A Bunnie To Play With – Chapter 7

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My bum cheeks were safe for the moment, for all our eyes were riveted to the stage and nobody even dared to whisper. A tall woman in an elegant moss green evening dress which she could have worn to the opera stepped onto the platform. A dress she could almost have worn to the opera, I corrected my impression when I noticed the deep neckline that almost reached to her navel, exposing a good part of her big, full breasts and adding more than a touch of indecency. Her skin was deeply tanned, and she moved with the grace of a feline, her eyes roaming all through the hall. Her face was exotic, emphasized by an Egyptian-style makeup, golden highlights on her lips and eyelids. Her hair glittered in the spotlight. “My dear ladies,” she addressed the crowd, “tonight I have a very special treat for you. The regulars among you all know Lady Sarah, a founding member of our club and, if we may trust the whispered conversations between our bratty subs, a harsh but creative mistress.” A few giggles sounded in the crowd. “In this evening’s public scene we will watch her dominate another regular here, one that I – and probably you as well – would never have expected to end up on the receiving end. But a bet is a bet, as Lady Sarah told me, and there is no wiggling out of it. So let’s be grateful about this rare opportunity and give your applause for Lady Sarah and Bao!” I was surprised that the beautiful, self-assured Asian girl was going to be the sub on the stage. But my surprise had nothing on Anne’s, who sat there, staring open-mouthed at the stage. After a shocked pause, people started clap. The first person to appear was clad in black leather from head to toe, the cliché of a dominatrix if there was one. Her slick black hair swung with every step, the heels of her boots making a rhythmic sound that filled the hall once the clapping eased off. Then she stopped, and a smaller shape became visible, crawling out on all fours from behind her, her equally black hair almost touching the ground. The crawling girl went up onto her knees and her face became visible, as did the state of her undress. She looked cute, petite and boyish. Gasps sounded around us. “Thank you.” Lady Sarah’s voice was deep and velvety. “I am sure I do not need to tell you what special occurrence tonight’s event is. I will not go into details about how it came to be, so please refrain from asking. What I can tell you is that Bao has agreed to receive two hundred lashes…” Fresh gasps rose from the crowd. “Two hundred lashes on whatever part of her body and using whatever implement I choose.” The woman stroked Bao’s head, who lowered her eyes. “To make it more exciting, Bao has promised to take her punishment standing upright and without being restrained. We have agreed that any flinching away on her part will add two more lashes.” The low buzzing of excited whispers started to fill the hall. “That said, two hundred lashes are a lot, and I fear that if I tried to give those on my own I might be the one ending up in the most pain.” This drew some laughter from the crowd. “So I’ll need a volunteer – please wait a second.” Bao had put her hand on Sarah’s arm, and now the two of them were whispering back and forth. Finally I saw Sarah nod. “Very well, my slave for tonight has asked to be allowed to pick the person aiding in her punishment. Would Mistress Anne please come up to the stage and help almanbahis şikayet me give her the deserved punishment?” Anne paled. For a moment I even thought she would faint, and I could see her fingers grip the armrest so hard that her knuckles turned white. But after a deep breath her face became indifferent and she stood up. Immediately, all eyes swiveled towards her. “Crawl after me!” she hissed at me, but I was quite sure that it wasn’t me her ire was directed at, and so I followed her, naked and on all fours, as she swerved through the tables. We climbed up to the stage over a few stairs at the side, and girl was already waiting with a small headset and a receiver, quickly outfitting Anne with it and clipping the receiver to the back of her belt. Then we reached the spotlight and Anne stopped next to Lady Sarah. I knelt upright, a respectable arm’s length away, and tried to mimic Bao’s posture. The crowd’s looks felt like hot fingers brushing over my naked skin, and they made me feel lightheaded from embarrassment and filled me with a strange sense of pride. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought my own slave with me to watch the proceedings,” Anne’s now self-assured sounding voice filled the hall. “I thought it would be an educational experience.” “Not at all, my dear. What would you like to use?” “I’d like to warm her skin with the leather cat, but for the second half I’d like to use the cane. Bao has always had a fondness for it.” “Excellent choices! I will start with the cat-o-nine as well, before I see how she takes to the braided whip.” The same girl that had outfitted Anne with her headset appeared again, this time pushing a cart with the chosen implements on top. “Get into position!” Sarah ordered, and Bao rose gracefully to her feet, standing with them shoulder width apart, stretching her arms straight above her head. I could only envy the ease with which she moved. Her face didn’t betray a single emotion. Both Mistresses took their weapons from the cart and stood to Bao’s sides. Anne nodded, and like clockwork, Sarah’s arm went back and then swished forward again, the strands of the flogger hitting the tops of Bao’s thighs with a multitude of snaps. On the downswing, Anne’s arm went back, and her stroke fell equally loud on the Asian’s buttocks. A rhythm established itself, a stroke hitting every other second, smacking and cracking against the young woman’s beautiful, soft skin. I counted them in my head. They varied their targets, slowly circling around the victim of the punishment, hitting all over her body, her thighs, her buttocks, her back and shoulders, even her small breasts and pubes. They had already reached forty, but still had to draw any kind of reaction from Bao, who stared straight ahead as if lost in her own world, a deep tranquility shining in her dark eyes. Her skin was quickly reddening wherever the leather strands hit her. The air was filled with the whooshing and snapping of the whips, and every stoically received painful stroke made my admiration for the Asian girl rise to new levels. Eighty. The tips of Anne’s cat-o-nine tails hit directly on Bao’s pussy, and I could see the girl’s eyes flicker for a moment. But she took the next twenty in stride, and I couldn’t stop myself from whispering “hundred.” Both arms stopped their swings, and I thought for a moment I might have done something wrong. almanbahis canlı casino But a sweet smile from Sarah relieved my worries. “Very good, slave.” They exchanged their weapons. I thought I saw something like unease in Anne’s eyes, but I wasn’t sure. She took up position once more so she could strike Bao’s backside. Sarah’s chosen whip looked dangerous, more than three feet long and made of leather strips braided with each other. She took a few steps back, weighing the distance, and saw my concerned look. “Don’t worry, little one, it looks worse than it is. It’s only the tip that does really hurt. The cane your Mistress picked is a lot more dangerous.” I swallowed and nodded. Then the first swing of the long whip fell, the braid wrapping around Bao’s hip and the thin end snapping against her buttock. I thought I saw a small tremor in the Asian’s legs. A second later the cane whooshed through the air and landed with a loud snap on the other buttock. This time I was sure about the movement. They quickly settled into a rhythm again. Sarah made sure that most of the energy was taken by the thick braid, but the tip nonetheless left angry red stripes. The cane created welts, long and thin, like those the older woman who had been worshipping Bao’s foot had carried. They slowly rotated again, and by half time, Anne was standing to her other side, the cane lifted horizontally. It swished against the underside of Bao’s breasts, whose lower lip started to tremble. Yet, she didn’t move any other part of her body. Sarah was right behind her, her whip alternating between the left and right hip, the tip of it landing with a high pitched snap on the sensitive skin of her thighs just below her pussy. Then Sarah stepped just an inch or two closer, and the tip snapped onto Bao’s pussy lip. A tear trickled over the Asian’s cheek. Anne’s cane struck across the light pink nipples, and another tear joined the first. It was cruel. And it was sexy as hell. I yearned to touch myself between my legs, to ease the heat that was building up there. The Mistresses now let loose and only hit the poor Bao on her most sensitive spots. I would have screamed and bawled and rolled away by now, but she just stood there, her body taut like a bowstring and tears running out of her pretty almond eyes and dripping from her chin. “One hundred ninety-eight,” I whispered to myself, unable to avert my eyes, “one hundred ninety-nine,” and the final smack of the cane fell over the tops of her breasts, “two hundred.” Both Mistresses were breathing hard by now from the exertion. Bao’s body was a mess of red welts, but she still held her position even though her legs and arms were trembling. Her eyes flickered to me, and I expected anguish in them, but what I saw astounded me. It was need, pure and uninhibited need, the same flame of arousal and yearning Anne managed to kindle in me. The desperation in her eyes told me how close she was to find relief. “Lady Sarah?” I asked without thinking. “Yes, slave?” “May I – may I kiss her pussy? May I give her the pleasure she needs right now?” She looked taken aback for a moment, but quickly caught herself, a wistful smile forming on her lips. “Yes, you may.” I didn’t look at Anne. In the back of my mind I knew I should have. But in this moment, the only thing on my mind was the need and desperation in those beautiful eyes, and almanbahis casino I felt a bond, an obligation between equals, to end her suffering. I know, it sounds cheesy, but right at this moment I was in a different world. I crawled between Bao’s legs and plastered soft kisses on her reddened thighs. I smelt her arousal, sharp and sweet, right in front of me. My fingers opened her petals and my lips wrapped around her shiny clit. I slid my index finger up her love channel; wet and silky as it was, I didn’t need to hold back. And then I gave her clit short, hard sucks, one, two, and at the third I felt her pussy clench around my finger almost painfully. Her hands gripped the back of my head and her whole body shook. Wetness splashed onto my chin and her taste and scent filled my whole universe. She couldn’t keep standing and slid to her knees in front of me, our naked bodies pressing against each other’s. Her arms went around me and she gave me a soft, wet kiss on the neck. “Thank you, precious rose. You are as special as I thought.” “I – You -” Her proximity made thinking hard. “This was incredible. It must have been excruciating!” “It was, but the body can endure much if you let your soul fly free. But tell me, little rose, how can I pay you back?” “You – you don’t need to,” I stammered, my voice still filled with adoration, “but – if you want – “ I bit my lip and mustered up all my courage, leaning back a bit and looking straight into her eyes, “hurt me, like they did you.” The nagging voice in the back of my mind got louder. “If – if my Mistress allows, that is.” “I’m not sure I should allow anything in the foreseeable future,” Anne’s angry voice sounded right next to me, and I could sense the deep hurt in it, “after taking this liberty. I’m not sure I can even punish you appropriately! I’m not even sure I want to see you at all right now!” “No!” I cried, turning to her and grabbing her hand. “Please! I’ll do anything, but don’t push me away. I was caught up in the moment; I promise I’ll do better in the future! I’ll never again ignore you! Please! Punish me, any way you like, don’t push me away!” Tears streamed down my face, and she made a halfhearted attempt to pull her hand free, but seeing my anguish, she relented. She extended her other arm, and I threw myself into her embrace, sobbing and promising to better myself while she stroked my hair and tried to soothe me. “I’ll have to punish you harshly, though,” she whispered into my ear. I nodded into her shoulder, sniffling and trying to stop my tears. “I know.” And then a thought struck me, one quite terrifying and exciting. “I’ve failed you here on the stage, so you should punish me here.” She grabbed my shoulders and held me at arms’ length, looking at me with disbelief. “You don’t know what you are asking. You’re already making quite the spectacle, but if I would punish you here, it would be far worse than anything you would normally receive. The crowd would want a real show, after Bao’s performance.” “I know.” I took a deep breath. “But I can do it. For you.” We stared into each other’s eyes for a long time. She tried to look for any insecurities on my part, for any sign that I might be biting off more than I could chew. I just looked back at her steadfastly, projecting all the love and determination that was swirling inside my heart. It was madness, yes, but a good kind of madness, and I somehow knew that our relationship, as fresh as it was, had been balancing on an edge already, with Bao as the catalyst. “God, Bunnie,” she finally whispered, her fingernails digging into my naked shoulders, “you’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me.

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