Being His Bunny

FOUR

Harrison's POV:

I awoke to see my bunny still asleep. I'm guessing she hasn't gotten much rest in a while. I couldn't imagine how anyone could actually sleep in those cages that people put pets in. But that's just how things are.

I get up and get ready, taking shower and getting dressed. Once I'm done, I see that bun is still resting.

"Bun, wake up," I say, shaking her.

It doesn't take much because she jumps up like I was the most terrifying thing ever and whimpers when she sees me.

Poor thing probably thinks I'm going to punish her for wanting to sleep. "C'mon bun, we have things we need to take care of today. I'm going to make you something to eat and when I come back in here, I expect for you to have gotten yourself together. Understood?" I explain to her.

Her little nose twitches and she quickly nods her head. I leave her and go to the kitchen to make us something to eat.

I decide on oatmeal and toast, not a big breakfast, we have things we need to do today.

Once I'm finished and have the table set and ready for bun, I make my way back into my bedroom to see if she listened.

I walk in to see the bed made and Willow kneeling next to the bed in an almost perfect submissive position and her head bowed.

Upon further observation, the only thing wrong with her position is her hands fiddling in her lap.

"Bun, you didn't have to make up the bed, but thank you. And you look gorgeous kneeling by my bed. Such a good girl." I coo, wanting to let her know she did good. I imagine she doesn't get a lot of praise judging by the amount of blushing she does every time I do.

I walk over to her and lift her head up by her chin, making her look at me. She still averts her gaze, what a good baby.

"Look at me." I demand. Her gaze immediately comes to my face.

"I want you to go to the bathroom and use it. I know you haven't since we came home. One of my rules is that you always ask permission to use the bathroom. This is not to control your bladder or anything like that, this is so that I always know where you are. Understood?"

Bun nods her head and I grin. She turns and I pat her butt, this makes her jump and hurry to the bathroom.

I go to my closet bed get out some descent looking clothes for her to wear. She's way to tiny for any of my clothes to fit her so I give her the smallest shirt and basketball shorts I have.

When Willow comes back out the bathroom, I motions for her to come to
me. I take off the clothes she has on and she stands there waiting for my next move. Who ever trained her did an amazing job. She is so obedient. And although a lot of us owners don't always like it when our pets are obedient little angles, because we do at some point want to punish them, we don't like spoiled little brats either.

Some owners actually enjoy having a brat just so they can brake them and make them obedient. I personally like an obedient pet, because then I can be a lot stricter. That was one of my downfalls, one of the reasons I couldn't keep a pet. I love being strict but a lot of pets can't take it and I get bored of them or they are just too disobedient.

But my bun seems perfect. She is so good and obedient to the point where I can be as strict as I like so that I can still punish her even for the littlest things. It may sound cruel but I enjoy it.

And bun will soon learn to enjoy it and embrace too.

I pull on the clothes I picked out. She is way too skinny. I pull the string on my shorts and tie it into a knot so that they stay up. The shirt is big but it fits okay.

"C'mon, let's go eat."

Willow follows me into the kitchen and I motion for her to sit at the table. She sits quietly staring at her food until I say, "Eat bun, thank you for waiting for permission."

At that, she digs in. Her food seeming gone in about 3 minutes. She must have been hungry. I am about to scold her when I see her basically scolding herself. Shaking her head and inching her thighs.

I tap her hand and she jumps from my sudden contact. "No hurting yourself, only I get to hurt you because you are mine and only mine, understand?"

She nods, I really she to get her speaking. It's obviously a trust thing, she needs to feel like I have her best interests at heart.

"Since your done, slip on those flip flops and stand by the door. We have shopping to do."