I hate what Easter has become...

 

I call it Bunny Bondage Day.

That name grew from when I was presented, by my Mother who should have known better, a stuffed rabbit. I promptly made a noose for it and hung the bunny in the front window. Some friends came by later that day and asked why it was strung up. I told them that I had done it, and that Easter, Bunny Bondage Day started.

I believe in fairness, so it isn't just limited to actual bunnies.

I think that because the monkey is dressed as a bunny, he is a Cross Dresser. Perhaps he is into Exhibitionism?

What the Bunny and Friend are doing could be considered a combination of Bondage and Discipline. Those clothespins look painful.

Perhaps they are having fun with Role Playing. That leash lets Bunny know who's in command.

I hope they agreed on a Safe Word before they started playing.

 

I certainly hope that they are using Safer Sex techniques...

 

 

 

By the way, never give me a stuffed animal.

Bunny came to visit the next Easter...

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