Hunny Bunny

Honey sighed as she stepped through her front door. It was always wonderful to get home after a long day. She set her purse on the small table next to the entrance, dropped her keys in the small fish shaped ceramic dish, and began to strip.

It was odd, this stripping. Before a few weeks ago, she would never have shed her clothes anywhere except her bedroom or the bathroom. Then, one day, she'd slipped everything off right after walking in on a whim. The freedom that rushed through her hand been wonderful. Her friend Missie had mentioned how she did the same thing, and Honey had discovered that it agreed with her as well.

Honey gathered her work clothes (and her work bra and work panties too), walking down the hall to the small alcove where her washer and dryer lived. She tossed everything into the washer absently, starting the machine. She popped open the dryer, finding the towels and undies she'd set to dry that morning. She carried the load into her bedroom, plopping the whole pile onto her bed.

She reached for the first towel. The act of folding the rectangle of terry cloth was soothing. Honey felt as if she was sinking into the soft fabric, her mind drifting pleasantly...

"That's it, Hunny Bunny. Just let go. I've got you. Feel it as I wrap you up. I've got my ropes around your body, and I've got my ropes around your mind, and you're safe as long as you're wrapped up..."

Hunny Bunny nodded absently, giving out a soft groan as she felt the soft rope squeeze her flesh. It was a perfect feeling, made even better by Mistress's voice soothing her. Mistress always knew best. Mistress had wrapped Hunny Bunny up, body and mind. It was right that Hunny Bunny was surrounded by Her rope. After all, Hunny Bunny was a rigger's dream. Mistress had told her so.

Honey blinked, noticing that she'd finished folding her towels and panties. Both sat in neat piles on her bed. She'd also gotten dressed again. She must have been really out of it. Today hadn't been that long, had it?

Honey shrugged the thought away as she walked back to the washing machine. She removed the bra and her top, setting both on hangers to air dry. Her wrists itched a bit, but she pushed the sensation aside. It wasn't important, whispered a little voice at the back of her mind.

After she'd thrown her slacks and her panties into the dryer, Honey returned to her bedroom. She put her towels away in the bathroom, and her panties in her dresser. Without really thinking about why, she pulled a pair of socks out of her underwear drawer.

Honey unrolled the socks, strangely fascinated by the way the fabric unoiled. She rolled them again, then unrolled them. Almost like rope uncoiling, Honey thought. Well, it was almost her thinking it. The little voice wasn't quite right, she thought absently as her mind drifted off again...

Hunny Bunny stared into the mirror raptly. Mistress was binding her. The rope in Her hands was beautiful, made of shimmering red silk. Hunny Bunny felt it pressing into her skin as Mistress tightened the bindings against each other. The wetness between Hunny Bunny's legs was thick now, oozing outward.

"That's my good girl. Just let the rope wrap your mind as it wraps your body. No need to worry. No need to think. The rope leads back to me, and I can do all the thinking and worrying. My little Hunny Bunny just needs to follow the rope..."

Hunny Bunny nodded, her eyes skating along the rope wrapped intricately around her torso. She followed one strand, but then it would intersect with another, so she would follow that one instead. But then the second would cross a third, and before she knew it, her eyes were lost in a spiral that never ended...

Honey felt a little confused as she stepped out of her front door. Part of that confusion was the act of stepping out itself. It was close to 7:00 in the evening. Normally, she didn't leave home until it was time for work in the morning after getting home at 5:15 or 5:20.

Speaking of time, where had the last hour and a half gone? Honey tried to remember. She'd come home, and taken her clothes off, and put those into the washer, and had gotten the clothes out of the dryer, and folded those clothes...

Honey got lost for a moment, trying to recall what had happened next. She felt like the next step should have been putting on pajamas and making supper. Yet she was locking the door behind herself and heading down her front walk to the sidewalk.

It must just be a need to get out and see the evening sky. That had to be it. But thinking about the sky and looking around as she turned left brought up the second truly confusing thing. She looked down at her wrists, trying to remember where she'd gotten the beautiful red silk cords that were now tied around her wrists in mesmerizing, intricate knots.

It's a single column tie, Hunny Bunny

The voice that whispered through her mind brought Honey up short. That genuinely hadn't felt like her own internal voice. Where had that come from? And she wasn't dexterous enough to tie knots like this. She was so clumsy that 'all thumbs' would have been an improvement.

And yet there were the ties, around her wrists. She had a vague memory of tying them, but it was dreamy, almost dazed. And thinking about it made her feel lightheaded in the oddest way...

Bound. Constrained. Secure. Wrapped in her Mistress's silken embrace, caressed by Her warm fingers. Shivering with pent up desire. Straining in that one direction that caused the cord strung between her labia to pull just so. Mistress's voice in her ear, while Mistress's hands found her tits...

"You're doing so good, Hunny Bunny. Keep struggling. It usually takes another five minutes before you're ready to stop. Can't cum too quickly. We have all night..."

Honey stumbled to a stop, looking around in confusion. Where was she? And had she been walking while in a fugue? She got her eyes to focus on the nearest street signs. Park Avenue and...East Leonard St!? Honey was so surprised, she actually ended up sitting down on the sidewalk under the signs.

The hard thump seemed to shake her to her core. Almost like being smacked on the ass. And why not be smacked on the ass? Her ass was pretty fucking sexy. Not as sexy as her terrific titties, but still plenty sexy. Honey reached up without thinking about it, cupping her breasts and squeezing gently. A soft moan was quickly swallowed as she reluctantly pulled her hands away.

Mistress had finished Hunny Bunny's torso harness. It was time for Hunny Bunny to explore. Hunny Bunny loved exploring herself. Mistress had told her so, after all.

Hunny Bunny felt up her tits and moaned. She had perfect tits. Not as perfect as Mistress's, but then, how could Hunny Bunny's body compare to Mistress's. After all, Her body was the one Hunny Bunny had always wanted. Hunny Bunny wasn't sure when she'd realized that, but it was true. Mistress had helped Hunny Bunny realized how fucking sexy her own body was, and Hunny Bunny never missed a chance to play with her titties or grind her ass against things now.

The last thought caused another jerk from Honey. She never thought about her body that way. It was demeaning. She wasn't a piece of meat. She was an independent woman with agency and purpose. At least, she thought she was. And thoughts like the ones she had just been lost in were the worst sort of derogatory trash.

Not if the right person thinks of it that way, Hunny Bunny...

A shiver ran down Honey's spine. That odd voice again. It was a little louder this time. And as she moved to stand, Honey finally noticed an odd creaking sound. It had been in the background since she'd started her walk. This particular movement, though, made it louder. Like stepping just so on a squeaky floorboard.

Peeking under her top (which was oddly loose, now that she thought about it), Honey's eyes bugged out. There was more red silk rope wound around her chest and stomach! It was in oddly beautiful crisscrossing diamonds, two of which hugged her tits just so.

Wait, her tits!? She didn't have tits. She had breasts. Boring old breasts, not sensual, sexual, alluring titties. Except, even as she thought that, she felt her mind sinking again in that odd way...

"Your tits look so perfect like this, Hunny Bunny. I'm so glad they're mine to play with."

Mistress's hands, hefting her titties. Hunny Bunny's nipples throbbed when Her thumbs found them. She moaned around the rope bit that held her teeth apart as Mistress tweaked them slowly. Hunny Bunny's hips rocked, easing the rope deeper and deeper into her cunt. Two more edges and she could cum like a good girl...

A low moan echoed from Hunny's chest as she came back to herself again. For a moment, she tried to will herself back into the fog. She'd been so close to cumming. The moan ascended into a needy whine as her vision seemed to clear.

How had Hunny not noticed the rope that was pressed tight into her Bunny Cunny? It moved with her, sliding along her clit in the most delicious way. And what the fuck was a Bunny Cunny? Well, obviously, it was her sex, but where had that name jumped out from? And since when was she so wet?

Hunny noticed she was at another intersection. The street signs swam for a moment before coming into focus. Fodale Avenue and Memory Lane. Well, look at that. Her friend Missie, short for Melissa, lived on Memory Lane. Maybe Hunny had meant to come see her when she'd started her walk. Might as well, after coming (cumming?) all this way.

Hunny turned down Memory Lane, looking at the houses on her left. 822...820...814...It was almost like they were counting down to...to...something. Hunny felt her personal fog rising again and sank in eagerly this time.

"Just remember, Hunny Bunny. You don't have to think about what we do. You don't have to worry about what you want. I do all your wanting for you. You just need to remember to start tying your special knots as soon as you get home. It takes a while, by yourself. You can remember that down deep, where you don't need to think, can't you?"

Hunny Bunny's thick, desperate, muffled moan was all the answer her Mistress needed. After all, Mistress knew her so well. Mistress always knew what was best. Mistress had been helping Hunny Bunny figure things out like this for so long.

"That's right, Hunny Bunny. No need to make plans. No need to do anything except come home from work, and tie your special knots, and go for a walk. I wrapped my rope around your mind, and it will always lead you back to me. All you have to do is follow my rope, and it will lead you where you belong"

Hunny Bunny began rocking her hips faster and faster. It was almost time for her to cum. Well, for the first time, anyway. There would be so much more cumming. Mistress always took such good care of her.

"And once you reach Memory Lane, and you start your special countdown, you can come all the way out. Honey can go to sleep, and my beautiful Hunny Bunny can wake up."

Hunny Bunny sagged against the simple white mailbox with the numbers 808 on it. She shuddered, cumming with a soft groan. The rope in her Bunny Cunny was doing its work, leaving her perfectly wet and sizzly for Mistress. Hunny Bunny looked up the dirt driveway to Mistress's front door.

The door was open. Mistress stood in it; her silhouette outlined by the lights inside. In one hand, Mistress held a coil of red silk rope. Rope just like the bindings wrapped so tightly around Hunny Bunny's body. Rope just like the harness Mistress had wrapped around Hunny Bunny's mind.

Hunny Bunny stumbled up the driveway, panting and moaning. Missie smiled as her friend Honey came to her again. Just like she did every night. Maybe one day Honey would be ready to admit how much she enjoyed all of this. Missie certainly hoped so.

For now, she wrapped her Hunny Bunny in a tight embrace. She felt the silk rope under Hunny Bunny's clothes. Missie pulled back, giving Hunny Bunny a kiss on each cheek, and then a long, deep kiss right on the lips. In the soothing, droning tone she used with Hunny Bunny, Mistress said, "Welcome back, Hunny Bunny. I can't wait to play."