0 comments/ 12366 views/ 0 favorites Heightened Senses By: KarennaC "Sit down, pet." Hesitantly, Monica obeyed. What did Sir have in store for her? She desperately wanted to know, but didn't dare ask. Sir didn't like it when she asked questions. Sir took a length of black cloth from his pocket. Monica relaxed; maybe he was just going to tie her to the chair. He'd done that plenty of times before; she didn't mind it anymore, though at first it had frightened her to be so much at Sir's mercy. That had been at the very beginning, though, when she was first learning to trust him. Now she knew Sir would never do anything harmful, and that she could stop him if she wished. But he didn't wrap the cloth around her wrists as he'd done in the past. "You're wondering what I have planned," he said. Mutely, Monica nodded. She was allowed to speak only when he gave her permission or when he asked a direct question. "You may ask," Sir said. "Are you going to tie me, Sir?" Monica asked. "No, pet, not this time. I have something new planned." "May I ask what it is, Sir?" "Yes, you may. But you didn't have my permission to speak that time, pet. You may apologize, and then you may ask." "I'm sorry, Sir, for speaking without permission." "Your apology is accepted. I'll determine later whether you'll be punished, based on how you do with our new activity. Did you wish to know what that is, pet?" "Yes, Sir." "This cloth is a blindfold, pet. You've told me how much you hate not being able to see. It's time to learn to deal with that." Monica swallowed her protests. She couldn't stand not seeing when someone else was present, to the point that it was sometimes difficult to close her eyes to sleep with someone else in the room. Of course she'd shared that information with Sir, just as she'd told him everything else about herself in the process of becoming his pet. She'd never thought he would use the knowledge in this way, though. But she couldn't argue with Sir. He knew best. The idea of being blind, even for a little while, terrified her, but Monica knew she needed to conquer her fears. Sir would help her do that. Sir caressed her naked thigh where he had struck her. "I know you're frightened, pet. Do you trust me?" "Yes, Sir." "Do you believe that I will do nothing to harm you?" "Yes, Sir." "We're going to play a game, pet. While you're blindfolded, I'll touch you with things. I may put something near your nose for you to smell; I may put something in your mouth for you to taste. I may make sounds. I want you to identify each thing. While we play the game, you may speak to tell me what it is that you feel, smell, taste, or hear. If you feel afraid because you can't see, just concentrate on your other senses. The blindfold will stay on until I decide it should come off. You can take this, pet." No, she couldn't. Not if he wasn't going to allow her an out. It was rare that Sir told her she couldn't ask him to stop; she could think of only one or two occasions when he'd done so. But again, she didn't protest. Sir knew what he was doing; she trusted him completely. "Are you ready, pet?" Sir asked. "Yes, Sir." "I'll put the blindfold on and give you a moment to adjust. Remember that I'm here beside you. I won't leave you alone, I promise you. When you feel ready to begin the game, hold up one finger." Gently, Sir tied the blindfold around Monica's head, covering her eyes. Through the cloth, Monica could see faint light, but nothing more. She swallowed several times, fighting the panic that rose within her. Sir was there, she reminded herself. He wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. Finally she felt that she could manage the fear, and held up a forefinger. Immediately she felt something soft and tickly against her breasts. "What do you think this is, pet?" Sir asked. His voice helped her feel even calmer. "A feather, Sir?" she guessed. "Very good, pet." Something brushed against her thighs. She smiled; this felt very familiar. "The crop, Sir." "Yes. I knew that one would be easy for you. The next thing will be a smell." Monica waited a few seconds, then smelled something tangy. "Duck sauce, Sir," she said. "You are good at this, pet. See how your other senses function even when you can't see? Here." He slid something plastic into her mouth, then she felt a drop of liquid on her tongue. Her mouth twisted. "Lemon juice, Sir." "Correct again." Sir tried several more touches, smells, and tastes, and Monica identified each one correctly. She suspected that he was being easy on her because of her fear, but of course she would never express that belief to him. Nor would he be likely to admit it if it was the case. After numerous correct guesses, Sir said, "I should try something more difficult. This will be a sound." Monica listened carefully. After a few seconds, she heard the slightest whisper. It was a sound she'd heard before, many times, though she'd never paid much attention to it. "Your zipper, Sir." Sir didn't answer. Had she guessed incorrectly? She couldn't ask; she didn't have his permission. She had to wait in silent darkness. Her breathing came faster; she was nearing an anxiety attack. Then, finally, Sir spoke. "Calm, pet. I'm here. I promised I wouldn't leave. Did you forget?" "No, Sir." "Then did you not trust me?" "I trust you, Sir." "But you were frightened, weren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." "Why were you frightened?" "Your voice has helped me stay calm, Sir. When you didn't say anything, I got frightened." "You need to remember that I won't do anything that will harm you, pet. I should punish you for doubting me, but I know how it is to fear something as much as you fear losing your sight, so I won't punish you this time. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome. And yes, pet, it was my zipper. Now, do you know this taste?" His cock pushed between her lips. Morgan smiled around it; she loved the taste and feel of Sir's cock. With her mouth full of his thick length, she couldn't answer him, but she knew no answer was needed. She sucked hard, as he liked it, and was rewarded almost immediately with a rush of his cum. "I was preparing myself while I wasn't speaking," Sir said. "Do you like that taste, pet? Swallow before you answer." He withdrew his cock, and Monica swallowed the mouthful. "Yes, Sir, I like it," she said. "Good. Spread your legs, pet." Monica obeyed, and felt Sir's finger shoving hard into her pussy. She gasped in pain and pleasure as he added another finger, then a third. "Your fingers, Sir," she moaned. "The game is over, pet," he said. He kissed her lips gently. "You did well. You controlled your fear. I'm proud of you, pet. You've earned a reward." His fingers left her pussy, to be replaced by his cock. He thrust it into her hard and Monica moaned as it stretched her. "Tell me what you want, pet," Sir said. "I want you to fuck me, Sir." "How do you want it?" "Hard, Sir." "Do you want me to make you cum?" "Yes, please, Sir." He pounded into her, harder and harder. Just as she felt herself about to cum, he flicked a finger against her clit. "Come for me, pet." Monica let out a shriek as she came. "That's my good pet," Sir said. "What do you say?" "Thank you for letting me cum, Sir." "You're welcome." Sir pulled out of her and untied the blindfold. Monica smiled when she saw his beloved face again. "You did well, pet," Sir said. "Come into the bedroom now. You have a job to finish." He gestured at his still-hard cock, then held out his hand to her. Monica took it and followed him into the bedroom. The blindfold game was over, but she knew Sir always had more plans. Heightened Senses Having made the arrangements with your husband Ryan, I arrive at the hotel and check in. I go to the room to freshen up, before making my way back down to the bar area. It is early evening and the bar is busy with numerous businessmen and so, I find it easy to remain anonymous amongst all the other 'suits'. You arrive with Ryan shortly after and I can easily spot you, having provided clear instructions on what I wished you to wear; a short black skirt, heels and a white blouse. Your hair is down and I can already admire your fine ass through your tight fitting skirt. As organised, you sit in the bar with Ryan and enjoy a drink, knowing that one of the other customers will be enjoying your body shortly, but you obviously don't know what I look like. As I subtly admire your beauty from a safe distance, I can only guess the excitement that you feel building, knowing that someone in that bar will shortly be using your body. I see you glancing round trying desperately to guess who. I see you fidget in your seat and imagine your pussy getting wet and tingling with anticipation. I make my way upstairs, leaving my room number with the bartender for Ryan to collect as planned. Upon arrival at my room I ensure that the room is well lit and settle down in an armchair and wait. Ryan holds your trembling hand as you walk along the corridor to my room. You pause at the door, long enough only for Ryan to give you a kiss and slip a silk blindfold over your eyes. He leads you through the door and into my gaze. As planned, I sit and watch as your husband slowly removes your blouse, exposing your fine black bra and stunning tits. Already I can see your nipples stretching the bra material and giving away your arousal. Next, Ryan turns you away from me and slips your skirt down your legs. This exposes the black stockings and suspenders that you have on, framing that most spectacular ass. As requested, you are not wearing any panties and when you turn I get a glimpse of your neatly trimmed pussy lips, already glistening and moist. At this stage Ryan kisses you once more, before stepping back and leaving you standing in just your underwear and heels. As I walk over I see Ryan settle back into a chair and pull out his hard cock. He begins to stoke it as I approach you. Without saying a word, I place my hands on your shoulders and guide you to your knees. Blindfolded, your other senses are heightened and you can hear me unbuckle my trousers and pull my cock out. You can almost smell the pre cum on my rapidly hardening cock. As you feel the tip of my cock touch your lips you take me into your mouth. I can't help but moan with pleasure as I look down at your mouth stretched round my cock and your perfectly clad ass resting on your heels. As I look across to see Ryan furiously stroking his hard cock, I enjoy your efforts as you suck my engorged cock. The shear energy with which you suck me gives away the excitement you feel at performing for an unknown stranger. As you fully lubricate my cock, I begin to thrust into your mouth, sliding my hands through your long hair to hold the back of your head as I do so. You gag momentarily, before I find a rhythm that suits us both. Before long I feel the need to cum, but resisting the urge, I pull out, leaving your perfect lips, open and searching for my cock. I go to lie on the bed and signal Mark to assist. He guides you to the bed and helps you climb up straddling my legs. Fearing that the effects of your oral may shorten my pleasure I take hold of your hips and slowly begin to rock you back and forth. You can feel my rock hard cock beneath your pussy lips as you slide back and forward along its length, your pussy almost soaking my cock and balls. With each movement my cock rubs against your pussy lips and clit, causing waves of excitement. I cannot help but admire your stunning body as I slide my hands across your smooth stomach and encase your tits. How I manage to stay silent is a mystery as before long you begin to moan and after further teasing, quietly utter the word 'please'. I then cause my cock to pulse which raises the tip and as you rock back, allows it to slide, balls deep into you wet pussy. This action causes me to break my silence and moan deeply. I grab your hips and guide you back and forth vigorously, fucking your sweet pussy hard and fast. The sight of your tits bouncing about within the confines of your black bra really does stimulate me and I go into overdrive, fucking you for all I'm worth – this is no tender sensual affair. Ryan has meanwhile stripped off completely and comes round to the bed. Still blindfolded you can't see this. Your mind is full of the sensations in your pussy and the sweet smell of sex that is now present. As your husband approaches the bed I pull you deeply onto my cock and hold you still, grinding pelvis to pelvis. As I do so I grab your gorgeous ass cheeks and spread them wide, showing your sweet ass to your spouse. Up until now you had remained quite quiet, moaning softly as we fuck, but when Ryan quickly and purposefully thrusts his hardened cock into your ass, you omit a loud moan and collapse forward onto my chest. Ryan then sets the pace and with each thrust, moves your pussy up and down my shaft. This double fucking has turned you into an animal, sweating and panting. A surprising string of obscenities flow from your mouth, as we both fill you full of cock. Your tight ass doesn't take long to bring Ryan off and as he thrusts long and deep into your ass you actually bite my neck, clamping down as he fills you with his cum. This is too much for you and you start to shake as your pussy pulses and your orgasm rips through your body. As I feel you climax, I allow myself to cum, flooding your pussy with what feels like a never-ending amount of sperm. I allow you and Ryan to recover as I dress and leave the room. As I glance back, I see you reaching over to kiss your husband, still blindfolded, as cum begins to leak from between your legs and trickle across one of your perfectly shaped buttocks. I make my way back down to the bar, nursing the reminder that you left me with; a distinct bite-mark on my neck. As planned, Ryan eventually brings you back to the bar for a further drink. As you settle down at the far side of the bar I can see that your face is still flushed. I cannot work out whether this is still a result of the huge orgasm you have just had, or from your husband leaning across and telling you that I am still here in the bar somewhere. You again glance round the bar, this time trying to work out who has just ravaged your body and left their cum in deep inside you. You momentarily look at me, but fail to notice the bite-mark. I know that you will soon walk from the hotel still not knowing who you just fucked, sucked and who's cock you just came on. Heightened Senses Written for my Master after He told me He would probe me next time He saw me. It's a rush story, but sometimes that's not a bad thing. Thanks for letting me share. I apologize in advanced for errors. ***** I woke up lying on my stomach. My eyes opened to the pitch black room. I felt cold metal on my bare breasts and stomach; my naked back side felt a breeze. I whimpered in confusion. I tried to yell for help, but nothing came out. I started to shiver out of both temperature and fear. I jumped suddenly as I felt warm fingers slide up my leg and over my thigh. The hand massages my plump ass as more goose bumps appeared. I again tried to yell with my non-existent voice. My attempts to move were thwarted by restraints. My hands were tied beneath the table and my feet were pinned to the table behind me. My other senses were heightened due to the lack of light. I heard an electronic beep and then the table started to move. My knees began to move in towards my stomach, causing my ass to rise. The table was now half the size it was before. The full weight of my body was on my knees and chest. Picture a roast pig with an apple in its mouth and hands tied under a table; that's what I felt like (aside from the apple part). The warm fingers were almost burning in comparison to the cold air as they touched my ass again causing me to jump. I tried to look around and get my eyes to adjust, but it was to no avail. I felt a finger slide down the crack of my ass. I tried to wiggle away from it, but it moved with me. I felt my body responding to the foreign invasion. My heart was racing as The finger slipped into my tight entrance. It pushed in gently. I tightened up and it stopped. I heard the sound before I felt the sting in my ass. The large warm hand put heat into my ass as it slapped me three times. I could feel my ass almost glowing with the sting. Once again I felt the finger probing my ass. It worked its way in. I relaxed as I submitted to my unknown assailant. I didn't I even know if it was a male or a female. The finger worked its way in. My body responding with its own heat and wetness. I began to moan under the pleasure it was giving me (or at least it would have been a moan if I could make a sound) I felt myself get wider as another finger entered me; moving in and out. My breasts moving into the cold metal table, causing my nipples to grow painfully stiff. I found myself pushing back into the fingers. All of a sudden they removed themselves from my wanton body. My ass wiggling in the air. I couldn't believe I was submitting to this. It was my worst nightmare and a fantasy come true. I felt something much larger and colder touch my back side. It felt harder than the fingers and it pressed into me. I could feel myself stretching as the foreign object forced its way into me. The pleasure mixed with pain was too much and I found myself cumming into the table. My juicing running down my thighs to the back of my knees. It didn't let up through my orgasm. The item was pushed deep into me and my ass was filled with what felt like a plug. I could feel myself gripping it and trying to push it out at the same time. My body still shaking from the unexpected display of lust. The item was pushed in and out of me as I began to rock back and forth. With a sudden pop the plug was removed and I could feel my gaping hole begin to go back to size. Before it could completely adjust I felt hot skin against my back side. Now I knew my assailant was a he. Not that I was proud of it, but I had felt a hard cock at my backside before and I knew what this was. The warm hands grabbed my hips as his cock began to push its way in. He felt much larger than anything I've felt before. I started my silent scream again; half moaning, half screaming. His prep work must have helped because it wasn't as bad as I expected. He continued to push himself into my body. I was now dripping as my body craved another release. His width was only surpassed by his length. I've never felt so full. He allowed my body to adjust as his full length was inside of me. The darkness mixed with the cold table and the heat of his body had me fully aware of every movement and every pulse. I could feel my heart beat in my ears and his pulse on the cheeks of my ass. He began to move slowly In and out. Thrusting short pulsing movements. He rocked back and forth in a rhythm. My silent scream turning to silent moaning. I felt close to cumming again and he slapped my ass once again.. His fingers dug into my hips as I felt him move with more vigor and need. His movement turned to thrusts and I felt myself impaled by this large cock. Deeper and harder he pushed and thrusted. When I thought I could take no more he spanked me once more and I came harder than I thought possible. My body convulsed and squirted over him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. With sudden force, I felt him unload into me and my body filled with his release. I continued to convulse around him as he began to remove his still solid cock. Now completely void of his member, I heard the beep of the table and it stretched out again to return me to my full length position. My breathing was heavy and my body continued to shake. I felt the warm hand on my head. No longer causing me to jump. I felt myself purr...although silently. He patted my head slightly and then nothing. I lay there, in the dark. I could feel his cum dripping out my ass as my own orgasm felt wet and sticky between my legs. I lay my face on the table and I contemplated what just happened. I didn't know what else to do but lay there and await my fate.