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Rebecca's the only masochist she can stand and she isn't quite sure why.\n\nI've been busy with projects and commissions so I don't get to squeeze many stories out of my OCs unless it's related to a picture. But some are just demanding to come out like this one. \n\nYou can find more stories like these over on my [url=https://www.patreon.com/c/Ralanrwrites]Patreon[/url] and/or [url=https://subscribestar.adult/ralanr]Subscribestar[/url].\n\nEnjoy!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Though not ashamed of her sadism, Allison finds masochists dull for her desires. Rebecca's the only masochist she can stand and she isn't quite sure why.

I've been busy with projects and commissions so I don't get to squeeze many stories out of my OCs unless it's related to a picture. But some are just demanding to come out like this one.

You can find more stories like these over on my Patreon and/or Subscribestar.

Enjoy!", "writing": "For a nurse, a day off was a godsend. Sure, Allison had more free time in her current position than she did when she settled down to work a typical eight to twelve-hour shift. She would fight like hell to ensure she’d never go back to those days, but she rarely had a full day off that wasn’t a weekend. Well, a weekend where they didn’t need her.\n\n\nNow normally, it being the summer and all, Allison would have to take care of her kids along with Jack. But her young gentleman was traveling abroad with his boyfriend, her oldest was busy working and providing for her own family, and her youngest was spending the day with her husband’s side of the family. Specifically the grandparents. To his credit, Jack did ask if she wanted to come along. He knew the answer even before giving him the stare. She had better things to do than to be hassled by an older bunny trying to show her trade wife clips to explain what women should be doing in the household. \n\n\nUnfortunately, that was a lie. Allison did not have better things to do. She could indulge in her hobbies like knitting that new onesie for her coming grandchild and sort through all the knicknacks, but that’d just make her want to smoke more and she made a promise long ago not to stink up the house with cigarette smoke. Course she could just smoke out a window, but that’d be going against the nature of the promise. She considered baking but being on her feet wasn’t worth the sweets. So instead she lazily lay atop her couch and scrolled through her TV, missing the days of channel surfing before they inevitably cut the cord. \n\n\nSo when the doorbell rang, twice, she got a little excited and upset. One on hand, this was her day off and she’d rather not spend it talking with some bible thumper. On the other, annoying someone trying to pull the bible belt further up Michigan might be fun. A tiny pinch of unethical sadism she could feel good about later. \n\n\nYet behind the front door was not some shirt-tucked practiced smiling bible salesman, but a bluish grey pitbull with red hair tied up into a bun wearing green cargo shorts and a yellow tank top with a smile that screamed innocence and a gaze that said otherwise, for the split second she saw Allison. Rebecca turned up the innocent charm after, and the bunny wasn’t quite sure why until she started speaking. \n\n\n“Hi, Mrs. Davis. I’m here for sitting.”\n\n\nSitting? Babysitting? Allison let the gears go whirring in her head before they clicked into place, “Shoot, that was today?” She asked. And the pitbull’s nod she sighed, “Fuck.”\n\n\n“Woah, language,” Rebecca lowered her voice so the girl of the hour wouldn’t hear. \n\n\nAllison just laughed softly, shaking her head. “Darling ain’t here. Jack took ‘em to see his folks.” \n\n\nRebecca’s cropped ears drooped. Allison reckoned it’d be more adorable if they weren’t cropped, but the pitbull never got much say in that. Poor thing didn’t even get to have a tail, just a nub. Allison didn't know what happened to the pitbull's daddy but if she knew where he was, she'd have plenty of sharp words with him. The type that would be alongside her special tools for adding some crimson over the sheets.\n\n\n“Wait, why are you here then?” She asked.\n\n\n“It’s my day off.”\n\n\n“But shouldn’t you be visiting with them?”\n\n\nAllison threw her head back rather than get into the nitty-gritty of why she didn’t speak with her in-laws. “You wanna come on in? If you’re here that means Amethyst won’t be picking you up until you call her.”\n\n\nThe pitbull thanked her and headed inside. The kindly thing to do was to offer her a drink, which Allison did after checking out her ass. Rebecca was a young thing despite being both an adult by society and more emotionally intelligent than she gave herself credit for. Granted her being younger than her middle child should have set off alarm bells, but Allison didn’t have quite as many as others. \n\n\nBesides, it wouldn’t be the first time. Rebecca liked to get around. In her time on the road, she found it odd how canines were the most vocal about being loyal when she found them cheating often. Maybe it was the pressure, or maybe everyone was a hypocrite. Rebecca, despite wearing another’s collar, liked to sleep around. No one shamed her for it, and she had people to come back to by the night’s end. A more spiteful woman might call her a homewrecker and kick her out. Allison didn’t mind having the young thing take Jack’s monster of a cock up her ass. Plus while he was having his fun from behind, Allison would be having her fun in the front. \n\n\nBut Jack wasn’t here. While she wasn’t one to care if he was present or not, her last experience with the pitbull alone, ignoring Jo being present, made the girl break down in tears from panic. Initially, she thought it was pain, yet the reveal of Rebecca’s masochism stifled that. \n\n\nWhen she returned to offer a glass of water Allison noticed Rebecca hadn’t pulled out her phone. In fact, she was sitting eagerly, leaning forward on the couch just enough to see that nubby tail wagging.\n\n\n“You know you can speak up,” Allison said, lounging atop Jack’s chair. Was only his in that he preferred it. Had nothing to do with authority. The bunny did feel a tinge of power on the spot though. \n\n\n“I know…it’s just, well if I’m not babysitting then it’s not fair to you.”\n\n\nAllison raised her brow, “Fair? Do you think we invite you to the basement just because you babysit? Last I checked prostitution is illegal in Michigan and the trade of services for sex still counted.”\n\n\nA red tinge replaced the blue over her gray-furred face. “I-I didn’t mean to imply–”\n\n\n“Darling, please,” Allison crossed her legs, “We invite you down there because we enjoy having you around. Well,” she shrugged, looking away briefly, “And you’re one of the few people crazy enough to keep coming. Lord knows how me and Jack are still community heads with the amount of people we scare. There must be Discord servers dedicated to how fucked up we are. That’s what people use these days, Discord?”\n\n\nRebecca nodded, tight-lipped. “Yeah…don’t you run the community one?”\n\n\n“Me? No,” Allison brushed the idea aside, “Jack’s the computer expert.”\n\n\n“I thought he was an electrical engineer?” \n\n\n“He prefers the term ‘modern handyman’ and that implies computers, at least in this house.” \n\n\nNever one to beat around a bush, especially when that bush was asking for it, Allison dropped the question that she assumed Rebecca was too polite to ask. “You want to have a session with just the two of us?”\n\n\nThe bunny remembered when a question like that would turn the girl’s face red and release a stream of questions like a tea kettle screeching. And while that was cute in its own way, seeing the pitbull grin with cocky assurance struck a similar chord. “If you don’t think Jack will mind.”\n\n\n“Oh, sweetie. Knowing what I like, he won’t mind one bit.”\n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\nTheir basement was smaller than expected for most visitors. That was by design since she and Jack split the basement in half with a new wall, its access hidden beside the washing machine. Allison told her husband that a simple locked door would have been fine, but he urged that the kids would get as curious as kids do. Given how kids, and her husband, loved secret doors, it was a miracle none of them discovered it. Then again, she was the only one that did laundry in the house. \n\n\nOK, Jack did too but not as much for her liking. \n\n\nRebecca knew it. She’d walked through the hidden door before, ears perked up whenever the creases appeared once Allison inserted her key into the hidden keyhole on the wall. “Gonna be a sad day when we need to leave this behind,” Allison said, more to herself than anything else. Granted with how the housing market is going, that wasn’t to happen any time soon. \n\n\nThe latter half of their basement was converted into what the youngins would call a sex dungeon. Jack would call it that too, but she preferred other names. Her personal torture chamber and her meditation room were the top two she went by. Chains hung from looped anchors in the ceiling, while bondage furniture like a wooden horse, an X-frame, and a spanking bench were nearly sorted to one side of the room. The floor was mostly unadorned cement, with a few pillows and floor mats for those who needed it. She wished she could say the same for the walls, but the soundproof foam covering them helped keep her kids in the dark. \n\n\nRebecca had her pants halfway down her legs when Allison turned to close the door. “Don’t suppose you brought your key this time,” she said, smiling as she pointed to the chastity belt between the pitbull’s legs. She never understood why Helga enjoyed belting her partners, and she suspected Amethyst didn’t either but did it ‘cause she was. \n\n\nHer nubby tail blurred as she fidgeted with her pockets, pulling out a tiny key made of cheap metal and fit for one thing only. Allison took it as offered, then gently nudged her younger play partner against the wall. She pulled the bottom of the pitbull’s shirt into her teeth, exposing her covered tits. Rebecca, as was no doubt drilled in her, spread her legs and held her hands behind her head, thrusting her chest out for the white rabbit to enjoy. \n\n\n“You’ve played here enough to know the signals and the signs,” Allison’s voice was low, a hushed whisper akin to a predator’s growl. She dragged the bitings of the key down the pitbull’s stomach like a carefully pressed knife. She stopped at the keyhole, inserting the key but not twisting it. “But I can’t say for certain it’s ever been just the two of us. Jack’s not here to hold me back. Do you understand?”\n\n\nThe pitbull’s response was broken up by the shirt in her teeth so Allison pulled it free. “I trust you, Ma’am.”\n\n\n“And why’s that?” Allison inched closer, licking her lips as she savored the young woman’s scent.\n\n\nRebecca’s breath fluttered. She bit her lips, pulling just enough not to rip free the crimson blood. “B-Because, I know what Helga will do if you maim me.”\n\n\nThe rabbit pulled her head back, her allure broken for the moment. She expected some generic expression of trust or belief that Allison’s caring nature would hold her back, either of which was acceptable. But bringing up Helga? Allison had to laugh. “You’re right. She’d beat me bloody. Course she’d also drive me to the hospital, but that’s just because of history. But not to worry,” Allison twisted the key, “I know plenty of ways to hurt without maiming someone. You might wish I did by the end.”\n\n\nThey let the belt drop with a clang. Without a collar Allison directed her willing victim by a tight grip of her headfur, bringing her to the center of the room underneath some anchoring hooks. Rebecca stood straight when the bunny let go, arms behind her back and chest out. Still smiling. Allison couldn’t wait to twist that expression. \n\n\nAllison pulled out a box of special contact lenses from her wheeled toolbox in the corner. They were special in that instead of changing someone’s eye color or helping them see without glasses, they blinded the wearer. She took her time slipping them over the pitbull’s blue eyes. Not out of her comfort, but to drink in the subtle discomforts she exuded as the lens blocked out her sight; quick breaths, straining eyes, the way her body must be burning at the touch of another. \n\n\n“How many fingers am I holding up?” Allison asked with two fingers raised. \n\n\n“I can’t see them,” Rebecca said, her eyes staring forward as if off into space. Allison moved her hand from right to left, gauging the pitbull’s reaction, or lack thereof. “Wouldn’t a blindfold be easier?” \n\n\n“You wouldn’t be making that face with a blindfold,” Allison said, enjoying the furrowed brow and concerned lip nibble. Take someone’s sight away and they’ll suddenly forget to hide their feelings. \n\n\n“Now just do what I say. Nothing should hurt, at least not yet.” Taking a bundle of hemp rope she bound the pitbull’s arms behind her back, tight enough for the elbows to touch. One toss through the anchor loop and a swift pull forced her plaything into a strappado position, finished with a tie around Rebecca’s hair bun. \n\n\n“Nothing too tight?” Allison latched leather cuffs along Rebecca’s angles before kicking them apart. She kept them separate, and gave herself an unhindered view of the girl’s moist cunt, with a black spreader bar just above the knees. \n\n\n“Nope. Has anyone ever told you you’re very concerned about others for a sadist?”\n\n\n“Course I am. How else can I hurt you right if something is going wrong?” Allison grabbed a purple two-and-a-half-inch ballgag, stuffing it behind the dog’s teeth and latching it tight around the snout and back of the head. By far the biggest the girl had ever worn, and from the sound of it she didn’t hate it. Allison usually hated ballgags cause they did a terrible job at keeping people from talking. The big ones though? Well, she loved it when people had the jaws for them. \n\n\nIn both palms she held Rebecca’s head, admiring her work. Eyes blinded by lenses looked up to Allison, missing just enough to look uncanny. Drool already pooled behind the gag, slobbering over her fingers while incoherent grunts came with muffled breathing. Pressing a thumb against that black wet nose of hers, Allison pictured the nose ring Rebecca had considered getting. “You’re right, it would look good on you,” she said, clenching tight to stifle the instinctive movements her victim made. “If you ever decide on it, let me know. I know a piercing specialist who would be open to working with a bound puppy like you.”\n\n\nShe let Rebecca hang still to better sort through her tool collection. Rather than have a rack of toys her play partners could see, Allison kept a rollout tool chest filled with them. She had a whole drawer of knives, one she’d shown Rebecca the second time she was down here, as well as clamps and impact tools. She even had a few wood clamps for titties, something she preferred over the itty bitty nipple clamps. Hardware stores had the best things if one knew where to look. \n\n\n“Helga’s a bully,” Allison said, making sure each tool she took from the chest made an audible crash atop her table. “She’s a nice person, soft to her core, but she loves to physically overpower and degrade her partners. Something about making them squirm under her, making them beg, just gets her going.”\n\n\nShe pulled off her shirt and tossed it over at Rebecca like a living coat rack. “And while I haven’t seen her pet, your mistress, top that often, Helga’s told me she’s a bit more…expecting. Amy likes making her partners praise her. Worship her. The kind of girl that, if Helga didn’t have any say about it, wouldn’t mind being a pillow princess. I wonder if that has anything to do with ‘gifted child’ syndrome. Can’t say it’s my area of expertise, can’t take a needle to mental wounds.”\n\n\nRebecca said something, probably in defense of her mistress, but Allison paid it no mind. “Point is, both want something from their partners. All doms do, that’s just nature. But with me you don’t need to try very hard. While Helga wants you to beg and Amy wants your worship, I just need one thing; your screams.”\n\n\n“Then why am I gagged?” Rebecca said, or at least she tried to say but that thick rubber ball wasn’t having any of it. Just as well, Allison liked the grunts better that way. The struggle, after all, was the fun. \n\n\n“To quote a drawn-out song, ‘Cause you look cuter with something in your mouth’.” Allison grabbed the wood clamp before making her way back over. Rebecca flinched, too blind for it to do her any good as the rabbit took a handful of her tit. \n\n\n“Still so perky,” Allison’s thumb flicked the hardening nipple twice before her hand squeezed. Like with anyone experienced in pain, Rebecca immediately took quick short breaths to fight through it. They were almost like music as the rabbit lined the wood clamp along the tit. Painstakingly she wound it down to clasp the boob, tight enough to not fall off and tighter still to hurt just enough. Then she moved on to the next, after which she stepped back to admire her work. Wood clamps weren’t meant for the body so they were bound to look silly on her. But they didn’t look comfortable either. Rebecca’s little reflexive glance at her tits despite the lenses helped sell that.\n\n\nOf course, the nipples were aroused. Looked like they could cut diamonds if Allison weren’t careful. Better to cover them with a nice pair of metal clamps for the bunny’s safety. They even came with an adjuster just to keep them secure, and a chain to attach to the other. \n\n\n“There’s something to be said about the build-up,” Allison said, biting her lip at the pitched grunts made behind the pitbull’s gag. “I could just smack you, and I will, but that slow rise of pain is almost like wine. It’ll hurt now, but soon it’ll be unbearable. Then you’ll cross a threshold where you think you’re fine, that it’s ok. I can’t wait to see how wrong you’ll be when I take them off.”\n\n\nStill that nubby tail wagged. Hell, it got faster. In her twenties that would have pissed her off, and in a way it still did. But not with Rebecca. No, she was excited about how fast it could go, and what could make it stop. \n\n\nTaking a metal knitting needle, she, ever so carefully, tapped it along the top of her plaything’s spine. Rebecca’s fists clenched and her back muscles tensed. “Careful now,” Allison chided, trailing the needle a hair’s breadth up, “One wrong move and I could cut you. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”\n\n\nThe needle was too dull for that. Rebecca didn’t know and Allison wasn’t going to tell her. As much as she liked her knives, a young thing like her best friend’s girlfriend’s play partner wasn’t someone she wanted to mark. Though now that she thought about it.\n\n\n“You’re young, but I’m sure you’ve wondered how different your life could have been, right?” Allison asked, tracing figure eights along the pitbull’s body. She took Rebecca’s perked ears as a sign to continue her train of thought. “Let’s say, for fun, you didn’t crush on Helga’s bratty plaything. Let’s say you met me and my husband, and we ended up taking you in. Ever wonder what that’d be like? Living under the roof of a sadist and her enabler?”\n\n\nFingers of her free hand clasped the pitbull’s throat, “Of course, we’ve got enough kids. Sure only one of them lives in this house, but we’re not interested in raising a fourth. Maybe we’d just get you a nice bed down here, fashioned with four walls and a ceiling of black-barred steel and a lock for your ‘protection’.”\n\n\nNow Allison wouldn’t do such a thing. She’d thought about something similar when she was younger, probably somewhere between Jack’s third or fourth attempt to win her heart, and concluded that it’d be more of a headache than it was worth. Not only would you need to feed them, clean them, and dispose of their waste, but you’d also need to ensure the police never found out about it. Now sure, cops leave most crimes unsolved and don’t commit many resources unless the victim is rich and/or famous, but the chances of getting caught shot up dramatically the longer she’d have her personal pain toy. \n\n\nAnd Rebecca knew that. That didn’t stop her from indulging in the fantasy. Even Allison could see her lips curl into a smile behind that massive gag. Allison pressed the side of her needle against the pitbull’s neck like a knife blade, biting her lip as she watched the girl’s breathing strain. \n\n\n“Hell, let’s say Jack wasn’t in the picture. Let’s be honest, he’d be too nice. Sure he’d love fucking your ass, but sooner or later his ol’ Jimmeny Cricket would start hollering about how wrong it’d be. So let’s just picture you, and me. I’d keep you locked down here, never let you see the sun cause why should you think there’s light beyond me? I’d shower you with love,” she flicked Rebecca’s reddened breasts, “My sharp, painful, love. And you’d be begging for more, wouldn’t you? Even as I hold a knife to your throat.” She inched closer, delivering her next words with a whisper, “Just. Like. This.”\n\n\nNow was the part where Allison realized she jumped the gun. Not for Rebecca’s concern, the pitbull was a slobbering mess but she wasn’t trying to spam her safeword or throwing out her signal. No, Allison went too hard into the knife play because now she wanted to pretend she was slitting the girl’s throat. The only problem was that if she did, Rebecca would know the knife was a needle and it’d break the illusion. \n\n\n“But not now,” Allison said, pulling the needle away, “No, I think it’s time I enjoy that tough little body of yours. You ever been whipped?” Rebecca’s ears shot up. Allison chuckled aloud, “Course not. Helga’s never evolved beyond the paddle, the crop, and the flogger, if she even bothers to go beyond her hand.” Not that there was anything wrong with that. A dom that didn’t know how to spank wasn’t trustworthy to use a tool. But Allison wasn’t Helga. She had a whip collection for a reason.\n\n\nWith the play space the size it was, she couldn’t use anything particularly long. She had to limit her whips to eight feet at max. Then she had to decide between a dragon tail, a bullwhip, a black snake, and more. Allison walked through her options three times before picking, though she picked it on the first. The rest were just watching Rebecca react to the wait. The pittie’s eyes kept trying, and failing, to follow the sound of her footsteps. \n\n\nShe picked a classic single tail, draping it over the pitbull’s back and even coiling it around her throat. “Feel that? That’s genuine leather. Handmade by a close friend in Fresno. One of my favorites. Jack hates it. Can’t stand more than a strike or two from it. But compared to you, he’s a big baby. Now, I could be fair and give you a number to hit, but quite frankly I don’t want to. I just want to whip you until my arm grows tired. How’s that sound?” \n\n\nThe fear on her face was delicious. Yet the tail still wagged. The rabbit wanted that to bother her, but it didn’t. Maybe it was because Rebecca, unlike other masochists she’d come across, wasn’t demanding the pain. Course she couldn’t tell if that was because of the gag, and Allison wasn’t in the mood to check for fear of ruining the atmosphere.\n\n\nPlenty of people had eyes bigger than their stomachs. So she started with a few light strikes, both to get her arm into the swing of things and to gauge the pitbull’s reactions. There were a few twitches, some subtle grunts that sounded more like anticipation from the pain than anything else. \n\n\nNo, no that wouldn’t do. Allison put the whip down. “Let’s make this a little more interesting,” She said, grabbing a thin wooden rod and a stool. Plopping it beside the pitbull, Allison sat down and pulled one of those bare paws up. Being a former MMA fighter she was flexible enough to keep standing. \n\n\nThe rod whistled through the air. It cracked like thunder against the bare sole. Rebecca shrieked behind her gag, body reflexively curling into a ball. Allison kept a tight grip on the ankle and struck again, laying a thin pink line across the sole. \n\n\n“Did you know there are around eight thousand nerve endings in our feet?” Allison said with a conversational tone between the strikes. “Varies from species of course, but feet can be pretty sensitive. It’s why it took so long for shoes to be a thing. Hell, some people still don’t wear them unless they absolutely need to. Makes sense, given that no one would want to be standing on fire.”\n\n\nWhen the soles were nice and red, Allison moved to the next foot. Rebecca whimpered when her pained foot hit the ground, desperately trying to keep the pressure off. It made the muffled cry when the rabbit pulled the other up all the sweeter. “Seems obvious if you think about it. After all, feet are ticklish, and ticklish areas are just places with high amounts of nerves.”\n\n\nWith both soles raw and red, Allison grabbed her whip. At first, she admired how the pitbull kept trying to ease off each foot, stuck between deciding which one would take the most. She pulled her whip taut, figuring it best to give the girl another distraction, one that came with a wicked bite and a loud snap across her pert little ass. \n\n\nHer cries made the soundproofing worth every penny. Streaks of red marks crossed her cheeks. Rebecca tried to sway but Allison predicted the movements with feinting strikes. She’d been whipping for longer than the pitbull had walked this sweet earth, ain’t nothing going to hinder her. \n\n\nFeeling her arm strain Allison stopped to admire her work. She trailed a nail along the red marks, finding a road of sharp turns. A little press made the pitbull mewl into her gag. “Oh don’t be like that, dear, we haven’t finished. After all, this ain’t the right color yet.”\n\n\nTaking a wooden paddle from her chest. Holes were drilled to help it sing. Before that, she dragged it along the sensitive little bottom, then pressed the edge along the pitbull’s cunt. She smiled at the wet sheen found upon it, licking it up like fresh blood to a knife. \n\n\nThe clap of her cheeks echoed through the air, followed by her screams and the subtle strain of her ropes. Allison held her steady for the paddling. \n\n\n“I never liked corporal punishment,” Allison said while turning that pink ass purple, “All it does is encourage kids to avoid getting caught. Some might see it as a sign to always be good, but there are plenty of people who just get better at lying. I think the people that encourage it just want an excuse to beat people.”\n\n\nBy the time she reached that lovely shade, Allison tossed her paddle aside and clapped the pitbull’s cunt. The resounding wet slap and the shrieking gag were music to her ears. The tear-drenched cheekfur was art in her eyes. \n\n\nShe bit her lip and cursed. Of course now of all times, Jack had to be out of the house. \n\n\n“Yes or no,” Allison pulled Rebecca’s head back to give her slack to shake or nod, “Helga tells me she and her bitch make you fuck them with a strap. That true?” The gagged pittie nodded.\n\n\nAllison rarely used the dildos she owned. Jack didn’t like getting pegged and the last time she did he made sure to get his vasectomy. Normally she wasn’t too shy about something large given her husband’s size, but for Rebecca, she picked something more manageable. \n\n\nGagged screams bounded forth as the clamps came off. They were bruised and red, perfect for biting if Allison wished. She ignored them in favor of a cold approach to unlatching every bit of binding save for the gag and blinding contact lenses, then led the pitbull forward by the scruff of her head until they reached the basement bed. \n\n\n“I know for a fact she doesn’t let you cum when being used. But you’ve been a good girl, so I’ll give you a chance.” Allison slipped the anchoring end of a feeldoe dildo into Rebecca’s folds. With care she lined it against her cock as she laid against the bed, directing the dog to start her thrusts. \n\n\nThey were slow going. No doubt the feeldoe was new to her, and the blinding contacts made it hard to focus. Allison held the girl’s hands to her waist to let her know where she was. Her breath tightened as they sped up, drool seeping from under the massive gag like thin ropes fraying under gravity’s weight. \n\n\n“Is that all you’ve got,” Allison teased, digging her nails into the pitbull’s back with a hug. “Don’t tell me they just have you ram into them like a man. I already got a husband, slut, and he knows how to use that dick.”\n\n\nThough inexperience might have not been the issue. Stamina, as it turned out, was. Rebecca’s legs buckled and the subtle signs of an orgasm washed over her. She collapsed over Allison, panting heavily. “S-Sorry, Miss,” she said after the rabbit frantically removed the gag, “Sorry, I…”\n\n\n“Shush…” Allison held her tight, nails free of puppy skin, “You're fine.”\n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\nThere was probably a word to describe how Rebecca felt watching the same woman who turned her ass purple making cookies. It wasn’t uneasy, nor was it comforting. Odd may have been the best word, but it didn’t feel right for her. \n\n\n“Want to lick the spoon?” The light brown batter of gingerbread covered the wooden spoon in question. Rebecca passed it off, not interested in playing around with that time-honored tradition. Hardly fitting since she was naked and sitting on a cold pack.\n\n\nEveryone seemed to have a ritual with aftercare. Helga, and by extension Amy who learned from her, preferred to cuddle after getting water. Mrs. Davis, after expertly spreading a numbing ointment over the bruises and marks she made, liked to bake. “How’d you think I got a big belly?” That is how her husband would explain it, often with a pat against his chubby stomach and a hearty laugh just short of Santa Claus. In hindsight, he’d make a good mall Santa.\n\n\n“I know you’re more of a fan of sugar cookies but all I had on me was gingerbread mix from the holidays and brownie batter. Given your allergies…”\n\n\n“I don’t mind,” Rebecca shrugged, “Not that you need to do this. Shouldn’t you be more dressed for this?”\n\n\nAllison had covered herself in a pink apron and nothing else. She grinned, “It’s just cookies. Not like I’m making chili or anything.” \n\n\nShe didn’t have much to say in response. Rebecca did insist on helping to cut out the cookies, disregarding how much it hurt to walk on her feet. Even with the slippers, ones built for bunnies, it was like walking on sandpaper. She didn’t mind the pain, but it was different from enjoying a good strike from someone else. People called her a masochist, and Rebecca was to a point, but she didn’t enjoy hurting herself for no good reason. It did lead her down a few rabbit holes of information.\n\n\n“Mrs. Davis?” \n\n\n“Honey, we’ve fucked, you can talk to me on a first-name basis.”\n\n\n“Right, sorry. Allison, you’re a sadist, right?”\n\n\nThe rabbit raised her brow at the question. “Ain’t it obvious?” She put a tray of cookies into the oven, “Or do I need to tan your hide some more?”\n\n\nBlushing, Rebecca shook her head. “No, no, I’m good.”\n\n\n“So why’d you ask?” Rebecca expected that to come off as annoyed, no one liked to be bothered with obvious questions, but Allison seemed intrigued. \n\n\n“Well, it’s just that…real sadism, the kind most people equate to being evil,” she raised her hands as if holding a big sign for a disclaimer, “Not that I think you are evil. I mean, you’re a loving mother and a pillar of the community.”\n\n\n“Doesn’t mean I can’t be evil,” Allison’s grin didn’t falter, “Evil’s complicated and people hate that. Easier to paint things we’re uncomfortable with as evil. You’ll notice that, depending on what side of the fence you're on, what is considered evil varies. Most people generally agree that liking to hurt others is evil, and I can understand why.”\n\n\n“But you’re not evil.” \n\n\nAllison hummed and looked away, “I don’t think of myself as such. Half the reason I went into medicine is to learn how to patch people up after I have my fun,” her grin went wide and wicked, “Of course, the other half was to learn better ways to hurt people. I was a curious girl.” \n\n\nRebecca’s chest fluttered but not out of fear. “You got a point to this?” Allison asked, “Cause talks about morality aren’t my usual go-to after a session.”\n\n\nRebecca nodded, “Well, I’ve read that true sadists don’t like true masochists because they get off on discomfort. I know I’m not a true masochist, at least not the self-flagellating kind, but what you do is more exciting than scary to me. Shouldn’t you find me annoying?”\n\n\nAllison frowned, “If I did, I wouldn’t be making you cookies.”\n\n\n“That’s not what I mean.”\n\n\n“No,” the white rabbit sighed, “No, it isn’t. Yeah, I tend to find masochists annoying. Hard to drink in that fear if it’s ruined with pungent excitement. But with you…well, maybe I see a little of myself in you. I don’t like admitting that because it sounds creepy.”\n\n\n“A little of yourself?”\n\n\nAllison nodded, “I learned I was a sadist at a young age. Was a bully in elementary school for no good reason other than it was fun. Had to bury it under a blanket of guilt and shame after plenty of mixed messages from my folks. People tell you to be yourself, then get pissy when you express it. Sure it was wrong to hurt people, but I wanted to. I thought I was a psychopath until I learned what sadism was in highschool. Was like a lightbulb clicking on.”\n\n\n“But I didn’t learn I was a masochist in school. I learned it from sessions with you.” \n\n\n“Yeah, I remember the mess you made on my floor.” Pink-painted nails tapped the marble top of the kitchen island, “It ain’t how you discovered it, it’s the age you did. You’re young, Rebecca, young enough to be my daughter which adds a whole layer of fucked to our situation.”\n\n\n“I’ve got plenty of fucked layers,” Rebecca laughed sullenly, “It’d make a depressing chip dip,”\n\n\n“Which is why I want to help you figure stuff out. Didn’t have a mentor when I was your age. For a sadist, they can get by, but a masochist without a mentor is just an accident waiting to happen. So I think I get satisfaction in helping you embrace yourself. Or maybe I’m not as sadistic as I think.” She shrugged, “I try not to dig too deep into my feelings anymore. When you get as old as me, you either accept shit for what it is or lose yourself in it. I’ve got too many responsibilities to lose my shit.”\n\n\nRebecca understood some of that. “Do you think it’d be any different if you found me first?”\n\n\n“Honey, if I found you first I’d have done much worse to your daddy than what Helga did, and he needed a feeding tube when the EMTs came.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "For a nurse, a day off was a godsend. Sure, Allison had more free time in her current position than she did when she settled down to work a typical eight to twelve-hour shift. She would fight like hell to ensure she’d never go back to those days, but she rarely had a full day off that wasn’t a weekend. Well, a weekend where they didn’t need her.


Now normally, it being the summer and all, Allison would have to take care of her kids along with Jack. But her young gentleman was traveling abroad with his boyfriend, her oldest was busy working and providing for her own family, and her youngest was spending the day with her husband’s side of the family. Specifically the grandparents. To his credit, Jack did ask if she wanted to come along. He knew the answer even before giving him the stare. She had better things to do than to be hassled by an older bunny trying to show her trade wife clips to explain what women should be doing in the household.


Unfortunately, that was a lie. Allison did not have better things to do. She could indulge in her hobbies like knitting that new onesie for her coming grandchild and sort through all the knicknacks, but that’d just make her want to smoke more and she made a promise long ago not to stink up the house with cigarette smoke. Course she could just smoke out a window, but that’d be going against the nature of the promise. She considered baking but being on her feet wasn’t worth the sweets. So instead she lazily lay atop her couch and scrolled through her TV, missing the days of channel surfing before they inevitably cut the cord.


So when the doorbell rang, twice, she got a little excited and upset. One on hand, this was her day off and she’d rather not spend it talking with some bible thumper. On the other, annoying someone trying to pull the bible belt further up Michigan might be fun. A tiny pinch of unethical sadism she could feel good about later.


Yet behind the front door was not some shirt-tucked practiced smiling bible salesman, but a bluish grey pitbull with red hair tied up into a bun wearing green cargo shorts and a yellow tank top with a smile that screamed innocence and a gaze that said otherwise, for the split second she saw Allison. Rebecca turned up the innocent charm after, and the bunny wasn’t quite sure why until she started speaking.


“Hi, Mrs. Davis. I’m here for sitting.”


Sitting? Babysitting? Allison let the gears go whirring in her head before they clicked into place, “Shoot, that was today?” She asked. And the pitbull’s nod she sighed, “Fuck.”


“Woah, language,” Rebecca lowered her voice so the girl of the hour wouldn’t hear.


Allison just laughed softly, shaking her head. “Darling ain’t here. Jack took ‘em to see his folks.”


Rebecca’s cropped ears drooped. Allison reckoned it’d be more adorable if they weren’t cropped, but the pitbull never got much say in that. Poor thing didn’t even get to have a tail, just a nub. Allison didn't know what happened to the pitbull's daddy but if she knew where he was, she'd have plenty of sharp words with him. The type that would be alongside her special tools for adding some crimson over the sheets.


“Wait, why are you here then?” She asked.


“It’s my day off.”


“But shouldn’t you be visiting with them?”


Allison threw her head back rather than get into the nitty-gritty of why she didn’t speak with her in-laws. “You wanna come on in? If you’re here that means Amethyst won’t be picking you up until you call her.”


The pitbull thanked her and headed inside. The kindly thing to do was to offer her a drink, which Allison did after checking out her ass. Rebecca was a young thing despite being both an adult by society and more emotionally intelligent than she gave herself credit for. Granted her being younger than her middle child should have set off alarm bells, but Allison didn’t have quite as many as others.


Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time. Rebecca liked to get around. In her time on the road, she found it odd how canines were the most vocal about being loyal when she found them cheating often. Maybe it was the pressure, or maybe everyone was a hypocrite. Rebecca, despite wearing another’s collar, liked to sleep around. No one shamed her for it, and she had people to come back to by the night’s end. A more spiteful woman might call her a homewrecker and kick her out. Allison didn’t mind having the young thing take Jack’s monster of a cock up her ass. Plus while he was having his fun from behind, Allison would be having her fun in the front.


But Jack wasn’t here. While she wasn’t one to care if he was present or not, her last experience with the pitbull alone, ignoring Jo being present, made the girl break down in tears from panic. Initially, she thought it was pain, yet the reveal of Rebecca’s masochism stifled that.


When she returned to offer a glass of water Allison noticed Rebecca hadn’t pulled out her phone. In fact, she was sitting eagerly, leaning forward on the couch just enough to see that nubby tail wagging.


“You know you can speak up,” Allison said, lounging atop Jack’s chair. Was only his in that he preferred it. Had nothing to do with authority. The bunny did feel a tinge of power on the spot though.


“I know…it’s just, well if I’m not babysitting then it’s not fair to you.”


Allison raised her brow, “Fair? Do you think we invite you to the basement just because you babysit? Last I checked prostitution is illegal in Michigan and the trade of services for sex still counted.”


A red tinge replaced the blue over her gray-furred face. “I-I didn’t mean to imply–”


“Darling, please,” Allison crossed her legs, “We invite you down there because we enjoy having you around. Well,” she shrugged, looking away briefly, “And you’re one of the few people crazy enough to keep coming. Lord knows how me and Jack are still community heads with the amount of people we scare. There must be Discord servers dedicated to how fucked up we are. That’s what people use these days, Discord?”


Rebecca nodded, tight-lipped. “Yeah…don’t you run the community one?”


“Me? No,” Allison brushed the idea aside, “Jack’s the computer expert.”


“I thought he was an electrical engineer?”


“He prefers the term ‘modern handyman’ and that implies computers, at least in this house.”


Never one to beat around a bush, especially when that bush was asking for it, Allison dropped the question that she assumed Rebecca was too polite to ask. “You want to have a session with just the two of us?”


The bunny remembered when a question like that would turn the girl’s face red and release a stream of questions like a tea kettle screeching. And while that was cute in its own way, seeing the pitbull grin with cocky assurance struck a similar chord. “If you don’t think Jack will mind.”


“Oh, sweetie. Knowing what I like, he won’t mind one bit.”




***




Their basement was smaller than expected for most visitors. That was by design since she and Jack split the basement in half with a new wall, its access hidden beside the washing machine. Allison told her husband that a simple locked door would have been fine, but he urged that the kids would get as curious as kids do. Given how kids, and her husband, loved secret doors, it was a miracle none of them discovered it. Then again, she was the only one that did laundry in the house.


OK, Jack did too but not as much for her liking.


Rebecca knew it. She’d walked through the hidden door before, ears perked up whenever the creases appeared once Allison inserted her key into the hidden keyhole on the wall. “Gonna be a sad day when we need to leave this behind,” Allison said, more to herself than anything else. Granted with how the housing market is going, that wasn’t to happen any time soon.


The latter half of their basement was converted into what the youngins would call a sex dungeon. Jack would call it that too, but she preferred other names. Her personal torture chamber and her meditation room were the top two she went by. Chains hung from looped anchors in the ceiling, while bondage furniture like a wooden horse, an X-frame, and a spanking bench were nearly sorted to one side of the room. The floor was mostly unadorned cement, with a few pillows and floor mats for those who needed it. She wished she could say the same for the walls, but the soundproof foam covering them helped keep her kids in the dark.


Rebecca had her pants halfway down her legs when Allison turned to close the door. “Don’t suppose you brought your key this time,” she said, smiling as she pointed to the chastity belt between the pitbull’s legs. She never understood why Helga enjoyed belting her partners, and she suspected Amethyst didn’t either but did it ‘cause she was.


Her nubby tail blurred as she fidgeted with her pockets, pulling out a tiny key made of cheap metal and fit for one thing only. Allison took it as offered, then gently nudged her younger play partner against the wall. She pulled the bottom of the pitbull’s shirt into her teeth, exposing her covered tits. Rebecca, as was no doubt drilled in her, spread her legs and held her hands behind her head, thrusting her chest out for the white rabbit to enjoy.


“You’ve played here enough to know the signals and the signs,” Allison’s voice was low, a hushed whisper akin to a predator’s growl. She dragged the bitings of the key down the pitbull’s stomach like a carefully pressed knife. She stopped at the keyhole, inserting the key but not twisting it. “But I can’t say for certain it’s ever been just the two of us. Jack’s not here to hold me back. Do you understand?”


The pitbull’s response was broken up by the shirt in her teeth so Allison pulled it free. “I trust you, Ma’am.”


“And why’s that?” Allison inched closer, licking her lips as she savored the young woman’s scent.


Rebecca’s breath fluttered. She bit her lips, pulling just enough not to rip free the crimson blood. “B-Because, I know what Helga will do if you maim me.”


The rabbit pulled her head back, her allure broken for the moment. She expected some generic expression of trust or belief that Allison’s caring nature would hold her back, either of which was acceptable. But bringing up Helga? Allison had to laugh. “You’re right. She’d beat me bloody. Course she’d also drive me to the hospital, but that’s just because of history. But not to worry,” Allison twisted the key, “I know plenty of ways to hurt without maiming someone. You might wish I did by the end.”


They let the belt drop with a clang. Without a collar Allison directed her willing victim by a tight grip of her headfur, bringing her to the center of the room underneath some anchoring hooks. Rebecca stood straight when the bunny let go, arms behind her back and chest out. Still smiling. Allison couldn’t wait to twist that expression.


Allison pulled out a box of special contact lenses from her wheeled toolbox in the corner. They were special in that instead of changing someone’s eye color or helping them see without glasses, they blinded the wearer. She took her time slipping them over the pitbull’s blue eyes. Not out of her comfort, but to drink in the subtle discomforts she exuded as the lens blocked out her sight; quick breaths, straining eyes, the way her body must be burning at the touch of another.


“How many fingers am I holding up?” Allison asked with two fingers raised.


“I can’t see them,” Rebecca said, her eyes staring forward as if off into space. Allison moved her hand from right to left, gauging the pitbull’s reaction, or lack thereof. “Wouldn’t a blindfold be easier?”


“You wouldn’t be making that face with a blindfold,” Allison said, enjoying the furrowed brow and concerned lip nibble. Take someone’s sight away and they’ll suddenly forget to hide their feelings.


“Now just do what I say. Nothing should hurt, at least not yet.” Taking a bundle of hemp rope she bound the pitbull’s arms behind her back, tight enough for the elbows to touch. One toss through the anchor loop and a swift pull forced her plaything into a strappado position, finished with a tie around Rebecca’s hair bun.


“Nothing too tight?” Allison latched leather cuffs along Rebecca’s angles before kicking them apart. She kept them separate, and gave herself an unhindered view of the girl’s moist cunt, with a black spreader bar just above the knees.


“Nope. Has anyone ever told you you’re very concerned about others for a sadist?”


“Course I am. How else can I hurt you right if something is going wrong?” Allison grabbed a purple two-and-a-half-inch ballgag, stuffing it behind the dog’s teeth and latching it tight around the snout and back of the head. By far the biggest the girl had ever worn, and from the sound of it she didn’t hate it. Allison usually hated ballgags cause they did a terrible job at keeping people from talking. The big ones though? Well, she loved it when people had the jaws for them.


In both palms she held Rebecca’s head, admiring her work. Eyes blinded by lenses looked up to Allison, missing just enough to look uncanny. Drool already pooled behind the gag, slobbering over her fingers while incoherent grunts came with muffled breathing. Pressing a thumb against that black wet nose of hers, Allison pictured the nose ring Rebecca had considered getting. “You’re right, it would look good on you,” she said, clenching tight to stifle the instinctive movements her victim made. “If you ever decide on it, let me know. I know a piercing specialist who would be open to working with a bound puppy like you.”


She let Rebecca hang still to better sort through her tool collection. Rather than have a rack of toys her play partners could see, Allison kept a rollout tool chest filled with them. She had a whole drawer of knives, one she’d shown Rebecca the second time she was down here, as well as clamps and impact tools. She even had a few wood clamps for titties, something she preferred over the itty bitty nipple clamps. Hardware stores had the best things if one knew where to look.


“Helga’s a bully,” Allison said, making sure each tool she took from the chest made an audible crash atop her table. “She’s a nice person, soft to her core, but she loves to physically overpower and degrade her partners. Something about making them squirm under her, making them beg, just gets her going.”


She pulled off her shirt and tossed it over at Rebecca like a living coat rack. “And while I haven’t seen her pet, your mistress, top that often, Helga’s told me she’s a bit more…expecting. Amy likes making her partners praise her. Worship her. The kind of girl that, if Helga didn’t have any say about it, wouldn’t mind being a pillow princess. I wonder if that has anything to do with ‘gifted child’ syndrome. Can’t say it’s my area of expertise, can’t take a needle to mental wounds.”


Rebecca said something, probably in defense of her mistress, but Allison paid it no mind. “Point is, both want something from their partners. All doms do, that’s just nature. But with me you don’t need to try very hard. While Helga wants you to beg and Amy wants your worship, I just need one thing; your screams.”


“Then why am I gagged?” Rebecca said, or at least she tried to say but that thick rubber ball wasn’t having any of it. Just as well, Allison liked the grunts better that way. The struggle, after all, was the fun.


“To quote a drawn-out song, ‘Cause you look cuter with something in your mouth’.” Allison grabbed the wood clamp before making her way back over. Rebecca flinched, too blind for it to do her any good as the rabbit took a handful of her tit.


“Still so perky,” Allison’s thumb flicked the hardening nipple twice before her hand squeezed. Like with anyone experienced in pain, Rebecca immediately took quick short breaths to fight through it. They were almost like music as the rabbit lined the wood clamp along the tit. Painstakingly she wound it down to clasp the boob, tight enough to not fall off and tighter still to hurt just enough. Then she moved on to the next, after which she stepped back to admire her work. Wood clamps weren’t meant for the body so they were bound to look silly on her. But they didn’t look comfortable either. Rebecca’s little reflexive glance at her tits despite the lenses helped sell that.


Of course, the nipples were aroused. Looked like they could cut diamonds if Allison weren’t careful. Better to cover them with a nice pair of metal clamps for the bunny’s safety. They even came with an adjuster just to keep them secure, and a chain to attach to the other.


“There’s something to be said about the build-up,” Allison said, biting her lip at the pitched grunts made behind the pitbull’s gag. “I could just smack you, and I will, but that slow rise of pain is almost like wine. It’ll hurt now, but soon it’ll be unbearable. Then you’ll cross a threshold where you think you’re fine, that it’s ok. I can’t wait to see how wrong you’ll be when I take them off.”


Still that nubby tail wagged. Hell, it got faster. In her twenties that would have pissed her off, and in a way it still did. But not with Rebecca. No, she was excited about how fast it could go, and what could make it stop.


Taking a metal knitting needle, she, ever so carefully, tapped it along the top of her plaything’s spine. Rebecca’s fists clenched and her back muscles tensed. “Careful now,” Allison chided, trailing the needle a hair’s breadth up, “One wrong move and I could cut you. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”


The needle was too dull for that. Rebecca didn’t know and Allison wasn’t going to tell her. As much as she liked her knives, a young thing like her best friend’s girlfriend’s play partner wasn’t someone she wanted to mark. Though now that she thought about it.


“You’re young, but I’m sure you’ve wondered how different your life could have been, right?” Allison asked, tracing figure eights along the pitbull’s body. She took Rebecca’s perked ears as a sign to continue her train of thought. “Let’s say, for fun, you didn’t crush on Helga’s bratty plaything. Let’s say you met me and my husband, and we ended up taking you in. Ever wonder what that’d be like? Living under the roof of a sadist and her enabler?”


Fingers of her free hand clasped the pitbull’s throat, “Of course, we’ve got enough kids. Sure only one of them lives in this house, but we’re not interested in raising a fourth. Maybe we’d just get you a nice bed down here, fashioned with four walls and a ceiling of black-barred steel and a lock for your ‘protection’.”


Now Allison wouldn’t do such a thing. She’d thought about something similar when she was younger, probably somewhere between Jack’s third or fourth attempt to win her heart, and concluded that it’d be more of a headache than it was worth. Not only would you need to feed them, clean them, and dispose of their waste, but you’d also need to ensure the police never found out about it. Now sure, cops leave most crimes unsolved and don’t commit many resources unless the victim is rich and/or famous, but the chances of getting caught shot up dramatically the longer she’d have her personal pain toy.


And Rebecca knew that. That didn’t stop her from indulging in the fantasy. Even Allison could see her lips curl into a smile behind that massive gag. Allison pressed the side of her needle against the pitbull’s neck like a knife blade, biting her lip as she watched the girl’s breathing strain.


“Hell, let’s say Jack wasn’t in the picture. Let’s be honest, he’d be too nice. Sure he’d love fucking your ass, but sooner or later his ol’ Jimmeny Cricket would start hollering about how wrong it’d be. So let’s just picture you, and me. I’d keep you locked down here, never let you see the sun cause why should you think there’s light beyond me? I’d shower you with love,” she flicked Rebecca’s reddened breasts, “My sharp, painful, love. And you’d be begging for more, wouldn’t you? Even as I hold a knife to your throat.” She inched closer, delivering her next words with a whisper, “Just. Like. This.”


Now was the part where Allison realized she jumped the gun. Not for Rebecca’s concern, the pitbull was a slobbering mess but she wasn’t trying to spam her safeword or throwing out her signal. No, Allison went too hard into the knife play because now she wanted to pretend she was slitting the girl’s throat. The only problem was that if she did, Rebecca would know the knife was a needle and it’d break the illusion.


“But not now,” Allison said, pulling the needle away, “No, I think it’s time I enjoy that tough little body of yours. You ever been whipped?” Rebecca’s ears shot up. Allison chuckled aloud, “Course not. Helga’s never evolved beyond the paddle, the crop, and the flogger, if she even bothers to go beyond her hand.” Not that there was anything wrong with that. A dom that didn’t know how to spank wasn’t trustworthy to use a tool. But Allison wasn’t Helga. She had a whip collection for a reason.


With the play space the size it was, she couldn’t use anything particularly long. She had to limit her whips to eight feet at max. Then she had to decide between a dragon tail, a bullwhip, a black snake, and more. Allison walked through her options three times before picking, though she picked it on the first. The rest were just watching Rebecca react to the wait. The pittie’s eyes kept trying, and failing, to follow the sound of her footsteps.


She picked a classic single tail, draping it over the pitbull’s back and even coiling it around her throat. “Feel that? That’s genuine leather. Handmade by a close friend in Fresno. One of my favorites. Jack hates it. Can’t stand more than a strike or two from it. But compared to you, he’s a big baby. Now, I could be fair and give you a number to hit, but quite frankly I don’t want to. I just want to whip you until my arm grows tired. How’s that sound?”


The fear on her face was delicious. Yet the tail still wagged. The rabbit wanted that to bother her, but it didn’t. Maybe it was because Rebecca, unlike other masochists she’d come across, wasn’t demanding the pain. Course she couldn’t tell if that was because of the gag, and Allison wasn’t in the mood to check for fear of ruining the atmosphere.


Plenty of people had eyes bigger than their stomachs. So she started with a few light strikes, both to get her arm into the swing of things and to gauge the pitbull’s reactions. There were a few twitches, some subtle grunts that sounded more like anticipation from the pain than anything else.


No, no that wouldn’t do. Allison put the whip down. “Let’s make this a little more interesting,” She said, grabbing a thin wooden rod and a stool. Plopping it beside the pitbull, Allison sat down and pulled one of those bare paws up. Being a former MMA fighter she was flexible enough to keep standing.


The rod whistled through the air. It cracked like thunder against the bare sole. Rebecca shrieked behind her gag, body reflexively curling into a ball. Allison kept a tight grip on the ankle and struck again, laying a thin pink line across the sole.


“Did you know there are around eight thousand nerve endings in our feet?” Allison said with a conversational tone between the strikes. “Varies from species of course, but feet can be pretty sensitive. It’s why it took so long for shoes to be a thing. Hell, some people still don’t wear them unless they absolutely need to. Makes sense, given that no one would want to be standing on fire.”


When the soles were nice and red, Allison moved to the next foot. Rebecca whimpered when her pained foot hit the ground, desperately trying to keep the pressure off. It made the muffled cry when the rabbit pulled the other up all the sweeter. “Seems obvious if you think about it. After all, feet are ticklish, and ticklish areas are just places with high amounts of nerves.”


With both soles raw and red, Allison grabbed her whip. At first, she admired how the pitbull kept trying to ease off each foot, stuck between deciding which one would take the most. She pulled her whip taut, figuring it best to give the girl another distraction, one that came with a wicked bite and a loud snap across her pert little ass.


Her cries made the soundproofing worth every penny. Streaks of red marks crossed her cheeks. Rebecca tried to sway but Allison predicted the movements with feinting strikes. She’d been whipping for longer than the pitbull had walked this sweet earth, ain’t nothing going to hinder her.


Feeling her arm strain Allison stopped to admire her work. She trailed a nail along the red marks, finding a road of sharp turns. A little press made the pitbull mewl into her gag. “Oh don’t be like that, dear, we haven’t finished. After all, this ain’t the right color yet.”


Taking a wooden paddle from her chest. Holes were drilled to help it sing. Before that, she dragged it along the sensitive little bottom, then pressed the edge along the pitbull’s cunt. She smiled at the wet sheen found upon it, licking it up like fresh blood to a knife.


The clap of her cheeks echoed through the air, followed by her screams and the subtle strain of her ropes. Allison held her steady for the paddling.


“I never liked corporal punishment,” Allison said while turning that pink ass purple, “All it does is encourage kids to avoid getting caught. Some might see it as a sign to always be good, but there are plenty of people who just get better at lying. I think the people that encourage it just want an excuse to beat people.”


By the time she reached that lovely shade, Allison tossed her paddle aside and clapped the pitbull’s cunt. The resounding wet slap and the shrieking gag were music to her ears. The tear-drenched cheekfur was art in her eyes.


She bit her lip and cursed. Of course now of all times, Jack had to be out of the house.


“Yes or no,” Allison pulled Rebecca’s head back to give her slack to shake or nod, “Helga tells me she and her bitch make you fuck them with a strap. That true?” The gagged pittie nodded.


Allison rarely used the dildos she owned. Jack didn’t like getting pegged and the last time she did he made sure to get his vasectomy. Normally she wasn’t too shy about something large given her husband’s size, but for Rebecca, she picked something more manageable.


Gagged screams bounded forth as the clamps came off. They were bruised and red, perfect for biting if Allison wished. She ignored them in favor of a cold approach to unlatching every bit of binding save for the gag and blinding contact lenses, then led the pitbull forward by the scruff of her head until they reached the basement bed.


“I know for a fact she doesn’t let you cum when being used. But you’ve been a good girl, so I’ll give you a chance.” Allison slipped the anchoring end of a feeldoe dildo into Rebecca’s folds. With care she lined it against her cock as she laid against the bed, directing the dog to start her thrusts.


They were slow going. No doubt the feeldoe was new to her, and the blinding contacts made it hard to focus. Allison held the girl’s hands to her waist to let her know where she was. Her breath tightened as they sped up, drool seeping from under the massive gag like thin ropes fraying under gravity’s weight.


“Is that all you’ve got,” Allison teased, digging her nails into the pitbull’s back with a hug. “Don’t tell me they just have you ram into them like a man. I already got a husband, slut, and he knows how to use that dick.”


Though inexperience might have not been the issue. Stamina, as it turned out, was. Rebecca’s legs buckled and the subtle signs of an orgasm washed over her. She collapsed over Allison, panting heavily. “S-Sorry, Miss,” she said after the rabbit frantically removed the gag, “Sorry, I…”


“Shush…” Allison held her tight, nails free of puppy skin, “You're fine.”




***




There was probably a word to describe how Rebecca felt watching the same woman who turned her ass purple making cookies. It wasn’t uneasy, nor was it comforting. Odd may have been the best word, but it didn’t feel right for her.


“Want to lick the spoon?” The light brown batter of gingerbread covered the wooden spoon in question. Rebecca passed it off, not interested in playing around with that time-honored tradition. Hardly fitting since she was naked and sitting on a cold pack.


Everyone seemed to have a ritual with aftercare. Helga, and by extension Amy who learned from her, preferred to cuddle after getting water. Mrs. Davis, after expertly spreading a numbing ointment over the bruises and marks she made, liked to bake. “How’d you think I got a big belly?” That is how her husband would explain it, often with a pat against his chubby stomach and a hearty laugh just short of Santa Claus. In hindsight, he’d make a good mall Santa.


“I know you’re more of a fan of sugar cookies but all I had on me was gingerbread mix from the holidays and brownie batter. Given your allergies…”


“I don’t mind,” Rebecca shrugged, “Not that you need to do this. Shouldn’t you be more dressed for this?”


Allison had covered herself in a pink apron and nothing else. She grinned, “It’s just cookies. Not like I’m making chili or anything.”


She didn’t have much to say in response. Rebecca did insist on helping to cut out the cookies, disregarding how much it hurt to walk on her feet. Even with the slippers, ones built for bunnies, it was like walking on sandpaper. She didn’t mind the pain, but it was different from enjoying a good strike from someone else. People called her a masochist, and Rebecca was to a point, but she didn’t enjoy hurting herself for no good reason. It did lead her down a few rabbit holes of information.


“Mrs. Davis?”


“Honey, we’ve fucked, you can talk to me on a first-name basis.”


“Right, sorry. Allison, you’re a sadist, right?”


The rabbit raised her brow at the question. “Ain’t it obvious?” She put a tray of cookies into the oven, “Or do I need to tan your hide some more?”


Blushing, Rebecca shook her head. “No, no, I’m good.”


“So why’d you ask?” Rebecca expected that to come off as annoyed, no one liked to be bothered with obvious questions, but Allison seemed intrigued.


“Well, it’s just that…real sadism, the kind most people equate to being evil,” she raised her hands as if holding a big sign for a disclaimer, “Not that I think you are evil. I mean, you’re a loving mother and a pillar of the community.”


“Doesn’t mean I can’t be evil,” Allison’s grin didn’t falter, “Evil’s complicated and people hate that. Easier to paint things we’re uncomfortable with as evil. You’ll notice that, depending on what side of the fence you're on, what is considered evil varies. Most people generally agree that liking to hurt others is evil, and I can understand why.”


“But you’re not evil.”


Allison hummed and looked away, “I don’t think of myself as such. Half the reason I went into medicine is to learn how to patch people up after I have my fun,” her grin went wide and wicked, “Of course, the other half was to learn better ways to hurt people. I was a curious girl.”


Rebecca’s chest fluttered but not out of fear. “You got a point to this?” Allison asked, “Cause talks about morality aren’t my usual go-to after a session.”


Rebecca nodded, “Well, I’ve read that true sadists don’t like true masochists because they get off on discomfort. I know I’m not a true masochist, at least not the self-flagellating kind, but what you do is more exciting than scary to me. Shouldn’t you find me annoying?”


Allison frowned, “If I did, I wouldn’t be making you cookies.”


“That’s not what I mean.”


“No,” the white rabbit sighed, “No, it isn’t. Yeah, I tend to find masochists annoying. Hard to drink in that fear if it’s ruined with pungent excitement. But with you…well, maybe I see a little of myself in you. I don’t like admitting that because it sounds creepy.”


“A little of yourself?”


Allison nodded, “I learned I was a sadist at a young age. Was a bully in elementary school for no good reason other than it was fun. Had to bury it under a blanket of guilt and shame after plenty of mixed messages from my folks. People tell you to be yourself, then get pissy when you express it. Sure it was wrong to hurt people, but I wanted to. I thought I was a psychopath until I learned what sadism was in highschool. Was like a lightbulb clicking on.”


“But I didn’t learn I was a masochist in school. I learned it from sessions with you.”


“Yeah, I remember the mess you made on my floor.” Pink-painted nails tapped the marble top of the kitchen island, “It ain’t how you discovered it, it’s the age you did. You’re young, Rebecca, young enough to be my daughter which adds a whole layer of fucked to our situation.”


“I’ve got plenty of fucked layers,” Rebecca laughed sullenly, “It’d make a depressing chip dip,”


“Which is why I want to help you figure stuff out. Didn’t have a mentor when I was your age. For a sadist, they can get by, but a masochist without a mentor is just an accident waiting to happen. So I think I get satisfaction in helping you embrace yourself. Or maybe I’m not as sadistic as I think.” She shrugged, “I try not to dig too deep into my feelings anymore. When you get as old as me, you either accept shit for what it is or lose yourself in it. I’ve got too many responsibilities to lose my shit.”


Rebecca understood some of that. “Do you think it’d be any different if you found me first?”


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