Laura's Bunny Ch. 02

He looked up "There's no banana, Mistress."

"Pretend, silly," and she lightly wacked him in the head with her hand.

John went back down and did his best to shove his tongue up inside of her.

'He was such a good pussy licker,' she thought as she looked down on the top of his head. 'and always so eager.' Laura still holding his hair stood up and laid him on her floor. Then she sat right down on his face, mashing her pussy right to his lips and grinding it.

"You love it, don't you baby. You called me a Goddess and I am Johnny, I'm your Goddess."

She looked down and all she saw was his eyes but they looked at her so adoringly. His nose mashed her clit and his tongue was deep inside her and she rode his face, moving her hips back and forth, she bent over putting her arms on the floor and ground one out, she gave a quick shudder and pushed her clit to his nose. Laura rolled off of him and looked at her adoring slave.

Quickly she got up and told him to strip while she went quickly upstairs. He was stark naked when she returned and she was wearing the last strap on she had used on him. Slowly and seductively she moved to her boy. She watched him, watch her with such lust and wanting. She ran her fingernails across his chest as she slowly went behind him. She got up close to his standing body and slid her hand up his torso till she got hold of his throat. Then she said in his ear as sexily as she could.

"Spread 'em bitch."

Johnny put his legs apart and reached back to try and open his butt. Laura guided the dong between his cheeks and roughly entered her boy. He groaned, it wasn't well lubed but a rough fucking was what he needed. They stood there, tight against each other with Laura right over his shoulder and next to his ear. She nibbled it, sending jolts of excitement to poor Johnny's body. Her left hand rubbed his tummy and the other still held his throat.

"Say it again, my sweet Johnny. Call me a Goddess." She thrust deeper into his ass.

"You are a Goddess, Mistress Laura, or else a dream come true." He told her.

"Oh, you are the sweetest boy" she whispered in his ear while she ground the dildo into him. "You're MY boy."

"Yes Mistress. I'm yours. Your good boy." He admitted.

She held him upright and tight and fucked him with quick strokes. She let both of her hands wander his body now, tweaking a nipple, brushing his hard cock. She nibbled his neck and licked it, all the while Johnny quivered and moaned under her touch.

"May I cum this evening, Mistress?" He begged.

"Didn't you cum last time, Johnny?" She asked as she thrust up into him.

"At home, Mistress." He admitted to jerking off.

"And did you think of me?" She questioned.

"Of course, Mistress."

"Then you came, sweet boy. If you want me to get you off, you must really earn that Johnny." She grunted to him as she pounded into his tight butt.

"I will do anything Mistress asks." He petitioned.

"I know you will, baby, you're getting there, my good boy." She could tell he was as hard as he could be and it was getting late. She pulled out of him. "Go to the bathroom. March!" she ordered. Johnny obeyed immediately and she followed him.

Upstairs she positioned him with is cock over the sink and stood next to him. "So show me, Johnny. Show me this thing you're so proud of."

"Mistress?" He didn't catch on.

"Jerk it off for me, Johnny."

John grabbed his hard throbbing cock and began to pump quickly.

"Mmm, look at you go. Are you thinking of me?" she said next to him.

"Always, Mistress." He said looking her up and down.

Laura shook her chest to tease him. "Then make it cum, Johnny. Show me your lust for me."

John grunted once and then threw his head back with a moan and his cum pumped from his rod and splattered in the sink.

"Hmm" Laura was impressed "You always cum a lot, good boy, must be that healthy living." She lightly kissed him on the cheek and then patted it. "You were a good boy, now go home, baby." And she dismissed him again like last time.

'But this time,' John thought, 'she let me cum...for her.'

Mistress Zythra had an appointment for Friday night at a hotel in Columbus. The Manager job paid her bills but just barely and when she started this it was fun. Now it was a chore but $200 dollars could go far. A key was waiting for her at the front desk. She goes to the room and dresses. The client will never see her street clothes. She has a black vinyl teddy with red striping on the seams, dark hose and over the knee boots with a studded strap that wraps to the top of them. Finally she covers her blonde locks with a pure black wig. With riding crop in hand she is ready for the worm. The client is an older business man. She has seen him before but still at the door she is all business, collecting upfront. With the door locked, the performance begins. And that is what it is, a show, an act. She smacks his ass around the room, commanding him to strip. The old codger is dropping his pants and taking off his shirt and tie until he is kneeling before her in boxers and socks, begging for her mercy. She won't give it. He didn't pay for mercy; he paid to be spanked and sat on, to be forced to sniff her ass. She swats at his cock inside his boxers with the crop and the old fart loves it.

Mistress Zythra finishes the routine. The old guy is on the bed already spanking his monkey begging her to stay and finish him or at least watch. She grabs her small case. She will change in a lobby bathroom and no one on the hotel staff will say a word, if they see her. This crap and worse is done by their rich clientele, besides she is fully dressed, old geezer in his room...not so much.

Saturday morning came and Laura had a raging headache. Mistress Zythra had stopped for a bottle of Bailey's Irish cream, to wash away the memory of her appointment. And looking at it on her nightstand, it looked empty. Laura pulled herself out of bed, took some aspirin and got into the shower. The water washed away the last of the Bailey's but not the memory that caused it. 'He kept his socks on!' she thought 'God, I hate that.'

Wiping the steam from the mirror, Laura looked at herself; she was 37 and not getting younger. She looked at her blonde hair, holding it in her fingers 'I should let it grow longer,' she thought 'Johnny would love that.' She paused for a moment and another part of her brain just realized what she had thought.

"Where the FUCK did that just come from?!" she cursed at herself. "I don't do anything for a man, they DO for me!" GRRrrrrr. She stormed back into her room looking for clothes.

Laura was at her PC. She had calmed a little and coffee was helping her headache and mood. She had the Messenger on and was in the chat room they first met in. Her first thought had been to go to his house and BEAT him or fuck him, she wasn't sure which.

It was noon. Usually he was the one hunting her down. She pulled her hair forward and looked at it again, while she waited. 'I would like it longer. Put it in a braid...like a Viking Goddess.' She smiled at the thought.

Johnny's name changed from grey to black. He was on but she waited. 'I'm the Goddess,' she decided 'he comes to me.' She sat for a minute and then two. Then before she can message him he goes back offline. "Mother Fucker." She said to no one.

"Hello, my Mistress" appears in an opening chat box.

"Johnny?" She types back "You went invisible on me?"

"It's my new phone, Mistress. It has messenger but it says I'm offline" there is a pause "Do you need me, my Mistress?" John's thumbs put out as quickly as they can.

"I need you to come over, just for a bit." She tells him.

"I can be there in 10 minutes, Mistress." He types back.

"Good," and she logs off.

John got away easy. The kids and Jill were making cookies and he went out to "get an oil change." So in less than 10 minutes he was on Laura's porch ringing the bell. She opened the door

"Get in here," she said without a greeting.

John had no idea what he was in trouble for. So he got in the door quickly and shut it behind him. Laura was pacing a little on the other side of the room. She reminded him of a restless tiger.

"Kneel. There." She spat out.

John obeyed quickly and dropped to his knees. He looked to her shoes and not further. Laura still paced and started to approach him but stopped.

"What do you think we have?" she tossed out, waving from her to him.

"I don't know, Mistress. You had said we would play it by ear." He answered truthfully and a little lost.

She did approach now and lifted his chin, "When you say I am your Mistress, do you think you own me?" she interrogated him.

Now he was really confused, "My Mistress owns me"

"That's right, I own you." She paced again, "We're done playing by ear. You are MINE." She abruptly decided.

"Mistress?" He was worried.

"I'm not saying you have to leave your wife and come live here," She spoke quickly and waved at him as she still paced and pointed a finger at him "But you will give me more." She lifted his chin again. "Do we understand each other?"

"You want more of my time, Mistress?" He was guessing.

"Yes! No... I want more of you!" and she nearly clawed into his chest, she was so animated.

John could see her brow was furrowed and she was upset with something but it wasn't really him. Should he speak and invite her wrath or stay in the darkness and not be able to help. Still she walked the floor.

"Mistress, please sit." He said with concern.

Laura flopped into the couch, her legs wide with her hands lying between them. John crawled the few feet to her. Gently he lifted a foot and took off her shoe. Slowly he rubbed the arch, his fingers massaged the balls of her foot. He decided not to talk, just to serve. Slowly he looked up to her. If she wished to speak to him she would. But he would be here, regardless. He left her sock on but still kissed her toes as he massaged his Mistress.

Laura looked at him. 'He was so sweet...and it wasn't his fault,' she thought. She gave a half smile to him 'he is such sweet boy.' She reached out to his head and played with his hair. John smiled, glad that somehow he helped. She still looked troubled but she was calm.

"Next Friday night, can you get away? I need the whole night." She asked him.

"What time Friday night, Mistress" He asked.

"We need to leave by nine, I'd say."

"A fake late meeting in Detroit, then I stay overnight instead of driving home." John suggested.

Laura had her chin resting in her hand "I worry that you can lie so easily."

"I'm a salesman Mistress. Half truths are my bread and butter."

"You lie to me and I'll beat your ass." She said flatly.

"Noted, my Mistress."

John came over on Wednesday again. They seemed to have formed a routine. But no NCIS this evening, Laura was teaching him simple commands and the positions that went with them.

"I have been too nice to you, Johnny. I neglected my duties as your Mistress." She patted his head as he kneeled. "The easiest command 'Kneel', which you are doing, with chin up and eyes down at 45 degrees. Palms on your thighs, slave."

John adjusted to her instruction. "From 'kneel', I may command 'Open' and you will open your legs wide. I may wish to step on your cock or maybe I just want you too."

John performed her commands and Laura would adjust him.

"You are a smart boy, I expect you to remember all of this but I'm not going to give you too much, not now." She walked around him in circles with a yard stick in hand "The next commands are tricky 'UP'. From any kneeling pose you simply rise up from your heels." She smacked his naked butt with the yardstick. "And present an upright form. Now if I say 'Up UP' then you will stand my slave." John stood quickly. "Now from either the kneeling or standing poses, should I say 'Present', your legs go wide, your thighs will be vertical on the kneel pose and you will put your hands behind your head." Laura pushed his elbows back till his arms were perfectly straight. "Ankles, very simple, grab your ankles slave." Laura gave him a good smack with the yardstick. She couldn't help herself.

"These are quite simple, 'Down' you will lay face down with arms stretched above your head. 'Back' and you will lay on your back, arms the same."

"Up UP" she commanded and John moved off the floor. "'Heel', or if I raise my hand and snap my fingers you will come behind me and to my right one pace behind. I should just be able to reach out and slap your dick." She batted at it but not hard. "'Here' or a crooking of my fingers at you and you will take up 'Kneel' on my right side. Right next to me slave." Laura patted his head "Good boy. Those two commands work if I'm sitting as well.

"What if there is an obstruction Mistress, like a side table or you're in the middle of a couch?" John Imagined this had something to do with Friday night.

"With 'Here' you will kneel in front of me but facing out" She smacked him on the head to correct him. "I will command you to turn if I want you otherwise as for Heel, you will be as close as you can but behind, understand?"

"Yes Mistress. I will hug my back to the wall if I must."

"My good boy is smart too." She gave a little praise and rubbed his head.

"May I please Mistress now?" He turned to ask and stared at Laura's crotch.

"No. Keep practicing." She shook her head. "UP UP...Present...Down...Kneel...UP and Heel. Not bad, let's do it again."

John spent Friday making cold calls to prospective clients, trying to drum up some business. His mind wasn't in it though. He knew Laura was taking him somewhere and probably to see someone, why would she teach him commands? He had them all in his head but he was nervous about what was expected. Finally at 5:30 he called it quits and decided to find some dinner.

John sat in his car nibbling a slice of pizza and playing on his laptop when Laura pulled up behind him in front of her house, a little after 8. She banged on his window.

"Go park in back so no one sees your car. I swear Johnny, sometimes you don't think." She scolded.

Once inside he offered Laura the rest of the pizza. "Oh thanks, Johnny, I'm starving." She took a slice from the open box. "Next time no onions. They make me taste funny, if you know what I mean." And she patted his cheek. "Come up stairs, my slave."

She went up ahead of him. John thought she seemed very happy, almost cheerful, which meant she was looking forward to this. He hoped that was a good sign. Laura had some things thrown on her bed already.

"Strip, my good boy, let's get you ready." She smiled.

'Oh my God, she is giddy.' John thought to himself.

Laura first offered him swimming shoes. "Some people let their slaves go barefoot," she shook her head, no "the floors can be disgusting." She said with distaste. Then Laura held up a black jock strap. "This will keep my good boy's pecker in check, and show off his sweet buns." John stepped into the jock and pulled it up tight. Laura smiled teasingly at him "This next piece I ordered special." Laura held up what looked like a black skirt made of 3 inch wide strips of fake leather. "I was going to buy you leather shorts but that just screwed the whole jockstrap thing. Then I found this on line" she held it in front of John's thighs "A gladiators Battle Skirt" she proclaimed proudly. John took it from her and fastened it around his waist while she admired her slave.

"Turn around in it, slave." She said.

Finally she held up a black leather collar. John knew at some point he would probably wear one. He was curious as to how it would feel. Without direction he turned and took one knee so his Mistress could collar him.

"You seem eager my slave." Laura said as if curious.

"I have wondered why my Mistress had not collared me already." he said.

Laura grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to see his eyes, "Because I don't need it. My good boy obeys, doesn't he?"

"He does his best Mistress." John answered.

Laura kissed his forehead and wrapped the leather around his neck.

Laura clicked a leash on him and John turned on his knees to her.

"Will my Mistress be wearing something special as well?" John asked with hope.

"Need some eye candy, do you slave?" Laura cocked her head and put a hand on her hip.

"My Mistress is a Goddess" He answered. "Her body is divine."

Laura couldn't help but smile but still she lightly smacked his cheek. "Fuckin' flatterer."

"But yes, I do have an outfit for the occasion."

She didn't say more, she just disrobed in front of her kneeling Johnny and pulled things from her closet. She knew his eyes were all over her. She thought of making him turn around until her transformation was done but she had never done a reverse strip tease and wondered how it would go.

Laura pulled on black riding breeches with stretchy Lycra crotch and inseam. She hauled out her over the knee boots that she wears for her clients with the wrap around strap. She loved those boots and they screamed "MISTRESS." She put on a white blouse tucking it in and only fastening the bottom most buttons, showing plenty of cleavage. Then she threw on a black leather "biker chick" vest and buttoned it to hold the "gals" up and push them together. Lastly she held a riding crop and smacked it to her left hand.

"Like it?" She looked down to Johnny whose eyes had never left her.

"You are a dream, Mistress." He said slowly.

Laura broke the moment. "Come on, we need to go."

Laura had given Johnny her leather trench coat to cover his near nakedness and to keep her slave from freezing to death. They were zipping down Interstate 30 at about 65mph in her Jeep.

"May I ask where we are going Mistress?" John said from the passenger seat.

Laura nodded. "I am going to show you off, Johnny. I'm taking you to a BDSM group in Mansfield. They meet only once a month in an old theatre at the edge of the Carrousel district. There may be exhibitions and scenes we can watch, a few vendors of our type of stuff. And some food and drink." She looked over at him as she drove. "I need you to be obedient and respectful, slave. Do not embarrass me." She warned sternly. He didn't answer, "Johnny?"

"I will do as you command Mistress, as always." he finally said. "I am not performing I hope, Mistress."

"Does that frighten you?" She inquired.

"I...I 'm not sure if I could do that, Mistress." He said with unease.

"Not this time, my good boy, don't worry." She patted his leg. "Rules, Johnny. You will be respectful to everyone. Masters, Mistresses, even be polite to your fellow slaves. These things are all about an image." She explained. "No one is permitted to punish or use you sexually, not without my permission." She looked over at his wide eyes and gave a chuckle. "Don't worry baby, I don't share. If something happens, if someone mistreats you, I will take care of it."

John was a little nervous but he was a salesman, he was used to meeting people and making impressions. Still, he had questions.

"These scenes, Mistress, slaves will be used I imagine." He was curious.

"For the most part we are not going to see raw sex, although we might." Laura gave a chuckle. "Mostly a Dom will put the sub through their paces, show spanking or whipping techniques, use of candles or clamps. Bringing the sub to near climax and keeping them there. It's not an orgy, Johnny, it's just a gathering and some of it is educational." She assured. "Keep your wits, be observant and make me proud," Laura said, "and then we will talk about what you learned."

It was after 10pm when they walked through the doors. Laura had John's leash in hand and had taken back her coat and he was right behind her where he should be. There was a small registration table and Laura paid an upfront tab and entrance fee. Someone grabbed John's wrist which made him flinch and in black marker put the number 63 on the inside of his forearm.