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Approaching the steps of the Blackwater Library, a small, androgynous rabbit seemed to hesitate. Skye had been working as an assistant at the place for almost a month now, but still he always needed a moment before entering. The library, consisting of mostly magical knowledge, was a fairly small building for its type. A membership was usually required to enter, and they did not come cheap. Skye was, however, something of an exception. His hiring gave him a sort of honorary membership as long as he worked here, something he was quite grateful for. He was trying to learn some of the basics of magic, and a place away from the technology and the buzz of modern life was always nice, so he spent a good amount of his free time at the library.

Today, though, the bunny was here for work, and with that came a problem. The building's owner and librarian, an owl named Circe, was a bit... intense. She wasn't really mean_to him, not at all, but she was a very direct, very _efficient sort of woman. Being around her, which he often was while working, was more than a little intimidating, especially knowing how much power she might possess. The owl had never made any sort of aggressive gesture at Skye, but he still felt like she could erase him with a thought if she really wanted. That was, of course, a problem, but not the *main* problem. Not directly, at least. See, being a little scared of your boss wasn't that big a deal, all things considered, but what *was* something of a big deal... was if that fear happened to also be *incredibly* arousing.

He did his best to ignore it, but his stomach always felt like it was full of butterflies when he was around her. More nights than he cared to admit had been spent with fantasies of things a woman like her could do to a quiet little rabbit like him. For now, though, he had a job to do! Shaking away those thoughts, he opened the door with his key and stepped inside. The reception area, consisting of a currently empty desk and some tables to read at, gave way quickly to a sea of shelves. Since the owl wasn't here, and he'd learned the hard way that the library was much larger than outside appearances would suggest, he planted himself behind the desk. If anyone came in, unlikely as that was on most days, he could help, and Circe would find him soon if she needed assistance. In the meantime, he pulled out the small tome on beginning magic he'd been studying. Might as well get some practice in, no?

About an hour and a half later, a familiar voice jolted him to attention, away from the light spell he was reading on. "Continuing your research, I see" Circe said, emerging from the shelves, clad in the dark purple robe she usually wore. "Good, but I have another assignment for you. Come with me." With a curt gesture to follow, she began to recede once more. The moment Skye heard the voice, he felt that that tug at his stomach again, but he didn't hesitate to follow her order. Setting the book down, he trailed slightly behind her in silence, until they reached her office, where he was directed inside.

It wasn't a very fancy room, though it didn't really need to be. A desk, some writing materials and index ledgers, plus a couple shelves... it was exactly as much as needed. The door on the opposite wall lead, he assumed, to her own quarters, though he couldn't say for certain. As he shut to door behind him, he turned to see her still standing, her expression as difficult to read as ever.

"I believe we have a problem, Skye." she said, gaze focused intently on the rabbit.

"We, um... we do?" Skye replied with concern, struggling to meet her eyes.

"Yes, we do." She stepped closer. "Do not think I have failed to notice how you act around me."

He started to protest, only to be interrupted with a raised hand. "Do not try to deny it, we both know that it is true. Normally, I would not have issue with it, but it is impacting your duties, and so something must be done."

She approached again before he could respond, placing a taloned hand on his cheek. "There is little to be done to suppress your feelings while you remain here, that much is clear, so instead I am offering you a chance to use them. If you wish to continue working here, I will allow you to do so in return for added _service_on your own part." Her grip tightened a little, and he could feel his heart beating like mad. Was she suggesting what he thought? "I will warn you, I am neither kind nor gentle to my servants, and much more will be expected of you. Though, I suspect, you do not mind that? It is not the first time I have met a boy like you."

For a moment, he couldn't bring himself to do much of anything, frozen in her grip. It seemed impossible, that his many fantasies could ever come to reality. It seemed she had seen right through him, too. There was a little choice involved anymore, and he found himself nodding a silent affirmative before he entirely realized it.

"In that case, we can begin your initiation immediately. Wait here a moment." Circe instructed, before stepping away and through the other door. This was his chance to back out, if he really wanted, but it felt like he could barely move at all. Heart and mind both racing, it was like she had frozen every muscle he had... which didn't help the growing arousal.

About a minute later, she returned carrying two small objects... and wearing exactly nothing. Skye's eyes went wide as dinner plates as he took in the sight of her filled out curves... and a very large something extra. In all his fantasies and daydreams, the thought of Circe having.... having one of those, but it just made him flush deeper beneath his fur.

The first object he was unsure of, something small and metal mostly concealed within her hand, but the second become very clear as she approached. He made no attempt to resist as she brought the small strip of fabric to his neck, closing the clasp with a small click. A glow accompanied it, surely magic, but what exactly he did not know. The collar was a pretty thing. Solid black with an owl-head pendant and a loop of metal he suspected was for a leash... a thought that made his arousal spike again.

He was given little time to really consider it, though, as she crouched down before him. On instinct, he pulled away as her empty talon grasped his shorts, but he quickly reigned in the response. She wasted little time, pulling them and his underwear down to reveal a small, though very stiff, erection of around four inches. "If you are to be my servant, there are two main rules you must always remember. The first, which your collar will help you remember, is that you are mine. You will follow my order, whatever it may be, or be punished." Reaching out, the owl's talon began to glow a bright purple once more, and the rabbit felt his erection began to shrink. In moments, he was soft once more despite the arousal burning throughout him. It was then that she uncovered the small metal thing, and he realized exactly what it was: a chastity cage.

"The second rule is that your pleasure is always secondary to mine." Circe instructed, gripping his flaccid member tightly. A small part of him was unsure if this was a good idea, but he wasn't exactly going to use it anyways. His... less than impressive size was one of the biggest reasons he was so afraid to admit how he felt in the first place, but she quite clearly had more than enough length to make up for his own deficiency. "You will be allowed to orgasm only when I permit, understand?" she continued, running down the steel base ring down his prick.

The only response he could muster was another small nod, but that was enough for her. Slipping his balls through the ring, next came the cage itself. Sliding it down over his flaccid member, the owl threaded it through the small post sticking upwards, bringing the two parts together. For a moment, Skye thought it was too big, but another purple glare from her fingertips and he felt it quickly tighten around his privates, the two pieces of the cage sealing together with no need for a lock. The only way it was coming off was with her magic, and he suspected she had done the same to his collar earlier.

Standing up once more, Circe had another command for her newly minted servant.

"Good, now you may prove your worth."

She placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Kneel."

A push downwards and he was brought to his knees, face level with her half-erect member. No more instruction was given, but he knew exactly what she wanted. Leaning forwards, he could detect fringes of a more masculine, sweat-tinged scent. It only served to pull him in further, drawn to it by a primal sort of lust. The magical softening of his own far inferior prick was gone, replaced with the confinement of steel. Pressing his sensitive nose in the nook between the base of her cock and her full orbs beneath, the strengthened musk made him strain hopelessly against his new cage.

However, as the owl had said, his pleasure was secondary to her own. So, instead of making any attempt to stimulate himself, the rabbit's tongue slowly snaked out. Running it along her sack, he could taste that sweat he already smelled, but he didn't really mind. It was, perhaps, an undignified scent to enjoy, but... did it matter? His role here was to serve, not to worry about what was proper.

In truth, he could have stayed there, kissing her balls and breathing her thickening scent forever, but she had other plans. A taloned hand against his head, and he was regretfully pulled away, only to be brought to face her member. It was at full mast now, thanks to his ministrations, dripping salty precum liberally. Before he entirely realized it himself, his lips met that cocktip, bringing her foreskinned head into his mouth as his tongue collected that musky fluid. It was a strong flavor, but far from unpleasant, and he quickly found himself tonguing at her foreskin to gather more.

He wasn't given much time to dwell there, however, as a steady pressure on the back of his head encouraged him to go further. Slowly but surely, Circe pushed further inches down his struggling, untrained throat. He was managing to take it, but only just. Perhaps that was intentional, he thought. Either way, he reached the halfway point before long. Circe was only getting started, however, and it was then that both of her talons gripped his head. She held him steady there for a moment, five inches deep with another five to go, and truly began her test.

She went slowly at first, methodically rocking her hips back and forth. Each shift forward buried a little more of her length in his throat, now entirely at Circe's own pace. A pace that was, inexorably, accelerating. Despite his lack of experience, she quickly had only a few inches left, and every thrust drove it just a tiny bit deeper. Skye, meanwhile, could do little but endure. Gripping her thighs tightly, he was focused entirely on maintaining his limited breathing and protesting gag reflex. His prick ached in its tight steel confines, but he was forced to ignore it.

Skye could hear the owl's breaths grow increasingly labored as time went on. In a few more moments, he could feel her heavy balls slapping against his chin with each thrust as she finally bottomed out in his throat. Difficult as it was for him to handle, the experience was an incredibly arousing one. For a moment, it felt like there was nothing else in the world besides one small bunny and his new mistress.

But... it wasn't to last. Circe's thrusts were growing erratic, unevenly pressing into his throat. He could feel, too, the way her cock was throbbing powerfully within its confines. She was close, and in that instant he wanted nothing more than to push her over the edge. Within seconds, he got his wish. With one heavy, final thrust, the owl buried her entire length in him once more. Those powerful talons gripped tighter than ever, holding him still as her orgasm began.

Despite the warning he had, Skye was entirely unprepared for what was to come. It was like a torrent of thick, salty fluid, at first deposited straight into his throat, but quickly beginning to back up into his mouth. The flavor was incredibly powerful, completely dominating everything else as he struggled desperately to swallow it all. It leaked out around the corners of his mouth, and even began to trickle from his nose, he was so full... but he didn't care. With her cock buried to the hilt in his esophagus, there was almost no air reaching his lungs whatsoever, and that was little more than her musk. Every sense was filled to bursting with her.

His Mistress.

She held him there, pumping shot after shot of musky seed down his esophagus, for almost 30 seconds. Just as darkness began to cloud the corners of his vision, threatening his lack of oxygen, Circe pulled out. The last few spurts of owl semen landed across his visage, forcing his left eye closed while he gasped for air. Draping her softening cock across his face, she made sure even that desperate regaining of breath was dominated by her own scent.

Once he was finished sputtering, finally she spoke. "Well, I think that certainly qualifies as a pass." she said softly, helping him rise on shaky legs. "T-Thank you... Mistress." he managed to reply quietly after a small delay, still clearing the fog from his head. But he was not quite done. "Turn around." Circe instructed, "I have one more gift I would like you to wear."

Naturally, he obeyed her command immediately. Only a second later, he felt a hand against his bare rear. After a small moment feeling him up, two talons moved to spread his cheeks apart. With access to his near-virgin pucker, that hand was soon followed by the touch of wet, warm metal to his entrance. A plug, he realized quickly, and quite a sizable one, though he had no idea where she had gotten it from. Still, the rabbit was in little position to argue as she pressed harder. With the aid of whatever lube she had covered it with, his slight prior toy experience, and the force of her talons, it slowly began to sink inside.

A small, feminine gasp was the only response Skye could muster, but that only seemed to encourage her. Indeed, before much longer at all, he felt the plug reach its widest and, with one final push, it was fully within him. It was an incredible, full kind of feeling, just on the edge of his current capacity, and with it came his Mistress' voice once more. "You're to wear this at all times as well, understand?" she told him; his reply was a simple nod and quiet sound of affirmation, but it was enough.

"Good. Now, get your clothes. I want you cleaned up and back at your desk in 15." he was instructed, "Keep that in for a few days, and we'll see how you fare."

This time, there was no hesitation.

"Yes, Mistress."