H.R.P

There’s this thing about bunnies, you see, that’s totally overplayed but no less true: they fuck like crazy.

Now look, biologically, Heejin is categorically, absolutely not a bunny. Not even a speck of shared DNA. Nonetheless, her undeniable cuteness, her fearlessness towards the world, the unbridled exuberance of youth, and her uncontrollable sex drive? If anything, the comparison between the two is uncanny. A sort of spirit animal, if you would.

Bunny ears are a very popular piece of attire in BDSM, particularly during HRP (Heejin Rope Play, yes, she named and abbreviated it). Heejin is typically chained, bound, handcuffed and/or gagged. Usually partially nude as well, if not completely; either way, she is made fully naked throughout what follows. But remember: the ears stay on.

She’s a pleaser, in so many ways. Whatever will get her fucked.

Heejin shows a talent for many things: Her body responds well to slaps; her mouth has a natural talent for pleasing cocks; her ass takes pain as readily as her cunt takes pleasure.

This is the eighth time this year (and it’s only February) that you’re opening to door to the HRP ‘burrow’ to see her, suspended in ropes.

Her arms are secured behind her in a box tie. Her wrists fastened to the centre of her back from which the rope secures her arms and shoulders too. The rope also laces around her torso, tightly compressed to strain her breathing and her legs are bound such that her heels are close to her ass and she is spread just enough that if you walked around behind her and dipped your hand between those legs… well, you get the picture.

A single line of rope loops under her jaw and connects to the back of the bindings at the top of her arms, holding her head upright. She has that mischievous grin on her face again—that pretty face with her soft lips and deep brown eyes. All framed in messy silver locks. Heejin is gagged, for now, a white cloth looped through her mouth and she wears those signature bunny ears.

You step closer, in silence, taking in the sight of her, just suspended like that, helplessly waiting. Waiting for what, you may ask? For you, of course. And you wait just long enough that the anticipation begins to wear on her. The grinning falters and a layer of frustration bubbles up behind those eyes. It would only be polite to release her from it soon, right?

A single twisted column of ropes suspends her from the ceiling, connected to some sort of pulley system, which allows you to make the needed adjustments for HRP. You turn the handle, and slowly, Heejin descends, her face passes by and you keep sending her lower and lower until her head is at your waist.

When the pulley’s mechanism creaks to a halt, you run your fingers through those tresses and grasp a fist of hair, pulling her head up against you. You lean down to whisper in her ear, “Hi Heejin.”

She leans forward, shoving her face into your crotch.

Alright, that’s fine, really, it feels good but where are your manners Heejin? Did you not learn your lesson last time? Let’s give her a couple of slaps of the leash then.

Her body tightens as you pull the rope to rotate her face away, so she can’t see what comes next. The rope cuts into the flesh of her well-marked thighs, she’s been in this thing so many times that the discomfort is mere afterthought.

Though you do wonder, just how much time they spend setting her up like this every day. But that’s a question that’s not here or now.

You take your first item of choice from the table of instruments. Her head rotates just a little bit, trying to see through peripheral vision what the ruffling of fabric means. You raise a simple leather cat 'o nine tails—your favourite type of whip.

The way Heejin’s body responds to pain is, in its special way, nothing less than enchanting. You strike it up, against the front of her thighs, a sharp—but not too hard—crack of the whip. As it meets her skin, her muscles tighten. An erotic noise of mixed pain and pleasure slips out of her, only just smothered by the gag and her breathing gets a little faster, a little more excited.

Strike number two. Over her midriff, causing a whine followed by a quick laugh. Another smile on Heejin’s face.

By the time you reach number ten, there are pink stripes on the inside of both of her thighs and across her stomach, and her breathing is noticeably shallower. Her cheeks are flushed. That sweet, playful grin, is painted with a bit of masochistic pleasure.

Pulling on the rope again, you spin Heejin back, until she faces you once more, pulling her mouth to you, again and taking the hand that was whipping her and removing the gag. “Say hello,” you say, grasping her throat.

There is no more fight in her today. “Hello master,” she says quietly.

Her teeth dig into her lip as she looks you in the eye and doesn’t know what else to say. But the look on her face is unmistakable: Heejin wants to taste your cock, and is asking you to let her have that privilege. How could you possibly deny her that?

You unbuckle your trousers and it elicits the happiest of smiles from Heejin. You let them fall to your ankles and her bottom lip falls too, her tongue flicks over her lips to wet them. So desperately she stretches out her tongue to no avail, and a whine slips out. You grin and Heejin scowls.

Thumb and forefinger on either of her cheeks, you tilt Heejin’s face upwards and admire the expressions on her as she strains her neck and shoulders, eager to reach the head, eager for a taste. You hold her just out of reach, smiling. A moment or two passes, each savoured, before you eventually put it past her lips, giving the prettiest bunny something to satisfy her urges.

Her tongue is always active. Wrapping and twisting and curving in circles. Cheeks draw in as her lips form a tight seal around you.

“Good girl,” you whisper. Heejin moans in response, and her tongue dances more animatedly, hungrily. Her cheeks tighten and hollow as she begins to bob her head up and down as best she can, no matter how tightly the ropes hold her.

At first, you hold still as the tip of your cock just barely breaches her lips, allowing an enjoyment of the sensation of a warm mouth sucking you off before sliding deeper. She goes eagerly, swallowing you down, trying desperately to please, and as a reward you lean in to grab Heejin by the back of the neck and start fucking her face, pushing until the head hits the back of her throat.

So many times has this bunny loved to swallow a cock that it doesn’t even phase her as you begin the familiar rhythm. Over and over, balls slapping against her chin as saliva and precum spill from her lips and her eyes glaze over. The sounds Heejin makes—her groans of delight, the sharp intakes of breath when your grip tightens, the sucking sounds her cheeks make as her tongue bathes you with spit. The erotic expression on her face. You just can’t stop.

All too quickly, your breathing picks up, Heejin’s lips suck, and her tongue snakes back and forth and circles. Your abdomen clenches and a pleasant buzzing tickles from the base of your cock to the very tip. There’s no stopping yourself cumming in her mouth now, not with those watery eyes, smudged with makeup, staring up at you pleadingly.

You grasp hold of the rope leash and forcefully thrust past her lips, as hard and as fast as possible, feeling the sensation rise as you tense and release the flood of hot, sticky semen into Heejin’s mouth.

Heejin tries her best to take it all, more content to choke on your cum rather than let it go to waste. Though the body can’t keep up with the mind and she coughs and splutters. It spills from the corners of her lips, dribbles down her chin and tears fall freely as the strain of gulping everything down at once becomes too much. Her pretty bunny face is ruined with spit and cum, smeared makeup and tear tracks.

You don’t really mind that it spills, the mess makes quite a sight. But for the sake of the roleplay, you can’t just let her get away with it. Lean down and speak with an audible pout.

“Come on now, Heejin. What have I told you about that?”

There is a lot of shifting in the ropes. Her entire body writhes a little to express the apologetic feelings bubbling up within. “I’m sorry. So sorry,” Heejin cries out between gasps for air. “Please punish me. I’ve been bad. I deserve it.”

Standing up straight, setting your gaze cold, the act is firmly established, you look down upon the young maiden with disappointment, and tell her, “Then I will discipline you.”

Heejin is obedient, always. Even now, knowing how many painful lessons her training has taught her, knowing just how thoroughly humiliated she will be, knowing full well what you are capable of doing and what you have in store for her, she cannot find the words with which to protest. She tries so hard to mask the excitement, but her face betrays her.

You turn to the table. On it lie an array of torturous implements, some simple, and others far more creative. These are the same toys she has suffered under time and time again, her knowledge of the painful joys and torturous ecstasy are vast. You start where you ended the last session, the new custom toy that had her writhing in delicious agony: on one side, it may look to imitate the simple fluffy tail of a bunny, but flipping it to the other, the weighted head with the bullet-shaped tip has proven an unmitigated success at delivering excruciating pleasure. This thing packs a punch.

You spin Heejin again, bringing her tight little ass into view, your finger runs along her bottom, right up the crack, pulling a twitch and shiver out of her. She struggles so hard to turn her head and look at what’s coming, but the ropes deny her. She has no idea what you’re lubing up behind her. Then you place cold, wet metal against her hole and her body jolts violently, a delicious squeal echoing throughout the room.

Getting it in is no longer the difficult part, you’ve been through that so many times that her muscles simply part ways, her tight hole embracing the smooth object, the further you insert it the tighter the fit; but with each millimetre it slides in, a powerful tingling shoots straight through her whole body.

It’s not that what scares her.

It’s what happens when you turn it on.

And now that it’s in, and that her muscles have tightened again and she’s trapped, trying to struggle and only serving to have the pressure dig in deeper. You reach down between her legs and gently stroke the top of that cute little clit. Coaxing her into relaxation—false security.

“Heejin…” You coo in a voice she trusts, so very much. “You know the rules of Heejin’s Rope Play, don’t you?”

She’s frozen, quivering like an insect about to be crushed, awaiting a painful end. She answers quietly, her voice almost too soft, but filled with apprehension: “No?”

A hard slap on her ass elicits a cry.

“Yes!”

That’s better. “And what do the rules say about wasting my cum? Do you remember?”

“I’m a needy bunny. And—and I should never waste a drop of cum because cum is my favourite thing ever and I crave it so much.”

It’d be a forgivable mistake to think the plug you slid into Heejin’s ass is just that and not a high-powered vibrator. It’s a mistake Heejin herself made in the last session, and the reality was far too much for her to bear. She should know now. She should know that when you flick this little switch onto 'low’ it’s going to shake inside her tight asshole.

You grip the switch, and tell her, “You broke the rule, Heejin.”