Chapter Thirty Three
pussy puppy
“Bunny’s job, as far as I could tell, was to make my life a living hell until Master Cornwell showed up to use my ass. She enjoyed her work.
Not entirely, maybe. There were times when she seemed almost sympathetic, even helpful. When I gagged and spit up as she was stuffing a dildo down my throat, she coached me patiently. She told me that controlling my gag reflex was like learning to whistle or wiggle my ears, that I would try and try without success, then suddenly master the skill; that it helped if I thought about sucking lemons to get my saliva flowing so that the dildo could slide in easier. She told me how to extend my tongue while I swallowed it back.
She taught me how to process pain with deep breathing and thought control. That the whole trick
