I had something special in mind for my little girl. She had been away for too long, and I had missed her. And everyone says that absence makes the heart grow fonder. It also seems to make the mind more creative. And I had one hell of a game for her.
Now I can be patient. The wicked idea that had taken hold would be the main course for the evening. Something to be worked up to. It took some time to decide if it was a reward or a punishment. Eventually, I settled on punishment.
We had such a lovely date. She had taken me to the ice rink. It was her goal to teach me how to skate before winter. She zipped across the ice while I struggled to stay vertical most of the time. God, she was so cute when she laughed at me as I fell on my ass. After that, I took her to this restaurant. I’ve been excited for her to try it out. All local ingredients, traditional recipes. It was authentic and delicious, just like her.
We walked back to my place; there was no need to rush. We had all night. She held my hand while we talked and giggled together. And she snuggled me and we kissed so softly. I was on a cloud. She was so incredibly sugary and a little ball of romance that I needed.
And when I opened the door, she became something else I needed. She stopped laughing. Almost in a trance, my girl stared at her new outfit. I left it on the side table, so it was the first thing she saw. Last time she was my little pet rabbit, we had used some cheap costume pieces we found in a Halloween store.
I had saved up and bought her some proper ears that wouldn’t keep falling off. Long ones with wire inside so you could make them stand high on her head. She said the floppy ears weren’t quite her. I agreed, she was too perky. These ones looked correct..
And she showed me her new little tail attached to a shiny yellow plug. “I’m going to go put it in,” she tittered while clutching her new toy.
“Little Bunny, you will not go anywhere. The moment you walk through this door, you are my pet.” I pushed her against the wall and pinched her nipple, giving it a bit of a twist as she gasped and looked up at me with such slutty eyes. “Now you put that in right this instant.”
“Yes, Sir.” She bashfully took off her clothes and folded them neatly, placing them next to her new uniform. That was one of the things I loved about my little Bunny, no matter how many times I’ve seen her naked, no matter how many times I fucked her in the nastiest ways I could think of, she always blushed while undressing.
And she turned bright pink as I patiently waited for her to put in her new tail. She squatted and fumbled with trying to slide it in her ass. “Look at me, not the ground,” I commanded. Those pretty blue eyes held me timidly as she licked the butt plug till it was wet all over. Then she reached between her legs and pushed it up inside her with gritted teeth. “Good girl.”
She smiled proudly and gingerly stood up. She turned so I could see, giving her new poofy tail a little wiggle. The ears bounced when she did. So adorable. Finally, I placed a collar on her and attached the leash. Something about that didn’t look right. I considered it, but moved on.
And for the most part, there wasn’t much that evening you probably hadn’t heard of before. I led my Bunny around for some training, made her eat from my hand, and drink by leaning over the bowl on the ground. I taught her some new commands. ‘Present’ and ‘display’. The bashful thing had trouble with her new lessons, but I worked her through it.
And of course I gave her a nice fucking from behind. When she wiggled that tail, it was impossible not to. Besides, I couldn’t possibly stay focused on my planned game if I hadn’t stuffed her pussy at least once beforehand.
Like I said, nothing you haven’t heard of before.
Little Bunny was being such a good girl. Unfortunately, that was proving to be a problem when I had planned such a wonderful punishment. Here she was, being a perfect little angel and giving me every depraved thing I wanted except a reason to discipline her. So I did what any horny bastard would in this situation, I cheated.
I knew my little Bunny. I knew her limits. She had grown accustomed to being throat fucked. She had been trained to deep throat long before I got hold of her. And she was good at it. Damn good. Still, she needed to breathe.
Cum ran down my balls as I forced her to keep going. I endured the period of hypersensitivity after she swallowed most of the first load. Then forced her face, gagging and out of breath, down into my lap. She did well at first, till she indicated she needed air. Poor little girl, she wasn’t going to get it right away.
Bunny was pushing against my thighs, her teeth dangerously threatening to bite down in her panic. She pulled her head back against my grasping hands. I cruelly made her shallowly bob until she was choking and fighting me. Then I let her tumble backward onto the floor. “Bad girl! I didn’t fucking say you were finished!”
I should have felt bad, but I never did. My poor little rabbit, she looked so scared and vulnerable. Her big blue eyes were wet with tears, and mascara ran down her cheeks. The cute thing is she doesn’t normally wear mascara. She does it just for me, just to make nights like that sloppy and special. I love her so much.
She coughs and her perky tits bounced as she gasped for breath. “I’m sorry, Sir. I…”
I knelt down. Wrapping my arms around her, I hugged my frightened plaything. “It’s alright, little one. I know you didn’t mean to. You just got overwhelmed.”
She nuzzled her face into my shirt and nodded. “I… I w-wanted to. I just couldn’t keep going… and I got… I got dizzy and…”
“Shhhhh.” I held her close. She wrapped her arms around me, and I cradled her and rocked her in my arms until her breathing steadied. “Feeling better?”
“Yes, Sir.” She whispered with a trace of giddy expectation. She could tell, I know it, that I had something wicked planned for her. I don’t think she even realized she was rubbing her thighs together as she looked up at me. So lovely, biting her lip and waiting to find out her fate. “What now?”
“You know I have to punish you. I wish I didn’t. You know I don’t like hurting you,” I lied. She had this little smirk that said she didn’t believe me, though she also didn’t care.
“I know, Sir.” Bunny choked back a little sob, still feeling the aftereffects of the abuse of her throat. “But it’s for my own good,” she said in a half-truth. But that smirk gave her away. God, she was primed to play.
“What do you think you deserve?” I lowered my head and suckled at her pert breast.
“Oh!” She hums as she tries to think through the distraction of my tongue flicking her nipple. “I suppose… mmmffuuuck. I suppose spankings? No, not enough. Maybe I need tied up and… oh fffuuck.” Her speech is starting to slur as my teeth scraped her flesh. She’s on her way. Good, she’ll be cumming plenty tonight.
I stand up and smack my cock across her cheek. “Little Bunny, I’m afraid I can’t let you off so lightly.” I pulled on the leash, still didn’t feel right. She wasn’t one to be wrapped in leather. She was too delicate for that. I reached into my pocket and palmed a long piece of fabric I had folded there. “And I’m sorry, I don’t think the collar is correct. Nor the tether. Take them off.”
She looks up with those big eyes again, saddened by the loss. She liked the feeling of being owned. And gloomily, she removed the collar and set it on the ground. She rubbed her naked neck and looked so helplessly exposed. But when I let the yellow ribbon unfurl from my hand, my little girl lit up! Such a fucking slut when I bring out the yellow ribbon.
I tied the end tightly around her neck. Her skin turned a coral color under the snug binding. And I finished it with a tiny little bow under her chin. And the rest of the ribbon was wrapped around my hand. I gave it a tug, and she eagerly hopped to her feet. She was all smiles until she realized I was leading her to the basement.
She hesitated at the top of the steps. Always did.
Let me tell you, my adorable little Bunny has the most wonderful whimper. It tugs at my heartstrings every time. And this one, oh, it was pathetic. It had gotten dark out, and the light was at the bottom of the steps. There was nothing below but ominous blackness—a dungeon just for her.
Before I met Bunny, I had considered finishing the basement. Putting up solid walls instead of the haphazard, crumbling plaster. Paving and carpeting the floors to warm up the place. You know, maybe make it a game room or some bullshit. But the first time I took her down, when she trembled and clung to me, I realized it could be so much more.
It scared her. It was cold, and the house creaked above us in the wind. The filthy cement had cracks that ran everywhere. I turned on the lone light bulb that cast ominous shadows in every direction. It buzzed and occasionally flickered, leaving moments where you couldn’t see a thing. “Please, Sir. Can we go back upstairs?”
The delicate hairs on her arm stood on end. Goosebumps appeared over her lightly tanned skin. “No, we can’t. I have something here I hoped I would never have to use.” Another lie and a knowing smile spread unwillingly across her face. She enjoyed the game.
Fear, hesitation, the mercurial nature of consent. They excited her. And she wasn’t simply pretending to be scared of my little dungeon. When I closed the door behind her, she squeaked and pressed her body against my arm. She was shaking. I love her so much.
Bunny scanned the furniture. The rusted old bed that squeaked loudly when she was fucked on it. The old sofa that had been stained with her juices so many times that it smelled of her. The pommel horse, my newest addition. An anniversary present I made for us both. All fun toys, but she knew I had more up my sleeve.
She missed it. Her eyes had scanned right past my newest addition without a thought. And a yank of the yellow ribbon beckoned her to follow. Even when she stood next to my unassuming torture device, she didn’t recognize it. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pointed her face to the corner. “A new punishment. The throne.”
Little Bunny looked back at me, somewhere between disappointment and curiosity, trying to figure out what could possibly be exciting about a metal folding chair. I lifted it in the air, and that’s when she noticed the other new addition. In the dimly lit corner of the room, there was a cracked, dirty floor-length mirror I found at a garage sale.
I opened the chair and set it down, the seat facing away from the mirror. She watched in morbid fascination as I went and retrieved a small bag by the sofa. “You will be allowed to cum as much as you want. Don’t feel like you have to hold back. In fact, you are not allowed to.” I produced a pink dildo with a suction cup on the bottom. I held it before her so she could examine it.
Bunny fidgeted while trying to hide her curious elation. It wasn’t absurdly big, but it was substantial enough that it wouldn’t be used without some discomfort. Not that she seemed to mind a little anguish with her gratification. “I thought you said this was a punishment?”
“Oh, it is, little one. Tongue.” Obediently upon the command, she opened her mouth and let her pink tongue dangle down her lip. I rubbed the suction cup over it, wetting the plastic. My heart skips whenever she looks at me like that, so willing and needy. And she was visibly dripping from the cunt. I turned back and affixed the rubber cock to the chair. “You will mount it.”
“Yes, Sir.” I take her by the yellow ribbon and lead her to the chair. She turned her back to the corner and began lowering herself.
“No, the other way.” She looks up at me, tilting her head and trying to figure out what I mean. “Straddle the chair, face the mirror. I want you to keep your eyes open, watch the little slut looking back at you. You are to study her face.” I placed my hands on her hips. “Tell me, what does she look like?”
“She’s scared. Nervous. But also… she’s excited.” Her azure eyes were locked onto the mirror. I could tell it made her uncomfortable.
“Isn’t she a pretty little girl?”
My little Bunny blushed. “If you say so.”
I shook my head. “That won’t do at all. I don’t think you appreciate how special that girl is.” I guided her into position. She spread her legs to either side of the chair and placed her hands on the back. She tried to slow her decent as the lips of her damp pussy began to open around the unyielding dildo. “Look how big those eyes get when you’re penetrated. Keep watching yourself. Never look away. When you are broken, both mind and body, you transcend beauty. Watch yourself become my shattered Goddess.”
Cheesy, I know. But I wax poetically when I’m turned on. And I was absolutely aching.
Then I roughly shoved downward on her hips, and a raspy groan filled the air as she slid down. I set her delicately upon a throne. One I had made just for her. “It’s… It’s big. I can’t…” I kissed her on the back of the head, then pressed her. “Oooo!” She cried out as her ass settled on the chair.
“There you go. We’re almost ready to begin, Bunny.” I pulled a small handful of flat plastic zip ties from the bag. I watched her carefully, making sure she kept looking in the mirror. First, her hands. They were already correct, on either side of her face, clinging to the chair. “Hold on tight.” I bound them in place.
“Yes, Sir.”
Then her feet. She gasped as I grabbed her by the ankle and brought it close to her hip. It was a strain on her knee, one I knew couldn’t have been comfortable. She rocked to one side and grunted. The sound of the plastic teeth clicked as I pulled her foot tight against the seat of the chair with the binding. Her voice squeaked loudly when I grabbed the other foot. As I brought that upward she was forced to lean forward and put the weight of her body toward her front, forcing her cunt down harder on the rubber cock.
Oh, how she squirmed and whined. I pulled the last item out of the bag. A pink ball gag. The same color as the inside of her rabbit ears. She shifted, trying to find an angle that provided some relief. There was none. And her small gasps and grunts were soon quieted as I fastened the gag tight around her head.
She was tearing up already. A glassy look of resignation and submission. Absolutely beautiful. “Now, little rabbit. Bounce for me.” I pulled the yellow ribbon upward. She gagged. She moaned. And she bounced. My god, how she bounced!
Bunny locked eyes with her mirror self as I guided her with the silken leash. Within the first few bobs up and down, the telltale signs of her climax began showing themselves. Her muscles began to tighten, and her breathing became ragged. I saw her jaw clench as she bit down hard onto the gag, and muffled moans grew louder with each little hop. I kept track of her gaze as I slipped off my belt.
I held it folded in my hand, and it wasn’t long before it was needed. I had a spot all picked out. Her ass was delightfully hanging above the edge of the seat. The way the right cheek bounced in particular called to me. She shut her eyes tight, as she always did when she was coming. And with a harsh snap of my arm, I hit precisely on target.
WHACK!
She hopped up high into the metal chair. It creaked and clanged as it scooted across the ground. “Eyes open! Watch the pretty little rabbit coming like a whore.” She pleaded desperately through the gag. But what goes up must come down. She couldn’t jump high enough from her throne to release the dildo, and sliding back down it so suddenly was rough on the poor thing. She winced and shut her eyes.
WHACK!
Same spot as before. Apparently, the lesson hadn’t made a lasting impression. She grunted, and I could see her struggling against the plastic bindings that cut into her fair skin. Again, she had bounced high and was forced to accept the cock deep inside. Her thighs were shaking, I’m not sure if it was the strain on her muscles or the strength of the orgasm. Probably both.
My little Bunny whimpered as she was forced to continue. She started to accept the slight gagging of her leash while her movements became smaller and more restrained. Not wanting her to get away with that for too long, I reprimanded her again with a strike across her back with the strap.
WHACK!
“MMFmmf! MMMmffff!” Drool ran down the ball gag, making it glisten even in the dim basement light. I let go of the gentle ribbon and grabbed her by her dusty blonde hair.
“Bounce, little Bunny. Bounce and cum. Watch the pure little girl turn into a harlot. See that filthy look in her eyes?” My fingers clenched the hair next to her scalp. Lifting herself up until I finally let her fall, she slammed down hard as tears began to run down her cheeks. “Do you see it? How fucking beautiful she is when she cries?”
WHACK!
I could see her fighting. Her eyes began to roll back. They began to close. But through sheer force of will she was able to keep her gaze fixed on the bouncing bunny slut, fucking herself on the metal folding chair. And she began to find her rhythm. Oh, those wonderful slutty moans echoed through the chilly basement. Sweat began to run down her chest and off the tip of her nipples.
A puddle of sex formed underneath her, adding the percussive melody of wet slapping to the symphony of sounds. Muffled screams. Creaking metal. The scraping chair legs. And of course, my occasional addition.
WHACK!
“Harder! Like a depraved little bitch in heat. Fuck yourself for me.” Oh, my cock ached with debased hunger. Holding her hair in one hand and the belt in the other, I forced her to cum again as her muffled begging turned into a fresh round of screams.
WHACK!
WHACK!
It was cruel, sure. But I was growing addicted to the way she spasmed when leather painted a fresh, hot stripe of red across her back. She began to panic, struggling against the zip ties.
WHACK!
She fought in earnest now. She shook her head and tried to tip the chair over, trying to escape my grasp. I could tell this was her limit. In moments like that, I knew I was her whole world. That every single bit of her focused on me, pleading with me for mercy. And I am nothing if not merciful.
*WHACK!”
“Good girl! Sit!” She was a wreck. Shaking all over, crying. Her loud sobs gave way until she could only manage weak weeping as spit in long, viscous ribbons fell from her chin. I pushed down on her shoulders. I forced her to sit as flush on the chair and held her in the stillness. I knelt behind her and pulled the ball gag from her mouth and let it hang loosely around her neck. “What do we say?”
“Th-th-thank…” She was out of it. Understandable. Panting and still squirming as the pressure of the rubber that stuffed her pussy full. I reached around between her legs and coaxed her swollen clit with my fingers. “Fuuck. C-c-cumming… Ooo…”
“Look how divine she is when she breaks. When she’s too fucked up to speak. Such a vast treasure of perversion hidden away in a tiny frame.” She nodded, watching her face contort as the pleasure spread through her tired body. “And you understand why I can’t stop myself. Why I get so rough with you?”
“Yes,” she whispers between sharp breaths. “Sh-she’s too pretty to stop. Even if she begs.” It wasn’t just the words I wanted to hear; she believed it. And so she passed her lesson.
“Good, now I’m going to cut you loose. Are you sore?”
My girl awkwardly shifted and moaned before nodding.
“Next, I’m going to ravage that tender little cunt. I’ll set you down somewhere nice and soft. Then I’m going to fuck you raw.” I expected her to look shocked, scared, maybe a little disgusted. Instead, I could see that she wore disappointment. “What’s the matter, Bunny?”
She bit her lip and kept watching herself in the mirror. “I don’t want to go somewhere soft. Not yet.” Such a mousy little whore. I could see her struggling to muster the courage to ask for something perverse.
I snuggled my chin over her shoulder and nuzzled her face. “I live to serve my little girl. Tell me what you need.”
A perverted little smile spread across her lips. Her eyes widened as she watched the whore in the mirror start to bounce with refreshed fervor on the dildo. “I want to be fucked down here. On the dirty ground in front of the mirror. I want to see what the pretty slut looks like when she’s getting railed. With the ball gag back in.” She blushed so hard that her chest turned an impossible shade of pink. “Please,” she meekly added.
I reached around and fondled her breasts, breathing warmly against her ear. “If you’re wearing it, I may not be able to tell if you’re using your safety word.”
It was one of those perfect moments that I’ll never forget. Something I will always look back on with such warmth and fondness. That adorable, dirty little grin. “I know. I… I want you to keep going even if I can’t take it.” She’s so lovely, I can’t hold back. “Hurt me.” It was so romantic, my heart felt like it would burst from my chest. “Own me.” She is flawless.
I knelt in front of her, basked in her glowing smile, and kissed her lips before I jammed the gag back in. “I love you, my little Bunny. Sit tight, I’ll get the scissors to cut you free.”
