A trip to the park

The walk through the lobby of the building was fun.

Well it was fun watching Ulla try to hide behind corners and such, with special interest in trying to keep her face from being seen.

There weren’t that many people around, but every single one of them sure had trouble looking away from the sexy bunny girl trying desperately to follow me.

Did they recognize her? Probably not. I mean she’s only known as a writer, not a face, but I’m sure some of these people had seen her in the building before.

Maybe I should’ve publically berated her, told her to walk proudly and smile. But it’s never a good idea to push things too far too fast. Just this walk alone was probably already one of the hardest things she ever had to do.

Going outside was even that much harder. When she saw me exit the building, I had to wait one full minute before she had the courage stepping outside as well.

When she finally click-clacked her way to me in her bunny-themed high heels, all I could do was shake my head disapprovingly.

“Keeping me waiting. Another minus point.”

“Just-“ she started, clearly ready to explode at me, but ended up biting her tongue. Then she did a very smart move indeed. “I’m s-sorry. …Boss.”

Wow. I didn’t even have to prompt that one. She was learning.

The only thing missing was the smile. She still wouldn’t do that voluntarily.

The street outside the building wasn’t that crowded, but several people still got a good eyeful of some blonde bunny ass. Ulla thought that the way she was still shielding her body, by walking hunched over, was somehow more proper, but it just accentuated her ass. And the clear embarrassment in her steps made her look that much hotter.

It was like she was unconsciously inviting people to stare at her body.

And each second she did this, her body grew more and more horny. It was practically visible from the sweat on her forehead and the trembling of her body.

I’m sure it was all very confusing for her.

We didn’t have to go far. The car was almost next to the building.

After I stopped in front of it, Ulla was confused.

“W-What? Why are you-“

She looked at the car.

“Isn’t- Isn’t that Gretchen’s car? Why-“

“Open the door for me, bunnykins. Now.”

I unlocked the door by pushing the remote lock on my key ring. The unlocking sound made Ulla just more confused, but the idea of getting into the safety of a car to shield herself from all these people made her not want to think about it too deeply anymore.

She dutifully opened the driver’s side door for me. (ULLA: +1SP) (+42SP)

“You have a driver’s license, right?” I asked her.

“…yeah?”

“So why the fuck are you expecting me to drive, you dumb little bunny?”

She let out low, disturbing grumbling noise, as she closed the door once more and quickly hopped to the other side of the car, this time opening the passenger side door.

She was shaking now. I didn’t know if it was because of anger, or because wearing that outfit made her pussy twitch almost non-stop.

I sighed. “Okay. This is the last time I’m going to remind you. After this, it will be two minus points each time. But, when I order you to do something, you need to do with a…”

I let her finish that thought by herself. And very soon she did.

The anger on her face changed into another, uncomfortable fake smile on her sexy, blonde face. (ULLA: +1SP) (+43SP)

“There we go. Also, I want no screeching this time. Doing that is a minus too.”

She was confused about that, but not for long. As I entered the car, I gave her left, voluptuous tit a nice, sharp squeeze.

I treated the thing like a squeezetoy.

All praises to Ulla, she didn’t screech this time, despite how sudden the situation was. She clenched her teeth so tight I could hear her gnawing, and her eyes grew plate-sized. But she held the screech in.

I’m sure part of her motivation was also the fact that we were still outside, and she didn’t want more attention than she already had.

Once I let go and sat in the car, she leaned on the car door as her breath quickened. Oh yes. Squeezing an erogenous zone of someone already experiencing **** heat might be… kind of an interesting sensation. Something she had clearly trouble getting over with.

It was hard to tell from that bunny suit, but I had a feeling the crotch area was getting moister.

“Hop to it bunnykins. Get to driving.”

I really wanted to slap her ass to emphasize the point, but the way she was already dazed, hot and bothered, something like that would definitely make her scream this time. And I wasn’t a big fan of attention either.

…But fuck it.

SLAP!

“Yaaaaaa!”

That was too fun not to do.

I had a particular place I wanted to go.

It was only fifteen minutes away, and we didn’t talk much while she drove.

Until she broke the silence.

“So… you enjoy this? Humiliating me like this? Knowing that you cause me pain?”

Speaking up like that. A big minus right there.

“Yeah. Although I’m a bit disappointed about the last part.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“I haven’t seen any pain yet. You seem to be enjoying this.”

“EXCUSE ME?! I ENJOY THIS? HOW FUCKING-“

“Keep your eyes on the road. And that’s two minus points for yelling.”

She took a deep breath, trying her best to calm down.

“How, how can you claim this… male fantasy bullshit is- is- somehow enj-“

“Yeah just shut up already. You’re a horrible liar. If the driver’s seat has any of your… stains on it, I will make it clean it yourself. Otherwise it’s 50 more minus points.”

That shut Ulla up for good. It was like the redness on her face doubled, and she just stared at the road after that.

I could smell it. Some of her pussyjuice had gotten on the seat. A fact she had to know herself at this point.

“You’ve been getting a lot of minus points, Ulla. Unless you make up for them… It’s game over.”

She winced.

I’m sure it was killing her inside, but she had to ask.

“h-how… do i… get… plus points?” she muttered quietly.

“It’s surprisingly easy. Just do stuff that you know I would like without me having to ask for it. And I think…” I flicked one of her nipples through the suit. She gasped. And I could almost hear another drop squeezing through the crotch of her suit. “…we both know what I like.”

She swallowed, and seemed to dig deep within herself.

Then…

She finally turned to me, with a huge smile plastered across her face.

“Sure, boss. Ha-Happy to help.” (ULLA: +2SP) (+45SP)

I had to grin. “Not good enough for a plus, but that’s the right idea.”

I finally directed her to take a turn for the local park.

She parked the car in a fairly quiet location, so she could get away from the car safely.

She was finally starting to get the hang of things, as she quickly hopped out of the car and ran to my side clumsily with her high heel shoes, and opened the door.

“We-We’re here… boss,” she said with her now-trademark fake smile. (ULLA: +1SP) (+46SP)

“Okay, fine, finally you’re showing some initiative. That’s a plus.”

Not really worth a plus, but I needed to encourage this behavior a little.

Before I got out of the car, I took a closer look at her driver seat.

Yeah. There were small patches here and there.

I shoved my face against the seat and took a big sniff.

Ulla covered her crimson face in shame.

“Oh yeah. You’ll definitely have to wash this at some point, you leaky little bunny. But not right now. We have other stuff to do.”

I got out of the car. Ulla’s smile had disappeared, and she had trouble looking at me.

“I’m gonna go sit at that bench over there,” I pointed at one lone bench in the distance. “You go get me an ice cream and bring it to me.”

She hesitated a little, but nodded, probably thankful I didn’t ask her to do worse.

“y-yeah, sure, boss…” she smiled quickly as she hurried away comically.

The way her butt looked in the outfit… I had **** but to watch her go.

I had been relaxing on the bench for full fifteen minutes, watching random people jog by and people enjoying their picnics on the field until she finally appeared next to me, carrying a towering three-scoop ice cream cone.

She was more hot and sweaty than I had ever seen her before. I was afraid that her liquids might drop on the ice cream itself.

“I-I’m sorry it took so long… Th-There was a line…”

“Did they all… stare at you?”

She nodded, very slightly.

“Did they make… rude comments?”

Small silence, then even a smaller nod.

“Like what? Give me the three worst ones.”

She began unconsciously rubbing her thigh with her other hand as she reminisced.

“W-Well, um… This one caveman-looking guy called me a… Nice-looking… w-whore… and… and he also mentioned he’d like to do… something to my… ass…”. Now her hand was nervously tugging at the suit. (ULLA: +1SP) (+47SP)

“Yeah? Those were just two. Give me the third one.”

She silently twitched in place, The ice cream was starting to melt into her hands, her body was producing that much heat.

“W-Well, this… one… rat-looking guy… said… that I… I was the proof… that all women were… nothing… but c-cock-hungry sluts.”

Haha. That’s right. To all passers-by, she was the living embodiment of her worst nightmare.

“Oh yeah? And how did that make you feel?”

“W-Well… I felt his crotch against my shoe… as I kicked him. Boss.”

Sigh.

Her submissiveness for me was rising at a steady pace, but to other people she was still the queen feminist bitch she always was.

Fine. Who cares. I liked that more. That a fierce woman like her lost all her willpower only in front of me. I just hoped the guy wouldn’t call police.

“Give me the ice cream,” I said, deciding not to take this further.

She did. And as I soon began licking it, she stood nervously next to me, not quite knowing what to do next.

People on the field were suddenly staring more and more my way.

Maybe they wanted a show?

“Hey, I can’t help but notice, but seems like my shoes are quite dirty.”

Ulla swallowed hard. It was very clear what I was suggesting her to do.

But… she really needed to get those plus points. So before I could turn my suggestion into an explicit order…

She kneeled down.

And carefully began wiping some sand off my shoe with her hand.

Christ.

Did the woman really think that doing just that would get her points?

As I was about to suggest a more intimate cleaning method, I noticed something interesting.

Two incredibly sexy-looking women, both wearing t-shirts with feminist slogans on them, began approaching us.

And they looked pissed.

…This had potential to be fun.

And I think Ulla might have some wisdom to impart on them.