Rough Stuff and Bunny Boy By ZTVFemdomtales ztvfemdomtales@gmail.com He wants to be dominated, she's just the wolf for the job I have a secret fantasy, one I'm sure is very weird for a bunny to have. I want to be hunted. Not for food no, that would be weird, but for sex. I wanted a strong powerful woman to pursue me, to capture me, to ravish me, to keep me. It couldn't just be any woman either, it had to be a wolf. Our natural predator back in ancient times our species have never gotten along. That made them so much fucking hotter to me. So when I went off to college I set out to make my fantasy come true. I chose my college carefully. Ratchford was home to one of the only open Femdom sororities in the country. It was a requirement that every woman who joined lived the BDSM lifestyle and was a dom. They even had parties. It was all too perfect. Only two things were holding me back. The first was an inability to discover if any of them were wolves. The second was a crippling shyness. That made the first few parties hell. I think I put down roots in the corner. By September I was ready to give up. I just slumped down on the floor in front of one of the couches. I paid no one any mind as they milled about around me. Not even when someone sat down right behind me. Not until her leg rubbed my side. What a leg it was too. It was thick and shapely. This was the leg of someone who took very good care of her body. It rippled with muscle under a fine coat of shiny black fur. I craned my head back to see who it was. My heart stopped for a second or two I think. My vision was obscured by a large pair of tits, biggest I'd ever seen. Smiling down at me from over them was the most beautiful face I'd ever seen. It was the face of a She-Wolf. "Hello," her husky voice called down to me. "H...hi..." I sputtered weakly. "Like what you see, Bunny Boy?" I realized I was glancing at her tits every few seconds. I laser focused in on her eyes. "Sorry." "Never apologize to Rough Stuff, Bunny Boy." "Rough Stuff?" "That's just what they call me." "Why?" "I'm a personal trainer at the local fitness club the sisters like to hit up. I'm known as a bit of a ball buster." "So you're not part of the sorority?" "Nope, just a local dom who enjoys the scene." God she was making me hard. Hopped she didn't notice. She crossed her legs in front of me, keeping me where I sat. "Got any plans tonight?" she asked. "N ... no ... " I managed to stutter out. "Then get comfy. We're gonna be here awhile." "Alright." Her friends seemed to join her and they struck up a conversation. Feeling awkward just sitting there I would try to add something to it every so often. Every time I tried however a paw would cover my mouth. Eventually I got the message and just sat their quietly. I was liking this girl more and more. That was before she started stroking my ears. I have to say it felt very, very good. Eventually the party began to play itself out and everyone started leaving. To my despair Rough Stuff stood to leave too. I got the biggest thrill of my life when she nonchalantly grabbed me and tossed me over her shoulder. I was too shocked to say anything when she just turned and left. She walked a few blocks into the cool night until we reached what I realized was her fitness center she'd mentioned earlier. She closed and locked the door behind her and carried me out onto the floor. Finding a mat she seemed to prefer she laid on her back, moving me to be laying horizontally against her massive chest. She slipped her hands under my chest and dick. She pushed me up into the air. She smiled up at me with a knowing grin. She lowered me back down to her. I then found myself going back up into the air and back down again. She repeated the exercise for a while longer. Seeming to grow tired of that she moved me to under her knees and began doing crunches. This was amazing! Late into the night she worked out, never saying a word, just smiling and using me as her willing little weight. With a kiss on the nose she pushed me out the front door. "See you again soon, Bunny Boy."