Dear Diary,
My friend Lucy and I look forward to Halloween each year, dressing up in revealing costumes and hitting the clubs for a night of drinks, dancing, and debauchery. This year, Lakota was our first choice. The Halloween event featured a twisted circus rave with four rooms of music and dancing on three levels.
I dressed as a Playboy bunny. The outfit featured a strapless black bodysuit that hugged my body like a second skin, showcasing my perky tits. The high cut leg openings left only a narrow strip of fabric between my legs that barely concealed my freshly shaven pussy. I wore fishnet stockings with black heels to accentuate my toned legs. The outfit included bunny ears and a bunny tail, and a collar & cuffs for the classic Playboy bunny look.
Lucy went as a Lady Cop, the perfect outfit for her dominant personality. She’s a couple of inches taller than me, a brown-eyed brunette, with big DD boobs and a peachy ass. Her outfit consisted of a police hat and a dark blue bodysuit with short sleeves, a zipper front, an open back, and cheeky shorts. She wore fishnets and knee-high boots on her long legs and a utility belt that rode low on her shapely hips. A set of handcuffs and a baton completed her outfit.
The warehouse pulsed with the thumping heart of underground techno, a deep, magnetic rhythm that was the lifeblood of the Halloween rave. To enter this twisted circus, a costume was mandatory, and the crowd delivered on the promise of the outrageous.
All around us, the spectrum of fantasy and kink came alive: slinky, kinky kitty cats brushed past, their tails swaying, while pale, hot zombies and commanding, sexy superheroes mingled with cackling wicked witches. Ghosts and ghouls danced alongside figures in truly bizarre, painted-face creations, all unified by the hypnotic beat.
Lucy, in her striking Lady Cop gear, and I, in my tight Playboy bunny suit, drew appreciative—and often lingering—gazes. As we navigated the dense, gyrating bodies toward the bar, we were met with more than a few smiles, approving whispers, and quick, brazen pats on the ass.
Reaching the relative sanctuary of the bar, we ordered a drink and slammed a shot of Absolut, letting the sharp liquid fire mix with the electric energy of the room. We paused, watching the surreal spectacle unfold—a sea of costumed bodies moving as one—before plunging back into the dance floor, ready for whatever debauchery the night promised.
The massive sound system of the club drove a relentless, thumping techno beat into the very floor, vibrating up through our heels and igniting something primal deep within us. Lucy and I were compelled to groove, losing ourselves to the rhythm as the crowd swirled around us.
The energy was intoxicating, a physical force that blurred the lines between dancing and desire. The more we moved, the hotter the air felt, and the more undeniable the sexual tension became. Soon, our dance became less about the music and more about each other.
Without breaking stride, we were making out fiercely, right there in the swirling chaos of the dance floor. Lucy's hands found my waist, pulling me hard against her body for a kiss that devoured the distance between us. Our tongues met and sucked, exploring the urgent need that had built up all night. Lucy pressed her knee deliberately between my legs, and I responded instantly, grinding myself against the pressure, whimpering against her lips.
The air between us crackled with a sudden, sharp urgency that eclipsed the music and the surrounding crowd. Lucy held me fast, our mouths locked in a hungry kiss as the rhythmic bass pounded against us. Driven purely by instinct, I unzipped her Lady Cop outfit and slipped my hands inside. I urgently cupped and squeezed her full breasts, feeling the generous weight and warmth beneath the slick fabric. She pulled me closer still, returning the intensity as we focused entirely on the desperate, demanding contact.
The intensity of the dance floor became too much to contain. With a gasp against her lips, I broke the kiss, grabbing Lucy’s hand and pulling her with sudden, desperate urgency through the throngs of dancing bodies. We pushed past the line and stumbled into the relative quiet of the restroom.
We didn't hesitate. I shoved us into the nearest cubicle and flipped the lock, plunging us into a tight, echoing privacy. There was no time for preamble; the desire was too hot and too loud to be contained. We shifted our costumes—the bunny suit and the cop gear—just enough to give access, and our fingers found purchase, slick and frantic. We pleasured each other quickly, breaths hitching and speeding up until, with a shared, suppressed cry, we both came, clinging to each other in the tiny space.
Adrenaline immediately replaced climax. We straightened our clothing, hearts pounding not just from exertion, but from the fear of discovery. We had pushed our luck far enough. With a final look of wicked complicity, I unlocked the door. We had to get out of the club before security found us, so I took Lucy by the hand and hurried us out the door, knowing exactly where we were going next: back to my place.
The chill of the night air was forgotten the moment we stepped inside my apartment. We headed straight for the bedroom, the unspoken urgency of the past hour finally exploding once I twisted the lock. Before I could even turn around, Lucy had me pinned up against the wall, her body heat trapping me there as she captured my mouth in a demanding kiss. The playful dominance of her "Lady Cop" costume had fully taken over.
She stripped me quickly, her fingers working with ruthless efficiency. The bunny suit came off in seconds—there wasn't much to it anyway—leaving me naked except for my high heels, a clear sign the game was far from over. She pulled back slightly, her breath hot as she trailed kisses down my neck and whispered in my ear. She teased me about how incredibly wet I was already, murmuring things about what a "bad girl" I'd been.
The role-play intensified as she marched me over to the bed. Without a word, she pushed me down, and I immediately felt the cold snap of metal around my wrists. She used the handcuffs from her uniform belt, securing my hands tightly around the headboard. I was completely vulnerable, completely hers.
The interrogation had officially begun.
“OK, bunny, state your name for the record,” said Lucy, taking her role quite seriously.
“It’s Bunny Love, ma’am,” I said, following her lead, “What am I in for?”
“Silence, Bunny Love, if that is your real name, I ask the questions around here. Understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
“You are charged with assault and kidnapping of a pretend police officer, Bunny Love. Now, are you going to confess, or do I have to beat it out of you?”
“No, ma’am…I mean, yes ma’am.”
“Hah! Bunny Love, I have found you guilty of being a bad girl, and bad girls must be punished.”
Pinned to the headboard, I was entirely at Lucy’s mercy, and her "Lady Cop" persona was relentless. She leaned over me, her eyes alight with mischief and command.
The punishment began playfully, with quick, sharp slaps to my tits, followed by a hot, teasing bite that made me let out a soft, involuntary scream—the perfect soundtrack to her dominance.
"You like that, little bunny?" she growled. "You were so brazen on that dance floor. Now you'll pay the price for being such a bad girl."
She momentarily broke the gaze, reaching for the bedside drawer. When she pulled out the nipple clamps, my breath hitched. She attached the delicate hardware and, with a smirk, gave the chain a sudden, sharp tug that made me gasp and arch against the cuffs.
The game shifted. She quickly released me from the headboard, only to roll me over immediately and cuff my hands behind my back instead. My position made me completely exposed as she pulled up my hips and delivered a series of sharp, stinging spanks to my ass.
“Bad bunny,” she said. "You need to learn your lesson," she commanded between swats.
Lucy reached into the drawer again, pulling out my butt plug. Instead of inserting it immediately, she used it to tease, coating the polished metal in my own wetness by briefly shoving it into my sloppy pussy. Once it was nice and slick, she withdrew it, reversing my position and pushing it home into my ass. The sensation of sudden fullness was delicious and disorienting.
As my body adjusted to the tight invasion, she turned her attention to my core, raining stinging slaps on my pussy while whispering her final verdict:
"You are nothing but a naughty slut, Bunny Love, and naughty sluts get punished!"
Lucy stepped back, adjusting the low-slung utility belt that rode on her hips. Her eyes were dark with intent as she unclipped the final piece of equipment from her costume: the police baton.
She started slow, delivering a couple of sharp, commanding spanks to my ass with the sturdy plastic, eliciting a cry that was part pain, part pleasure. Then the baton became something more intimate. She began rubbing the smooth surface over my sensitive, wet pussy, teasing and tormenting until I was desperate for more.
Finally, she positioned the end and started pushing. The cool, hard length of the baton stretched my pussy, forcing me to take it deeper and deeper until it was fully buried inside. I felt so tight and overwhelmingly full, a simultaneous stretch from the baton pounding me and the butt plug already lodged in my ass, all while the handcuffs rendered me utterly helpless against the mattress.
The relentless pounding began. I started screaming as she slammed the baton in and out of my pussy, driving me past the brink. Every forceful thrust was punctuated by a sharp slap to my ass or a playful tug on the chain leading to the butt plug still lodged in my ass. I couldn't take the simultaneous pressure and pleasure anymore.
I screamed out that I was coming, which only spurred Lucy on, making her slam the baton harder and faster until my pussy and ass clenched violently around the toys. I burst in a rush, squirting over the bedsheets, before finally slumping, completely spent, my face pressed into the bed, my hands still cuffed.
After the violent rush subsided, I lay there, panting, totally exhausted, and still cuffed. Lucy took a moment, then finally released the cuffs from my wrists. She gently rolled me onto my back before securing the handcuffs to my wrists once more, holding me in place.
Next, she started stripping out of her own slutty cop costume, shedding the fabric until she was magnificently naked. In a breathtaking display of dominance, she positioned herself over me and lowered her pussy right onto my face, facing toward my feet.
Without needing to be asked, I started licking her pussy, taking in the scent and taste of our shared passion.
She began to grind on my face, riding me, saying, “You’re such a naughty girl."
I pleasured her relentlessly, licking up her juices as she rode my face harder and harder until her own climax hit. She screamed and squirted on my face, finally collapsing against me, panting.
She dismounted my face, leaving it slick and covered in her juices. She turned around, facing my head, and lowered one of her large, D-cup boobs into my mouth. I eagerly licked her nipple and sucked her boob until she swapped sides, offering the other boob.
While I sucked her boobs, she repositioned her hips over mine. She locked our legs together so that her wet pussy was perfectly touching my sloppy cunt. She sat up so her boobs lifted from my mouth, and she began to slowly grind her hips, rubbing our pussies together in a delicious, agonizing friction.
I started rocking my hips against her, matching her grinding rhythm, lost in the skin-on-skin contact.
“You’re a dirty whore, Bunny Love,” she said, enjoying her punishment, “A naughty, dirty whore.” She suddenly pulled sharply on the nipple clamp chain, a stunning jolt that made me cry out and intensified the friction. She sped up her hips, using her hands to brace against my body and pin me firmly into the bed beneath her.
She fucked me harder and harder with her hips, “Go ahead, cum, you naughty bitch.”
I was pinned underneath her, getting closer with every movement.
“Oh, God, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned. In response, she yanked the chain as hard as she could, making me scream out as my pussy and ass clenched in a massive, prolonged shudder. It was the biggest orgasm of the night. As I came, she flooded my pussy with her own juices, but my own noise was so loud I didn't even hear her climax.
When our frenzied movements ceased, she rolled off me, but the pleasure was not quite finished. She mounted me in a sixty-nine position and sweetly ordered me to clean her, while she eagerly did the same for me.
When we finally finished cleaning each other thoroughly, she climbed off and gently dislodged my butt plug. She placed the plug in my mouth, giving me a soft, passionate kiss before finally unlocking the handcuffs. I didn't move; I was completely exhausted, panting hard. Lucy gently took off the nipple clamps and licked the soreness away. She rolled me onto my side, stroking my hair and planting soft kisses on my back.
She spooned in behind me, pressing her warm tits against my back, softly kissing my neck until the exhaustion claimed me, and I finally dozed off to sleep.
Love,
Elle
