LENA’s POV

 The red “LIVE” button glowed in the right corner of the screen like a warning I was definitely going to ignore.

 I adjusted my bunny ears on my head and leaned closer to the camera. I pouted my lips toward it and wiped the corner of my mouth. The little bell underneath the “Daddy’s Little Bunny” collar jiggled with the motion. My outfit could barely be qualified as clothing—it was tight enough to restrict my breathing, my boobs weren’t covered; they spilled out with just black tape over the tips.

 “Perfect,” I giggled as I backed off the camera a little.

 “Heyyy, my dirty little bunnies. Missed your...