The country Lady slowly withdrew her bright orange strap-on from her bunny boy slave's mouth. The moulded chain of rubber spheres still with that new toy smell even over the lingering aroma of Tabasco.
The Lady savouring the man's urgent honks of protest which warbled a little with each brief escape of air past the gaps in the spherical bumps.
All evening the scene of domination and objectification had been intensifying.
Teasing and taunting her helpless captive as she dressed him as a playboy bunny and tied him to her kitchen chair... ... the mental image of this... and of things to come fuelled the orgasm of her life just seconds after eclipsing the orgasm of her life minutes earlier...
Now the sight of the bunny eared captive returning her carrot like dildo was taking hold. The urge to pump him was building fast. She could feel that this man needed to be fucked and fucked properly.
The strong scent of the Lady's juice soaked pants filled the Man's nose, his swollen crotch burning with lust and pain his nose and throat burning with chilli sauce his mind spinning endlessly.
The Thornapple tea he had been drinking had dulled his senses, both to the pain and discomfort and to any thoughts of not obeying fully and instantly with all instructions but his grasp on what was happening strong enough to wrack him with emotion.
Floating in a haze of sensation, and humiliating objectification but completely unable to fight against it.
The Man was bound humiliated and violated cross dressed against his will. He had never imagined degradation on this level before and he had never thought he would just go along with it without hesitation.
Ringing with burning sensations from crotch and head in a dream like state he wanted the Lady deeply, so much that the withdrawal of the strap-on from his swollen painted lips felt like punishment and abandonment.
He caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror behind the Lady, her tiny frame in such a powerful pose on the little coffee table.
The Man's swollen crotch inflated a little more as he thought about his predicament, the stabbing pains from his cock and balls completely masked by the chilli irritating his throat and mouth without abate.
The pain, a discouragement to moving or even breathing hard was turning him on a little more. The predicament... the power of this small red haired Lady was enrapturing him.
"Hmmmm.... Your ass is --so- inviting..." Says the Lady, tugging gently on the cord pulling the man's balls, arching his back up toward his neck a little further.
"Ur mwa pa wa af mle" Says the captive man.
His tongue and lips still swollen from the tainted salad he had eaten earlier.
"I know I said, pets can't talk... but hmmm... it's so sexy to hear you... I mean, I know you want something... mmmmm... ...but we both know what you want isn't really that important." The Lady's voice dripping with sexual appetite.
"U hfa, ur wrawra mwa pa wa af mle." Restated the Man.
"Hahaha...Oh, uh-ha ...do tell" Mocked the Lady while she took the small bottle of Tabasco sauce and gave her strap-on a liberal coating over the fresh drool from the Man's mouth.
"Mwa fwanna bla..." started the man, truly believing what he said was in some way intelligible.
Spreading the mans legs a little wider on the chair he was bent over the Lady slipped in a knee and then her fingers through the layers of crotch less costumes to part his cheeks.
"Weeffs!" shrieked the man face a wash with tears snot and drool, making his painted on make up glisten.
The Lady let out a deep breathy moan and continued to position herself for the pegging.
"Fle weefs! Weefs!" Protests of the man heightening the thrill for the Lady.
"Easy now pet, be a good boy and hold still." The Lady touching the first chilli soaked orb of the strap-on to the Man's anus.
"Feleeweefflee ma ma ma!" The man continued.
With a firm thrust of her hips the first bump was in. Much harder, much more resistance than when she had gone into his mouth, even with his swollen lips and tongue. The feeling of resistance and then penirtation like the prick of a needle before the rush of an opiate.
A shudder ran through the man and a "Fe!" came out with the first bump of the rubber strap-on popping inside.
The Lady paused a moment to enjoy the sensation and the moment. Her first pegging and it was going better that she had dare to dream.
A second later and the man begins to twitch, the chilli starting to take effect.
"Wow boy, wow, easy goes it... just five more of these bumps and we'll be all the way in." The Lady grasping his hips for some hand holds.
"F-feee!" exclaims the Man.
"OK pet, I did warn you." The Lady looping her thumb around the cord between his balls and neck and giving it a little tug.
"Stay -- still -- and- this- will- go- ea-si-er." The Lady tugging hard to punctuate each thing said.
A soft honk came out of the man to each tug signalling he was getting the message.
Another orb of the dildo in and more resistance from the man. Two more in and one popping out again. The Lady getting a little bit of a rocking motion going to ever louder honks from the man.
The second last orb and the Man's honk gets louder still. The Lady's thrill is almost unbearable, she is fucking this guy and he has no escape. She is owning this bunny pet boy completely and the feeling is the most intense thing she has ever felt.
"Yes!..... Ooooh Yes..... goood.... Yes!.... good.." The Lady popping the second last orb in and out of the man's ass hole.
The man is getting thrashed, aching and burring, deeply humiliated, but longing for this Lady. He wants her, he wants to turn around and fuck her. He can't make his body resist her domination and each second she controls him like an eternity.
Each moment that passes makes him want to fuck her more and more and the frustration of being captured and totally dominated builds on the lust in a self-feeding cycle.
Both of them breathing hard now. The man trying to hold on to the chair, the Lady fighting to hold on to the ecstatic power lust and hold off an ocean or orgasm.
