Okay, so I foundthis gifon Hypnohub, which I desperately wanted on my blog. I found a couple mirrors here on Tumblr, but then I realized not a single one of them worked. The gif’s filesize is too big for Tumblr to handle. So I took it upon myself to edit it and make the filesize smaller somehow. When that inevitably failed, I had another idea: upload it as a video instead. So after a bit of trial and error, here we are. My good deed for the day is done.
Blushing, she looked back down at her tablet, pretending not to have seen the boy across the stream.
It wouldn’t do to let him know she had been staring at him as he did his yard work of course.
This had quickly become her favorite time of the week, when he would be out working in the yard and she could relax on the other side of the stream that divided the properties, alternating between reading stories on her tablet and watching him work.
It seemed to be all she looked forward too anymore, other than updates to some of her favorite story sites and blogs.
She had been in such a hurry to grow up, and now that she was here, it seemed she was at a loss for what to do next.
Looking back up over the tablet she noticed that the boy had disappeared for now. Maybe he would come back, or maybe he was done for the day. Either way, back to the latest stories.
Not too recently she had discovered a few sites such as literotica and bdsmlibrary quite by accident and they had completely captured her imagination.
Not that she would ever do any such things of course, but they were fascinating to read about, and had filled a lot of her time these days.
Laying back on the grass again, holding her tablet to shade her eyes from the afternoon sun, Alice allowed herself to get caught up in the latest story of sin and depravity that she was sure shouldn’t make her feel as they did.
A moment later though, something moved out of the corner of her eye, and turning her head, she saw someone move quickly behind a bush, as though either hiding or in a tremendous hurry.
Was someone watching her? A little further down the hill, she saw another movement in the bushes and realized that whomever it was, they were moving quickly away and down the hill.
Alice slipped the tablet into her bag and lay it beneath the nearby tree to come back for it later and quickly ran into the bushes after whomever had been spying on her lazy day.
Tennis shoes, jeans, and a simple t-shirt made for much better terrain crossing than those silly dresses she had worn as a child, and she quickly caught up with the spy, right as …. wait….
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing…. it appeared to be… a white rabbit!
But, but wonderland had been a dream hadn’t it? It couldn’t possibly have been real! It was a childs fantasy, and she had grown out of that nonsense years ago.
And besides… even if it was real, she certainly didn’t remember the white rabbit looking like… well… like this.
What she saw before here, for just a moment before he dived out of sight down a small opening in the earth, was more akin to the furries she had seen online. A slight, feminized bunny boy, white of fur, slender, and…. and mostly nude!
All that adorned the little white blur was a white collar around his neck with a small box on the side, and what appeared to be… a white chastity cage!?
Of course, Alice had seen such things online… not because she wanted to, but because they are mentioned in the stories so often she eventually just had to know what they looked like… for practical reasons. Yes, that’s why.
She didn’t even think about it, but dived in after him. Giving no thought to the consequences at all, Alice crawled down into the hole he had disappeared into and found the rabbit hole to be much larger on the inside.
Standing, she began running down what became a tunnel, squinting into the dark distance, trying to catch another glimpse of the white rabbit.
Of course, that is why she didn’t see the drop.
Down, down, down she fell with a growing sense of familiarity and wonder.
It hadn’t been a dream… wonderland was real…
When she touched down at the bottom she found herself in an eerily familiar hall, ending in a much too small doorway.
“Well, look who’s back, and all grown up I see. Was it everything you had expected?”, Said the doorknob.
“Not exactly.”, Alice replied, “But then I’m told that things seldom are.”
“Very true, and very wise advice, especially here, as I’m sure you’ll remember.”, the doorknob stopped, looking Alice up and down. “Of course, another thing you’ll be remembering is that you can’t enter like that. Much too big.”
“Yes yes,” replied Alice, looking around. A bit away from her there was a small table that certainly wasn’t there before. On it, where she had expected something to eat or drink, instead lay five circles of black leather.
“What’s this?” She asked, “No ‘eat me’ tarts?”
“Did we not just discuss that things are rarely what you would expect? Especially here? Do try to keep up girl. If you want in, you’ll have to put them on.”, said the doorknob, his tone near exasperation tinged with disgust of all things.
Something in the doorknobs tone struck a chord within Alice and she began snapping the leather bands on without a second though. The moment that the last one snapped into place, she felt it. Alice began to shrink, the room growing larger, more cavernous, and she changed from her former size to that of perhaps a mouse by comparison.
This was much the same sensation as last time, except for one thing. The last time she remembered, her clothing had changed size with her…
Now, here she stood after fighting free of the crushing weight of her t-shirt, wearing nothing but the five bands, and quickly turning red from head to toe as she heard the doorknob chuckle.
“I… I think I’ve changed my mind..”, stuttered Alice, reaching for one of the bands. The seam though, where it latched, was gone.
“Oh no…”, said the doorknob in a predatory tone, “there’s no going back now Alice.”
And with that, the door swung open, and Alice felt herself being pulled forward, as if by a titanic wind, into the darkness beyond the door, into wonderland….
The ground was cool beneath her body, and that’s what caused her to wake with a start. Where were her clothes? Why was she outside?
Slowly it started coming back to her, as if remembering a dream. It hadn’t been a dream though. Reaching a hand up, she could feel the leather collar locked around her neck, and looking down, see the cuffs on wrists and ankles.
Wonderland had certainly changed… Looking around though it seemed very much the same. It was a garden, though one unlike most had every seen, with flowers towering over her head.
The last time she had been here the flowers had declared her a weed and run her out before she really had time to appreciate the beauty of the place.
Now though, as she stood silently still, simply observing her surroundings, things started to look… familiar.
This was her garden! But how could that be? Was it just a copy from her mind, planted here in wonderland, or did wonderland somehow overlap into her world?
“I can see the question on your face, little flower, and yes, this is the very same garden from your home.”, a soft melodious voice came from somewhere high above her.
Looking up, up, and up, a face centered in a giant rose blossom looked down upon her.
“The very same garden where you sometimes come and pluck my friends from the earth and carry them off…. Now, little flower, what do you think we should do about that…?”
There wasn’t time to think, and unfortunately, there wasn’t time to act either. Before alice could run, tendrils, vines, came from either side and grasped her wrists and ankles, holding her there spread eagle before the towering rose.
“I do believe that some punishment is in order….” and with that, alice felt her ass cheeks erupt in agony as a vine lashed across her cheeks.
“please, I didn’t mean any harm, I didn’t .. ah!”, another vine lashed across her chest, “I didn’t know! please!”
Again and again the lashes descended as alice begged and sobbed. Soon bright lines appeared on her chest and ass, and it wasn’t until she had ceased begging and fell to wordless sobs that the vines finally released her.
The flowers gloated over her as she lay there in the dirt, tears flowing, clearly broken. They laughed as she tried to rise to her feet, and failing that, slowly started to crawl away.
“Do you really think that’s the end of it, little flower? That you’ll just crawl away?”, came the taunting voice from above. “We can’t have you walking around wonderland unclothed like that now can we? It simply isn’t decent.”
A vine snaked around alices ankle and dragged her back into the center clearing. Desperately she tried to curl up, but again the vines pulled her hands and feet apart, spreading her in front of her audience.
Alice flinched as more vines approached, but this time they didn’t strike. Instead, they began to wrap around her and sprout leaves which covered her chest and torso like a bikini made of vines and leaves.
This didn’t make sense…. did they really just not want her walking around nude? Why would they show kindness now…? And that’s when her flesh ignited in stinging agony that made the dull ache of the lashes seem trivial.
Stinging nettle filled the inside of her growing outfit. As the vines released her hands and feet, alice struggled to pull the new clothing from her body but the melodious voice just laughed, “your hands cannot remove the clothing we’ve given you, little flower. Only the hands of another. So, if you wish the agony to end, you’ll have to go get plucked…”
The garden erupted in laughter and a few vines began to lash out and stroke her calves and arms.
“Now run along, little flower, off with you!”, said the rose through the laughter, “There are plenty out there whom I sure will help you with your situation…. for a price.”
And with that alice fled the garden, chased by a pain she could not outrun, and the cruel laughter of the garden that would forever haunt her nightmares…
“What are you running from?”, came a silky voice from empty air.
Alice looked around in a panic before she spotted two eyes and a grin taking in her nakedness. She blushed and covered herself as best she could.
“Cheshire! It was… it was the plants, they attacked me. I must be sure I’m clear of their reach!.”, Alice said, panting.
Cheshire just laughed, “Oh Alice, you’re never out of anyones reach as long as you’re wearing those cuffs.” and with a malicious grin he watched as Alice felt her hands move away from covering herself and stretch out to the sides on their own, and her ankles start to slide apart.
“As long as those cuffs remain in place, anyone here in wonderland can control you Alice, absolutely anyone. Oh, here comes someone now…. Enjoy.” and with that the Cheshire cat faded away, leaving Alice standing spread eagle in the middle of the road, trembling, and unable to turn her head to see who was coming up the road behind her.
just a reminder not to bring your kinks into public, especially with BDSM. that stuff stays in the bedroom. like queerness, BDSM is nothing to be ashamed of. UNLIKE queerness, BDSM is inherently sexual. please don’t get someone to chain you up to a bike rack or tug you around on a leash near taco bell. sex positivity is good, but make sure you’re still practicing sex safety – and that includes making sure children don’t get exposed to stuff that’s legitimately confusing and hard to understand!
also, for survivors of abuse?? don’t do this because survivors are in public spaces? because you have no way of knowing who has or has not survived an abusive relationship and by exposing them to things that traumatized them you are actively BEING DISRESPECTFUL AND HARMING THEM? because not being “ashamed of your kink” is not an excuse to throw it in people’s faces?
because forcibly involving or exposing unconsenting people to explicitly sexual acts without permission is sexual abuse
bolding for truth
bystanders have not consented. Bystanders have not consented. BYSTANDERS HAVE NOT CONSENTED TO BE PART OF YOUR SEX LIFE, SO YOU DON’T INCLUDE THEM IN IT.
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