Being His Bunny

SIX

Willow's POV:

After I finished trying on all the nice things that Master bought, he told me that I needed a bath. I kind of like baths when Master helps me to take one. They are warm and nice not cold and painful. But even if they were, I would never complain to Master. He has been so good to me.

I am in the bathroom, naked, waiting for Master to come in. When he does come in I start to shake. I know that he will not hurt me unless he wants to, but I can't help but get scared. "No need to shake, Bun. I'm not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason, and you wouldn't give me a reason, would you? My good bunny."

I instantly shake my head no. I would never want to make Master hurt me. I want to be his good girl, I want to be the best girl.

He starts running the water in the tub and walks out. I stand there and look at the water. I wonder where he is going? Stupid rabbit! You aren't to question what Master does, I scold myself.

Master soon returns though with a bottle of some type of thick liquid in it. He puts it into the bathtub and it makes bubbles. I gape at the bubbles, is Master magic? That was amazing.

"Don't look so amazed Bun, I just put some bubble bath in there." Master states. He then suddenly lifts me up and sets me in the tub. It is the perfect temperature and I instantly feel relaxed. I touch the bubble and giggle, they are so soft but the disappear when I touch them. I stop touching them. I do not want Master to think that I am destroying his bubbles.

I hear Master chuckle. "No need to fret Willow, the bubbles are supposed to do that. Now let's get you washed up." I look down, I did not mean to frat, or fret. I do not want Master to think I am a complainer.

I scoot closer to Master so that he can wash me. He washes my hair am behind my ears and then he washes my body, even my special bunny parts.

Once Master is satisfied, he gets me out of the tub, drys me off, and then puts me in his big shirt and some panties. I like them, they are a pretty pink.

"Okay, now that we have that out of the way. I want to talk about rules. You already have some for when we go to the store or out anywhere. Now, I have to give you some for the house." Master explains.

I nod my head to show him I am paying attention and that I understand.

"One, no being disrespectful, to anyone. Two, you always address me by sir or Master, that kind of ties along with rule one. And since you aren't speaking yet, we don't have to worry about that rule so much. Three, I want to know where you are at all times, you already know the bathroom rules, this goes along with that. Four, under no circumstances will you try and run away, I will catch you no matter what, and you will be punished. Five, you will eat whatever I give you and not complain unless you are allergic. You will wear whatever I give you, no complaints. Six, which includes five, you will not complain unless it is something dire and then and only then will you complain. Seven, you are my property, meaning you will not speak or even look at anyone other than me without permission. And even when talking or looking at me, your will ask permission."

I nod my head again. Master has very easy rules to follow. At the shop, rules were a lot more confusing. "Rule eight, you are not to eat, drink, or sleep without permission. As I said, you are my property and I allow you to do certain things with your body. That leads to my next rule, you will not touch yourself without my explicit permission, no one is allowed to touch you the way I will, not even yourself." Now that one sounds confusing. Touch myself? Like rub my hands together or touch my leg? That is strange but I am not to question or complain only to follow directions. I move my hands away from one another and make sure my feet are not touching.

"Do you know what that means, bun? You look confused. Do you need clarification?" Master asks. I nod my head yes. I do need understanding of what that means.

"I think it would be better if I showed you. I'm not sure you would understand otherwise." He states. Master then pulls me into his Lap and pushes my legs apart. I keep my head down even though I desperately want to look at Master. I want to know what he is thinking. I am scared. What if I have done something wrong by needing understanding. I should have said no. No one likes a stupid rabbit.

Suddenly, I feel Master's hand on my inner thigh, I gasp and my head leans forward. What is he doing?

Harrison's POV:

I rub circles on her inner thigh and she leans forward, her breaths coming out short. Such a sensitive thing, I have barely touched her. I take this opportunity to touch her little flower. She gasps loud and shudders under my touch. Her whole body is shaking, I slowly start to rub and this makes her jerk and shake all over. She balls my shirt into her fists and lays her head on my chest, her breathing ragged. After about 20 seconds of rubbing I can feel her body shaking a little bit more violently and realize she is already near an orgasm. Already? My little untouched bunny. She really is perfect. I get to be the one to make her wither in pleasure and pain for the first time. I stop when I realize she is close, I lift her chin to make her meet my eyes, but being the good bunny she is still avoids eye contact until I tell her she can look. "Look at me baby, look at Master." I coo at her. Her big doe eyes meet mine and I see tears brimming. Poor thing must not understand what is happening.

"This is what I mean baby, you cannot touch yourself like this unless I tell you to. Only I can, okay?" I explain and she nods her head, tears falling and her face is red.

"Never, ever let anyone touch you like this, your are mine and only mine." I tell her. I realize I am being very possessive over this little bunny but soon I don't care, she's my bunny, my perfect little bunny.

Willow's POV:

I am currently in Master's room, he ordered me to stand with my hands touching my head. He is in another room, working I think. He told me that he is going to see how long I can listen. He said he wanted to see just how obedient I could be.

At first I thought this was a punishment but punishments are much worst than this. All I have to do is stand there with my hands on my head. How hard could that be?

Plus, I want to prove to Master that I am worthy of his affection, of his gifts, and one day, maybe even his love. What a strange word. I know I love Master, even though I do not fully understand the meaning, I know I hold deep affection for him, he is kind to me. Like no one else has ever been, I want to show him I am worthy.

And if I have to stand here for the rest of my life to prove it, then I will. I want to be his good bunny.