If impact is not your thing, you might give this a pass, to the rest of my kinky friends, enjoy.
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The light in the basement over her cage glowed dimly to life as the footsteps earily descended and crossed to the cage.
The keys rattled as the lock was opened and removed.
"Pet?" Master extended his hand, her leash sparkling in the darkness, click,
Tugging her gently to him with her leash on her collar pulling her to her feet to face him he asked. "Have you been a good girl?"
Her response was to lower her eyes silently, his was to take her hand, lift it to his nose and breathe deeply.
His hand holding the leash lifted her chin to look at him, his eyes told her everything.
He turned away from her, crossing to sit down in his chair. Bunny timidly approached him, lowering herself to all fours. Crawling forward she rubbed her tiny face on his leg as she gazed at his male part inside of his slacks.
"Please sire, may I?" His look un-readible. She moved further up brushing her lips over the bulge in his slacks.
"Did you cum already?" The Edge in his voice evident in the quiet question.
She nodded.
"You were going to wait for me to use you before you did that." The accusing statement hanging in the air like a cloud.
He rose from the chair. Stepping toward the St. Andrews Cross in the corner he waited as she took her position.
He fastened first her wrists, followed by her ankles. Her leash he passed through an eye hook on the wall securing her neck in place.
Soon the lash began to fall, starting at her shoulders, steady, even strokes, painting her skin with welts, as it reached her ass he could see her flexing and knew her Kegals were squeezing and soon her honey would be dripping.
Her actions clearly leading to another climax, he changed direction of the lash and brought it sharply up between her legs. Her yelp of surprise and pain bringing her pleasure up short.
Commencing again on her buttocks and down her legs he watched the juice flow down both legs as she humped the air.
In between strokes with the lash he removed his clothes. Stepping up behind her, his cock between her legs being lubricated by her own juice as he moved it through her slit.
His movement back and forth across her clit was dragging her closer to her release, just as she was spasming into the first throes of climax the head of his cock passed through her rosebud and, pressing upward, lifted her off of her feet.
She squirted her juices again, this time the orgasm unfettered, she sobbed. The overwhelming joy thick lump in her throat.
Every thrust brought new sensations. Soon, her orgasm began to peak as she shook and then, hot lava spewed into her ass.
That very last clinch of orgasm robbing her of consciousness.
When she awoke it was to the floral scent of the bubble bath she was reclining in. Her master would have salved her welts before putting her in the bath.
Water to drink, followed by a small amount of absinthe.
Big fluffy warm towel to wrap her in, he carries her to the master bedroom.
She snuggles under the sheet, kissing him goodnight as she settles down, his cock in her mouth, like a pacifier her favourite way to sleep.