?? Master P.O.V

The leather blindfolds were fitted so that those wearing it could open their eyes without touching their lashes to its underside, the cushioning perfectly made to not allow any light to enter. It additionally had several rings and other leather items that could be attached or connected. That was for later. I decided to keep it simple for now.

I hooked the leather collars to their leads; it was made so that it tightened a bit when the leash was pulled taut but the mechanism did not allow it to pinch or squeeze too much, allowing breath even if the person were dragged by it, and automatically loosening when the lead was not taut. It was one of the finest custom-made products I have had made yet, and I knew it would be a big seller even without the additional tech that only a rare few would be able to afford to invest in.

"Down, Bunnie," I watched as Bunnie instantly dropped onto the floor kneeling, hands on thighs and still facing sightlessly toward the wall. I frowned, having seen Canary flinch and almost comply as well. It was too big of a move to condone. "Canary. Naughty naught Canary."

He shivered in response, "Canary, chest to the wall, hands behind your back."

I hadn't been expecting to use these yet, but I also couldn't say I minded. I strapped the leather cuffs to his forearms, the cuff swallowing from wrist to elbow with some thin straps that ran up on either side of the arm and connecting to the collar, but also branching off to connect around the upper arms to pull the arms and shoulders further behind his back. I then connected the back of his blindfold to a ring at the top center of the highest cord of leather so his head stayed pulled back unless he wanted to tighten the leather on his arms.

I looked at my work done so far, considering if I wanted to add anything else. His legs were spread, chest to the rough wall so his ass was greeting me, and considered he was good enough for now. I stepped forward so my mouth just barely brushed the shell of his ear, "No moving until I come back for you, no touching or rubbing... And definitely no cumming."

I reached down, cupping his front as it jumped for me and rubbed it to full attention. I languidly undid his britches, deciding to use a cold bare metal cock ring that allowed attachments, and popped one of the smaller vibrators roughly up into his ass without any lube or prep, enjoying when he hissed in appreciation. For now, I turned it on the lowest setting, leaving the collar's own abilities off for now. Wouldn't want to start the main course without first tasting the appetizer.

I looked to Bunnie. She was surprisingly quiet and well-contained in the same position I had previously left her in. Well, I was sure that would change soon; my Bunnie was not known for her quiet ways, "Hands and knees; crawl, Bunnie." I was not one to drag my toys harshly, not unless I had to at least, so only kept constant pressure when guiding her away.

Unlike for my Canary, I had decided to turn on my Bunnie's collar. All she had to do was be quiet, below a certain decibel. I had a cute contraption I planned to use on them both later, but for now it was necessary to carry out more of the 'punishment' than pleasure. I glanced over at Canary- he was still fully clothed, the material beginning to stick ever so slightly to him as he shifted just the smallest amount due to the tickling sensation of the vibrator. I considered the other vibrator I had clipped to the cock ring, but decided I would play with that a little later.

I took Bunnie to a marble table, meant specifically for someone to be bent over. The table could be temperature controlled by the knobs on its side, and the top even vibrated. I knew Bunnie greatly enjoyed warmth, so I kept it chilled, her buds tightening right away, and a hiss exiting her pouty lips before biting her lips on a groan.

A slat from the table came out and fitted between her legs to, first, keep them separated, and second, there was a chamber meant for her dick to go into... But not just yet. I uncovered some equipment I had set up specifically for when I would use this table. I was quite excited by the prospect and choices displayed. My fingers brushed over the items, lifting a couple just to have them drop from between my languid fingers with a sharp clink. I had some of the items displayed on a metal tray, some protectively cushioned in velvet, and some laid on a darkly lacquered and oiled wooden counter.

I watched as Bunnie lightly began to whine as I just left her on the chilled table, every so often jolting against the portion of padded wood and technologic construct settled between her legs. Just standing there moving these items while she listened on and waited patiently, wondering when I would start and what I would use only heightened the scent of lust, anxiety and excitement filtering through the air. I could tell also that her smallest whimper or gasp also caused a reaction with Canary, who was also now focused on where we were far on the other side of the room. I felt my lips curl up, fangs sliding around in my gums.

I seriously considered the items once more before choosing choosing a small curved blade, one side thickly rounded without any blade and curling on the far outside of the blade. The inside, like a scythe blade but curved a lot more hid the sharp edge. I used the outer edge to run it lightly along Bunnie's cheek. She gasped at the sudden contact. My left hand's index finger followed along the side of her spine, brushing down to her left ass cheek which I rubbed and squeezed slowly and softly. At the same time, I glided the flat edge along and down her neck before quickly flipping it around and razing the buttons from the back of her shirt in one fine, gliding movement. The belated sounds of the material holding the buttons on complimented the sound of the dozen or so buttons pinging and gliding along the floor.

A loud moaning groan ended abruptly as the collar tightened for a few moments before loosening. Bonnie panted quietly, lips parted. I edged the knife between the sash and glided the flat edge along the side of her pulsing erection before snapping my wrist up and neatly slicing the sash away. I glided my index finger once more down along the side of her spine, this time the fabric lightly parting away until it hung off her shoulders, partially pooling on the marble she lay on. I quietly settled the knife once more on the velvet before silently lifting a different item from the table, all the while edging my fingers along and between her ass cheeks, stroking her perineum from anus to sac through the material of her shorts.

Abruptly, I stepped back, in the same move expertly flicking my wrist downward so that the thin, well oiled whip slashed a line, parting the material of her pants easily to leave the slightest sting on the now-exposed flesh. The gasp and quickly muffled moan only shortly tightened the collar. I used the whip's handle to raise her head by her chin, watching as blood flowed from the area of her lip that she was biting in an attempt to remain quiet.

"Ah, ah, ah. No, Bunnie, no biting," I leaned her head up more, and licked the trail of blood to her mouth that she opened. I did not do as she had hoped. I did not kiss her, but merely licked the blood away and along the edges of her lips before settling an adjustable mouth-piece so sounds could still be issued easily out but not allow any biting. I didn't connect it to the collar or strap it to the back of her head. As long as she didn't purposely remove it, it would stay. To be honest, I was curious if she would keep it in on her own, or at least how long she would last before pushing it out. It was flexible and moved with her mouth, but could easily be pushed out by one's tongue. There was a small area where an item could be put in and twisted to adjust the mouth-piece. It was enjoyable as it, for now.