bunnygirl

21. vocabulary

"Now, pet," he said, his voice a gentle purr. "We're going to work on your vocabulary." He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers.
"From now on, you're only allowed to use simple words and short sentences." He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "It's for your own good, to keep that pretty little head of yours from getting too cluttered."

Gigi felt a knot form in her stomach, but she nodded, understanding the gravity of his words.
The idea of losing her ability to communicate as an intelligent being was terrifying, but she knew better than to argue. Marcus was her master now, and his will was law.
He began her lesson with a gentle pat on the head, the skin of his hand brushing against her hair.
"Good girl," he said, his voice a soothing balm to her fears.
"Now, say 'yes, Master'."

Gigi opened her mouth, the words slipping out in a soft whisper.
"Yes, Master."

Marcus's grip on the leash tightened for a moment, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Good," he said, his voice a gentle coax. "Now, let's try something else."

He began to give her simple commands, his voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down her spine. "Sit." "Stay." "Roll over." Each time she complied, the vibrations from the plug grew stronger, reinforcing her obedience.
The men around the room watched with amusement,
some leaning in to give her an encouraging pat or a teasing poke.

Marcus leaned back, his arm still around her waist. "Now, tell me what you are," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Gigi's eyes searched his, the words on the tip of her tongue.
"I'm...I'm your bunny master." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marcus's smile grew, his hand giving her a gentle squeeze.
"That's right," he said, his voice filled with pride. "You're my good little bunny."

The room was quiet, the tension thick as the other residents watched.
Marcus leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "From now on," he murmured, "you will address me as 'Master' in every sentence."

Gigi's heart raced, her eyes wide with fear. She knew the consequences of disobedience all too well.
The collar around her neck was a constant reminder of her subservience. With a tremble in her voice, she whispered, "Yes, Master."

Marcus nodded, pleased with her response. He tapped her nose gently, "Good girl," he praised, the vibrations from the plug pulsing in a rewarding pattern.
The other men in the room resumed their conversations, their eyes occasionally flicking to the pair.
He leaned back, his hand still resting on the base of the plug. "Now, every time you do something for me, or for the dorm, you're going to thank me, understand?"

Gigi nodded, her eyes wide with apprehension. "Yes, Master."

Marcus leaned back, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Good girl," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Now, let's start with something simple." He reached for a glass of water on the table beside them, his hand hovering just out of her reach.
"Fetch this for me," he ordered, his voice a gentle command.

Gigi's eyes widened, but she didn't move. The plug inside her pulsed with a gentle reminder of her role.
With a tremble in her hand, she reached up and took the glass, her eyes never leaving his.
She brought it to his lips, her hand shaking slightly. He took a sip, watching her the whole time.
"Thank you, Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Marcus's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Too many words, pet," he reminded her, giving the leash a slight tug. "You know better than that."

Gigi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her eyes dropping to the floor.
"Thanks, Master," she corrected herself, her voice barely above a whisper.
The vibrations from the plug increased, a gentle reprimand for her lapse in manners.

Marcus took another sip of water, his eyes never leaving hers. "Much better," he murmured, his voice a low purr. He set the glass down on the table, the sound of the liquid sloshing against the sides of the glass echoing in the silent room. "Now, let's try again."
He held out his hand, palm up. "Lick," he ordered, his voice a soft growl. Gigi's heart raced, her tongue darting out to obey. She licked his palm, her eyes never leaving his. The vibrations from the plug grew stronger with each pass of her tongue, the sensation overwhelming.

"Good bunny," Marcus praised, his voice a gentle rumble. The room was silent, all eyes on them. The air was thick with the scent of male dominance and her submission.
She felt a strange thrill at being the center of attention, her body responding to the humiliation in a way she never thought possible.

Marcus pulled out a set of flashcards from the pocket of his hoodie, each one printed with a simple word or phrase. He held up the first one, the word "Master" in bold letters.
"Repeat after me," he instructed, his voice firm but not unkind.
"Master," Gigi murmured, her eyes never leaving the card.
Marcus nodded, his grip on the leash loosening slightly. He held up the next card, "Thanks, Master."

Gigi's tongue felt thick in her mouth, but she managed to repeat the phrase, her voice a soft whisper.
The vibrations from the plug grew stronger, the sensation making her legs tremble. She focused on the card, willing herself to remember the words, to get it right.

Marcus held up the next card, the word "obey" printed in stark contrast to the white background.
Gigi swallowed hard, her eyes flicking to the collar around her neck.
"Obey, Master," she murmured, her voice shaking slightly.
The vibrations in the plug increased, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She bit her lip, her eyes closing as she tried to focus on the task at hand. Marcus's hand remained on the leash, his grip firm but not punishing. "Again," he instructed, his voice a gentle command.

Gigi swallowed, her eyes opening to stare at the card. "Obey, Master," she repeated, her voice a little stronger this time. The vibrations grew softer, a reward for her improved response.
Marcus held up the next card, the word "good" written in a script that made her heart flutter.
"Good, Master," she whispered, her cheeks burning. The room remained silent, the only sound the soft whir of the plug inside her. Marcus nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He flipped to the next card, a simple drawing of a bunny sitting.
"Sit, pet," he said, his voice a gentle command.

Gigi lowered herself onto the floor, her knees bent and her hands on her thighs. The leather collar around her neck felt tight, a constant reminder of her new role.
Marcus held up the card again. "Say it," he instructed.
Her voice was barely a whisper. "Good, Master." The vibrations grew softer, a gentle reprimand for her hesitance. Marcus's hand remained on the leash, his grip firm but not painful.
He knew just how much pressure to apply to keep her in line.

The next card featured a drawing of a bunny, tail wagging, and the word "Yes." "Look at me," he ordered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. Gigi's eyes met his, her pupils dilated with a mix of fear and arousal.
"Now, say it."
"Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. The plug pulsed in response, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Marcus nodded, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl," he murmured, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.

The lesson continued, each card a new command or word she was to repeat back to him.
The vibrations grew stronger or softer with her obedience, guiding her responses like a silent metronome of pleasure and pain. "Thank," "Good," "Stay," "Mine."
The simplicity of the words echoed in her mind, reinforcing her role as his obedient pet.