Bunny's Submissive Training

Bunny thought she was here for work. Plain and simple. Then the cuffs hit her wrists and she realized this was something else. The two women wasted no time. One was a busty blonde, the other dark-haired with a hungry stare. Both wanted to see how fast she would fold. The brunette slid the ring gag between Bunny's teeth, strapped it tight, and smiled. No questions now. Just spit and breath and the first taste of cock filling her throat. The blonde held her hair, guiding each bob, each wet gag. Bunny's big tits bounced free as they stripped her, nipples already tight. The bindings went next—ankles, wrists, chest—pulled snug until she couldn't move more than an inch. Every tug made her wetter. She hadn't expected that. The brunette laughed low, shoved deeper, and Bunny's eyes watered. She should have hated it. Instead she pushed forward, throat working, cunt clenching around nothing, already hungry for the next order.