The Benevolent Bunny

Hello ClemAnon! Silly Clem! <3

I have no such preferences - this Bunny comes as a total package!

Hello Anon,

Thanks for your question. No I don’t think you’re rude at all, nor disrespectful. If I wasn’t prepared to entertain questions from Anons, then I wouldn’t publish intimate details of my life on a public website which serves Anons! I’m loud and proud, in a slightly secretive way…

Turning to your question… Yes indeed I enjoy a very satisfying and regular sex life with my wife, just as Clem enjoys the same with her hub. My wife and I have an entirely normal sexual relationship, involving cuddles, desire, excitement, longing, and all the naughty wet stuff that goes with it. What it doesn’t involve is filthy, violent and edgy stuff, because she’s not into that at all. That’s what Clem and I get up to, that’s what Clem and I need, and I thank the gods that Clem and I found each-other.

My wife and I started out in a normal monogamous relationship, got married with all the usual vows, and produced children in the regular way of family life. So it was unsettling to her to say the least when I gradually found it more and more difficult not to gravitate to darker pursuits. It was difficult for us to work it out, but we managed it.

To summarise where we are: I will always love, cherish and support my wife. I do terrible things with Clem that my wife wouldn’t want to do, but she knows that I *need* to do these things, and that it doesn’t threaten our marriage. Quite the opposite, it keeps me sane and sorted, and has actually improved our marriage in all sorts of ways. Just last night my wife and I were in the pub chatting, and she was saying that she’s a little worried that I’ve been too busy to spend time with Clem lately.

No, my wife doesn’t have any other relationships. She doesn’t want any, other than with me. Though I have made it abundantly clear that I would support her if she did want to. Hell, that would be completely fucking hot as far as I am concerned!

So there you go Anon. There’s a bit more of the tale. Have I satisfied your curiosity?

Cheers

Bun

Yes please Clem! <3 <3 <3

No more of those careless whispers please Clem!!!!!

It is Clem, isn’t it?

Oh, and I’m not George…

I am THE Bunny! MASTER of ALL I survey!

If that’s OK with you, Clem…  <3

Oh, not a hare, but I have hair. And when I’m not a Bunny, I’m an old bloke.

Thank you Clem, I feel cheerier already!!  <3

Cheers Anon! There’s more to tell, to assuage your rabid reading desires, but I have work to do today so it’ll have to wait for a bit. As a teaster, the next couple of posts are likely to include leather gloves and hypodermic needles (lots of them!). The latter is not for the faint of heart and involves graphic (and, to us, beautiful) photos.

Bun

Hello Anon,

Thanks for your love, and for your kind words. I appreciate that, I really do.

Clem and I first met on the internet, on a proper dating site. Where each of us had advertised for a partner. And where each of us was open about being married, and clear that our spouses were fully in the picture. The internet was really the only practical option for us - polyamory just isn’t something that seems to go down well in mixed company, in pubs with mates, in social chit chat, with work colleagues.

The curious thing is that we were each looking for a partner, but not for the purposes of beatings. BDSM didn’t feature in our profiles. It was only when we got writing to each other by email that we started to discover our shared interests and outlook on life. We both love to write, we love photos of a certain type, we love looking at the world in slightly odd ways. And then we started to talk about pain.

I raised the subject first. I have much experience of pain. In past relationships I have taken a lot of it. Not because I am or ever have been a sissy submissive bitch, but because I love a challenge and I love team work. And there is little more challenging that taking a shed load of pain, incurring physical injury as a result. Team work is the name of the game too - the trust and sync between two people to make it work.

Clem mentioned that she liked to take a bit of punishment. I started to get the sense that, even though she had not taken anything as severe as I had, she had the same motives as me, and might enjoy taking pain as much as me. So we started talking about it, I started explaining how it felt, how it worked in my head, and comparing this to Clem’s interests, drives and desires. We concluded that there may be potential for us to explore this further. Though there was a significant caveat on this - I had never dished out pain to anyone before. I didn’t know whether I would be able to do that…

But mainly, in our email discussions, we came to understand that we liked each other. That we got on well. That we should meet for real. So we did!

Our first meeting was in a cafe in the early evening. We talked for hours and ages, and became very comfortable with each other. Just chit-chat, you know? I offered to give Clem a lift home in my van. It’s a special sort of vehicle, and I offered to give her a tour, starting in the back, behind very dark and private smoked glass windows. We quickly became more intimate, with her huge tits brought out and into play, and my fingers dipped into her unusually went cunt.

So far, no more than a typical play date, right? Wrong! Within a short time, Clem was strung up by the ankles inside my van, laid out on the floor, bleeding and lactating at the same time from both nipples as I knelt on her arms with my full weight. So within a couple of hours of meeting, we had both gone much further down our respective paths of discovery than we ever had before. It really came home to me the next day, when I spotted a few of Clem’s dried blood spatters on the floor in my van. I licked them all up immediately and greedily, dirt and all, just to savour once again the taste of her blood.

We knew that was only the start, we knew that we clicked, we meshed, we both sought out the dark edges with glee and a little abandon. And then we fell in love.

The rest is history, as documented in our Tumbls here and on Clem’s blog. With much more to come - we are an enduring and loving couple, with a long long list of adventures in front as well as behind us.

Sorry to prattle on so much, Anon, I’m proud as punch of Clem and what we have. Best wishes to you and yours.

Bun