Spread-eagle on the bed

A realization had been growing in the back of Lauren’s mind even through her arousal and lust as John touched, groped, squeezed, and kissed her: Lauren was no longer in control over her body! Everything it did was exactly what she wanted to do right in that moment, but it never moved in exactly the way she intended. She found herself moving more sensually, exaggerating her hip movements and wiggling her chest more than came naturally to Lauren up until now.

“Claim us!”

That voice wasn’t hers either, and Lauren didn’t know why her mouth had uttered the word “us” instead of “me”, though she was still wholeheartedly in agreement with the sentiment. Lauren wanted John to fuck her and feel all that fiery lust in his eyes turned to action upon her body! While her body was still doing all the right things, Lauren felt like a puppet of this sexy woman’s voice.

Then the ropes attacked her. One rope had someone become many, and the ropes all twisted and knotted themselves on her limbs and she was yanked backwards and fell into the middle of the mattress. Lauren recognized the style of bed from a BDSM catalog she had once peeked at, but the ropes were too much of a distraction for her to ponder where it had come from.

The mattress was covered in latex sheets, a dark red unlike the brilliant bright red of her bunny costume. A firm foam pillow, also encased in a latex cover, sat in the middle of the mattress. Lauren was heaved on top of it, laying on her back as the ropes pulled her limbs outwards in a spread-eagle position. As the ropes pulled and tightened, Lauren realized she had been positioned over the pillow to raise her hips several inches. Her wrists, ankles, knees, thighs, forearms, waist, and shoulders all had ropes tied to them, tugging her limbs outwards. A smaller piece of rope floated in front of her eyes, forming a large round knot. Lauren’s eyes grew wide, recognizing it as a ballgag made of rope! To her dismay, her mouth opened wide and accepted the gag against her will.

“Don’t worry my host, you’re perfectly safe. I’m in this body too and I wouldn’t let any harm come to me! Being spanked doesn’t count obviously.”

John’s clothes were gone, simply vanishing upon entering the bedroom/dungeon. Lauren felt hot as ever when she saw him naked and fully erected, moving towards her with an expression of intense hunger. Knowing what he was about to do to her, her body signaled its enthusiasm with a flood of endorphins.

John poised above her entrance, devouring the sight of his lovely bunny girl bound and utterly helpless. The latex bodysuit, the ears, the ropes, the leggings, the heels… if he were Odysseus and the sirens dressed like this and were bound to a bondage bed, he would have hit the rocks without hesitation.

“I’ll give you control for a few minutes to really appreciate the bind you’re in ~”

Lauren tried to pull at the ropes, and to her surprise her muscles obeyed! But her limbs didn’t move, the surprisingly comfortable ropes nonetheless held her in place and didn’t give her so much as a centimeter of slack. She attempted to struggle and thrash, but managed to only wiggle and squirm slightly. The gag in her mouth prevented any semblance of communication with John, who was at that moment positioning himself on top of Lauren, his fingers unzipping the crotch zipper in her red latex bodysuit. With the leggings being crotchless, her bare pussy became exposed to John. Lauren felt utterly and completely powerless. And it was the most exhilarating and sexiest feeling she had ever had.

Until John penetrated her, anyway.

He slid himself inside, not rushing but pushing firmly into her. John relished the feeling of her trapped body struggling beneath him as he carefully slid inside and then out. Her body squeezing his dick felt incredible, and John couldn’t help but begin to speed up.

Lauren wanted this so much and the moment was finally here, but the feelings were 10 times more intense knowing that it wouldn’t have made a difference if she hadn’t wanted this: John had her totally helpless, completely powerless, at his absolute mercy, and nothing she could have done would change this wonderful, incredible outcome.

For his part, John was filled with a single-minded drive: to fuck his bunnygirl!