You look charming in your little bunny outfit. From the tips of the ears, to the white fur wrist cuffs and little round tail on the back of the see through white lace G-string with matching garter belt and stockings, down to the dainty straps on your white leather open toed, high heeled sandals. You're topless of course, have you ever seen a bunny in a bra?

The guests haven't arrived yet, I still have time to instruct you in your serving duties for the party.

"At no time are you to speak unless spoken to. When spoken to, you will respond respectfully to our guests by nodding and saying `Yes Sir'. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir Hugh."

"As you serve our guests, you will hold the tray low enough beneath your breasts so as to not obscure their view."

"Yes, Sir Hugh."

"And of course you will hop like a bunny, when a guest summons you", as I bend down to bind your ankles tightly together, "and if you spill anything you will be punished."

"Yes, Sir Hugh."

"If you're very good and please our guests, I may reward you later."

"My only wish is to please my Lord and Master, and to accept gladly whatever rewards or chastisements he sees fit to bestow upon his willing slave." You say that so gently, with your head bowed down.

"Good little vixen" I give you a quick hug and a soft kiss on your lips before running my fingertips quickly back and forth across your nipples to make them stand out hard and proud. "Now go to the kitchen and finish preparing for our guests.

It's fun to watch your bum jiggle as you hop away. I finish preparing the entertainment until the doorbell rings. "vixen, come and greet our guests."

You hop to the front door as quickly as you can without spilling the tray of drinks in your hands, your breasts bobbing wildly back and forth above it. Balancing the tray in one hand, you open the door with the other, and hop back a step to make room for our first guests to enter. You recognize two men from my work, who give you a good looking over before stepping inside and each taking a drink.

It's not long before the place is full, with about a dozen people, all men except for you, lounging about and talking. When not being beckoned to serve one of them, you stand proudly at attention in the middle of the room.

When you bend over, smartly at the waist, legs straight, to offer a drink to a man sitting on the low couch, one of the men behind you is so taken aback by your cute bunny buns, that he steps back for a better view. In doing so he trips over his feet and spills his drink on his pants.

"vixen, now look what you've done! Take this gentleman to the bedroom and see to fixing up the mess you've made of his pants."

"Yes, my Lord." You take his hand and place it on your bare breast to lead him to the bedroom. You kneel before him and start to unbuckle his pants. You are about to apologize for making him spill his drink, but you remember not to speak unless spoken to and just unzip his pants and pull them down in silence. His white shorts are wet too, making them transparent. His cock is quickly growing big and hard underneath. You realize you will have to take his shorts off too. You pull them down first over the cheeks of his ass, leaving them hanging from his hardening cock and pulling it out and down. Then you lift them off and slide them down his legs and help him step out of them.

He can't help but moan. "God you're hot." "Suck me."

You look down, my vixen, between your breasts at the floor where you are kneeling. "I would be pleased to suck you Sir, but my Master requires me to get permission first before doing anything that pleases me so much."

"Well, let's go get it then." He lifts you up off your knees. You grasp his erect prick firmly in one hand and lead him back to the party. You lead him over to me.

"Master, may I please have permission to suck off our guest?"

"Did he ask you first, or are you just being a horny little slut?"

"This kind Sir requested the pleasure of my mouth, my Lord."

"Very well. Assume your position over the end of the couch. You will give him better service if we give you a good strapping at the same time."

As you bend over the end of the couch and cross your wrists behind your back, I attach your fur wrist cuffs together, and free your ankles to tie them again to the legs of the couch, causing your legs to be spread wide.

Our guest has conveniently arranged himself on the couch with his cock under your mouth. I double over a black leather belt I had made handy and give you a good strap on the ass as you commence to suck.

"Everyone, come lend a hand to punishing this bad servent who so inconvenienced one of my good guests." A queue rapidly forms behind you of all the men who want a hand in strapping your bum. The rest are all clustered around, watching you, legs spread, breasts swaying, as your head bobs up and down on our guest. Once again, you're the center of attention, my vixen.

I take the belt back, and give you a few gentle strokes right in the center, the belt landing on your bunny tail and whipping around to strike right along your crack. This excites you so, your extra vigour brings off the man you are sucking. He spurts deep in your throat and you swallow it and proceed to clean his cock with your tongue. Licking the last drops off your lips, you thank him.

"Thank you Sir for the gift of your sperm."

With his lust abated, he comes to the realization that he is half naked in a room full of men. Men full of lust for my little bunny slave.

"Enough fun for the moment, vixen, see if you can't find our guest a robe."

You do so, and when you come back into the room you see all the men turn to face you expectantly. You also see that the coffee table has been cleared and ropes attatched to the four legs.

I think, my sweet, you're going to fuck your little bunny tail off tonight.