Snow Bunny

Before we begin this fun little tail (did I mean tale?  Or was I making you think of what you hoped I would do with yours?  hmmm?), and it's more of a fun sale than a sexy tale, though there are some sexy things (IMHO) in it… there are generally two definitions of a ‘snow bunny’ in modern colloquialism, One of them has to do with interracialism… the other has to do with trendy girls that like to ski, this story is about the second one… though to be fair, if there is a desire for the first, let me know. I'll see what I can do.

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional. For those unowned Subs and Sissies: Rules: 1. If you want to be my sissy while reading this story, “Simply declare to yourself and the world by saying aloud, “I am Mistress Dyvia’s sissy plaything.”  See that wasn’t so hard. 2. If you have a chastity cage, lock it on, now. I want you aroused while reading this story.  Before you even begin reading past the title, tease yourself, get yourself excited. Caged or not, you should be at peak arousal as you start to read this story, 3. Have a buttplug ready if you have one, put it in when she has it in, and it doesn’t come off until she gets off the slopes.  If you don’t have one, get a pair of socks, and roll it into a donut, sit on and pretend like your ass had eight inches of soft rubber in your ass…  YUou facial expressions better match! 4. There is one instruction at the end of the story, follow it.5. If you follow that instruction, you may unlock your cage (if you are wearing one) and you are to cum for me. That wasn’t a request. Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Snow Bunny

By: Mistress Dyvia

There's something about Christmas morning… There's always been something about Christmas morning ever since I was a little girl. Did Santa come? What would under the tree look like? As an adult? You always knew the answers to this question… but then you would look at the tree, and you only know what half of the gifts are… especially when there was only two of you in the morning. 

I felt Ben's arm around my waist, we were spooning, we were sleeping while spooning… I like that. I always like that. 

When I was a kid I used to wait so anxiously for Santa to come. I'd be lying awake, looking at the clock for what felt like hours before I could finally get up. Typically it was 45 minutes to an hour. Now I'll lie awake enjoying the sensations of Ben's arms around me, wanting to get up, but not wanting to get out of this position.  But eventually something will always happen, sometimes he'll wake up, sometimes she'll shift… or on this Christmas morning, I grabbed his arm and pulled it away from me, “sorry I have to pee." 

When I came back a few minutes later, he was already out of the bed, but I sat on it and felt the warmth that we had left in the middle of it. I sat there for all of two minutes before I finally got up and threw a robe around myself and made my way down to the kitchen.  He had a cup of tea waiting for me, "good morning.” I said sexily with a low seductive voice. 

“Merry Christmas, Dyvia." He said with a more enthusiastic voice and less seductive in his own right.

I giggled a bit. Probably sounding more like a giddy teenager now, "Merry Christmas!, Ben” took a sip of my tea, and wrapped my arms around his neck so I could give him a good morning Kiss…. Make that a good morning Christmas kiss!

He, of course, returned that kiss with just as much gusto as I had given it. There was a little bit of small talk, we were going to meet at his family's place around 6p.m.. my family had always celebrated around 2 or 3 in the afternoon, specifically, that's when we had dinner. 

On the bright side, that meant that we had the entire day to ourselves. And it was still early enough for us to get our presents done and move on to enjoying our morning and afternoon. 

I decided I wanted to shower and get dressed before we did the present opening. I knew he was going to want to take some pictures and maybe a few videos, I can't lie. I wanted to do the same. 

I grabbed the outfit I wanted, and disappeared into the bathroom, noting the fresh snowfall on the lawn. That was actually kind of perfect. 

I got out of the shower, and I did my makeup. And I had this perfect little dress which was red with a white trim, perfect for Christmas. I even had these red and green striped stockings, and a little Santa hat to go on top.  I also wore cute little green fingerless gloves. I even had these fun little earrings of reindeer that dangled from my ears. I spent a little extra money by buying two of the same pairs of shoes, one green one red. And when I took one shoe from each set, I completed my Christmas look.

I made my way down stairs and saw that Ben was just coming in from shoveling the snow. There was only an inch or two which wasn't that much. But he came to a complete stop when he looked at me, almost like he wanted to take me… I'm pretty sure that's what it was… but he bit his lip before giving me a compliment. I giggled. 

It was his turn for a shower, and when he came down he was definitely ready for Christmas, just not like I was. He wore a pair of blue jeans, with green socks, red slippers, and the ugliest Christmas sweater I've ever seen in my life. Luckily, for me, I knew he wouldn't have a Santa hat so I made sure he got one. Walked right into the kitchen, opened up my purse and pulled one right out and brought it right over to his head. 

Set my camera for a 10-second countdown, and we posed for our picture.  That made it to Social Media right away.

We started opening our presents, lucky for him. I knew his sizes when I canceled the clothes. And luckily for him, unlike the other women he dated, I appreciated him in women's clothes. Clothes. He did get a lot of those. As well as a couple of wigs and makeup pallettes.  Obviously the pictures I took for social media were the ones for Ben, not Bianca, his occasional alternate identity.

Yeah, we had an interesting dynamic, I loved my man, but every Saturday night, without fail, I loved my woman. Sunday mornings, I loved whichever one he felt like being. Of course I did make him shave all his body hair, which did make him feel a little self-conscious when we did things during the summer time. 

I remember one time, we went to a pool party with one of his friends. He made a comment of his shaved legs, and immediately Ben had blushed. And that's when I had to answer for him, I still remember the look on both of their faces as I told him that I like my men with no hair and that I had promised Ben that he  could have my body anytime that he shaved for me. 

His friend looked right at Ben, as if to ask if it was real. Ben simply shrugged his shoulder, telling him that he once tested it by shaving seven days in one week, and it was absolutely true. Somehow it got around, not that I was that surprised…

But I digress… back to Christmas morning.  We're getting down to the last of our Christmas gifts. And there were big packages for him. These were the expensive gifts. Kind of funny how his packages kept getting bigger and bigger while mine came getting smaller and smaller. Yes he was getting me some really nice jewelry. But he had gotten an entirely new skiing outfit. But this is different than any he had had before, it was for a female. 

He looked very confused, “I can't wear this. This would require us to go out in public.”

I teased, "that's not really a problem honey. First of all, a car is in the garage inside the house, when you get in the car, no one will see your face. Your ski ticket is inside your sleeve, when you scan it to use the lift, no one sees your face. There's a ski mask… you don't have to buy your ticket, you just walk in because we have a season pass." 

“But I'll still have my male skis.” he tried to argue…

And that's when the biggest smile crossed my face, “actually…” I stood up and walked around the corner and pulled out his brand new skis with a big red bow around them. They were white, and they were definitely for women. " I have a pair of boots for you too!”

Ummm… did I mention that his new skis suit was an intensely bright hot pink with white trim?  It was.  A little white helmet.  I even managed to get him ski goggles with a white trim, and an actual pink lens! To do a reverse contrast to his ski jacket and ski pants, I got him a pair of white gloves with pink trim to match his boots. And his skis were white but the logo was in hot pink. Hee was going to have a perfect hot pink and white outfit. His ski mask was white. And it had a little voice modulator that was attached to his ski mask. As long as he talked with that thing snug against his neck, his voice would come out very feminine.  Well it was controlled by his phone so, so his voice could come out in a lot of ways!

He was speechless as he looked at all that stuff, but he took what I said very seriously. “I'm super nervous and super excited, but I'm willing to give it a try! I'm not sure when we'll get out there, but I am totally willing!”

I smiled at him, "the ski slope is 25 minutes from the house, and we have eight hours until we have to meet your parents. The slopes are open today.”

His smile kind of faded, but he pulled it back up pretty quickly… "well…” He was very nervous, “I did say I'd do it… and if anything happens, there won't be that many people I assume…”

And if that being said, we decided to go. But before we could even get started on getting my cute little husband dressed up… we had to do the sissy basics. First came that little device that every sissy both loves and hates, his extra tight pink chastity cage. Once his cock became his caged clitty, And a passionate kiss later, use time for the other part. His anal plug, liberal use of lube and just a little pressure while he was bent over the arm of the couch and he had a glistening little Jewel that reflected all the light in the room.

Of course, before we even start getting him dressed up, and do a few more things. We had these fun little shorts that were made of a silicon material that gave him a bigger and tempting ass and wider hips. Now this wasn't just the regular pair of hip panties that you might find on that sponsor page from FM… these were custom made, it had a vagina. Now you might have seen those ones that have that special pouch so that the user can slide their penis in and pee like a girl… this one was special, as it had a custom-made pouch that linked perfectly to a Sissy's chassity cage. 

I used a waist cincher as well to help make his tummy a little bit more feminine, but it wasn't anything as extreme as a corset. Don't get me wrong. I would have loved to have used one of those, but he did need to be able to have some flexibility while he was skiing. 

He used the breast plate that wrapped around his chest to give him a set of nice big breasts. And once I did that, you know I had to be a tease, I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist with both arms, and then both of my hands moved up and squeezed his tits, “ I love your big sexy titties…” and then one of my hands slowly moved down past his abdomen and slid my fingers slowly into his little vagina until my finger found his clitty, "And I love it when I can find your cute little button." The way he shivvered told me how much he loved to be treated that way.

Then came the panties, and a sports bra because I didn't want any underwires or anything damaging the breast forms. And a regular bra wasn't going to do much well being that active.  A black sweatshirt that had a hoodie, not that the hoodie would be up , then a matching pair of sweatpants. At least now we knew he would be warm… at least now we knew she would be warm…

Once that was done, we slowly put on most of her ski outfit.  I did her makeup: very bright colors to match the very bright outfit, all waterproof of course. A big bright hot pink lipstick too, not that anyone other than me would see it with that ski mask in place.  Then it was time for the ski mask, wrapped it around her head and velcroed it in the back making sure the voice modulator was against her throat. It was pressed up against her neck and even though it was folded down to look like a turtleneck, it was in place. 

“Let's hear your voice!" 

She pressed her hand to her throat as if making sure it was work, "hello, testing ones, two, three….” And her voice was soft and cute, completely overriding her masculine voice. “Oh this is so weird… this will take some getting used to.” 

We both laughted pretty hard at that. Then we finished off the look with a strawberry blonde wig, it was already styled with a long braid that hung down to her ass.

I wore a very similar ski outfit, except without any of the bright colors, black pants and a purple jacket.  With similar style skis and boots.

And before he could even catch his own breath, he was in the passenger side and I was in the driving side…

The drive to the mountain was pretty quick, it was less than a half an hour for the drive. Though I also know sitting in the car with a plug in your ass isn’t always the most comfortable thing to do.  We arrived and found that the mountain was actually busier than we would have expected for a Christmas afternoon.  We got up and we each took our skis over our shoulders with our poles hanging from our other hand. We made our way to the first slope, it was only a beginners trail, but she had new equipment so why not? 

We put our skis on, and as we made our way up to the lift, both of our faces were completely covered between the masks and the goggles, but the attendant told us to step up and we did and I overheard her say, “ thank you!" And a very high-pitched almost bimbo-like voice. I giggled and said the same as she did. 

“Everyone's looking at me!" She said as we're going to the top. 

“Yeah, you’re totally my cute little snow bunny.” I paused for a moment, "the question is, are they looking at you because you have big boobs and a big butt? Or are they looking at you because you have such a bright colored ski outfit?”

"I'm not sure.”

I giggled at her, “the answer is both. That bright pink brings your eyes right to them, in that sexy ass, tiny waist, and big titties keep their eyes on you. Every single person is dreaming of the bimbo underneath this outfit. Every single one of them is imagining your lips wrapped around their cocks at a ski lodge. Every single one of them is hoping that you are not married to some sexy man.”

It was her turn to giggle, "imagine their disappointment when they find out that I was with the sexiest Mistress of them all…” Her voice-led off in amusement.“Flattery might get you laid…  actually speakingof penetration, how’s your ass on the chairlift?”“The plug is at a weird angle, but not painful or anything…  Very uncomfortable. Makes my clitty drip.”

I giggled as I saw the sign, "Lift." I said as the chairlift was getting closer to the top, so we had to lift the gate up so it could slide off the chair when it reached the base. We reached the platform and we went down the small little ramp and around the corner and made sure we're both set before we started going down the hill. 

The snow was smooth, and the front powder was fresh, so it didn't take much effort to start gliding down the hills. Now. We had both been doing this for years, so we didn't have to do the pizza slice/ wedge, to slow down or turn. We both expertly just shifted our weights and used our hips to guide ourselves down the side of the Hill. It was a small mountain, it was the closest one to our home, so it only took a few minutes to get to the bottom of the hill and right over to the lift again.  This continued several times. I could only imagine what that felt like for her ass everytime she turned with that plug stuffed up there…

At one point as we were about to go up, her past didn't work. It scanned and said ‘error.’

And then we heard the voice, almost sarcastic, “Benjamin Greens?" 

We both stopped and looked over our shoulders, and they were two men with red jackets, these were usually staff for the mountain. And a man in a black jacket. Security?

We both started walking towards the three men. I wasn't sure exactly what Ben was going to do, but I wasn't entirely ready for what he did do. He reached up and pulled his ski mask down revealing his feminine face and lipstick.  But as he slid his thumb under the bottom of his ski mask and pulled away from his throat, he simply answered, "yes?” In a very masculine voice… he had used his thumb to pull the voice modulator away from his throat. 

Suddenly, the three men looked very confused. The two men in red looked at the Man in Black who looked confused and horrified. "I am so sorry… I literally thought you were somebody trying to use somebody else's pass.”

"Nope…" She started, “my girlfriend makes me do this every so often." 

Then I said in a very slow and deliberate manner, "ah-hem?”

Then she corrected herself, "I mean my mistress makes me do things like this every so often.”

I slid one of my ski poles to my other hand, and gently patted the top of her head, "good girl.”

The man in black looked uncomfortable, but said something into his radio, then looked back at her, "your card will be all set in one minute.” then the three walked away as quickly as they could, embarrassed by their misunderstanding. 

As they were going back up the chair left, she told me, “that was so embarrassing."

Then I leaned over and kissed her hand, "I thought it was really sexy. How confidently you handled that." 

She giggled, “really?" 

I nodded my head, “so sexy in fact, that I'm getting wet… once we get home tonight and I'm done pegging you, I'm going to uncage you and ride you until you squeal and fill up my my sloppy wet pussy with all that goo in your big swollen balls.”

"Oh fuck, mistress…. You're making my cage tighten." she let out a gasp, “a lot.”

“Good… Just to get you a little bit more disappointed on this Christmas Day, we both still have to go to your parents place for dinner and all that stuff long before I even think about pegging you.”

Me and my little snow bunny kept skiing for a couple more hours and left around three o’ clock in the afternoon. We made it home by 3:30, we showered again, and we're ready to go up by 4:30. We weren't expected at their parents until 6:00, but we made it there about 5:15. Dinner was amazing. Ben's mother knew how to cook. 

We got home relatively late, we giggled as we came in as we had wonderful times. We did what we could to bring the presents to the corner of the living room, they would have to be sorted in the morning.  I immediately pushed him up against the door and kissed him, “remember what I told you on the ski lift, my sexy little sissy snow bunny?" 

“Ummm… a lot of things you said on the ski lift… mistress…" he giggled, “ were you talking about that part where you promised to peg me then fuck me?" 

“That's exactly what I was talking about." He looked back at me, “before we left, I laid out an outfit for you… going upstairs and put it on for me. I'll be up in a couple minutes.”

In fact, I had my own outfit that I didn't tell him about that was left in the bathroom downstairs.  It was a black lingerie dress, mostly see-through.  But I also had a black corset that gave me a mean looking waist.  The stockings and the high heels added to the look. Then I had a pair of black fingerless gloves that went up past my elbows that matched the lace of my dress.  What really gave the outfit its dominant look was the giant black strap-on that hung from my waist and through the gap in the lingerie…. And possibly the riding crop that dangled in my fingers. There's a small little key dangling between my breasts, and a pink collar that dangled from my other hand.

I gave him several minutes before I walked in. And there she was, my sexy little Bianca, lying in her bubblegum pink babydoll.  He was just this perfect little pink Lacey piece of lingerie made for sissies, there were no breasts or anything like that. Just my perfect sissy and all the perfect glory. She had dark stockings, and a pair of matching high heel shoes with padlocks keeping her feet trapped. She had these frilly little white gloves that one might expect to see on a maid.  Her makeup was minimal, just some pink eyeshadow, and some shimmery red lipstick. And she was doing her best to lie seductively across the bed. 

“Oh my sweet sexy sissy, if I didn't know better, I'd swear that you wanted me to bend you over and fuck your ass.”

"Mistress Dyvia… you do know me so well." Her masculine voice rang with a sing-song.

I used my finger to say ‘come hither.’ She bit her lower lip as she got off the bed and walked close to me. I put the edge of my riding crop on her shoulder and pushed down until she was on her knees in front of me. Then I took the collar that was in my other hand and secured it around her neck and made a big fuss over using a padlock to lock it in place. 

“Is that better, Sissy?" 

"Always, Mistress!” her eyes went wide at the sound of her own voice. 

“I used the voice modulator from your ski mask and attached it inside your collar." 

“Well, Mistress D, I've never been fucked by you while sounding like a girl before." 

A big smile formed across my lips, “say it." (remember this for later, girls)

"Mistress Dyvia, will you please peg my sexy sissy ass?”

“Assume the position." She got up into the middle of the bed, spread her knees wide and then lowered herself down onto her chest, face down ass up like a good little sissy, and she had her arms behind her back… those made for good reins while riding her.

I lubed it up, lined it up, and took the plunge into a sexy sissy ass. I teased her little clitty and it's tight little cage while I fucked her heart.  Made her beg, and plead and cry for release… But we both knew that wasn't going to come…

When my hips finally got tired, it was my turn to lay back, and I made her show me what kind of sissy sluts she was. I commanded her to do the reverse cowgirl on me. I looked at her sexy little back and ass, as she lowered herself down onto the strap-on and rode it hard and fast… when I could tell she was exhausted. I had her get off of it. 

I had her lay back on the bed, her legs spread eagle, I took out some of the rope and tied up her feet so she wasn't going to get out of that position. I made it a point of wrapping the ties around her heels just to remind her of how feminine she was. And that had the same to her wrists to the other parts of the bed and she made the perfect little X.

I slowly crawled up between her legs making sure the key dangling between my breasts was hanging down and almost tapping her little cage. It was time to unlock her. And once I did unlock it, I slid the sheath off of her little shaft, and slowly maneuvered the balls through the ring and discarded both off the side of the bed until they hit the ground with a hard thud.  Her little kitty was so small, but not for long. I used my tongue to draw a line from the bottom of her balls all the way up to the top of her head. And then a second time and a third time before taking the whole head into my wanting mouth, suckling on it. 

Oh, the sounds she made.  She was in heaven. I made eye contact with her and held it, a look that demanded she make icon contact with me and she better not fucking look away.  

My head went up and down, had a nice steady pace while she begged and pleaded for me to let her cum.  Then there was a telltale twitch, her body was going to make her cum momentarily whether she wanted to or not, so I squeezed the base hard to prevent anything from happening, and stopped.

She was breathing heavily… And then I position myself over cock, holding it tightly. I slid it into my pussy… and oh how that felt so good.  I don't think I realized just how much I needed a good fucking until that moment.  I knew I was horny… horny as fuck to be honest. But when I felt that inside my pussy the way it stretched my muscles, my eyes practically rolled into my eyes as I pushed down and didn't stop until I was sitting on his lap fully impaled. 

“Oh mistress, that feels so fucking good!" 

"Oh sissy, that feels so fucking good…” I said with a sultry voice, though I couldn't help but giggle when I was done saying it… she did the same.

I started moving up and down, for a minute or so until I could see her eyes rolling… and then I stopped and just sat there for a moment, letting her come back from the edge… and I started teasing by moving back and forth, and a little bit of a side to side and even some twirly-twirlies…

I bet every night has to have it's ending, and fuck I wanted mine… I was on my own little edge, just as much as my sissy was,  I put my hands on her chest squeezing her nipples a little bit as I leaned in and then I start moving up and down.  “Listen up Sissy, I'm going to countdown from ten and when I reach one you are going to cum and fill my pussy.”

I felt the spasm, and the look of surprise on her face, "I'm sorry, mistress!” 

She was coming inside me right then and there… "Oh fuck, no! I said with determination, as I started bouncing up and down with all abandon holding a pattern trying to focus on the rhythm, focusing on my own countdown before we started to grow soft. No way was he going to cum without me cumming. And then I felt that warm sensation in my core, the little vibration radiating outwards throughout my whole body, desperate release. Then I felt it… And I was cumming too. 

Several minutes later we were both trying to catch our breath, “You're so lucky that I was able to come after you did… otherwise you would have been locked up in that cage again for the rest of the month.”

She looked at me and giggled with her feminine voice, “that would have been like 6 days." 

I giggled back, "and you're lucky that if you pointed that out and I hadn't cum, I would have made it till Valentine's Day. I might even have locked your little clitty up and still fucked you everyday while you wore strap on. I would have come everyday hard all over. You made sure to make one hell of a mess. And you still would have been locked up without any release.”

"You're so cruel Mistress Dyvia… and so sexy when you're cruel." 

I smirked at Bianca, “ I love you,  sweetie," looking at the clock it was 11:59, "and one last time… Merry Christmas.”

She looked back at me, “ I love you too mistress, Merry Christmas." “Oh, clean up your mess.”  I said as I spread my legs and she licked her lips.

The End.

The funny thing, I intended this to be a very short story of about 2,000 words… it's over 4500.  Oh well, I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas to all, and to all sissies, a ruined orgasm.  

In the comments, as much you are invited to write your comments, your thoughts, and or your reviews… I want you to end it by responding to my next two words: 

“Say it.”

You know what to say, go right back into that story and say the exact same words that my sissy said to me.

I love you all, and thank you for taking the time to read. Xoxoxo!

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