A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 13

... again. “There’s still the matter of your outstanding punishment.” She pushed me into the middle of the room and told me to stay at the spot while she went rummaging through one of the cupboards on the wall. When she came back, she was carrying two pairs of wide leather straps. At first I was curious, but when she knelt down in front of me and wrapped one of the straps around my ankle, buckling it tight, I understood their meaning and was filled with trepidation. A karabiner was attached to each of the straps, turning them into shackles that could easily be fixed to whatever she wanted. For my left ankle, it was an iron ring set into the floor. My right ankle was similarly immobilised, and she made me stand with my feet wide apart so she could attach it to another hook. She looked up at me with a grin. “Gosh, don’t look so glum, little girl. This won’t kill you. I just want to make sure that you keep in place when I punish you.” Her words did little to alleviate my fears. Her fingers made me forget about them though, because, still kneeling, she pushed two of them harshly up my pussy. They met little resistance. “Dirty, horny girl,” she whispered, pulling her fingers out again and wiping them on my thigh, “but let’s finish this.” She wrapped each of my wrists too, pulled a length of rope with a ring on its end from the ceiling and hooked my cuffs into it. Then she vanished from my view and I could hear a rhythmic, creaking sound. Its original became quickly noticeable when my ...

... hands per pulled upwards, further and further. Finally, my arms were completely extended, but Helen still didn’t stop, and the pulling became painful. “Ow,” I complaint, “that hurts.” A few more creaks sounded and the strain spread down my arms, into my shoulders and all along my upper body. I became really worried. “Please,” I gasped, “please stop!” “Only a little more. You want to be a good girl for Auntie, don’t you?” Shit. I did. “Yes, Auntie.” Another creak, and my feet lost contact with the floor for a short moment. I quickly pressed down with the balls of my feet, but half of my weight rested on my arms now, and if I wanted to carry more of it on my feet, I would have to get up on tiptoes. “Ow!” I complained again. “It’s part of the punishment,” Helen told me from right behind me. “so it needs to hurt a little. By the way, little Bunnie, do you have a safeword?” “Yes,” I started to say, but the moment I parted my lips, Helen’s hand sneaked around and pushed something big, round and rough into my mouth. I tried to push it out with my tongue, but I couldn’t. Something cool touched my cheeks, then wrapped around my head, and with a short yank the ball was pulled even tighter into my mouth. My bad feeling skyrocketed, but the feeling of complete helplessness wrapped around me like a comfortable blanket. “This is a ball-gag,” Helen explained, “it’s meant to keep you from complaining, but this one still lets you breath through your mouth. Too bad you can’t use your safeword, ...