Aeon (Canary) P.O.V

I listened as Master guided Aeri away from my position. I could just imagine what it looked like, Master's strong legs and dominating aura as he stood over Aeri, leash held in his tight fist, confident in his abilities. And Aeri, her ass tilted up, body taut in expectation and anxious toward the mysterious future. Her every movement rubbing clothes against the sweetest areas while feeling the pull of the collar against her neck.

The thoughts caused a shot of lust from my chest and along my nerves to my groin. I could feel the ring at the base of my cock as it jumped from my rampant thoughts. The slightest movement brushed my chest against the rough wall, and the tightening ache as I adjusted my head only heightened the sweet sharpness of the bonds, causing me to clench my ass tighter... Ah, ah... Oh, shit... The small vibrator intensified, hitting just right... The hot pre-cum weeped from my exposed dick, slowly sliding down...

And then I listened as Aeri quietly moaned, very much unlike her usual boisterous exhalations. And it only turned me on more as she tried to quiet herself, only to be called naughty and punished- I wish I knew how. I heard multiple small pings fall to the ground; my cock jumped with every snap of the whip, now, if only I could join in.

??Master P.O.V

I watched as Bunnie's hands grappled at the wood, thinking she had too much freedom. I grabbed her hair, "Straighten up," and when I had her bare back against my chest, I easily grabbed onto the collar of her shirt and tore it from her sensitive body. Her gasp and loud moan was quickly cut off when the collar tightened. She squirmed against me ever so slightly until I roughly shoved her back down onto the marble table, her jolting and struggling at the sudden feel of coldness along her chest.

"Ah, ah, ah," I whispered harshly into her ear as she was finally able to saw in a few gasps of air, before shivering at my next statement. "Fighting Master is never a good idea... Bunnie."

I raised up the hooks at the far corners of the table, watching as each sound caused a flinch and shudder from both Bunnie and Canary. I left bunny and walked to a wall behind her, sliding open a large long cabinet. Within it were different types of leather restraints, cuffs, and so on. The cabinet down from it had the various types of whips, but I was content with the few I already had set out. I concentrated on the leather in front of me before picking out one of the more simple sets.

I walked back slowly, making my presence known. Bunnie began to squirm once more, so I took the leash and tied it to a hook below the table. I buckled the first leather restraint onto her upper arms as I slid, tied and tightened the leather cords wrapped strategically along the forearms. The leather continued on into something akin to webbed leather gloves so that she would be unable to clench her hands. This aspect of the equipment was what had me choose it. A long length of cord slithered out from the wrist, which I tied on the opposite hooks; left hand to right hook, right hand to left hook.

I decided to be especially cruel, taking a leather wrap, the kind that tightened when one struggles and loosens when relaxed. I clasped a limiter to the leather so it would not cause any true damage and put it around her waist, then tying it down below her. I stepped back, watching as she tried not to move. I had kept her pants on, but knew that she was closing in on her limit, so pulled her pants down, but not off and adjusted the slat before sliding her cock into the hole it was meant to go into. I took another fitted piece and connected it to the leather at her waist to keep her from being able to grind or move her hips much. I then tightened the entrance I stuck her cock into so it kept her from cumming.

"Bunnie, which should I turn on," I smiled as she panted. "The vibrator your cock is sucked into, or the one you happen to be laying on?"

I watched her shift, the piece in her mouth adjusting as she shifted the littlest she could, "Cock," she squirmed as the collar tightened then loosened in response. I chuckled closely in her ear. It wasn't really a choice, I was only curious what she would have decided. I turned both on low, her stuttering out groaning and panting as the collar tightened and loosened monotonously.

I then focused on Canary, who was now squirming uncontrollably, but just as quiet as always, "Getting impatient for your turn, Canary?"

I could hear him panting quietly as I silently stalked my wave over to him. I leaned against the wall near him, knowing he could just barely feel my exhalations against his right cheek. He leaned his head as much as he could nearer to me, tightening his bonds in the process. This time, he did make the smallest, quietest of moans. I increased the vibrator's strength momentarily, shocking and causing him to wiggle his ass when he lost the sensation. He softly blew out a breath.

"I have yet to hear you sing, Canary," I whispered lustfully in his ear. I unattached the binding from his blindfold and quickly shoved his head against the wall, eliciting a true groan from Canary. His arms, the upper arm bindings now loose, were still bound behind him. I pulled his head back by his hair, causing him to straighten from his forced position, another small groan sliding from that pearlescent throat. My other hand took the back of his collar and tore the shirt from his body, the last of it hanging over the leather bindings. I used my sharp nails to part the fabric, it falling to shreds at our feet.

"So, Canary, how do you feel about wearing nipple rings for a few hours again?"

I watched as Canary's chest rose and fell, his pantings increasing in depth, "I'll take that under advisement." I opened the cabinet then one of the small labeled wooden boxes within and removed something quite special and enjoyable. I pulled Canary backwards by his hair, leaning him back over a one of the many covered furnitures placed strategically throughout the sprawling room, chest up. I enjoyed his squirming at the awkward positioning, knowing that his arms had to be uncomfortable. I always enjoyed these moments with Canary.

I eased my leg between his, being sure to grind upward on his balls and the erection now tapping his toned abdomen, leaving pre-cum sloppily behind. I put one finger to his bud, rotating it and putting pressure as it perked up. I pinch and twisted harshly as he gasped at the sensation before licking and sucking... And harshly biting the area before shoving one of the metal piercing hoops through, attaching a small vibrator and doing the same with the other. I smiled at my handiwork as I watched the swelling slowly dissipate.

I enjoy the technologic wonders produceable for these sorts of enjoyments. One no longer needs to flip a switch when there's bluetooth. I gripped his dick harshly, pulling at it, the quietest moan whispering from Canary's parted lips as his hips buck up, following my hand. I squeezed him tightly, roughly rubbing my thumb along his dick's head and grinding down on the slit. With my other hand, I reached into my pocket and turned on Canary's collar, "Sing for me, Canary."