#thirstybunny

[thirstybunnywhore]

maybe I should prep and sit on my toy while I play with my friends in a bit

[thirstybunnywhore]

on your knees *you knew the command was coming but it still makes your heart sink a little, as you drop on Her bedroom floor, Her tone completley shifted, you're not talking about the latest movie you watched together anymore, right now, you're just Her pet again*

open *you let your jaw drop slightly, knowing that its easier that way, the scars and remaining bruises covering your body a painful reminder, of the last time you tested your boundaries* further. *She sounds almost bored from your daily routine, but you follow along as your eyes move slowly downwards, away from Her face, seeing past Her half naked body to the cage you will spend your night in again*

good girl~ *Her tone changed again, its sweet, dances through the air and your body reacts outside of your control, your eyes closing, the corners of your mouth rising slighty, the heat rushing over your face, and your thighs clenching together, you still think this is wrong, how come She has so much power over you, after all that She did, and why do you crave it still, hoping every breath she takes will be followed by praise or the slightest attention, you hated her you despised her you didn't understand why she did this to you, months in her basement, beating you, shocking you, chained to the wall, installing a tracker while you had another drug induced sleep, but never raising her voice, never looking dissapointed, never demanding anything of you, never making you feel like a failure, your bed, even if it used to be on the floor, was comfortable and warm, it had stuffies and blankets and had all the comfort you needed, and the food, served in a dog bowl, with an unfamiliar name on it, was always exceptional and never included something you couldnt eat or didnt like. Still it took you a few weeks and multiple days of starving again and again until you did eat out of the bowl, she always looked so concerned and sad back then, when you didn't eat her food, but she never forced you too. All this has faded today however. She rarely beats you anymore and you have a lot more freedoms too. As you're deep in your thoughts reminiscing about what must have been some half a year ago, She drops a familiar pill into your mouth, followed by the sweet taste of Her saliva, since when did you enjoy Her spit you can't tell though you still try and act as if you don't, but it doesn't matter, as you swallow, what She lovingly called you're pudding, you didn't trust the pills back then but she would always win and youd end up taking them anyways. You make out the command to swallow as you're deep in thought, but it wasn't even needed anymore, as you gladly let the pill flush down your throat*

that's it there you go, open up again, tounge out. Now move it up further. *you do as your told and almost instantly feel Her fingers slide under the bottom of your tounge, placing a small pill on the floor of your mouth, before pushing your tounge down on it with 2 fingers, you look up at Her again, as your taught, you long forgot to be angry or scared of Her*

good pet so well behaved, it took a few months but I'm so glad you finally warmed up to me, you know I felt just awful keeping you down there, but look at how far you came! I mean it, look at yourself *She hooks Her fingers, that were holding your tongue in place, into your cheek and gently guides your head towards Her mirror, you see yourself, kneeling infront of Her, your hair now shoulder long, its much softer now, She did wash you thoroughly and taught you which products to use, your cheeks are bigger and your jaw isn't so sharp anymore either, the needle epilation was tortourus, but the results made you happier than you've ever been, you never were able to shave very well and every rough patch, and every cut felt like a dagger in your heart, though why, you didnt quite understand back then, the collar you've been wearing ever since She picked you up, is snuggly around your neck and comfortable too, She didnt need the shock function in so long, not to behave you anyways. your eyes drop further to your chest, clearly budding and showing off your small tits, you gained some weight, 20 pounds or more if you had to guess, and you have a little pouch now, but it feels good, right even, you don't hate how your body is shaped anymore. Especially your bottom gained most of the fat, your hips, butt and thighs are much bigger now, kneeling is far more comfortable now then it used to be.*

*youre falling deeper in thought thinking back about when you met her, you didn't realise what was happening when she showed up, saw you crying with the few belongings you had that night, your parents kicked you out, apparently Someone send them your online activity, the pictures you posted online to validate yourself and deal with your depression and hatred of your body, among other things. After a weeks of your parents getting more and more letters full of pictures and screenshots of your blog, your fragile relationship with them crumbled, but she was there, appeared right when you needed her, you were cautious but didnt know where else to turn, your friends having ghosted you as well. It was of course naive to get in her car, to let her drive you to her place to "crash for a few days" but you were desperate and at the end of your line, you fell asleep while she drove you, there must have been something in the water she gave you, and you woke up then in her basement. But that has been months. You got used to sleeping there, eating Her food, and taking those pills voluntairly, you learned quickly that it's easier that way*

I'm so glad i found you, your posts, you were just screaming for help but you didn't even know what you needed. You were so trusting when I messaged you, tellng me so much about yourself I didn't even have to get it out of you, you were just hoping someone would pick you up and give you a new life weren't you. Now you've been behaving so well. So what do you say my dear girl, do you wanna sleep in my bed tonight? *as She said that She allowed your head to face Her again, you see Her holding your prog, usually you'd have to take it yourself, as She watches you stick it up your butt, though today you have the slight suspicion that She might do it for you. And you've been wishing for nothing more than that for weeks now, as you look up at Her perfect body, this Angel that helped you realise who you were, you're saviour and lover,,,*

[thirstybunnywhore]

i should be naked wearing my collar and lead, kneeling infront of her with my hands dangling down just over my chest, looking up at her with an open mouth and presenting my tounge so she can spit on it and then place a little sweet on it, and make me swallow it only after she is satisfied with how much drool there is on my tits

[thirstybunnywhore]

everytime a sub outshrinkts her chastity, all the subs line up to swap the cages down a row. like hermit crabs.

[thirstybunnywhore]

containers of any sort should all have a chance to have cursed items that are drawn onto your body and equip themselves properly whenever you open said container

opening my jewlery box only for cursed nipple clamps to attach themselves to me and be locked

opening my wardrobe only for a medical mask with a dildo on the inside to be stuck on my face

opening my diy supply for a rope to wrap itself around me

do you understand my vision????

[thirstybunnywhore]

I need like a discord server where all my posts of this blog automatically get linked to and everyone in the server can just mute me when they feel like it and stuff and id be super nornal about this

[thirstybunnywhore]

gf is making fun of my incisors and how much smaller mine are then hers and compared them to hers in a picture and hjfdpaosdfh im normal okay ? this doesn't affect me at all and she also never compares anything else with normal reactions of mine and ugh gaskdgjalsjfieraf

[thirstybunnywhore]

The perfect Canvas

cw: blood, knifeplay, snuff

it's your little ritual, every week again youre laying down on Her squeaky bed, the mattress just a bit too soft for your taste and not enough pillows either. The ventilator has not been turned off in days and the cool breeze sweeps gently over your naked body. Led lights give off a dim red illumination, that throws gentle shadows over Her beautiful skin, highlighting all the muscles and bones and curves.

She, as always sits on top of your lap facing you, after making sure youre cuffs are tight and secure around the bed beams. You can't move your arms or legs at all, but why would you anyways? This is the one thing that keeps you going, week by week, through your awful job. This intimate moment that you share alone with It. Feeling skin touching skin, laughing and joking around with Her, phrases and words cutting through the noise of the ventilator that hit all your right buttons, praise and degredation mixed with your ever evolving, and descending fantasies.

The bed squeaks again as It shifts ontop of you, satisfied with how secure you are. It smiles at you and Her eyes glister with this beautiful expression that lights up the small cramped room. The red light making you feel cozy and warm.

'Where's my sweet little toy?' the phrase catches you off guard, 'oh there you are, perking up like a little bunny, hearing a crack in the woods, aren't you?' your eyes immediately jumped away from her face, lookin instead next to your thigh and the various toys that lie there. this only amplifies the heat of the blood rushing into your burning cheeks.

A blink of an eye and suddenly you see yourself in the reflection of the ceiling mirror, Her hand digged into your jaw, forcing you to look at yourself. 'now little bunbun who said you were allowed to look away? You look oh so cute blushing like this.' It knows you like being embarrassed, ofc She does, after all you've been chatting about it all for months, about all the little fantasies you have, and in return She told you about Hers, or added to yours. Posts were shared as well, anything that you found hot or It thought you could like

A click followed by the sound of the plastic cap hitting the ground somewhere outside of your vision. 'I've been waiting so long to finally get it all perfect and I think we're close. so be a good canvas alright.' Every now and then a story It told you, or a post you saw got into your head, a rush of emotions, as the right words lined up behind each other dragged you deeper and deeper, and your heart beat faster and faster.

you nod your head and She flashes a big smile at you, Her eyes however have a deviant nature to them. you always feel like theres something She isnt telling you, but you long stopped asking what It means by perfect or what It is waiting for exactly, only ever getting a dississive answers back. 'you will see bunny!'; 'dont worry your pretty head about it toy'; 'just stay still, the better you do that the quicker you will learn', 'just continue telling me about all your fantasies and we will be there in no time'.

with shallow breaths you focus on staying still, a skill that you slowly honed a few months ago, when you started exploring kink together and It suggested bodywriting. She leans over you now setting the pen down on your left breast, your breathes slowing down even more trying to prevent your chest from moving and relaxing and immersing yourself fully, as the marker glides over your skin. When you first got into bodywriting with It, the pens texture on your soft skin made you laugh and twitch. That was the first thing She trained away from you. Casually doodling on your arms and body whenever the opportunity struck, during movies or long loading screens, or when talking about each others day.

The pen instead glides smoothly over your skin and it feels good, like a finger licking your skin in admiration. At first it was mostly praise and some degrading words, but not more than a handful but as you got into more and more kinks, the words and phrases on your skin grew more and more. Your eyes fixated on Her hands as they note down one letter after the other, leaving you with a beautifully calligraphed 'corrupt this bun.'

This art project continues for a little while as your body gets covered in more and more ink. Bite to activate, written just under your right collarbone, susceptible to drugs on your upper left arm, finish here- on your neck, soft breeding cow on your stomach, always deny me over its crotch, easily bruised on the left thigh, keep locked on the right one, little miss oral fixation under your boobs, my off button is in my throat on the waist.

Spaces in between are liberally filled by many more smaller humiliating and praising words: whore, pretty, slut, pet, urinal, cute, weak, easy, prey, dumb, in heat, love hearts, meat, free and whatever else It can come up with, from all the seeds She cultivated in the garden of your sexuality, until your skin looks more like a manuscript than a body.

Each word and phrase makes your heart jump, in humiliation and embarrassment but also joy, of having your desires and fantasies laid out in the open for anyone to see, unless ofc you cover it with your clothes or wash it off in the shower soon after, though sometimes, wishing you could keep it forever. After It is done noting down every single desire through a phrase or word, She takes a few pictures (that you can see even now, printed out on the wall, like a timeline of your own corruption) and forces you to look at yourself, while She uses various toys to make you squirm and edge until you really are everything, that It wrote down on your body.

This time though, It didn't grab the wand or flogger, nor any of the various shaped dildos, but instead observed you, every square of your body. 'We finally did it I think' It murmurs 'its all there, not one mistake, each line is perfect and your body is covered, with no space for more. You've done so well' Her face now looking up at you with excitment, 'you've come so far little bunny' It seemed so happy and you couldn't help but feel relieved and joyed, like after finishing a difficult project, 'you really are perfect now. I mean look at yourself, every phrase a confession of how far you came, no longer just an innocent bunny. I've been working towards this for so long I can finally do what I always wanted to!' She exclaimed, Her expression more than just excitment, 'This won't be easy for you but you'll try your best for me, right pet?'

There it is, this spark in Its eyes, when you make the right noise after being hit.

She grabs a second pencil, one that was always there but She never even touched before.

The predatory face that appears when your first blood is drawn from Its flogger, whip or even hands.

You always assumed it was nothing more than a spare in case the first one gives up.

These sadistic fumes from Her that fill the room and your lungs intoxicating you to your core.

She slowly removes the pink cap from the pencil, carefully and with anticipation, as if it was a tressured present or wedding ring.

Those piercing eyes that activate something primal in you, something less than human.

you look at what lies in Its left hand, what flashes beneath the cap, you blink, you look again, it still is not a pen.

Eyes off a predator that knows exactly where to set her claws to kill its hunt, its prey, its food.

you look at your reflection, at all those words and prhases, more ink than skin at this point, beautifully drawn with thin fine lines, but you see it as more than just body writing now.

you feel yourself get smaller, your heart racing and your body screaming at you, screaming to run, to scream, to fight.

you really are a canvas, not because of the ink on your skin, no, your texture and material instead, woven by Her into exaclty what It wanted you to become and ready for Her to create a masterpiece on.

And at the same time you feel something else, this lust that consumes you're very being, desire for something so forbidden it consumes your fear and your fight, your self preservation dulling out.

everything else blends away and the room goes dark, as the only light appears to be the shiny red light that gets reflected of the metal, as if the scalpel could already taste your blood as it carves you're every desire into you.