun. A serious bunch of dominatrices who are really into their fetishes and dominating men."

"So if all the subs are men? How come you are here then?"

"There are a few who are into women. In case you haven't noticed that's me."

"Nope, never picked it up. Really! All this time we've been fucking and you're not a chick?"

She slapped my leg. "Treat me nice this weekend. Or I'll tell them you need extra punishment as a recalcitrant male."

"Hmph. I can take anything they can dish out. Just a bunch of weak women."

"This is definitely going to be fun. She is going to love you." She laughed.

She? Who was Amy referring to? I got distracted by a passing car and focused back on my driving.

I was committed now. Male pride meant I couldn't back out. I got the feeling I should have asked more questions beforehand.

We arrived at the address, the gated entrance was 50m from the road and hidden from casual observation. Amy read from an envelope a code into the intercom and the gate opened. I drove in, down a long gravel road through a thick forest which eventually opened into a large three story building surrounded by manicured lawns and hedges. Sheds and other buildings were scattered around the property. Some serious money here. We were early, no one else in sight. I parked out front and a bald guy dressed in overalls came out to greet us. We exited the car.

"Bunny and his handler?"

Bunny?

"Yep." Amy replied. I looked at her. Grin as wide as I'd ever seen. She did have a wicked sense of humour, the kinky slut.

The dude told us to, "Drive around the rear to the tradesman's entrance. Park in the area marked out by the orange witches hats. Harry will see you there in a minute or two."

I tried to out stare her. "I'm asking again, what haven't you told me?"

Grinning all the way. "Just go with the flow for the weekend. We will both have some fun."

How bad could it be? They were paying a cool $1,200. Serious money for a weekend. And a major reason I'd wanted to attend. I was a student... and not exactly flush with cash. I had been pestering her to attend one of her BDSM weekend events so I was only getting what I had asked for.

But I had to have the last word. "Why do I think that your version of fun isn't the same as mine in this case?"

She assured me. "It'll be fine, no problem."

"I have a long memory, Amy."

We got back into the car.

As I started it up, another vehicle drove in and stopped right outside the front door. It was a luxury, top end Porsche hybrid, worth a fucking fortune. Must be one of the mistresses as no twenty year old owned one of those. There was a guy driving and another two people in the car, both sitting in the back seat. I paused to see who got out. Amy turned to see what I was looking at. Immediately she turned and saw the car, she said in what seemed to be a rush, "Come on we are late let's go around the back."

What was the rush? I thought we were early.

I started the car and put it into drive.

The two passengers in the car got out and I watched them in the rear view mirror. Must be two sisters as they looked almost identical.

Wait! Was one of them Elise? Tall, same build, hair, posture. I couldn't see her face but everything else matched. Surely not. They disappeared inside as we rounded the corner of the house.

I was going to ask Amy, but as we drove around the back, I saw the cones. We were out of sight of the main house and I parked. Already several cars were there, so we weren't the first to arrive. No luxury models here. Just a few cheapies like mine.

Another bald guy (Harry?) met us and told us to follow him.

We entered a large building separate from the main mansion where we saw yet another bald guy sitting at a table.

"Do you have your signed disclaimers?" He asked with no preliminaries. Hello to you too.

Amy piped up, "Sorry we forgot them. We can sign it now, if you have some spares."

He sighed. There were a few pages on the table in two separate piles with some pens. He passed us one from each. Hers was different to mine.

I quickly scanned it, some stuff I expected for a BDSM event, some I didn't. I could see why Amy hadn't shown me beforehand. What the hell. Focus on the $1,200. I'd get her back later.

Holding and reading the sheet, I turned to her. "Slut bitch, wait til we get back to Melbourne. Next time we visit the Black Tangerine you are getting the works."

"Promises, promises. Now shut up and sign. I'm your handler for the weekend, mister bunny or should I call you, Thumper."

Disclaimer :

- allocated name : Thumper

- expect to be prepared to present as a bunny, wearing costumes as directed

- safe word is RED but using it voids 75% of agreed payment

- anal - give and receive

- oral - give and receive

- nipple play - give and receive

- water sports - give and receive

- impact play including, spanking, paddling, caning, flogging - receive

- gagging - receive

- wax play - receive

- sounding - receive

- enema - receive

- kissing - give and receive

- sph - receive

- cbt - receive

- chastity - wearing

- bondage, rope play, cuffing - receive

- erectile disfunction medication - receive

- shaving - receive

- no photography and phones to be handed in

and more, a whole page of stuff. A whole laundry list of kink.

Places for other things like : Allergies, Medications, Epilepsy, etc

and on it went...

Signature / Witness / Date

Table dude took them after we signed and dated. He witnessed both after quickly scanning the documents and gave Amy a cloth bag. Labelled Thumper on the outside.

Talking to me. "Please take your stimulant tablet now." He said staring.

Tablet? "What sort of tablet." I wasn't taking any drugs. That was a deal breaker.

He saw my concern and explained. "It's just a Cialis derivative with caffeine. Designed to keep you stiff and wide awake for the mistresses until they have finished with you. Nothing to be concerned about."

I looked at Amy. Raised my eyebrows.

She encouraged me to take it. "It's fine dude. You'll need it to keep up with these ladies. If it's anything like last year, they are all seriously freaky and insatiable bitches."

Fine, down with the tablet followed by a mouthful of water. I'd never needed Viagra or Cialis but had never been expected to go for hours and all weekend. Assuming that would be expected of me.

He was talking to Amy. "I remember you from last year. Same deal, different location. You suckered him here didn't you."

"Yeah, he's my boyfriend. He'll be fine. He's a good sport and always had a bunny fetish."

He grinned at me too, matching Amy's. "Enjoy the weekend Thumper."

In for a dollar... I followed Amy into the next room as couldn't think of a witty comeback to shoot off.

After a shower, where Amy also gave my ass a thorough flushing, I dried myself, standing naked. At least the temperature was warm. I felt a buzz from the tablet. Cock rising. Must have had a strong dose of caffeine along with the cock erection stuff. Weapon of sexual destruction was in the house. Watch out ladies!

Next stage was a shaving station adjacent to the showers.

"Sit."

I sat on a padded stool on a tiled floor. A broom and a bin with a plastic liner occupied the room. There was a sheet inside the cloth bag and Amy read it.

"Show me." I held out my hand.

"Nope it's a secret. Just do what you are told." Her stupid grin was still plastered all over her face.

"I'm taking your $1,200 too."

She pinched me on a nipple to remind me she had some sharp clippers in her hand and was about to start removing some hair. "Sit still otherwise I might cut you."

She took the electric trimmer and removed all my excess hair.

She went through one of my eyebrows, shaving it off completely.

I stood up. "Amy. WTF. That was my eyebrow." Gone in a flash.

She had an answer to everything. "Hold still I have to match up the other side now." She pushed me back down.

"It's part of the deal. Hairless including eye brows."

Grumpily. "If you start pulling eye lashes. I'm gone."

$1,200. Keep the eye on the prize.

Other side gone in a second.

Luckily, the eyelashes stayed. Thank fuck.

Trimming my pubic hair took ages and we were in the room for over an hour. She finished off with a razor blade to give me a close shave all over. They had shavers there and I shaved my face extra close while she did the rest of me. She got me to sweep up all my hair and dump it in the bin.

Several other 'bunnies' overtook us in the shaving area. All good looking young guys. Many were 95% shaved already when they arrived and passed through into the next room rapidly.

I sighed. It would grow back. Eventually. "$1,200 isn't enough."

"Don't be a cry baby, Thumper. I'll stick on fake eyebrows after the weekend. Thin and femme, you'll love the new you. No problem."

"You won't be able to sit down for a week. I'm going to spank you so hard."

In the next room, makeup stations, I sat down again.

She dumped everything in the bag on the table next to me. She got to work putting the bunny gear on me.

Pink floppy, bunny ears. Pink collar labelled Thumper. Painted my nails. Everything was a fluoro pinky red. I was resigned. She stuck a pink fluffy bunny tail at the bottom of my spine with some sort of adhesive tape. Pink adhesive nipple tassels. Pink lipstick.

"Wriggle your butt, I want to see if the tail stays on."

Seriously. I sighed again, the sex and fun had better be worth it. Whatever. I swung my hips side to side and I could feel the bunny tail stuck to my lower back swaying as I moved.

Her plastered grin was unrelenting. "Pout for me."

"I'm going to own you for the next year."

"Quiet and pout, we are running behind. You took ages to shave." She applied the lipstick. I'd never worn any before. Strange feeling on my lips. Not necessarily bad.

She was loving this, she gestured by demonstrating with her lips. "Kiss, kiss for me." I pursed my lips.

She carefully painted curved pink lipstick eye brows on me.

A small butt plug she stuck in me last. A pink jewel at the end. Lubed it well. I was half expecting her to do something with my cock, but she left it alone. I will very erect and feeling a bit strange.

There was a mirror at each makeup station and at the end she showed me the result. Hairless, bunny ears, lipstick, painted centimetre thick pink eyebrows, pink tassels on my nips, etc. What a freak show. I was quite a sight and the event was still hours away. Almost unrecognisable.

Amy was still casually dressed.

She had my watch in the bag and my phone was with the 'establishment'. "What's next?" She had been here before.

"Late lunch. I'll top up the makeup as necessary."

In the next room, a temporary kitchen had been setup. Jugs of water, a variety of sandwiches, fruit and salads. Self serve. A few more bunnies were filtering in, each with their female handler. All dressed like me with pink bunny accoutrements. The only thing distinguishing us was the unique name on our collars. Interesting how being completely hairless made us all look remarkably similar. Bunny clones. There were two sissy or transgendered bunnies in the group and they were exempt from being hairless on their head. But not from being universally pink as their hair was dyed. Both had small tits.

I was surprised how different I looked completely hairless. Lucky I wasn't shy. Parading around naked as I was in pink bunny bits and pieces. Never telling anyone about this.

"You are sworn to silence about this."

Amy commented. "Accepting bribes to stay silent Thumper. I'm horny. I'm enjoying this. We must come next year too"

"Only if there is a female puppy version. I think I'll book you for an extended visit to a pony ranch. Ride you around strapped to a buggy all day. Tapping on that cute ass of yours with a riding crop."

She countered with. "Has anyone ever told you that you make a cute bunny?"

"Not lately." At some level it was arousing. It was a level beyond anything we had done together before and the presumably really kinky stuff with the dommes was still hours away. If they went to this effort, I'm sure there was a lot more planned for the weekend. The disclaimer had been quite comprehensive in its kink list. There hadn't been an option to cross off anything on the list so all the bunnies were dedicated kinksters. It was very organised, like a production line and they had obviously been doing this for a long time.

After lunch with the almost two dozen bunnies sitting around, we were told to attend a protocol briefing.

Our handlers sat next to us. In my case, Amy.

The first female I had seen, apart from our handlers, walked in with a remote in her hand. Dressed in dominatrix black leather gear. Very attractive and tall. Built well and lean. 30'ish.

She dismissed our female handlers, leaving all us naked pink bunnies watching her. She turned to the TV on the wall with her remote. A logo for the Femona society appeared. A silhouette of a domme with one heeled foot posing on a naked male on his hands and knees underneath her. A whip in her hand. They were definitely serious about this stuff.

"Bunnies, watch this presentation." She pressed play and departed the room too. I was feeling a bit light headed and moments into the presentation I drifted off. The next thing I knew Amy was shaking me awake. I shook my head. Had the presentation finished? The TV was off. I was stiff and erect. As were all the other bunnies. Drops of semen leaking down my cock.

Amy cleaned it up with a finger, lingering at the end of my cock, circling the urethra entrance at the end..

She ordered. "Suck." I opened my mouth and licked her finger as she pressed it into my mouth. Automatic. Didn't have to think about it.

I was still light headed, finding it hard to concentrate. Add dizzy and buzzed as well. Flashes of dominant females came into my mind. I was completely aroused.

Amy had changed too. Presumably into her costume for the event tonight. Black leather bustier corset and g-string. Her breasts were supported from underneath, leaving her nipples free. I loved the side boob look and this was even better. Hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Black sheer pantyhose with attached garter straps. 3" black heels. Pink lipstick and nails the same as mine. I wouldn't say we were a matching pair but definitely there was a sub bunny with a matching dominatrix handler vibe.

Amy led me away back to the makeup station and touched up my lipstick and eyebrows. Immediately she was happy with her touch up, we headed to the main building. It was dark outside. How long had the presentation gone? I couldn't remember anything from it. I started to feel calm and relaxed, the dizziness fading. My cock was still erect and throbbing. Leaking my man juices. Amy kept swiping the drops and getting me to suck her finger.
Amy, the rest of the handlers and all of us bunnies were led into a richly furnished room in the mansion and arranged to stand in a semi circle. We were all tall, fit, young men around 20 years of age. Each handler stood behind their bunny. I noticed Amy now had a crop in her right hand.

She whispered. "Show time, Davey boy."

The woman who had talked to us before the presentation appeared and ordered us bunnies to kneel. We all dropped immediately. As if we were marionettes with our strings cut. Almost like my brain was on auto, there had been no conscious decision to go to my knees. I felt strangely blank and docile. The handlers moved behind their bunnies their hands on our shoulders. Amy put her crop at my lips, pressing it in. I opened my mouth and held it horizontally. "Good bunny." I felt a surge of arousal at her words.

A single file of well dressed women in loose gowns entered the room. Aged from 20 to 70. Or there about. Even the older ones were very well preserved. Lean and sexy. I'd never seen such a group of tall and extremely attractive women before. There were several that looked like sisters and mothers, aunts and grandmothers too maybe. They all wore masks. Covering enough of their faces so that it was impossible to identify any of them.

At what must have been a pre-arranged signal that I missed, their gowns dropped to the floor, leaving them as naked as we bunnies were. There appeared to be one mistress for each bunny and handler. Game on!

End Part 1