This is Part 1 of the Bunny Series.

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She took a long breath in and looked up at Master, waiting for His permission to breathe out again. When it came, she opened her lips slightly and breathed out. Once Master got her breathing in a steady rhythm He ran His hand along her body, gently teasing her.

As Bunny let out a gentle moan, He lifted His hand off her and stood up. She watched attentively, feeling the dampness spreading between her legs, as He reached into a draw and pulled out a blindfold. She automatically leaned forward in anticipation. When Master smiled at her submissive obedience, she got even wetter knowing she had pleased him. She watched the smile on His face for as long as she could, until the blindfold covered her eyes. As soon as she felt Master finish tying it, she leaned her head back onto the pillow.

Now in darkness, she wasn’t sure where Master was, so it was a surprise when she felt His breath on her ear.

“Breathe in,” she took a deep breath in through her nose.

“Breathe out,” as she breathed out through her lips, she felt Master run His tongue along her earlobe. His teeth gently nibbled her lobe “Who’s a good slut?”

” I am Sir, I’m your good little slut, Sir!”

“Yes, you are.”

She felt His hands squeeze her ample 32dd breasts. He then placed His thumbs and index fingers on either side of her hardened nipples and pinched them hard as she squirmed and moaned loudly.

He released her nipples and there was silence for a moment before He asked, “And what does slut say?” The clear sound of dissatisfaction in His voice.

“Thank you Sir, I’m sorry for not thanking you Sir.”

“And I thought you were a good little slut. Turns out, you’re a naughty little whore, aren’t you? What are you?”

“I’m your naughty little whore, Sir!”

“And what happens to naughty whores?”

“They get punished, Sir.”

“Yes they do, assume your punishment position.”

Bunny sat up and put her hand out to feel where Sir was. He was sitting, waiting, on the edge of the bed. She crawled across the bed and draped her naked body over Master’s knees, waiting eagerly for her punishment.

She felt His hand come down sharply on her pert Ass cheek. “One, thank you, Sir.”

His hand comes down a second time, harder this time. “Two, thank you, Sir.”

“Three, thank you for punishing your naughty, disobedient whore Sir.” Even though she couldn’t see him, she knew He was grinning. The fourth was even harder “Four, thank you, Sir.”

The fifth stung and she was proud to know that she’d be wearing His handprint on her Ass for at least a few hours. “Five, thank you, Sir.” He had left His hand on her Ass, and He massaged it slightly, running His fingers down to her dripping Pussy and collecting her moistness. As He removed His fingers, she sighed in disappointment but was elated when she felt His fingers running along her chin, leaving a trail of her juices, and into her hungry mouth. She sucked them dry and bobbed her head down taking them into her throat, imagining they were His thick throbbing cock.

He pulled them out of her mouth, “Good slut,” ran them down her back and dipped them back into her waiting Pussy. She moaned as not only two fingers entered her, but Master pushed a third deep inside her too.

“Please Master, moooore,” she moaned loudly.

“More what slut?”

“Pleeeease more fingers, Master,” she immediately felt him push hard, forcing His whole fist inside her. She moaned loudly enjoying being stretched by the man she loved more than anything in the world.

“Please can I cum Sir?”

“Absolutely not slut!! Under no circumstances can you cum until you’ve been given permission. Do you understand?”

She pouted whilst continuing to moan “Yes Sir, I can’t cum until you give me permission.”

“Good slut,” He whispered as He started to move His fist in and out of her stretched, dripping hole. He moved His other hand down and started rubbing her clit.

She started to bite her lip, drawing blood as she felt her Orgasm building but knowing she hadn’t yet been given permission to cum. She automatically started to squeeze her legs together, which had the unintended consequence of forcing Master’s fist even deeper inside her.

Feeling His slut’s legs squeezing around His arms He leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Does my slut want to cum?”

“Yeessssssss Siiir, pleeeease can your slut cum? I need to cum so bad Sir, please can I cum for you?” she practically screamed.

He smiled to himself “Then cum for me you whore.” He instantly felt her Pussy squeeze tightly around His fist as she squirted along His arm and down her legs. He kept moving His fist in and out as she spasmed and moaned, squirming over His lap. He took His fingers and squeezed her clit, making her squirt a second time.

“Thank you for letting your slut cum, Sir!”