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Master Albegas had informed her two weeks ago to make sure that she had no plans on Easter Sunday, and although she did not have any, as she was sure that He well knew, Miriam would have more than willingly canceled. He was being mysterious which meant that it was going to be one of two possibilities. He was either planning on taking her on a romantic getaway for the day, just the two of them, or He was setting up a scene for her to participate in that would be a new and unique experience for her.

The night before when He dropped her at the apartment He kept her at in town He had told her that she needed to be up by seven in the morning and to check outside the door. That had been enough to hint to her that it would probably not be the former. She had hoped slightly that it would be, since it was a holiday, but she had known after being with Him for 15 years that it was never wise to try and predict what He was going to do or decide. And if it turned out to be a new scene that was excellent as well. Every time He thought of something new it always turned out to be hot, kinky and erotic. Master tried to never do the same scene twice, telling her that the memory would be enough to drive her crazy, and that was much better than trying to relive and recapture all the sensations of a moment.

She had not been able to sleep the night before and continually turned and looked at the clock on the dresser. Each time she looked it only seemed that five minutes passed, although it felt to her more like 20. The passing of the hours were painfully slow, and she remembered seeing that it was 5:45 before finally drifting away.

The sound of the alarm awoke her at 6:30, having been set to make sure that she was up and out of bed and at her door by seven as He had instructed. She sat up on the edge of the bed after shutting the alarm off, swaying tiredly and wishing she had at least another moment of rest. That would not do, she knew. Once she was on her feet and moving the excitement would override the tiredness of her mind and body. Miriam slid out of bed and went to take a shower.

Showering was one of those slightly risky operations of daily life. It was risky because there was always the possibility that she would get carried away, however since she had entered Albegas’s service He had worked with her to help her control her impulses. There had once been a time, starting from when she was 25 and going up until the time she had met her Master that she played with herself in the shower every single time she took one, and there had been a point when she would take four or five a day. Other than the high water bill it had not bothered Jesse, her ex-husband, but Master Albegas, once He found out, found it disturbing a sign that she lacked self control and was unable to avoid giving in to her own impulses. After that He had come up with clever ways to help her learn how to keep her hands off her own body everyday, and at one point she had been forbidden to have a massaging shower head for three years. In fact He had brought a plumber to her apartment to change the fixtures in both bathrooms and to remove the spray hose from her kitchen sink until He felt she could control herself.

Now she was only allowed to masturbate in the shower once a week, on Friday evening, unless she had special permission from Him to do otherwise. The masturbation rule was torturous because another of His rules was that she was to take a shower and shave her pussy every morning once she was awake and out of bed. As she scraped the four bladed razor along the right side of her pubic mound while warm water pelted her back she cursed Him in her head for His rule. She always kept anything out of line about Master in her head, even when she was sure she was alone, because she felt if she ever said anything bad out loud He would hear her no matter how far away He was.

Miriam made another pass with the razor. Her pussy was already juicy with anticipation and begging to be played with. Her nipples were hard as well, the red areolas compressed and bunched up to make them pop up like a pair of thumb tips. She really needed to do something to take the edge off on any day that there were secret plans afoot, but she had not asked Master’s permission for extra playtime because she had asked in the past when she knew plans were coming and He had become so tired of her asking right before each event the He had finally forbidden her to ever ask again if it was right before He was making plans for a scene.

With a last sigh of frustration she was finally done. She put the razor down and then picked up her bath flower and a bottle of the body wash that He had chosen to have her use. Miriam soaped up and scrubbed her body, thinking as she took the slightly scratchy flower over her shaven mound and sensitive nipples that, even when He was not there most of the time, Master somehow enjoyed the fact that she had to clean herself and touch those aching areas without being able to linger on them or play with them.

Pushing the thought out of her head she wrung out the bath flower and placed it on its hook. Then she took the bottle of lavender shampoo that Master told her to use and poured some into her hand. She washed her hair, rinsed and then conditioned it with the lavender conditioner that Master told her to use. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she let the conditioner do its work, thrusting her body out and letting the warm water rain down on her breasts and her belly. Miriam was careful to be close enough so that the water did not spray onto the little mound of flesh above her ready and willing pussy.

When she was done she dried in front of the mirror over the sink, then took her towel and attempted to wipe the fog off of its surface so she could get a look at herself. Her blue eyes sparkled and her short and permed blonde hair was just beginning to get its bounce back as it began to dry. She could see that her nipples were still hard, capping a pair of rounded C cup globes that Master had given her as a present for her 48th birthday because she had been a such a good girl those first dozen years they had been together and He had known she had never been happy with what nature had given her.

Unable to see any more of herself she looked down. Her stomach was tight and flat with the beginning ridges of a little six pack. Master had ordered her an Ab Worker for Christmas because she had said that she had wanted one, and she had finally gotten it out of the box and started using it the month before. Looking lower yet another gift from Master Albegas, a tattoo He had chosen for her after they had been together only six months. An inch and a half above her open gash was a cartoon cat with big innocent eyes laying on its side and curled into a ball with the tip of its tail brushing its nose. It had one arm raised up and it was holding up a picket style sign the said, LICK ME.

And as soon as the tattoo artist had finished her job Master had to her to lick-

Miriam opened her eyes, realizing that she had closed them and that she had been guiding her index finger to her now pulsing clit. Better not to think of that right now.

But it had been so hot and unexpected. Definitely her highest erotic moment up to that point. She was still married, allowing her Master/lover to mark her, a strange woman panting and gasping into her hot and wet pussy as He drove His hard cock into her ass.

Again she had to pop her eyes open and raise her hand back out from between her thighs. Glancing through the open bathroom door she looked at the clock on her dresser to see that it was 6:56. Time to get going.

After slipping on a silk blue robe with a koi fish pattern over her shoulders she went out of the bedroom and down the hall, through her small living space to the front door. She glanced to the clock on her satellite receiver and it read 7:00. Still she waited a couple of minutes more, just in case.

Opening the door she squinted. The sun was bright and she was still not used to the recent springing forward of the start of daylight saving time. The air outside was still unseasonably cold as the Winter of 2009-2010 kept proving that it was not going to end. Miriam was colder still because her short robe only came to just past her hips, and the front was open. Of course anyone else in the complex could have seen her, but it was Master’s rule that she always open the door this way for the express purpose that someone might see her. In the back of her mind she had always hoped for Him to send her a special delivery so she could receive it and seduce whoever came to her door whatever way He instructed her to. The two times the plumbers had come to exchange her fixtures Master had been the one to let them in as He kept her locked, bound and gagged in the hall closet, which had a louvered door, with a butterfly vibrator strapped to her pussy and set at its lowest setting.

Sweet torture. She had wondered and imagined many times what would have happened if either of those men had opened the door and found her.

However she had to push all that out of her mind because it was time for reality, and that reality possibly involved a scene that was going to happen very soon. In front of her apartment door sat a large basket wrapped in a clear plastic bag with cartoon eggs, bunnies and chicks all over its surface. As she stooped to pick it up, her heavy breasts dropping out of her open robe, Miriam immediately knew this was not the kind of Easter basket you picked up at the Publix or Wal-Mart or Axis Foods to give to a child. This basket was made of thick and heavy branches of wood that were woven and lacquered and meant to last. He had probably bought it at Michael’s or the Hobby Stop, then custom filled it Himself.

Miriam picked it up, appreciating its weight, and brought it inside, pulling the door closed behind her. She sat it on the coffee table, after taking the four or five brief steps to the living room, carefully placing it between a worn rawhide cigarette case with her name tooled onto the flap and her laptop. She picked up the case, a gift from Jesse when they had been dating, and opened it to draw out her morning Marlboro. Master only allowed her two cigarettes a day, one in the morning after she was up and the other just before bed. After lighting it she took a drag and sat the case back on the table before undoing the yellow bow that held the bag covering the basket closed.

She had been pleasantly surprised with the contents, and she had tingled with excitement knowing that the items had all been lovingly arranged, Him showing His romantic side toward her. There was a plush bunny, jelly beans, an assortment of chocolate eggs and candy, marshmallow chicks, a wind up chicken that laid bubble gum eggs, an old fashioned spinner shaped like an egg that revealed a white rabbit when the petals opened, in short a selection of traditional Easter candies and novelties. However there were other items as well, definitely neither Easter items nor traditional, at least not in the vanilla sense of traditional.

Digging into the grass she found a pair of twin Thruster Bunnies, one a pastel green and the other a pastel purple. The packages proclaimed they were, “just in time for Easter,” and made with extra firm jelly shafts. She ignored the speed and function information, already feeling a stirring in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t wait to use them.

One bunny in each hole, she thought to herself, a smile stretching her lips.

In addition to them was a Magic Carrot. The picture on the box revealed a single orange and carrot shaped bullet attached by a white wire to handheld remote.

Underneath where the Thruster Bunnies and the Magic Carrot had sat there was a pink envelope labeled, girl, in Master’s flourished scrawl. Under that was something she could feel was made of pink plush material. Miriam picked up the envelope and turned it over in her hands pausing to look at the front of it before she opened it.

girl

Her pussy got wetter. Master never called her anything but girl when he gave her instructions or there was going to be a scene. She quickly picked her cigarette back up and took a final drag before sitting it back in the ashtray to burn the rest of the way out on its own. She dug her thumb under the corner of the envelope’s back and gave it a jerk to tear it open. Then she reached in and slipped out the heavy paperboard card.

The card itself was egg shaped with the picture of someone in a big white Easter Bunny suit on the front of it, holding a basket in one hand and a carrot in the other. The inside of the card had been blank, the only wording there had been written by Master Albegas Himself.

girl,
Immediately dress in the clothing at the bottom of the basket and not a single thing more. (Also do not put extra clothing in your purse or car to bring with you.) The only things you may bring are the Thruster Bunnies. (Leave the Magic Carrot for later.) Just dress immediately and drive to Gao-Access. Park in the rear and enter through the side as you have done in the past and lock it behind you. Then go directly to the dance floor. Once the music begins so will the scene. DO NOT RESIST!

Happy Easter,
M. Albegas

Her heart now pounding Miriam slipped the card back into its envelope. In the back of her mind she was thinking she would place it with all the other cards Master had given her over the years later on. She reached back into the basket and picked up the plush pink garment and held it up to expose a pair of high heeled shoes that were nearly a matching shade of pink. It was so soft that it slid against itself and unfurled, revealing itself to her.

Miriam looked to the thing in her hand, feeling a confused look come across her face as she realized what she was holding. Master had sent her a, what looked to be a custom made, bunny costume.

-2-

Miriam did not waste any time thinking about the bunny costume after she got over her initial surprise and shock. As Master had instructed she had simply rose from the couch, slipping her robe off and then putting it on. Indeed it was custom made to fit her. Master was well aware of her exact measurement, and through the years He had sent her tailor made outfits from Paris, Milan and Hong Kong and dozens of other cities around the world He would visit.

However, this was very different.

She had put her legs in and pulled them up until the bottom of the suit molded itself to her ass and waist. The middle of the lower half of the suit was open
beginning at a v on the inner leg of both sides that started just above the knee, then opening wider at her crotch and extending just past her navel in the front and just past the cleft of her ass in the back. At first she thought it might gap as she moved around until she realized that the inside shell of the suit was a stretchy material like Spandex.

Miriam worked each arm into a sleeve, then reached back and found a hood attached to the back neck that had long bunny ears on it which she pulled up over her head. There was a zipper that started just below her generous gifted boobs that went to her neck. She pulled it closed, then sat down on the couch slipped on the heels. She smiled to herself as she got up, pausing only long enough to grab the Thruster Bunnies and her car keys before going to the door to head to Gao-Access immediately as her Master had instructed.

-3-

The drive to Gao-Access seemed to take forever, despite the fact that it was only across town and that there was only negligible traffic since it was Sunday and a holiday. All the way there she could feel her heart pounding and her pussy aching to be used, especially since it was exposed to the cool air by the costume that Master had sent her. She was finding it harder to resist the urge to do a little one handed driving on the way. However she knew she had to be extra careful as she drove.

What if she did get pulled over??!!

How mortifying and humiliating would it be to be caught by a police officer in that pink bunny costume?

What would happen?

And this put the idea in her head that if she was pulled over that she would be forced by the officer to let him test the amenities of her costume. In her head she saw herself pulled over on the shoulder, her hands cuffed behind her back and the side of her face pressed into the warm hood of her car as the officer opened her bare cheeks and stuck his cock-

Miriam had put both hands back on the steering wheel, trying to get the image out of her mind. She would be at Gao-Access soon enough, and there, she knew with no doubt, she was going to be used in a real scene.

-4-

Gao-Access was a dance club that Master Albegas had bought a couple of years before. Since then He had sent her there to be a part of a scene five times. Each time it had been a different idea of His, and each time was in a different part of the club. Miriam drove to the back and parked per His instructions. There were no other cars in the back lot, and that added to the mystery in her mind as she got out of the car, knowing she was about to be part of action that had yet to be revealed to her.

DO NOT RESIST!

He had used those instructions several times before, and each time it had turned out she had been sent to be used by someone other than Him, usually someone she had never met before but He knew well. Her blood continued to race as she turned over that inevitable possibility in her head. She sincerely hoped that this would not be one of those times He suddenly switched gears and did something she totally did not expect.

She went to the side entrance, Thruster Bunnies in the crook of one arm, and pulled the side door open. Walking through to the hallway that ran the back length of the building she eased the door closed and flipped the lock so it would remain closed and no unwanted guests followed her in.

Taking a moment she sighed to herself, feeling eyes on her. Looking up in a darkened corner she could make out the outline of a tiny camera, a little green light on its bottom, an indication that it was on. She knew her Master watched the door until He knew she was inside and had it locked as insurance that no one slipped in ahead of her when she was expected. She took a breath, then headed down the hall until she took the turn that she needed to get into the public restroom space, and finally to the dance floor.

-5-

To Miriam it was always a little unnerving to step out onto Gao-Access’s dance floor when it was dark and silent, and with no other people there. She had been there before Master had bought it, when it had been Club Electronica and she remembered the cavernous space had been filled with hundreds of bodies undulating, bumping and grinding. Once He had bought the club and changed the name she had been there at least once a month, and although it was not quite as busy as it had been the first time she went Gao-Access was still pretty full of dancing bodies. Without people, though, the warehouse sized space seemed five times as large.

As she took a step her heels clicked and echoed loudly in the silent club. She had a shiver, well aware that at least one set of eyes was watching her. Looking ahead she could just make out the DJ’s booth. Above that she knew was an office with a huge window that overlooked the dance floor, the manager’s office. That is where Master would be.

Miriam made it a little over halfway across the darkened dance floor when there was suddenly a loud click that echoed in the silent space, immediately followed by a bright spotlight falling onto her, causing her to squint and throw a pink plush sleeved arm up and over her eyes for a moment, still clutching one of the Thruster Bunnies. For a moment the only other sound was the electric hum the spotlight made from where it was sitting in the rigging above the dance floor. Then there was the sound of a snap coming through the speakers of the club’s sound system.

Listening Miriam could hear the clicking, popping and cracking of a needle reading the surface of an old vinyl record coming through the speakers. It made her realize that there had to be at least three other people there, Master Albegas, the person running the light, and someone in the DJ’s booth, who was more than likely the club’s current house DJ, DJ Simon. Music finally started playing on the speakers, a little tinny and slow, DJ Simon, if it was him, no doubt purposely warping the sound slightly. Just before the singing started Miriam realized that the song was ‘Here Comes Peter Cottontail’.

Movement ahead of her caught her attention as the lights came up just enough for her to make out here surroundings a little better. Just in front of her two card tables had been set up, and almost at her feet sat a padded kneeling bench that was placed to be off and centered from the tables. There were things on the tables, but she was just far enough away and the light was still just dim enough, that she could not make out what they were.

There was movement just beyond the lighted area, and what Miriam saw next caught her totally off guard. There were two people who appeared to be hopping, coming closer, but they weren’t just two people, they were two people in bunny costumes. She found that she just couldn’t help herself. Putting a Thruster Bunny box up close to her face she covered her mouth in an attempt to suppress a laugh.

Get out of town, Master. What the fuck was this?

As they came into the light Miriam could see that, although the two people hopping toward her were in custom made bunny costumes, the costumes they were wearing were distinctly different from hers. The first difference was that they had big rabbit feet for shoes as opposed to the spiked pink heels that Master had sent her. They also had mittened hands, where her costume had no hands. She assumed they zipped in the back because the only indication she could see of a zipper in the front ran from the navel area down. (She could only imagine, getting a little wetter, what that zipper was for). The costumes also had actual full heads, with googly eyes that seemed to jiggle and move wildly as they came to a stop. The heads were not the standard and oversized character heads, but were closely molded to fit a human head more snugly. On each face was a cartoony looking mouth, with a big open smile revealing a red tongue.

Miriam imagined the men, she was fairly sure they were men, were no doubt as hot as fuck in those heads.

And speaking of hot as fuck-

It was plain to Miriam that neither man was her Master. Both were tall, broad shoulders and chest plain in the custom made bunny costumes they wore. She found this ultra exciting, despite the weirdness of the situation. Master had never sent her to be used by two men at the same time before. She had been in threesomes with other men, and women, with her Master before, but she had never been in a threesome with two men where one of those men had not been Him. Miriam knew if the costume she was in had a crotch it would already be soaked by now.

Once they had hopped to her they stopped, and instantly the music stopped as well, again plunging the club’s dance floor into silence. Each suit was a different color, one pastel green and the other pastel purple, the same colors as the Thruster Bunnies she was holding, Miriam realized. Each stooped slightly, leaning their bunny heads up and giving them slight and quick jerks as if they were sniffing the air. Miriam stood fixed to the spot and watched, willing herself not to laugh.

Purple Bunny straighten up and smacked Green Bunny with a backhand that caught the edge of his shoulder. Green looked at Purple. Purple shrugged, then motioned to the card table behind Green. Shaking his head quickly Green stepped up to the card table and picked up a half-sheet of white poster-board and held it up.

Miriam squinted and read what was written on the poster-board in thick black marker.

HIT IT!

Immediately Bass Shock’s, ‘Dungeon Of Bass’, began to play. As soon as the welcome line at the beginning of the song went past and the techno-bass music began to play and pound from the club’s speakers the bunnies were dancing. And they weren’t just dancing, but dancing like a couple of guys who should have been on America’s Best Dance Crew. They were energetic and acrobatic, Purple turning a flip, then bending down and spinning on his head as Green wind-milled on the floor.

Miriam could not help herself. There was something about it that tickled her insides and brought a smile to her face. Making no attempt to hide it she shook her head and laughed as they danced.

As the song hit it’s musical bridge Purple Bunny danced over to the card table that had been behind him and picked something up. Then he danced his way over to where Miriam stood with Green Bunny following closely behind. Dancing right in front of her he worked to do something with his hand. As he held his hand up Miriam realized that he was holding a sticker at the tip of his right mitten, and in the dim light she could make out that it was a My Name Is______ sticker. Purple Bunny then put the sticker above his heart and moved closer so that she could read.

MY NAME IS MASTER JOKER

“Master Joker”, she read out loud, doing her best to ensure he could hear her over the music and through his costume head.

He pantomimed excitement, jumping up and down, then nodding yes.

Master Joker then worked to peel another sticker off the sheet. He got it off then moonwalked over and past Green Bunny, slapping it on his chest as he went by. Then Green skipped to her and leaned close so she could read.

MY NAME IS MASTER CYCLONE

“Master Cyclone”, she read, keeping her voice at the same level.

Master Cyclone nodded wildly, then did a moonwalk and a spin, stopping and grabbing his crotch as he pointed his free hand to the sky and rose up on his toes. It was no doubt meant as a tribute to the late Michael Jackson, because as soon as he had the pose struck ‘Dungeon Of Bass’ cross-faded into ‘Smooth Criminal’, although it was the Alien Ant Farm cover and not the King of Pop himself.

Master Joker did the Thriller Slide, making his way back to her. He still had the sticker sheet in hand and as he got up to her he held it up so she could see that there was still another sticker on the page. Her eyes widened as she read. The name on the final tag had been written by Master Albegas Himself.

MY NAME IS filthy slut!

Miriam felt her legs buckle as she looked at it. In her head she could hear Him calling her that. She knew the next time he talked to her, whether it was right after the scene, later that evening or even the next day, He was going to call her that and ask how she felt, being a filthy slut.

Master Joker took the sticker and slapped it hard against her left breast, sending a tingling shock through her nipple. She sighed, and her clit throbbed from under its exposed hood.

Master Joker held his arms to his side, hands bent up and out, and hopped around her. Bouncing in front of her he rubbed his chin with a mittened hand. Then he waved his arm and pointed to her hands.

Miriam looked down at the Thruster Bunnies. Remembering they were color coded she squinted to tell which one was which in the dim light. Once she determined the purple one was in her left hand she held it up, offering it to Master Joker.

Master Joker nodded and motioned wildly with his hands. He took the box and ripped the top off, dropping it aside as he dug into the box. He quickly pulled the Thruster Bunny from its box and threw the box to the floor. He held his prize high and turned it on. Then he held it in front of her face. It seemed to twist in a pair of jointed spots, moving up and down slightly as it did. Then he placed a hand over his mouth and pantomimed laughing as he moonwalked away.

Next Miriam saw Master Cyclone tap dancing toward her. She held out the remaining Thruster Bunny and he took it. Throwing his arms up he did the butterfly, and then after a moment did the running man. He repeated the same process as Master Joker had, ripping open the box and removing the dildo before tossing the empty box on the dance floor. When he presented it to her and turned in on she could see that it was pumping up and down. He then sashayed away, coming to a stop in front of his card table.

Once they were both standing in front of their tables the music came to a stop. Miriam waited with baited breath as there was a long pause as they each picked up another half-sheet of poster board from their card tables. She shivered as the room went dark again. It only remained black a moment as several spot lights came on. They went back and forth across the dance floor, going around and around, occasionally illuminating the Bunny Masters. Finally they all came together on one spot to illuminating the kneeling bench.

Miriam did not need anyone to tell her what to do. She silently walked the last couple of steps to the bench and straddled it, easing herself down on the padded, leather leg rests. She put her chest down on the leather padded and raised middle, letting her breasts hang over the end. Then she put her hands on the wooden hand bar.

The spotlights on her position went out, and immediately two more clicked on, one on Master Cyclone and the other on Master Joker.

Master Cyclone held his Thruster Bunny up and straight out with his right hand. Then he flipped up his poster board with his left.

CYCLONE

Master Joker held his Thruster Bunny up and straight out with his left hand. Than he flipped up his poster board with his right hand.

JOKER

Master Cyclone flipped his poster board over.

HENSHIN!!!!!!!!

The sound effect of a motorcycle engine being revved up played over the club’s speakers.

Master Joker turned and looked at Master Cyclone. Master Cyclone flicked his Thruster Bunny hand and shrugged. Master Joker shook his head, flipping his own card over to reveal a picture of a screw and a baseball. Miriam laughed as she knelt on the bench watching them, she was unsure if what they were doing meant anything to anyone other than themselves but she still found the situation humorous nonetheless.

The two Bunny Masters looked at each other. Then they stepped to their respective tables, sitting aside the dildos and poster board cards. As she watched Miriam could see them picking up a different object from each table. Her eyes widened, and her pussy grew just a bit more damp, as she saw what they each had. She squirmed, her belly rubbing against the center portion of the bench as she wiggled her ass.

Master Cyclone held up a long and thin black paddle. Turing toward her he ran a hand up the side. Master Joker put a hand to his face and pantomimed laughter. He too had a paddle that was shaped like a hand on a stick.

Music began playing over the speakers. It took only a split-second for her to recognize it as one of a thousand versions of ‘The Chicken Dance’. As the into played on it was overlaid with a voice hiccupping, “SPUH-, SPUH-, SPUH-, SPANKING TIME! -TIME! -TIME!”

It was followed closely by another voice yelling, “LET THE FINAL ASS BEATING COMMENCE!”, as the polka burst into full rhythm.

The two Bunny Masters went straight to where Miriam knelt on the bench. They skipped around her until the music paused for four beats going, DUNT, DUNT, DUNT, DUNT. Master Cyclone stood in front of her rubbing his crotch. Master Joker was behind her, and with each of the “DUNT” beat he hit her hard on the left ass cheek with the paddle. Miriam herself punctuated each strike of the paddle with a little moan of pleasure, then unable to hold back she laughed.

The music changed into its normal rhythm again and they danced around her. When the four beat pause came this time Master Joker was standing in front of her. Stepping forward he put his crotch in her face and ground against it, the zipper rubbing roughly against her lips. It was more than apparent that he had a huge and hard cock behind that zipper. From behind Master Cyclone struck her right ass cheek with his paddle on the four beats. This time she moaned and sighed a little louder, her pussy spasming.

Miriam sighed again as the music went back to its normal rhythm. Are they going to keep this up for the whole song?

Her pussy, anal rosebud and nipples all tingled.

God I hope so.

At the pause and four beats Master Joker spanked the left side of her ass with the paddle at each beat again as Master Cyclone put his hands to his eyes and pantomimed crying. Then the music went back to its normal rhythm as they walked quickly around her. Then the pause came again. Master Cyclone gave his four hard shots to the right side of her ass as Master Joker rubbed his hand shaped paddle lightly across her cheek.

God, Master, this was heavenly painful.

A long musical bridge hit and they skipped around and around her, their paddles held high, trailing their free hands along her side. Miriam took a breath, knowing the pause and four beats were coming again. However she had apparently forgotten how long the bridge lasted, it seemed to be taking forever. She shivered and sighed each time their hands trailed along her sides, despite the fact that there was no skin on skin contact, just the plush furs rubbing against each other on the outside of their costumes.

Oh, God, Miriam had a sudden realization. If this was what they were going to do through the entire song, then what would they do afterward??!!

Master Cyclone stopped in front of her and jerked down the zipper at the front of her bunny suit several seconds before the pause came. As her breasts were pulled out the zippered hole by gravity he covered his mouth, pantomiming an, ‘Oh, my,’ gesture. He reached out with his mittened hand and rubbed her left breast as the pause came and she sighed, feeling a charge going through her body as her nipple was brushed by the plush material of his hand mitten.

DUNT

Master Joker paddled her left ass cheek hard.

“Oooh,” she gasped.

DUNT

He hit her harder.

“Uhhhahhhn.”

DUNT

Harder still!

“Ahhhhhh,” she cried.

DUNT

Master Joker’s final hit with his hand paddle was backed by the strength of tightly tensed muscles.

CRAAAAACCCCKKKK!

“NNNNNNNNAHHHHH, G-O-DDDDD!,” Miriam cried, arching her back and raising her head as she gripped the hand bar of the kneeling bench in a white knuckled death grip. She felt her legs buckle, and at the same time she was aware she was sweating profusely at her hair line underneath the hood of her bunny costume. “MMMMMMMM,” she moaned, tucking her lower lip under her teeth as an orgasm that caused her knees and elbows to jerk hit. Her pussy spasmed and she felt a hot gush of liquid spray out for an instant, then trickle down the exposed part of her inner thighs. Master Cyclone squeezed her nipple hard with his mittened hand and this caused her to have another, medium sized, orgasm that was accompanied by a momentary increase in the flow of her cum running down her legs.

They were dancing around her again, spinning in circles as they did before her second little climax had fully subsided. Sweat was now beginning to bead on her forehead, making it feel as cool as the area in her hairline that was already becoming soaked.

DUNT

Master Cyclone struck her right ass cheek with his paddle.

“Ua-HA!,” she choked, drawing in a ragged breath.

DUNT

WHAM! He hit her at a different angle, the length of the paddle catching a little of her left cheek as well.

“YEEEEAHA!,” she cried.

DUNT

He hit her ass again.

“Yes, please,” she begged.

DUNT

WAAHAMMM!

“Oh, more, PLEASE, SIR!”

Miriam was reeling, her arms shaking as she held herself up on the hand bar and they danced around her again quickly, patting her bare ass and rubbing her cheek as they did. She had never been in a situation so erotic before, and so kinky. Master had come up with a delicious scene, and she knew it was only getting started.

This time when the pause came Master Joker switched things up. Instead of hitting her on her firm and round left ass cheek he aimed for the space just below her ass on the inner thigh. With each hit there was at least one of the “fingers” on his paddle striking her engorged left pussy lip as well.

DUNT

Smack!

“Uhhhhaa!,” she cried.

DUNT

Smack!

“UNNNNAOOOO!”

SMACK!!

“Uh-fff-fff-ffftttt,”, she hissed, and orgasmic tingle building from the pit of her stomach.

DUNT

WHAAACKK! Master Joker’s last strike caught more labia than thigh.

Miriam sat up on the kneeling bench, her hands letting go of the hand bar as she cried out in a fit of pleasurable pain. A burst of hot cum poured out of her pussy. “Ah, ah!,” she panted. “OH, MY G-O-DDDDD!”

Now the dance and everything else seemed to be on hold for a long moment. For Miriam, having to wait those few seconds as the Bunny Masters pranced around her was the torture. She wanted to be padded without it stopping. Sweat ran down her face as she lowered herself back and took the hand bar. She wiggled her ass, sweaty and sticky from her female ejaculate. Then she relaxed it, waiting in anticipation as the music paused.

DUNT

Not to be outdone by his partner Master Cyclone, this time, hit the spot where her right ass moon joined the leg, using an underhanded swing and catching several inches of the underside of her leg. Pow!

“Nummmmm.”

DUNT

Pow! He hit her in the same place again.

“Ha-uh-uh-uha.” Miriam felt as if there were ants running up and down her legs.

DUNT

POW!!! This time Master Cyclone gave her an even harder shot to the same spot.

“God,” she panted. Master Joker was standing in front of her, she realized, pulling down the zipper at the front of his costume.

DUNT

CRRR-AAAA-CCCKKKK!!!!! Master Cyclone hit her with what felt like all of his strength. He had switched back for the last blow, striking over handed, the tip of the paddle catching a bit of her left cheek as well.

“Mawwwaah!” Her legs spasmed as she had another little orgasm. From below she felt a light trickle of liquid running down her thighs, and on top sweat was already dripping off of her forehead.

Miriam raised her head, and it felt a little swimmy. She didn’t know what it was, if she had just been so ready, or if the situation was so unexpected and kinky, but she felt spent, and she still knew things were barley even started. Maybe it was the bunny costume. It did have two layers of material and it was making her sweat more than usual over a little paddling. She felt soaked at the shoulders and small of her back as well. By the end of the scene, whenever that would be, she felt certain that she would be able to take the costume and wring sweat out of it.

The second bridge was already going before she realized it, that long musical interlude where the spankings stopped. The sound of a bird call water whistle that was part of the song seemed to make her feel just a bit more dizzy as it played along. This time the two Bunny Masters were doing things other than just brushing their hands down her sides as they moved around her. Now they had other ways of torturing her already sensitive body.

Master Joker had indeed opened the zipper at the front of his costume as Master Cyclone had paddled her. Each time he danced in front of her he either gave her a light smack on the cheek with his hand shaped paddle, or slapped his hard cock against her lips. She did try to catch him a couple of times, but to no avail. Things were blurred enough for her not to really see what it looked like, or how big it was, but judging from the feel of the velvety head as it touched her face or was pushed across her chin he had to be huge.

Master Cyclone focused his assault on her senses from the other end. When he would go around behind her he would take his plush mittened hand across her ass, or use it to rub her pussy. That was sweet torture, because with each touch her flow of juices would increase just a little to trickle down her thighs and each time it slowed to barely drops was when he made it around to touch her again. He also rubbed his mittens across her face as he passed up front, ensuring she felt her own wetness on her cheek.

God, Master. Nothing would ever top this.

How could anything?

And what would happen next after the song finally ended? Surely that would not be it, would it?

Feeling another slow building orgasm starting with the tingling in her clit, and knowing that any moment the bridge would give way to the steady polka tune followed by that split-second pause and the four beats, she truly hoped there was more.

A lot more.

When the pause and the four beats come this time Master Cyclone was standing in front of her. He took his own zipper now and reached in with mitten covered fingers to tease his cock out. Miriam could tell he was big, the head capped with a good sized knob, and he had to be hung just as well as his Bunny Master partner seemed to be. As Master Joker popped her ass with his hand shaped paddle for the four dunt beats, and as she gasped and moaned, Master Cyclone gave his cock a jerk on each of the beats, barely an inch from her eye.

They were off once the music returned to its normal rhythm, this time swinging their hips to make their cocks swing back and forth each time they came into view. Master Joker put his crotch right against her face when the pause came and he was standing in front of her, his hot and hard cock mashed against her nose. Each time that the dunt beat hit and Master Cyclone paddled her right ass cheek Master Joker ground himself hard against her face, lightly muffling her moans of pleasure.

Again the music went to its normal rhythm and they danced around her. Both Bunny Masters had their cocks in hand, gripping them and holding them up as they patted the air behind them with their paddle hands as if they were riding invisible stick horses. One again Miriam, as drained and reeling as she was feeling, could not help but to laugh at loud. She had never though, it had never even entered her mind, that comedy and domination could go so well together hand in hand.

At the pause Master Joker was behind her, no doubt in that split second before the dunt beat lining up his shot at her exposed left ass cheek with his hand shaped paddle. This time with each paddle strike Master Cyclone took his cock and pressed it to her lips. Miriam, unable to resist, parted her lips slightly and kissed it each time, softly and quickly right on the end. Master Joker’s paddle shots had not been as hard this time or the time before, nor had Master Cyclone’s. She had no doubt that they had something in mind for the finale.

God, Master, it’s going to be something fantastic, she was sure.

Master Cyclone got behind her and gave her his four shots to the right side of her ass cheek, and again he was holding back. With each shot on the beat Master Joker, who had his hands on his hips, swung his waist, to pop her in the lips with his cock on alternating sides with each paddle shot.

When the third and final bridge came the two Bunny Masters continued their sensual assault on Miriam’s exposed body parts. They quickly alternated as much and as fast as they could, one rubbing her ass and pussy and the other rubbing her nipples with mittened hands. Occasionally one of them would slap her ass or face lightly with a mittened hand before they moved on to dance around her and change ends.

Miriam again took the time to wonder just how Master Albegas would ever top a scene like this. And more to the point she wondered what His intentions would be once the scene was over. He did not always use her again immediately after a scene He was not participating in was over, but that did not mean that He might not choose to do things differently as He had that way of doing to keep her guessing.

As the song went out of the bridge and the main rhythm resumed it did so at a slower pace. The two Bunny Masters stalked a little more slowly, paddles raised high. Miriam shifted her weight from knee to knee in anticipation. She found it funny, because she felt someway that the smiling faces on the Bunny Masters’ heads seemed to project whatever they were thinking and how they were feeling despite the fact that the expression was permanently fixed on both.

Master Cyclone stopped in front of her, paddle held up and slung to his shoulder like a baseball player’s bat. With his free hand he slowly stroked his cock, going from the base at the zipper to the head as if he were trying to milk a cow. Miriam of course knew that he was getting ready to put the head against her lips again as his Bunny Master partner paddled the left side of her ass.

DUNT

Master Joker paddled her a little harder, and seemingly slower than before. POW!

“NU-mph!,” she moaned. Master Cyclone had not offered his stiff cock for kissing, but instead pressed his crotch into her face as his partner had done before.

DUNT

His second hit was slightly harder. WHACK!

Miriam’s legs tensed a little as she moaned into a face full of plush bunny costume crotch.

DUNT

WHACK!

The tensing continued, and she felt it the most behind her knees. Her face felt as if it were in a steamy plush blackness as Master Cyclone pushed her head down and held it to him.

DUNT

CRR-AAA-CCKKK!

“Nmmmmmmmm,” Miriam moaned into Master Cyclone’s crotch, he had not budged or relaxed his arm yet. Her pussy gave a slight spasm. A sign that although her next orgasm was building that she was not quite there yet.

Miriam let out a breath, feeling slightly relieved as Master Cyclone stepped back. There was a cool rush of air that made her face feel cold as it hit the sweat now pouring off her forehead. She took a breath in and she sputtered as it went ragged as she sucked it in across her lips.

Once she had time to focus she realized the it was nearly time for the pause and four beats. Master Joker was standing in front her using his hand shaped paddle to brush a few errant hairs that had slipped down from the inside of her bunny hood and away from her face. The ears of her hood, she noticed, were beginning to droop slightly into her line of sight.

DUNT

POW! Master Cyclone gave her a good shot against her right ass cheek with his paddle, and at the same moment Master Joker tapped her left cheek with his paddle.

Miriam closed her mouth and drew in a deep breath.

DUNT

CRACKKKKK! Master Cyclone hit her again. Again Master Joker gave her a tap on the face, just a bit harder.

“Ahhha.”

DUNT

WHACK! Master Cyclone gave her ass another good hit, while Master Joker hit her facial cheek hard enough for it to make a light sound.

“Ohhha.”

DUNT

CRRR-AAAA-CCCCK! Master Cyclone gave her another shot with the paddle that seemed to have required all his strength. Master Joker hit her face with the hand shaped paddle hard enough to again make an audible sound and now just hard enough to sting a little.

“Nuhhhh-AH!,” Miriam moaned. “Ffffft-fffft, GOD!” It felt good and she felt her pussy cinch up slightly and a little trickle of cum seep down her leg, but it was not enough for the real big orgasm which was still building, waiting in the wings.

The music got faster, slightly faster than the normal cadence. The Bunny Masters were a blur of paddles and swinging cocks shrouded in pastel purple and green as they danced a circle around her. As Master Joker paddled her Master Cyclone slapped her face lightly with a mittened hand. It was more than obvious to her that Master Albegas had told both of them everything that He knew would drive her crazy.

When they switched positions for the next four beats and paddle strikes Master Joker took his cock and smacked her hard and quickly on the lips each time Master Cyclone paddled her ass. She could feel the puckered little rosebud between her cheeks tingle and flex. With all this ass beating that hole was dying to be used, and she prayed to her Master under her breath as she was paddled that He had told them they would need to play with it and torture it once she had had a real good paddling.

The music played on, even faster, meaning it would only be mere moments before Master Joker was spanking her with his paddle again. Miriam could taste the sweat dripping off her upper lip. She could feel the fluttering in the pit of her stomach, the sign that she was about to make it to the big one, but she sill hadn’t gotten back there, even with all the kinkiness and the anticipation and the paddling that had been going on. In hindsight she would realize that ‘The Chicken Dance’ probably only lasted between three and a half to four minutes, and she would always remember it as three and a half to four minutes of sweet heavenly torture even before there was any penetration.

Master Joker came to a stop behind her and laid in four hard shots dead on her left ass cheek with his paddle. Each stinging contact made her squirm and moan, but it still was not enough. Because of the speed of the music there was nearly no time before Master Cyclone was behind her and doing the same thing on the right side. Miriam felt a burning ache in her legs and her knuckles began to throb as she held the hand bar of the kneeling bench. Still she didn’t cum, not even a little bit. Her nipples seemed to pulse and tingle as her gifted globes swung back and forth slightly with each blow of their paddles.

I’m going to cum the next time, she was sure. The song was almost over, and the Bunny Masters had everything so planned, under Master’s guidance no doubt, that it had to be part of her plan to make her cum.

‘The Chicken Dance’ came to its fastest part, in a way the climax to the polka itself. The music went a little faster and the anticipation and her thoughts were enough to push Miriam over the edge before Master Joker padded her ass on the first dunt beat. She gasped, shivering and moaning out before his hand shaped paddle even made contact with her flesh. A spasm radiated from her clit and went through her pussy to make it clench up, then up through her whole body before, making her nipples ping with the beat of her heart and then quickly traveling back the other way to end with an electric throb at the apex of her clit before making the circuit back through her body again. When she cried out Master Joker hit her twice as hard, as if frustrated that she had vocalized her pleasure before he hit her. As the rolling wave of her orgasm traveled up and down her body again he hit her twice more, harder each time, keeping up with the quickened pace of the music.

Miriam gripped the hand bar, slowly lolling her head from left to right as she continued to be rocked by her orgasmic wave. Eyes closed she could still feel sweat pouring from her hairline and down her face. The music seemed muted, covered by a disembodied roar in her head. As she felt her clit throb with another electric tingle she felt her pussy beginning to tighten and clench.

DUNT

CRACK!

“NNUUUUHHHHAAHH!” Miriam had been so lost, drifting into subspace, that she had momentarily forgotten the Master Cyclone was still due at least four more paddle strikes. It only helped. She had relaxed, her bottom not tight or holding the slightest tension at all.

DUNT

WHHH-AAAA-CCCKKKKK!

“UHAAAAAAAHRRRRAH!” Miriam’s nipples stung as if they had been struck at the same moment. Her legs sagged, being pulled against by the sweat soaked black leather that covered the leg rests of the kneeling bench, as a hot gush of cum poured from her pussy, and somehow she was aware enough to think that if Master Cyclone was standing close enough he was going to be soaked.

DUNT

WHHHHAAA-AAA-CCCCKK! Master Cyclone hit her harder.

“NUUU-HUHAH-OH-GODDDA!” The tip of the paddle felt wet, confirmation she was expelling enough to squirt hard, and knowing this was enough to fuel her own excitement even more. Her back and shoulders tensed as she felt another hot and squirting gush being expelled from her pussy.

DUNT

WHAM-MMMMMM! Master Cyclone’s last blow was strong and stiff armed as a couple he had given her earlier had been.

“Fttttt-ftttt-ftttt. Nuunn-Nuuunn-NUUUUUUNNNN-AH!”

As the song came to an end Miriam lowered her head down, resting in on her forearms as she expelled another hot gush of liquid from her pussy. It was quickly followed by another, although with very little force, her hot and sticky lady cum just running down her exposed thighs. She closed her eyes, gasping for breath. It was the end, but she was also very aware that it was only the end of the beginning.

-6-

There was a pause, maybe a full minute, but Miriam was sure no more than that. Everything was silent except for her gasping for breath in the again eerie silence of the club’s dance floor. She was covered with sweat, that much very apparent from the feel of her cheek against her tense, yet shaking, forearms. Her forehead, shoulders, small of her back, and especially at the knees where the fabric of her suit restarted were all soaked with her sweat, the lower legs soaked with her cum as well. For a moment she wished she could take off the hood of the bunny costume and shake her hair out, but she knew without having to be told that that was not allowed.

Suddenly there was noise. Kris Kross’s ‘Jump’ began to play on the club’s sound system. As it did several lights came on and off in the rigging above the space, and somewhere else above a mirror ball was spinning, its reflective shards of light spinning slowly around the room. Miriam raised her head, and almost as she expected she saw the two Bunny Masters jumping up and down and dancing to the music. Again she found that she could not help but smile, Masters Cyclone and Joker seemed to convey a lot of attitude to match the song, even through the costume heads that gave no indication of what was really on the faces of the two men. She laughed louder as she realized that their cocks were still hanging out of the front of their suits, bouncing up and down each time they jumped.

‘Jump’ quickly cross faded into a foreign song with a fast dance beat that she did not recognize. Miriam had developed, what she considered, a very good ability to identify songs, especially ones that were played in the clubs that Master Albegas owned, but this one was new to her. She was sure it was distinctly something Japanese as she picked up a hand full of English words, like “…crime and…city…” and “…welcome to windy city…”.

The Bunny Masters, it seemed to her, knew exactly what they were dancing to. They moved fast as they danced to match the beat, doing fairly well in their oversized bunny feet. They stopped after a couple of minutes, jumped up and down in place, and as their feet touched the floor one last time the song ended and the lights went down to the point that the room looked hazy.

“Do you love your husband, Miriam?,” it was her Master’s voice coming over the speakers. Underneath it was soft music played at a low level, a bass tone hitting every few seconds to reach above the level of the lighter background music.

Miriam took a breath, feeling her insides tingle. She remembered the conversation. It had been one the Master Albegas had recorded of them talking in the early weeks of her service. She felt a chill go down her spine.

“I-,” her own voice said. “I still like him, Sir.”

There were violins playing long and low notes to join the other music in the background.

“But you do not love him?”, Master’s voice questioned.

Miriam shivered on the kneeling bench.

“No,” her voice came back, seeming to echo.

“No?,” Master questioned, His voice had that same echoing quality as it come from the speakers.

“No, Sir,” Miriam replied from the kneeling bench at the same instant that her voice come from the speaker system. It was a conversation she knew by heart. Master pulled out the recording at least once a year and she listened to it with Him.

“You know what that makes, you, girl?,” He questioned.

“What, Sir?”, her disembodied voice questioned.

Miriam could feel the tingle in the pit of her stomach again. She felt her eyes rolling back in her head as she drew a ragged breath. She was dying to touch herself, but very aware that she was not supposed to without being told.

There was a long and deep bass drop that echoed on for a moment over the soft background music.

“That makes you a filthy slut,” Master’s voice finished.

To Miriam it felt almost as if the My Name Is_____ sticker on the left side of her bunny costume chest was getting warm. She wanted to peel it off and put it on her bared breast, but again she knew it was something else she did not have permission to do on her own.

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed, in the present and over the club’s speakers.

“You are still married, but more than willing to play with someone else,” His voice went on.

“But, you-,” her voice began.

“Do not interrupt,” He told her, His voice stern.

Miriam’s nipples were still rock hard and throbbing. She tensed her legs at the bend, jerking them slightly. It felt as if a single tear of her cum was sliding down the inside of her left thigh from her moist pussy.

“I does not matter who it is with, even if it is with Me,” Master Albegas’s voice continued. “You are still a married girl, and that makes you a filthy slut. It is what you are and what you always shall be.”

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed in unison with her voice on the speakers.

The sound of the violins became a little louder, then went very low.

“Do you know what One is going to have to do to you, filthy slut?,” He questioned.

“No, Sir,” her voice returned.

“Things,” He replied, his voice sounding very distorted on that word. “Kinky things.”

There was another long and drawn out bass tone. As it faded so did the rest of the music for a moment.

“Master?,” her voice questioned in the silence.

“I am going to have to punish you,” He said. The music came back, the violins beginning to play a frenzied and screeching tune.

A spotlight came on, illuminating Master Cyclone. He raised a hand to reveal he was holding a ring gag draped over the mittened fingers of one hand. He was standing by his card table, and she could see that his crotch was zipped, his cock put away.

“I am going to have to torture you, filthy slut,” His voice finished, the whole phrase a little more distorted.

“Y-yes,” her voice whispered over the speakers, a mix of fear, anticipation and lust.

“I am going to work that nastiness out of you, even if it takes the rest of our lives, My filthy slut,” His voice continued.

Another song began to fade in, Danzig’s ‘She Rides’. It played for several seconds, filling in the pause before she made further response. Master Albegas had played ‘She Rides’ the very first time they had fucked, and on that evening He had taken her slow and sensually as He attempted to match the tone and rhythm of the music.

Another spotlight came on, this one illuminating Master Joker. He looked to her, cocking his head. In one hand he held a nice sized carrot, and in the other he held what appeared to be a butt plug. Like Master Cyclone he was standing by his card table, the zipper at his crotch closed and his cock also put away.

Oh, God, she could hear herself sighing in her head.

“Y-yes, please, Master S-Sir,” her voice stammered over the speakers.

Miriam squirmed on the keeling bench. She had been beginning to get cold, but slowly the fire within her began to build again.

“Are you certain?,” Master questioned.

There was another deep and long bass drop as the last remnants of the soft music and violins disappeared into ‘She Rides’. Miriam now felt sure that it was DJ Simon who was taking care of the music personally. No one did it better, and she knew that he was the only one of Master’s regular employees that He would trust enough to be allowed to see a scene.

“Yes, Sir.” She had replied with a breathless, yet girlish voice.

Master Joker and Master Cyclone each took a step in unison toward the kneeling bench.

Miriam drew a deep breath and sighed, dying for the Bunny Masters to do whatever Master Albegas had instructed them to do to her.

“We shall begin now, filthy slut.” His voice came out a little garbled at the end.

“Yes, Sir,” Miriam again replied in a breathless voice, both over the speakers and from the kneeling bench.

-7-

As ‘She Rides’ continued to play Miriam remained still, holding the hand bar on the kneeling bench. Master Cyclone stepped in front of her and stretched the leather straps attached to the ring ga