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“BUNNY! What is the number one rule in this house?”
“That your Bunny, in addition to being naked save for her chastity belt, must always be barefoot while in master’s house,” my slave said meekly as she knelt down before me, her eyes downcast.
Bunny was nude except for her chastity belt and a pair of white ankle socks. I had come home unexpectedly early from work today. Clearly she was not expecting me. I found her in the kitchen attending to her cleaning duties. With earbuds in she had not heard me come through the door.
“Master, do you want to remove my socks or should Bunny remove them herself?” Bunny asked meekly.
“You will remove them,” I replied and Bunny quickly peeled off her socks and tossed them aside.
I had named her Bunny. Slaves had no name except what their owners gave them. Her previous mistress named her ****. She still bore the scars on her back from where her mistress whipped her. Fortunately for Bunny, her mistress fell into financial trouble and was forced to sell her. When I bought her she was so meek, barely over five feet tall and barely over 100 pounds. She was truly broken. When I took her home she cried and told me of her mistress’s cruelties and begged me not to hurt her. My heart was melted by her beauty and my pity, and I did something that a master should never do,I made a slave a promise. I promised that I would never hurt her.
Not that anyone could hold me to that promise. A promise to a slave is no promise at all. Of course a master must maintain discipline and there are other ways to punish a slave without causing pain. But in the year that I had owned her, Bunny had scarcely given me cause to punish her. She kept the house clean and she was a good cook. I kept her in a chastity belt, which encouraged her to behave. I would tie and tease her daily without giving her regular relief. There was no pattern to it, I might allow her to cum twice in a day. Once I had her go for six weeks. However, she was under the impression that her good behavior increased her chances of orgasms. It was a carrot rather than a stick. But now Bunny had openly defied me.
“Bunny, why are you required to be barefoot?”
“Because Bunny is a slave, and slaves have no rights and have no dignity. Shoes and even socks confer a certain dignity, of which Bunny as a slave has none. It reinforces Bunny’s humility, vulnerability, and lesser status. Plus master think’s Bunny’s feet are pretty, and pretty things should be uncovered. It pleases Master to know that Bunny’s feet are uncovered even if he is not here.”
I had taught Bunny well. I had explained my rules to her. And she was right. She was entitled to no dignity. Though I had promised not to hurt her, I had never promised not to have her suffer indignities, and those she would suffer. She was never allowed clothing of any kind and was always kept with a metal collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs connected by chains. It reminded her that she was a slave but also made her more beautiful. Because I had named her Bunny, she was also required to wear bunny ears and a cotton tail but plug. I am not into animal play, but I thought it was funny.
“And then why then Bunny were you wearing socks?” I asked.
“Because… Because Bunny’s feet were cold,” she replied.
“Bunny, don’t I keep this house warm because of your condition?”
“Yes, Master, and Bunny is grateful, but it’s January and there is still a chill in the air.”
“Is that an excuse Bunny? Am I requiring you to parade in the snow? Are your feet going to freeze?” I asked her sarcastically.
“No, Master,” she replied meekly.
“Then why?”
“Because, Bunny is selfish and forgot that her needs are unimportant.”
“Is this the first time you did this? Don’t lie to me.”
“No, Master, Bunny has been wearing them every day this week.”
I sighed.
“Please Master, be merciful to Bunny. Bunny knows she must be punished.” She looked at me with genuine fear in her eyes.”
“Bunny, I remember my promise, but yes you will be punished, and it will not be a pleasant one.”
I had a way to punish Bunny. She absolutely hated to be tickled. I would tickle her from time to time for my amusement, but I had never gone more than five minutes. It’s all she could stand.
“Bunny, I have decided your punishment. You will be tickled for one hour… on each foot.”
“Master?”
“Ok, I’ll tickle other parts of your body besides your feet, too.”
“Master,” she turned and looked at the scar on her shoulder. “Yes, Master. You are a kind and merciful master. Please tickle Bunny for one hour on each foot.”
“Very well Bunny, go to the bedroom and prepare yourself.”
“That your Bunny, in addition to being naked save for her chastity belt, must always be barefoot while in master’s house,” my slave said meekly as she knelt down before me, her eyes downcast.
Bunny was nude except for her chastity belt and a pair of white ankle socks. I had come home unexpectedly early from work today. Clearly she was not expecting me. I found her in the kitchen attending to her cleaning duties. With earbuds in she had not heard me come through the door.
“Master, do you want to remove my socks or should Bunny remove them herself?” Bunny asked meekly.
“You will remove them,” I replied and Bunny quickly peeled off her socks and tossed them aside.
I had named her Bunny. Slaves had no name except what their owners gave them. Her previous mistress named her ****. She still bore the scars on her back from where her mistress whipped her. Fortunately for Bunny, her mistress fell into financial trouble and was forced to sell her. When I bought her she was so meek, barely over five feet tall and barely over 100 pounds. She was truly broken. When I took her home she cried and told me of her mistress’s cruelties and begged me not to hurt her. My heart was melted by her beauty and my pity, and I did something that a master should never do,I made a slave a promise. I promised that I would never hurt her.
Not that anyone could hold me to that promise. A promise to a slave is no promise at all. Of course a master must maintain discipline and there are other ways to punish a slave without causing pain. But in the year that I had owned her, Bunny had scarcely given me cause to punish her. She kept the house clean and she was a good cook. I kept her in a chastity belt, which encouraged her to behave. I would tie and tease her daily without giving her regular relief. There was no pattern to it, I might allow her to cum twice in a day. Once I had her go for six weeks. However, she was under the impression that her good behavior increased her chances of orgasms. It was a carrot rather than a stick. But now Bunny had openly defied me.
“Bunny, why are you required to be barefoot?”
“Because Bunny is a slave, and slaves have no rights and have no dignity. Shoes and even socks confer a certain dignity, of which Bunny as a slave has none. It reinforces Bunny’s humility, vulnerability, and lesser status. Plus master think’s Bunny’s feet are pretty, and pretty things should be uncovered. It pleases Master to know that Bunny’s feet are uncovered even if he is not here.”
I had taught Bunny well. I had explained my rules to her. And she was right. She was entitled to no dignity. Though I had promised not to hurt her, I had never promised not to have her suffer indignities, and those she would suffer. She was never allowed clothing of any kind and was always kept with a metal collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs connected by chains. It reminded her that she was a slave but also made her more beautiful. Because I had named her Bunny, she was also required to wear bunny ears and a cotton tail but plug. I am not into animal play, but I thought it was funny.
“And then why then Bunny were you wearing socks?” I asked.
“Because… Because Bunny’s feet were cold,” she replied.
“Bunny, don’t I keep this house warm because of your condition?”
“Yes, Master, and Bunny is grateful, but it’s January and there is still a chill in the air.”
“Is that an excuse Bunny? Am I requiring you to parade in the snow? Are your feet going to freeze?” I asked her sarcastically.
“No, Master,” she replied meekly.
“Then why?”
“Because, Bunny is selfish and forgot that her needs are unimportant.”
“Is this the first time you did this? Don’t lie to me.”
“No, Master, Bunny has been wearing them every day this week.”
I sighed.
“Please Master, be merciful to Bunny. Bunny knows she must be punished.” She looked at me with genuine fear in her eyes.”
“Bunny, I remember my promise, but yes you will be punished, and it will not be a pleasant one.”
I had a way to punish Bunny. She absolutely hated to be tickled. I would tickle her from time to time for my amusement, but I had never gone more than five minutes. It’s all she could stand.
“Bunny, I have decided your punishment. You will be tickled for one hour… on each foot.”
“Master?”
“Ok, I’ll tickle other parts of your body besides your feet, too.”
“Master,” she turned and looked at the scar on her shoulder. “Yes, Master. You are a kind and merciful master. Please tickle Bunny for one hour on each foot.”
“Very well Bunny, go to the bedroom and prepare yourself.”
