#pet4pet

I blush and hide my face

“What is it bunny? What’s got you so shy?”

Between the embarrassment and their palm rubbing relentlessly over my cunt I barely murmur out the words,

“It’s so noisy” I confess, face burning. It is, the slick sounds of my pussy fill the room. “And messy” I’m probably an unflattering red now with that mortifying confession.

“Yeah it is” they coo “thank you for telling me, I know you have trouble saying it. It’s making you feel too awkward to come, right?”

I nod “I’m sorry”

“It’s okay bunny, I’ll help you.” They land a gentle smack over my clit, then wipe their slick palm on my thigh “You’re not in trouble, so just know this isn’t a punishment. This is to help you learn. We’ll keep doing it until it feels natural, practice makes perfect right?”

“Yes puppy”

“Good bunny. I know this will be hard for you so you can turn over to be more comfortable”

I scramble over to my elbows and knees as fast as I can, thanking them as I go. I know what’s going to happen and I can’t look them in the eyes for it. They’re telling the truth, I know it, this isn’t a punishment. They want to help me feel soft and slutty when I get wet, help me let go and be their little pleasure toy. Right now I get self-conscious and tense, even though I want it.

I’m getting better already. I’m really good at opening mouth wide and sticking my tongue out when I want them to fuck it. When I’m already far gone with desire I bounce on their cock or arch my back for them to fuck harder with no shame.

It’s when they want to focus on toying with me that I get too shy still. But my puppy is patient and helps me practice.

They pet my ass until I squirm and give it a grounding slap.

“Alright bunny, how do you feel right now?”

“I’m wet puppy”

“That’s good. Why is it good?”

“It’s good for bunnies to get wet so puppies can play with them and use them to get off”

“Hmm. Why else?”

“So that playing feels good for the bunnies?”

They reach around my hip and slowly circle a finger around my clit.

“Yeah, that too. What about when puppies aren’t around? Bunnies still get wet and drippy and it’s still a good thing right? Why should bunnies always feel good about getting horny and messy?”

“Um… I” I, lazer focused on the feeling. They stop and instead tap my clit like they are thinking distractedly. “Because you want me to feel good? I… I don’t know the right answer”

“That’s okay, you’re doing so good.” Their finger returns to maddening spirals brushing over me. “You’re on the right track. I do want you to feel good. But it’s not about me, it’s about you. Bunnies are pretty little pleasure pets. Being wet and needy and noisy is in your nature. It’s healthy. I don’t want you to deny your nature because people have taught you to be embarrassed by it. Because they didn’t understand you and shamed the idea of sex and desire and submission.”

They rub harder. They aren’t just toying with me anymore, but driving me relentlessly to orgasm.

“Tell me. What are you?”

“I’m wet” I whimper “and that’s okay because I’m a sweet bunny and I’m supposed to be.”

“Good” their free hand smacks my ass in reward “keep going”

“I… I won’t be embarrassed if my pussy is noisy or I’m noisy because I’m a little sex bunny and my body is made to feel good.”

They don’t say anything else, but slip a finger inside me as encouragement, then another when I moan and clench and lose myself in the rhythm

“I’m a…. I’m a fuck bunny and I should feel good. When I’m getting fucked or played with or touching myself I, I… ah!”

I shiver and squirm so hard through my orgasm that they have to throw a leg over me and pin my hips between their thighs to keep their hands on me. When the shudders finally stop they back away, letting me roll over and spread my legs wide. It’s another thing me puppy has helped me learn, that after I come my pretty pussy should be put on display. They pet my thighs and with a satisfied sigh plant a kiss on my cunt.

“So good for me bunny, you were so brave. Thank you. I want to play with you more. Would you be alright?”

I nod sleepily. This wouldn’t be the first time we go for more than one in a row and their words have seeped into my brain. If I spend the rest of the evening dripping all over the bedsheets for their entertainment, that’s what bunnies like me are made for.