only let me cum when i’m crying. condition my dumb little brain into only being able to cum when i’m crying.
you know the training’s worked when one day you decide to treat me a little. you press a vibrator against my clit, massage my tits and suck my nipples, finger my asshole, everything should be getting me right to the edge, but…
“are you close, bun?”
“s-sort of sir, but… nngh…”
“but what? use your big bunny words.”
“but… but i need you to hit me. please. hurt me. i need… i need to cry. please please please…”
“oh, is that all? my little painslut just can’t feel good without feeling bad, huh? i thought i would be nice to you today, but it seems you’re just too broken for that. i won’t be gentle. is that understood, rabbit?”
“yes, sir!”












