ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑦 ⁿˢᶠʷ 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑥 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒

[Bunny]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ 𝔸 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝒜 𝒻𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓂 ​

 

[Bunny]

Bare feet padded across the hardwood floor. Alexandria found the floor cool and comforting underfoot and her hands toyed with a set of keys; they jingled softly, musical in their own way as they clinked together. It had been a long day. Chores mostly and while they in themselves were not unpleasant, they took their toll. The post office had lost a package, even though they’d marked it delivered. Grocery shopping pressed against the rest of humanity. Polite smiles and boring small talk. Rolling her head, she felt the muscles of her neck groan in protest. Tension had been building since the alarm that morning. She needed a distraction. A way to vent her frustrations and relax. Lucky for her, she had just the thing in mind. Thing was perhaps a cruel way to describe the man currently locked beneath her bed. It was the correct term though, in her eyes at least. Like a piece of furniture, he was an object to Lexi. He had answered her want ad and agreed to her terms. There was a contract signed by him, tucked away safe. She wasn’t a psychopath. That said, she had every intention of breaking him. It was what they both wanted. Lexi had never thought herself cruel. At least not before finding some delicious writing and that had led her to some sinful porn. Soon that fantasy was not enough. She wanted to know what it was like to tease a man till the point of tears and begging. Till he would agree to anything. Alexandria wanted to know what it was like to have her arm ache from a whip or paddle. Would it be a sweet ache? Once that left her remembering her toy the next day? Would the memories of his tears make her wet as she went about her day? The tip of her pink tongue touched her upper lip and she looked down at the metal cage. He was so much bigger than she was and she’d have been uncomfortable trapped in that space. Alexandria was tiny, five feet nothing and her toy? Mmmn, he was six feet. Built, she tried to recall what he said he’d done. Construction? He was built for it. Sinewy muscles, tanned skin and a gruff demeanor. Who would have thought he wanted to be broken by a slip of a woman. “Are you awake, chair?” He had a name. Lucian. She hadn’t used it since she’d locked him under bed the night before. Her smile was slow as she knelt on her haunches by the cage. This was likely not what he’d signed up for. Not at the moment away. She’d put him in there shortly after he’d signed the contract. She’d then left him, only letting him out before she retired to bed to use the restroom. He’d heard the toy as she’d switched in on and his growls, demands to be let out had only added to her climax the night before. “I think it is time I played..” #39ff14

 

[Staine]

Lucian was starting to think maybe he'd made a mistake. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. For most of his life he'd had these small cravings in the back of his mind, cravings of being controlled by a woman, being at their mercy, used sexually and completely controlled in every way. They'd started off small, just being cuffed while they had sex, teased, a little light spanking and being on his knees, and being told to service them with his tongue. A little kinky but normal fantasies, that was how he'd seen it but he'd never found anybody to act them out with. He'd tried...he hadn't dated an incredible amount, he didn't like one night stands so when he did pick up women it was for something more long term and bringing it up had been difficult to say the least. The few he'd managed to bring it up with had looked at him differently, he'd seen the judgement in their eyes and they'd broken up shortly afterwards. How was he supposed to find what had been steadily growing from an illicit desire into a powerful urge, and now it felt like something he needed. He was a big man, tall and well build, strong but not overweight. He worked in construction, he'd made more than enough money to support himself for years and considering he did sub-contracting work it was something he could drop and pick up another time, he could make his own hours, etc, and he was his own boss, something he also needed since he was not good at taking orders contrary to what he craved. In control of every aspect of his own life he had no idea why he wanted to be under the control of somebody else or why as the years had gone by his cravings had become more extreme. Not just the handcuffs and looking up at a woman riding him that he'd fantasized about when he was younger, they had evolved. Cuffs had become full restraints, straight-jackets, stocks, being wrapped head to toe and unable to move and even stranger things, being forced into positions. Wanting to be spanked had turned into paddles, floggers and whips, canes and then so much more...a brief few hours giving up control had become desires of imprisonment and force. That last one was important...he knew he wasn't good at taking orders, he knew he needed somebody with the tools and ability to force it onto him. He knew about safewords, he knew how vitally important they were but he didn't want that, he didn't want any way out, or so he thought. Now he wasn't so sure. He laid beneath the bed, trapped in the cage of the girl whose ad he'd answered. Fetlife had so many, he'd messaged many Dommes in the past but what they wanted and what he wanted hadn't worked out, when he'd received answers at all, and he was under no delusions, he knew they must get a lot of messages. He hadn't expected an answer from Alexandria either, but he'd gotten one and as they spoke it became clearer and clearer that she wanted what he wanted, she was almost scary which made him laugh when he saw her. So small, and when they'd met for coffee in a safe place, she'd seemed harmless, yet there was something in her eyes, in the way she looked at him. He'd made arrangements for time off work, those working under him would continue with his company name and he would get a cut anyway, said he needed a break to them and to his friends and family. He'd brought some changes of clothes to her home, he'd handed her his wallet, his identification...she had everything she needed from him, even his bank cards, and he'd signed her contract. It had been long and detailed, giving him no way out of his own accord, no safe-word as he'd asked...the only way out now was when she let him out, or if he managed to overpower her. Once he had, she'd told him to get under the bed, a strange thing with a cage built under it that was just big enough for him, and not comfortable, then she'd locked it. This wasn't what he'd expected, she'd just left him there. It was so sturdy even he couldn't open it, he didn't have leverage to kick it open and trying had hurt his foot since he'd taken off his boots on entering her home. He'd heard her on the bed when she was turning in for the night, heard the buzzing of the toy, he had yelled at her to let him out as he heard her pleasure herself and she'd ignored him, and she'd ignored him this morning too when she'd gone out. Now she was back, and kneeling by the cage, looking at him, even called him chair. "I'm not a chair...l think it's time you let me out of here. This isn't what I signed up for, you just left me in here all night, you did nothing to me, I could hear you, do you have any idea how hard it was to get to sleep after that?" He'd pleasured himself too...there was an embarrassing stain on his shirt where he'd wiped the mess he made since she hadn't left him anything at all but listening to her while being trapped here...he didn't know if he'd loved it or hated it but he was definitely frustrated and he knew she couldn't keep him here, the second she opened the cage he could get his things and leave if she didn't give him what he needed.

 

[Bunny]

Her smile was sweet as she looked down at him. He was being very adorable. “This is exactly what you signed up for, chair.” She didn't raise her voice and amusement shone in her eyes, “You wanted to be a plaything.” A finger slipped through the bars and booped his nose. “And you were awful naughty last night. You decided you should get to cum too.” She clicked her tongue and frowned then. “You didn’t even ask!” Her words were pouty. “So you are lucky I want to play with you at all today.” Standing Alexandria moved away from the bed. From his potion all Lucian could see were her feet and ankles as she wandered off. Humming softly, he’d hear Lexi rummaging around and when she came back, she held something in her hands. Showing him the needle. “A sedative of sorts” She pressed a finger to her lower lip. “If you recall, these were allowed within the contract you signed.” She knew he wasn’t going to be a fan, but that was part of the fun. The needle slid home and Alexandria pushed the plunger home. She watched the clear liquid vanish and smiled. “There, we will give that few minutes to kick in.” The sedative was to help him relax, to take the edge off his anger. Lucian was such a big man, he could easily overpower her and rape wasn’t exactly high on her kink list. With her plans for him it would be dangerous to not use the aid of drugs. Only once she was sure the drug had worked through his system did she open the cage. “Come out, chair.” She waited for him to wiggle free. It was a tight fit. Big enough for him to roll to his side or lay flat, but not enough for him to sit up. The base of the cage was at least soft and she’d thought enough to be sweet to provide him with a pillow. While she waited Alexandria toyed with something on the comforter of the bed. A collar of sorts. Another security measure. #39ff14

 

[Staine]

"Yes, but...you left me in here, just left me, all night and day!" Lucian knew he was being contrary, the contract he'd signed had said she could do anything she liked to him so long as the few limits he had put out there weren't breached. Nothing to do with scat, nothing to do with cross dressing or sissification, nothing to do with bad hygiene or filth in general and no mutilation. It was a very short list and she'd asked him if he was sure more than once before he'd signed it, they'd talked about it quite a bit. He blushed a little at her comment about what he had done...yes, he had finished himself off when he'd been horny but as far as he was concerned that was her fault, she'd done nothing to stop him and had teased him like that! It still made him blush, embarrassed to be talked down to like this by a girl so much younger and smaller than him. The boop on his nose hadn't helped, she'd said she was a sadist, she wanted a man to own, an object to abuse and torment but it was hard to see when she was so aloof and cute and unpredictable. How could this girl be a sadist or a Domme? "I said let me out of here! Lexi, let me out right now!" She'd walked away and he was getting more frustrated, he could still see her in the room, her feet at least, and hear her humming but it was a couple of minutes before she came back to him and this time she had something else, a needle. It caught his eyes and he looked at it warily. He watched her press a finger to her own lip and explain it was well within the terms of the contract, and then before he could even think about it she'd jabbed him with it through the bars. His arms couldn't reach that particular spot easily in the cramped space and he felt whatever it was being injected into him. A sedative, she said...then he just watched her walk away again like nothing had happened. "A sedative? What do you mean, what...what did you just do to me?" He had no idea how it would make him feel and he managed to pull his arm forward to pull at the cage door but it was so sturdy, there was no way he was opening it without her. Slowly he started to feel it...he felt lethargic...not exactly sleepy but it was getting harder to move and to think, like his mind was fuzzy. His heart rate had slowed, he knew that much, and his anger had somewhat faded, he still thought he wanted out but it was so much harder to follow a train of thought before it just slipped away from him and his limbs were feeling heavier, it took so much more effort just to move a little. He watched her unlock the cage and tell him to come out and it took him a couple of minutes, it was so hard to get out but he managed. The anger was gone now, it took too much effort to maintain and think about it, at least to stay on topic without his mind wandering and he was almost smiling as he looked up at her sitting on the bed. He climbed to his knees first, then slowly started climbing up to his feet, finding it difficult to stay upright but manageable if he focused on it. He could see she had something in her hand, a collar. "What...what's that?" His tone was much more sedate, slower but not slurred or quiet.

 

[Bunny]

He made so many demands and it only amused her. She had left him there all night and all day. It wouldn’t be the last time either. She might get him a bigger cage, but he would learn to love that cage. In her mind Lucian was something to play with. Like a puppy! Oh,, that thought was delicious. She’d never hurt a real dog, but him? A smile played along her lips as she sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the sedative to take effect. He questioned her and she just kicked her small feet as she scrolled on her phone. She’d need new toys for a puppy. Different restraints, a tail, a mask, bowls and a bigger cage to be sure. Humming softly she pulled up some site to learn about taking care of her new puppy. He’d not exactly signed up for that, but he’d signed away most of his rights. Lexi was sure it wouldn't exactly hold up in court, but he couldn’t claim he had no idea what she’d had planned. She’d been very clear about her desire to hurt him, break him. Only once she was sure it was safe, did she let him out of the cage. A hand rested on the collar as she watched him struggle to sit up and then stand. Her eyes danced and she tilted her chin to the side. “A collar.” She smiled softly. “You after all did want to be my pet, did you not?” Lexi didn’t bother to tell him it was a shock collar. It was tested and safe on humans, she’d made sure. While she wanted to hurt him, she didn’t want to kill him. She stood and she came to his shoulders, a little less if she was honest and she ran her nails along his arm. Red marks were left in their wake and she bit her lower lip, pleased with the color that blossomed against his skin. “You do still want to be my plaything, don’t you?” Her hand slipped down his front and she rubbed at his cock. It was a dirty trick, but she wanted him to say it. To agree, even after last night and the sedative. She looked up at him, her pretty eyes were so sweet as she ran her tongue along her upper lip. “Take off your shirt, it is filthy.” Turning away she moved to the bed and picked up the collar. “A good boy would kneel for me too. Unless you don’t want me to play with you..” her voice trailed off and she toyed with the collar, her words seemed shy and unsure. See. Just a small, innocent woman. Unsure. Play with me, her posture said. #39ff14

 

[Staine]

He felt unsteady, unfocused as he looked up at her, like he was at the bottom of a swimming pool and every movement he made had the water pushing back against him. He could do it, he could move freely but everything was slower and took more effort. Lucian tried to focus up and concentrate on what was important to him in that moment, which was obviously his freedom. Lexi had locked him in the cage and just left him, made him wait for her to return, had drugged him. What was really important though was that she'd drugged him and left him in the cage all night and all day...over and over, the same thing kept replaying in his mind as he tried to focus and then it slipped away, then he remembered and it slipped away again, his thoughts inevitably going back to how she'd lo... Her words cut through the twisting maze that his thoughts had turned into by giving him something to focus on. A collar? Her pet? Yes...yes he'd wanted to be her pet, she was right, and with the help of her words the pictures came easily, memories of signing that contract. Why had he been so hung up on being locked in the cage a moment ago when this was what really mattered to him? He was standing now, he'd managed to get to his feet and he knew he was doing something when he had, something very important but he couldn't for the life of him think what that was. "Your pet...yes I remember, I signed a contract, I was going to be your pet, you're Alexandria!" He looked so proud, smiling as he said her name and he felt he was making progress, no longer lost, he had figured out what was happening. It still felt like he was moving slowly and thinking was hard but he could do it, he knew that now. "I did, I wanted to be your pet..." Her fingernails ran down his arm and he shivered as he felt the slight pain of her scratch. He did want to be her pet, he didn't know why but it felt like the most natural thing in the world, that's why he'd given her everything he had brought with him, his wallet, his bank cards, everything but the clothes on his back. He looked again at the collar. What kind of pet would he be? She was standing now too and he gasped as he felt a hand touch him, rubbing him, he felt himself getting hard and he looked down at her like he was in a dream, the lighting not quite right, everything was softer, gentler but she was beautiful, blonde and petite, those blue eyes like warm pools that were drawing him in. He groaned again as she rubbed his now much firmer cock and it was a struggle but he got the words out. "Yes...yes I want to be your...your plaything..." She didn't like his shirt...he hadn't realized he was even wearing one, hadn't thought about it but he pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. A good boy would kneel...he was a good boy, wasn't he? Of course he was, and he definitely wanted her to play with him, he wanted to play with her...so he knelt, looking up at her. "Like this? Am I a good boy?" In his mind it sounded perfect, clear...in reality his movements were still slow and sluggish, his words just slightly slurred with strange pauses like he was having problems. He'd forgotten about the cage already, about the drugs, he could only register so much of reality in that moment and his entire focus was on Lexi.

 

[Bunny]

The pride he took to answer her question was quite adorable and she nodded, “That’s right, such a good boy.” The words were a purr, pleased and happy with his answer. Alexandria though wanted to drill this home, to make sure he knew what he’d wanted. He was drugged, yes, but not so much he couldn’t think. She’d taken away his anger, his indignation at her treatment of him thus far. In a way, she’d ripped away his free will or perhaps she’d made his desire more simple for him to realize. He got excited easily, her new toy. She liked that they had such a difference in size. She was tiny next to him. He was tall, broad shouldered. Had she not drugged him, Lucian could easily overpower her. Part of the fun really. He was so eager to please though. His shirt was lifted and dropped to the floor. She shifted her hands, running them along his chest. When he knelt and asked her if he was a good boy, she nodded. “Such a good boy.” She turned and lifted the collar. She slipped it around his neck, making sure it was secure, but not too tight. The buckled was fastened with a lock and she smiled at him. “How does that feel?” She tugged it gently. “Not too tight?” She seemed worried about it and wanted an answer. She touched along the soft, supple leather and rubbed at the side that had a bit of a lump. “This is a shock collar,” Alexandria explained. “It will only shock you if I want it to. If you are being bad, it will shock you..” She tilted her head, her blond hair slipping along her shoulder. “But I may shock you for fun, but I will always tell you why, okay?” She was sadistic, when it came to toys. She liked the pain. The tears.. The sweet little whimpers. They made her squirm. She liked being cruel, but only to a point. It wasn’t all pain, she did want him to enjoy himself.. To a point. She moved back to the bed and sat on it. “Now, you are my pet.. My plaything.” She mused softly. “What sort of animal are you?” She looked to him. “A horse? A kitty..” She shook her head, resting her fingers against her chin. “I think a puppy.” She smiled at him. “What do you say, chair? Are you a puppy?” #39ff14

 

[Staine]

Lucian's head was swimming. Whatever she'd drugged him with wasn't that bad, it was harder to think than it normally was, like he was thinking in slow motion, he had to concentrate to make it to simple thoughts that once would have been so easy and quick, and the same for his movements. It was like the signals from his brain just took longer to reach where they needed to, or it was harder to send in the first place...whatever it was, his movements and thoughts were still especially slow and he felt weaker as a result. Looking up from his knees at his captor, though he had admittedly given himself to her willingly, he wondered if she knew how much the drug affected him, how hard everything was now that she'd dosed him. He smiled up at her from his knees as she called him a good boy and he didn't fight when she went to remove his shirt, instead he lifted his arms to help her with it. Her hands were on him and he closed his eyes, gasping softly at the touch of her hands. So soft...he liked how they felt on his chest. "I...I am a good boy..." He grinned as he said it, like he was feeling euphoric. Something about how the drugs were slowing him was making him feel a little bit loopy. Just what had she used on him? She came at him with a collar and he lifted his head to help her, exposing his neck to her and felt the soft, supple leather as she buckled it into place and then locked it. There was something inside it, he could feel something pressing into his neck at the side, it was uncomfortable but not painful and he looked up at her as she started to talk about the collar, shaking his head as she asked if it was too tight. "No, not too tight. A...A shock collar?" It took him a few seconds to process what she meant, realizing it was one of those collars that one used on dogs. A press of a remote and then zap, they got a sharp shock. Is that what he was wearing now? Maybe if he could think properly he would protest it but instead his hand came up and ran over it. Something about wearing this excited him, even in this state...hell, something about how she'd drugged him so that he couldn't effectively fight back excited him too and he didn't know how to feel about that, about how willing he was to just let this happen, how he wanted to see what happened next, to experience it. He looked up at her again as she sat on the bed, his hand still on the collar as he tried to think. "W-Will it hurt?" It was a simple question, and a silly one, he knew that when he asked it but something made him ask it anyway. "Will it be bad?" She didn't answer right away, she seemed to be considering something and then she asked what kind of animal was. That was right, she called him her pet too! He smiled...he liked the sound of that, and when she said she thought he was a puppy he grinned. A silly thought came to his mind, an urge to do something dumb, so he did it. "Woof woof!!"

 

[Bunny]

There was no way for Alexandria to know exactly how hard the drug was hitting him. It had been meant to make him more docile and far less likely to force her to do anything. She wasn’t submissive and had not desire to be raped, for that is what it would be if he got free to use her for his needs. So the slow, sluggish thoughts were perfectly acceptable. Hell, it made him cute. He was very susceptible to verbal coercion and she found she liked that. The giggle was bright and she nodded. “You are!” She encouraged him. At least he was now, with that drug riding him. The idea was she’d use it until he was a willing play thing without it. Alexandria wanted to well and truly break Lucian until he craved to have her use him.. Torture him. The collar fit him nicely and she nodded when he questioned it. “Mmhm. Remember I like pain?” She reminded him and when he asked if it would hurt she nodded again. “Yes.. “ She shifted trying to think of how to show him. Alexandria shifted to her feet and wiggled her shirt down her hips and then she did the same with her panties. Sitting back on the bed, she spread her legs and looked down at him as she spread herself. Light from overhead highlighted her slick folds and she rubbed her fingers along herself before holding them up. “See, all wet at the thought of shocking you.” She held her fingers to him, as if inviting him to taste her. The answer to her question making her laugh. “Just as I thought. A puppy!” She wiggled her glistening fingers. “Come here puppy, taste me..” She wanted to have his tongue buried in her aching little cunt.. Fingers taunt in his hair. She sighed. “Lick my fingers clean and then show me what you can do with that tongue of yours. I have had a long day.. Come make me feel better.” #39ff14

 

[Staine]

Her giggle made everything feel better. Lucian had vague memories of being angry, of being upset about the way he'd been treated and imprisoned, about how this wasn't how he'd pictured it but hearing Alexandria giggle as he barked for her made him grin like an idiot. He didn't stop to think why, he didn't even know why he'd barked for her in the first place other than he'd wanted to make her happy and make her smile. That was what mattered to him right then...he had a feeling of euphoria that he couldn't describe, he knew it was something to do with the injection she'd given him but that didn't really matter, did it? It didn't matter that he'd asked her not to, what mattered was that he was happy and he wanted her to be happy too. He was also feeling incredibly horny...if he'd been able to think logically in that moment he would have realized that what the drug had done was simply make him more agreeable and push his primary desires and personality traits to the fore. He wanted to make her happy because she was a beautiful girl and he had craved submitting to a girl like her for years now, a fantasy he hadn't been able to fulfil. He was horny because she'd just put a collar on him that would keep him under her control even if he tried to back out again, something that was deep in his fantasies...force, having no way out not even a safeword had featured in his desires for so long now and even earlier he'd known he could overpower her and stop this but now? So long as she had the remote he would be easy for her to subdue, and that thrilled him. She answered him honestly, that she'd shock him just for her own pleasure and that sent a spark of arousal shivering through him as he looked up at her from his knees. He wanted that...god why did he want that so badly? He wanted to be her plaything, her toy, her pet...he'd signed his life away for this even when he was sober and now he couldn't think of anything but how much he wanted her when she pulled her panties aside and showed him what the thought of hurting him did to her. She held out her glistening fingers as though to taunt him and he couldn't stop himself from leaning forward and licking them, tasting her. He was hard...he ached to be inside her, he was thinking of pushing her down and taking her right then and there but she wouldn't like that, and he wanted to make her happy. He made a soft sound as she grabbed his hair and pulled him closer anyway...and his focus slipped again. "I want...I want to fuck you...and I want you..." It was hard to get the words out as she pulled him closer, what did he want? He had so many things that kept pushing to the front of his mind, he wanted to taste her, he wanted her to hurt him, he wanted to fuck her, he wanted her to ruin him, he wanted to pin her down and...he wanted her to own him. "Hurt me...break me...please I...I'm having bad thoughts, hard to focus, I..." She'd been pulling him closer the whole time he'd been trying to articulate his thoughts and then his lips touched her and his tongue pushed out, sinking in between her folds. God she tasted so sinful and divine at the same time, this Goddess that had found him, that he'd found. Thoughts of what he was saying exited his mind as quickly as they'd surfaced as he eagerly lapped at her folds, the thought of using his hands to help not even a blip on his radar. That's right, he was a puppy now, and puppies licked.