Rabbit: The Renewal

"Please, oh please Master fuck me, fuck your slut hard, fill me up, I'm begging you please end this torture," she screams.

Robbed of her sight, she cannot see him, but Rabbit can feel him in the room, the tingling of the fine hairs on the nape of her now-stretched and properly collared neck are a dead give-away to her Master's presence nearby. And nearby his is! He walks around her, the object of her sweet torture swaying back and forth in his right hand. His favourite riding crop and hers too it seems, for with each strike that he lands on her sweat-covered skin, whether hard or soft, she gasps and tries so desperately to lean into it. The pain is now converted into immense pleasure in her mind and she needs release, and soon. He knows she can go farther, he will take her farther, so much farther into the abyss.

"Soon my pet, soon," he croons into her ear. She moans at the hope he has just given her.

"Rabbit, remember when I found you again, remember how you felt? Let me take you there again."

As he gears up to rain blow after exquisite blow down on her perfect frame, she travels back to when he found her. Alone, unfulfilled, afraid. She has lost all track of time from that glorious day to where she is now, blissfully bound, tied, and blindfolded, suspended in air, every hole open and ready for her Masters use. Putty in her Master's skillful hands.

...........

After the rushed phone call from the airport to her father telling him she was not going to London, and the ensuing argument that followed, she gladly cancelled her ticket at the booth not caring when the clerk told her it was non-refundable. She can't seem to grasp the fact that she's going home, to him, to where she belongs. All thoughts of her luggage, her future with her father's company, her condominium downtown are pushed to the darkest recesses of her mind, she has her Master back now, everything she needs, he will provide. Control, love, structure, discipline, pain. Oh the sweet pain, she craves it.

He shepherds her through the mass throng of people on the Departures level of the airport, expertly guiding her to the parking garage where he parked his truck. She arrived by taxi there is no worry about her car being left unattended. Her luggage removed from the hold on the plane, courtesy of his employment with the airline, it will be held for him when he returns to work after his rotation of days off or couriered to his home if he so chooses.

His mind is quietly working in overdrive; going through what is required to make her his permanently, for good, moving her into his home first, the sale of her condominium, her resignation at work, which after hearing Rabbit's end of the conversation with her father, seems is already a given. A very long vacation on his part. She has been away too long and he knows her too well. She will need structure and control, a bit of a refresher course, if you could call it that. Mmm, he grins to himself, that I will enjoy!

"Rabbit."

"Yes Master."

"Get in the truck pet," he instructs. He gently helps her up into the passenger side of his truck; it's big, black, and smelling of leather and his scent. She is still in a sort of daze, her mind trying to process everything all at once. Placing her carry-on in the rear, he straps her in, a bit too tightly, to get her attention.

"Yes Master," she replies, acknowledging the gesture and turning to look at him, eyes downcast with respect.

"Still with me Rabbit?" he asks. He needs only her affirmation that she wants this, wants to return to their previous life.

"Oh yes Master, please take me home," she answers, her face lighting up with the smile he has sorely missed all these years.

"Very well pet, home it is."

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"Rabbit, I said remember, not daydream, Pay Attention!" he bellows, shocking her into reality, for he knows her all too well. The years of being apart have taken their toll on her submission. This will change with the extra care and discipline that is to come.

Positioning himself mere inches from her face, his thick, proudly erect cock is waiting for the bliss of her hot little mouth, his scent heady in the air. She searches blindly in front of her as a bloodhound memorizing the scent of its prey. His sex smells earthy, sweet, and salty, arousing her, intoxicating her. She involuntarily licks her lips in anticipation.

"Pet, what do you want, you MUST tell me, I cannot read your mind," he verbalizes. She has always had a problem with vocalizing what she wants, what she needs, and he will break her of this habit today if it takes all afternoon and night. She will learn to be open with him if it kills her.

"I'm waiting pet, do not make me beat it out of you," he warns, the crop in one had, ready to redden that lovely heart-shaped ass.

"Master, I...I need."

"What do you need, tell me," as the first slap hits her ass dead centre. Before she responds, he peppers her ass and thighs with the soft leather of the crop. The pink hue has now turned a fiery shade of red. So warm to the touch.

"Uggh, Master please, I, I need to have your cock in my mouth, please let me love it, let me taste you," she blurts, for if she thinks then she will never say it.

"Very good slut," he rewards as he slowly pushes the purple tip of his engorged cock in between her luscious, plump lips, just an inch at a time, allowing her to tongue and taste and caress him with every cocksucking skill she has, this she has not forgotten. It takes all of his control not to grab her head with both hands and viciously facefuck her, choke her on his swollen cock, but he wants to feel the heat of her throat as she takes him deeper and deeper.

Lapping at the underside of his blood-filled member as it slides down her open throat, her nose nestles in his pubic hair, depriving her of air for a short while. He can hear her trying to take in air, air she desperately needs. He pauses, remaining motionless to allow her to submit, to give over everything to him, to learn to trust again. He feels her body sag ever so slightly, her submission complete, and he pulls back just enough to allow breath back into her lungs as he reaches his peak and explodes hot ropes of cum down her throat.

This is exactly what he wants, for her to give up the control she holds so tightly onto. To surrender her every want and need to him so he can remold her psyche, to show her what a beautiful, caring, sexy slut she is. To show her how much she affects him. To prove to her that she will be bound to him always.