4 comments/ 111693 views/ 11 favorites The Blindfold By: Sabineteas She stood alone in a barely lit room. The woman was dressed elegantly in a black silk dress with spaghetti straps. It was low cut enough that she could not wear a bra. Black patterned stockings covered her legs and she wore three-inch heels. The heels made the muscles in her calves' stand out. She was dressed in the clothes that you had delivered to her. The room is large with an open space covered by an Oriental rug on which she stands. In front of the rug two rows of chairs are placed, enough chairs for twenty people. She had noticed the chairs and her face paled as you placed her on the rug in front of them. You smiled as you noticed the color drain from her face. You then left her to contemplate the chairs and to wonder who might be in them later. You left her there to think. To allow her mind to picture all the things that might be done to her. And she did. She had pictures of herself flashing through her mind as she stood in the room. Not knowing what to expect she, of course, could only imagine the worst. Soon, her stomach was in a knot and she was trembling slightly. As you opened the door to the room, you could see her start at the noise of the latch. Still, she stood where you had placed her. You could see her shoulders shaking and she was very pale. She would not look at you, but lowered her eyes to the rug in front of her feet. You hold a silk scarf in one hand and walk in front of her, stopping and lifting her chin. She looked at you; her eyes were filled with tears, wet and liquid. She was afraid, not of you, but what might happen to her. You smile at her and she moans softly. You let your fingers trace a line down her throat to the top of the dress, watching her shiver from the touch. Then you hold up the scarf and let her see it. She makes no sound, but her eyes widen. Then you move to her back and pull her hair behind her ears. The scarf is slipped over her eyes and you tie it behind her head, holding her hair away from her face and blinding her. She moans once more, slightly louder than before. You stand still for a short while, letting her feel your warm breath on her neck, but not touching her. Then both of your hands reach and touch her shoulders, then slide down her arms, stroking her softly. She shivers. Your hands slide back up her arms and continue to stroke her skin above the dress in front and back. You see goose bumps rise on her skin. You touch the hollow of her neck and behind her ears so lightly, making her moan again. Leaning into her, you softly kiss her neck and then move away. Now you whisper to her. "Be still and be quiet." She shudders but does not move otherwise. You walk to the door, your heels clicking on the wood floor once you have left the Oriental rug. She thinks you have left her and the sound of the door opening and closing makes her believe that you have left the room also. She stands as still as she can. Soon the trembling has stopped and she sighs softly. Her mind is racing even more. Now that she cannot see she doesn't know. Doesn't know if being blind is better than being able to see. She thinks you have left, but she isn't sure. She is finding it hard to be still, so she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Her hands remain at her sides. Her face lowers so that she seems to be looking at the floor. Each minute seems so much longer to her. Time seems to lasting forever. Then the door opens once more and she gasps softly, so softly it is almost unheard. Seemingly unbidden, her head lifts and turns to the door, but she cannot see. She strains to hear, the one sense she can use, but she is greeted by silence. You walk into the room, your heels clicking on the wood floor, masking other sounds. She hears both your heels and other softer sounds, but she is so focused on you, the others are unidentifiable to her. You walk around her; careful to stay on the wood floor so the sounds you make mask any sounds made by the others that enter behind you. You can see her straining to listen, trying to be sure that it is just you with her. The others that you have brought to this room are silent and take seats in the two rows of chairs before the rug. She sags slightly and then straightens still listening. She thinks she hears noise from in front of her, the slight rustling of clothes and scraping of shoes on the floor, but again she is not sure. Your steps around her fill her ears. When all have entered and seated themselves, you walk around her again, stopping at her back. You touch her bare skin once more, stroking her and she whimpers. The loss of her sense of sight makes her fearful. She shudders as you touch her, stroke her so lightly. The watchers gaze at her intently. Your fingertips slip and slide over her skin several times and her breathing becomes quicker and shallower. Once you have stroked her several times along her arms, chest and back, your hands stop at the catch of her dress. She knows what you are going to do and gasps as the catch comes loose. You let her accept that for a few moments, then grasp the zipper and slide it down oh so slowly. A soft sob escapes her mouth as she feels it glide down, opening her dress. Your hands slip inside and stroke her back, feeling the smooth skin and soft sparse hair that outlines her spine. Your hands slip to her sides and slowly rise from her waist to her armpits beneath the dress. She begins to pant softly, becoming aroused by your touch. A coughing sound in front of her is heard and she groans. "Oh no, oh god, oh my god." You chuckle softly behind her and kiss her neck as your hands rise to her shoulders and push the spaghetti straps off them. Her hands start to rise to grasp the dress. "No, be still, little one." With those words she moans audibly and her hands fall back to her sides. As they do, the dress slides down exposing her small, taut breasts. Her nipples have erected and stand out proudly. They are large and in the larger brown circle of her aureoles. She begins to sniffle. She is exposed to the waist and she does not know who is looking at her. She has never had this done to her before and expects that you are not done with her. She is correct. You whisper to her once more. "Let it fall." With a moan, her hands move out from her sides and the silk dress hisses down past her waist and legs to puddle around her feet. She is standing in only her panties, stockings and heels. Her hands lift slightly and then drop to her sides over and over as she resists the overpowering urge to cover her breasts and nipples. She knows that she must be still for you. But, as she struggles to obey, her face flushes a deep red. She is ashamed and humiliated because she knows that someone else is in the room looking at her. Your hands slip down and cup her bottom, squeezing it gently, forcing another gasp from her lips. Then you squat behind her, kissing her back on the way until your face is level with her bottom. She has felt your long blonde hair tickling her skin and the soft, moist touch of your lips. Now she feels your warm breath on her bottom. You place your hands on her hips, right at the waistband of her panties and press your cheek to her bottom. You are so proud of her. You know how ashamed she must feel and the struggle she has made to obey you. You allow her time to collect herself and then slip your thumbs into the waistband of her panties. When she feels this, she moans aloud. This moan, loud and clear, results in chuckles from in front of her. Her head jerks up and she turns it from side to side in panic. "Oh god, oh my god, please do not do this to me." Your hands inexorably move downward and her panties follow them. They twist as they slip down past her soft, silky hair at the vee of her legs. The strip of her thong behind her peels out of her crease. She sobs as she knows that her pussy is exposed to those in front of her. She knows there are people there, she knows. Your pull them down until they are around her ankles along with the silk dress. She is trembling. You whisper to her again. "Lift a foot, then the other." With a groan and tremendous effort, she obeys you. Her left foot rises and you slide her dress and panties behind that leg. She lowers that foot carefully and lifts her right foot. Now you can pull the dress and panties completely off her, leaving her in only stockings and heels. Her right foot returns to the floor. She hears you bundle her clothes and toss them away. She is naked, for all intents and purposes. Her face is still flushed deep red. You rise behind her, your fingertips tracing up her legs. You can feel her skin ripple under your fingertips. When you are standing, your hands are at her hips. She has lifted her hands away from her body instinctively, allowing you to touch her all the way from her ankles to her hips. Now you lean forward and kiss her neck again, moving your hands in front of her. Your fingertips slip through the silky patch of hair at the bottom of her belly. You tease her gently and her head falls back to lie on your shoulder. She is aroused. She wants you to touch her more, but cannot ask you. You know what she wants and tease your fingertips between her soft thighs, tracing one down then back up her slit. Involuntarily, her hips buck forward, pressing firmly against the finger. Another chorus of chuckles bursts forth and she blushes even deeper. You tease her more and then move your hands up her belly. She moans again when they leave her slit. You move to her breasts and cup her small, firm breasts. She gasps once more. Her hands lift and reach behind her head to hold yours to her. She is fully exposed and not attempting to cover herself at all. She is allowing you to fondle her where you choose. You can feel her trembling, both because of your touch and her exposure. Your fingers find her erect nipples and pinch and twist them gently, but even so she gasps. They tingle and lengthen as you toy with them. When you sense that they will grow no longer, you remove your hands and hear her whimper. Reaching into a pocket of your jacket, you remove a clip with a small weight. It is an open wire that will fit over her nipple. You move one hand and grasp a nipple, pulling it out. She gasps again. Fitting the wire over the nipple, you pinch it shut. Quickly you take the second clip from your pocket and do the same to the other nipple. You take your hands away but not before flicking the weights with a fingertip, making them sway. She gasps louder and begins to pant softly. It is not tremendously painful, but a sense of pinching and pressure that she feels. And the swaying of the weight pulls on her nipples, shooting both pleasure and a slight pain into them. You step back and motion to the watchers. One rises and silently walks to the front of her. With one hand, he thumbs her nipples and with the other, he cups her pussy, stroking it and the silky hair between her legs. She does not know that it is not you until the man tilts her head back and kisses her on the lips. Then she realizes that it is a man and she groans into his kiss. Her lower body pushes against his hand. She cannot help herself, she is too aroused. He traces her slit with one finger and she feels her petals opening for him. His finger gently moves up over her clitoris and she bucks against it. She is almost whining with arousal, but also with humiliation and shame. Her face is burning with shame at her responses. How can she respond like she is with a stranger? A man that she does not know? Her nipples are engorged with blood and so stiff. You motion and he moves away. This time you hold her shoulders so she knows you are behind her. You want her to know that. She feels hands on her breasts, her nipples and she groans once again. She is touched and fondled. A hand feels between her legs again. She is panting, then kissed by a woman. She starts and tries to get away, but you hold her still. "Be still!" Those words take the fight out of her and slumps back against you. She lets the woman touch her and feel her. She is even more ashamed now. Even more red, more humiliated. She knows she is being watched. She knows that people are there in front of her, seeing her naked and aroused. And she is letting them touch and feel her while others watch her being humiliated. She cannot help herself because you have told her to allow it. Tears begin to leak out of her eyes, wetting the silk covering them. One after another, men and women come to her and touch her. She has lost her will to resist and stands, allowing them to do what they wish to her. The only saving grace is that she cannot see them. The only noticeable effect is that she is constantly moaning and trembling, along with her red face. She is so ashamed of herself. You watch as she struggles with herself to allow the touches, the fondling. She is so glad that she cannot see. But she is wondering if they know who she is. She hopes that none of them do know her, but she is afraid that they all do. Finally all the watchers have had their opportunity to feel her and she is left alone with you. She is praying that this is over. Her breathing slows and becomes more regular as her arousal lessens. Her blindfold is soaked with tears. You now turn her so her bottom faces the chairs. You whisper to her. "Kneel." With a sob, she kneels on the Oriental rug. You bend and push her to her hands and knees. Then you walk behind her and with a foot, push her knees as far apart as they will go. "Lower your face to the floor and arch your back." "Oh god no, oh please, no, please no." "Do as I say." With a loud sob, she lowers her face to the floor and dips her back so that her bottom is the highest part of her. As she does this, she can feel cool air on her anus and knows it and her pussy are fully displayed. Her tender nipples are rubbing on the rug and she begins to cry. You motion once again. The first watcher rises and walks to her. She is sobbing as she feels a finger at her pussy, then penetrating her. The finger is thrust in and out of her pussy. She cannot stop crying. She is so ashamed and humiliated. He does it for a while then removes the finger and places it on her anus. Her head jerks up and she shrieks. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." But she is ignored as the finger pushes into her tight hole. She grunts as it goes up her rectum and she lowers her head in shame as she is fingered there. He does it for a while and then removes his hand from her. A woman replaces him. She continues to sob as the woman fingers her pussy and ass also. Even as humiliated as she is, she becomes aroused once more. When the finger leaves her, her bottom pushes back, begging for more penetration. She is slick from her pussy to her anus. Her labia are engorged and full. Her clitoris is as erect as her nipples are. She kneels, naked, and allows them to come to her. Each one does and fingers her. You watch her arousal and if she begins to come close to an orgasm, you stop them for a few moments until she no longer is close. At long last, each of those who had watched and toyed with her is through. Now you are the only one next to her, hearing her soft sobs and the shaking of her body. Instead of pushing a finger up her pussy or into her rectum, you feel under her until you find her clitoris. She whimpers when you do and when you begin to rub it gently, her hips begin to work on the finger. She works her hips back and forth, she has been teased and aroused for so long she cannot help it. Your finger thrums on her clitoris and she begins to pant and gasp. Her sobs are now forgotten, her only thought now is to orgasm. Between her hips working and your finger it is not long until she bucks hard against your finger and hand and groans as the spasms of her orgasm shoot through her belly. She humps against you hard and you let her do as she must until the spasms fade away. As the last spasm retreats, she slumps to the floor and rolls onto her side. Her hands cover her face and she cries softly. You nod to the watchers and they rise and leave the two of you in the room. When she hears the door close, she struggles to a sitting position. You remove her blindfold so she can see. "Why?" "Because I knew you wanted this, little one." She sniffles softly and realizes that you are right, but even so she is still ashamed and embarrassed. "Do they know who I am?" "Perhaps." She blushes deeply. The Blindfold The last thing you see before the blindfold covers your eyes is me holding my finger to my lips shushing you, then darkness. You're already naked and restrained, spread eagle on the bed. Losing your vision leaves you completely vulnerable. You feel something, something probing for your ass hole. You arch your back and try to make it as easy as possible for me to reach it. The first lubricated bead slides in with little resistance, followed by another, and another. You love the way they feel going in, but you manage to stay silent as commanded. Is that all of them? No, one more at least. When they finally stop, you relax your stomach muscles and lay prone on the bed once again, enjoying the feeling of the beads inside you. After a short delay, something begins to nuzzle at your lower lips. A finger? No. A nose maybe? It slips between your lips and slides up and down your slit. Then it begins to burrow into you. It's definitely way too long to be a nose. The dildo works its way in deeper slowly, pivoting, rotating, twisting. In, then out a little, then in deeper, then out a little. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. When it is finally in all the way, the motion stops and everything goes quiet again. You hold your breath listening for me. You think maybe I'm at the foot of the bed. The first clamp on your right nipple comes as quite a shock, but you manage to quickly stifle your gasp. The left one follows. The chain rests delicately across your body, just begging to be tugged on. There is another pause, and all of your senses tingle, wondering what comes next. It's a smell. My smell. Your favorite smell. How did I get so close to your face without you feeling me on the bed? You feel it touch your face, but it's not my pussy, just fingers, wet with the evidence of my desire. Evidence that is soon spread across your nostrils and lips. Now I'm all you can smell. You lick your lips, and let the flavor linger in your mouth. You want more, but you know better than to ask me for it. Your face wants my pussy. Your nipples are aching for attention beyond what the clamps are giving. The stationary toys between your legs are doing little more than teasing you at this point. Your clit is exposed and unsatisfied. You try to listen for me, but my bare feet make no sound on the carpet. Did I just leave you there? How long has it been? And then the clamps are off, both at once. The blood stings as it flows back into your nipples. You inhale sharply, but manage to avoid making a sound. You realize that I'm trying to get you to moan. You stick out your tongue at me in defiance, and I giggle before I can stop myself. The next sensations come across your body in waves. First air blown lightly across your skin, from your neck down to your feet, leaving goosebumps in its trail. Then a feather, light, tickling, moving in circles and straight lines, dancing across your skin. You're yearning for a harder touch. Something more substantial on your now hyper-sensitive skin. The first solitary drop of ice cold water falls on your left shoulder, causing you to jump in your restraints. The next on the right side of your belly button. Then your right calf. The randomness of it has you tensing all your muscles, trying to anticipate the next drop. When one hits your nipple, you almost cry out. Almost. The dripping stops, but the water already on you tickles as it slides off in trails onto the bed beneath you. It makes you squirm, trying to relieve the sensations, but not entirely able to. You want to ask me to stop, but you don't. You hold your tongue and wait (impatiently) for whatever is next. For a split second, your clit is vibrating, the feeling is so intense it's painful, then it's gone. Then it's back, but you're more ready for it this time. When it leaves again, you buck your hips forward, trying to feel it for longer. It has to be your silent vibrator. Just the tip, directly on your clit, then removed. A few more times. Short staccato bursts of sensation on your most sensitive area. Then its my tongue on your clit, just the tip, just for a second, then gone. Now the vibe again, now the tongue. Your face is bright red with the effort of holding in your voice, but somehow you manage. The vibrator again. But this time it's staying! Oh God it's staying! Now what you thought was just a dildo in your pussy starts rotating against your g-spot. Providing a counterpoint to the buzzing on your clit. Then my mouth closes around your right nipple, sucking hard while my tongue teases the tip in my mouth. You literally spasm with the pleasure of the orgasm you've been denied for so long. It's only intensified as I pull the beads out of your ass one by one. The peak seems to last forever. When you're finally exhausted, and the toys have been turned off and removed, the faintest echo of your screaming still hangs in the air. The blindfold comes off and you blink rapidly against the light. Eventually my smirking face comes into focus and you hear my voice. "I win." The Blindfold For some time now, my wife has had an on-going fantasy of being fucked by me while sucking another guy’s dick. This scenario usually comes up while we are having sex and Sheila, my wife, gets really worked up. She starts talking really dirty and telling me how much she would love to have both of her holes, her mouth and her cunt, fucked at the same time. Hearing her talk like that always sends me over the edge and I cum hard and fast. I never really thought she would go for her fantasy outright, so I decided to set something up so once she was there, Sheila wouldn’t have a choice. Finding someone to “volunteer” their cock would be no problem at all. My wife is gorgeous and I have always been the envy of my male friends. Sheila has long, straight blonde hair which she usually has pulled back in a ponytail. Her tits are small and firm and her nipples are perpetualy hard, which turns a plain t-shirt into a masterpiece. Her sex drive is endless and I have never known her to say no to one of my “ideas”. Even after ten years of marriage, our sex life was as hot, if not hotter than it was while we were dating. Even so, I was about to turn up the heat. On the afternoon of our 10th anniversary, I sent my wife a dozen red roses and a card with a special message. The card said to be on our bed at 8pm wearing nothing but a red garter belt and black stockings and to be sure and “shave”. I threw that last part in there as an afterthought. I love the way her pussy lips feel just after she has shaved them, all smooth and slippery. I get hard just at the thought of running my tongue over them. Anyway, I knew that Sheila would be totally turned on by the time I got home and I couldn’t wait. So, after work, I picked up my friend Rick, the “volunteer”, and we headed to my house. We quietly let ourselves in the back door and I motioned for Rick to stay in the kitchen until I was ready. I could see Rick’s bulge through his pants and I laughed and told him to be patient. On the way to our room, I stopped in the hallway and pulled one of the roses that I had sent Sheila, out of the vase she had put them in. The door to our bedroom was open and I stood there a moment admiring the image of my beautiful wife lying on our bed. Her blonde hair was fanned out across the pillow and her hands were resting peacefully on her flat stomach, rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes were closed as I approached the bed and I could tell that she had fallen asleep while waiting for me. I took the rose and gently rubbed the fragrant petals across her hard nipples. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled, holding her hand out to me. I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a long, black blindfold. Sheila’s eyes searched mine, silently questioning what I had in mind. Without saying a word, I leaned over the bed and tied the blindfold firmly around her eyes. I whispered into her ear to trust me and just enjoy. Her body trembled with anticipation. I told her to relax and that I would be right back. I went into the kitchen and motioned Rick to follow me into the bedroom. I pointed to a large armchair in the corner of the bedroom and Rick went and quietly sat down, his eyes never leaving my wife. I undressed and lay down on the bed next to my wife. I stroked her body softly, starting at her sensitive neck and working my way down to her long legs, admiring the way they looked in the black stockings, perfect. I soon replaced my hands with my lips, taking a hard nipple between my teeth and flicking my tongue over it. Sheila responded with a throaty moan. She was so turned on already that her hips were moving in little circles on the bed. I continued my assault on her nipples, going back and forth between each one, sucking hard and then blowing softly, making her squirm. I left her tits and thrust my tongue into her hot, sweet mouth. She immediately started to suck on my tongue and I slipped my fingers into the warm folds of her pussy. God, she was so wet! She thrust her hips up to meet my touch and I shoved three fingers into her tight little hole. She came instantly. I released my hold on her mouth and glanced over to see Rick slowly stroking his stiff prick. It was show time. I told Sheila to get on all fours and move to the edge of the bed. She quickly followed my command. I dropped to my knees behind her and started licking the sweet pussy juice from her thighs. I ran my tongue from her hole to her clit while my hands massaged her firm ass. She was moaning and begging me to fuck her. She told me she wanted my big hard cock to fuck her wet pussy. She kept reaching under herself to play with her clit while I fucked her cunt with my tongue. I gave her one last lick and replaced my tongue with my cock. I eased the large tip into her pulsing cunt as slowly as I could. With one hand on her hip and the other wrapped in her long hair, I pulled her head back and shoved my cock all the way home. As I pounded her tight pussy with my meat, I nodded my head at a now naked Rick, to take his place by Sheila’s head. I told Sheila that her fantasy was about to come true, and when she started to question me, Rick touched the tip of his cock to her lips. Because she was blindfolded, she didn’t know who it was and I wanted to keep it that way. At first, she pretended to protest, but I knew she was too excited to pass up this chance of acting out her fantasy. She eagerly took Rick’s cock into her mouth and sucked like I have never seen her suck before. I slowed down my rhythm so I could watch Sheila work her magic. She ran her tongue around the tip of Rick’s cock, then up and down the shaft. She flicked the tip of her tongue against his piss hole and gently squeezed his balls with one hand. Rick had his hands on her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers, his eyes fixed on my wife’s mouth engulfing his cock. At the same time, Rick and I picked up the pace and my wife’s fantasy was finally fulfilled. Both of her holes were being fucked at the same time. Rick was now holding Sheila’s head in his hands and pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, while I slammed her pussy as hard as I could. With her mouth full of cock, she kept begging us to cum and telling Rick how wonderful his cock tasted. That’s all it took for us. Rick shot his load into my wife’s mouth and she sucked down every last drop. I took my pulsing cock out of her pussy and squirted my cum all over her ass. Still sucking on Rick’s cock, Sheila reached behind and rubbed my cum all over her ass. I have never seen my wife so turned on. She was totally on fire. I had lost track of how many times she had cum, but she was begging for more. I asked her if she would like to fuck the cock that she had just sucked off. I had not planned this part, but if my wife was willing, then I had no problem watching her get fucked by my best friend. Her answer was to release her hold on Rick’s cock, roll over onto her back and spread her legs. She parted her pussy lips with one hand and slipped a finger from her other hand into her dripping hole. She made small circles with her finger, showing off her beautiful cunt for her fantasy stranger. Rick was stroking his cock back to life and I sat down on the bed next to Sheila and licked and sucked her tits. She was begging Rick to fuck her, telling him she wanted to feel his big cock in her hot pussy. Rick kneeled between her legs and moved her fingers aside to make room for his eight inches. He wasted no time and entered her fast and hard. Sheila began to cum immediately. She was thrusting her hips up against his cock as fast as Rick was thrusting his cock into her cunt. I watched, amazed, as his glistening cock went in and out of my wife’s pussy. I reached down and rubbed her clit with the tip of my finger. This sent Sheila into a cumming frenzy. I gently kissed her mouth, dipping my tongue inside and whispering how beautiful she looked being fucked by another man. Unable to hold back any longer, Rick took his cock out and came all over Sheila’s bald pussy. She reached down and rubbed his cum around her clit and pussy lips. She tried to remove her blindfold and I told her no, that she would ruin the fantasy if she actually knew who her mystery lover was. She reluctantly agreed. My motives for Sheila not knowing were purely selfish. I wanted to see how she acted and what would happen the next time our group of friends got together for dinner. She would have to endure the wonder and a little embarrassment of socializing with our friends, not knowing which one she had sucked and fucked. I couldn’t wait! Rick and I got dressed and after giving Sheila a quick kiss goodbye, I took Rick home. When I got back, Sheila had showered and changed into her favorite sweats and a t-shirt. She was curled up on our bed asleep, with a small, contented grin on her beautiful face. I couldn’t wait to hear what her next fantasy was going to be. The Blindfold "You will come to the door nude and wearing a blindfold. I will knock twice, and then three times, and you will open the door. You are not to speak. I will come in, and you will be guided to the center of the room, where you will get on your hands and knees. At no time are you allowed to speak. If you do as you are guided, you will be rewarded. If you utter one word, I will leave immediately. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Good. I will call you when I leave." I knew the deep voice on the other end of the phone. Master had been training me for a few months now. It always seemed as if he knew when I had become comfortable with things, and he always knew just how to step it up to the next level. I was trembling slightly as I thought over the instructions he'd just given me. This was going to be a challenge. I would not be able to see. I would not be able to speak. With my senses and my communication restricted this way, I would have to trust him totally, and rely on him to guide my every movement and response. It would certainly prove to be a test of my focus and my training. The day passed fretfully for me. It was difficult for me to concentrate on any of the tasks that lay on my desk in front of me. It seemed as though I went through my duties on auto-pilot. His words just kept echoing in my brain...nude...blindfold...you are not to speak....hands and knees.... As the day wore on I got more and more agitated. There was so much I had to do in preparation for his arrival! I had to make sure my house was clean and I had to find a suitable blindfold. I had to shower and I especially had to make sure I was well-shaved--Master liked a clean-shaven pussy. It seemed as though the clock marched so slowly to 5 pm. My co-workers seemed to be taunting me in their cheerfulness. Perhaps this was all part of Master's plan, to leave me all day to wonder what he would do to me, to tease me by dangling it close in front of me and yet just out of my reach. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was 5 pm and time to leave the office. The rush-hour traffic seemed to be far worse than usual, but finally I got home around 5:15. Good. About 45 minutes before he gets off work...plenty of time to get ready. Luckily I always tended towards neatness, so there was not much to do to get the house ready. It would take longer to get myself ready. But at least I didn't have to pick out clothes. Except the blindfold! I rummaged around in the bathroom looking for an old box that I kept my bandanas in. Finally I found it, and pulled out a solid black one. I tried it on to make sure it was suitable, and it proved to be more than up to the task it was about to be drafted for. As I started the water in the shower, I noticed that I had become strangely calm. I was no longer watching the clock tick away the minutes, teasing me with each second, with nothing for me to do but wait. The waiting was over, and at last I could do something, I could prepare for the evening that lay ahead of me. Inactivity always made me a very impatient person. As long as there was something for me to do, some task to move me along towards the goal, then I was fine. But I had never been one to idly wait well. I took my time in the shower, enjoying the warm water and shaving myself very carefully so that all came out nice and smooth. The water felt good as it coursed over my body--very relaxing. When I was satisfied that everything had been done well, I stepped out of the shower and smoothed lotion all over myself. I glanced up at the clock. 5:45. Still time left for any last minute preparations. I lit some candles and put on some music to help me pass the last several minutes. The phone rang. "One last thing. Put a bottle of baby oil on the table." "Yes, Sir." Once that was done, I sat down on the couch with the blindfold in my lap. A little bit of trembling was starting to creep back into my body. I was waiting again. I couldn't tell if I was trembling in anticipation, or nervousness. This was going to be a new experience for me, and my biggest concern was that I would somehow fall short of what Master expected of me tonight. I became lost in my thoughts for several minutes, and was startled back to reality when the phone rang again. "I'll be there in five minutes." Taking a deep breath, I raised the blindfold to my eyes and tied it behind my head. I tested it to make sure it was snug and that it would stay in place. Then, with my world wrapped in darkness, I focused on the music that was playing. I knew the songs well, so I was able to gauge the time. I did fairly well in my estimation, too, because right at what I judged to be be about five minutes, I heard Master's knock at the door. I got up and felt my way to the door. I took a deep breath, then unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped back. Luckily it was a warm evening, so the air pouring in through the door didn't chill my naked body. I heard the door close, then the sound of my Master putting something on the couch. I felt a pair of firm hands on my shoulders, turning me around. The hands guided me to the center of my living room, and then put gentle pressure on my shoulders in a signal to get down on my knees. I knew I was to do this from the instructions, so I got down on my knees and then bend forwards so I was completely on hands and knees. The hands left my shoulders and I stayed perfectly still, straining to pick up any hint of sound around me. I tried to control my trembling and breathing as I heard the sounds of undressing behind me. After a few moments I could hear nothing else. I imagined that my Master had been watching me while he was undressing, and I imagined a smile on his face. I felt strong legs straddle me near my ass, and felt a cock rubbing against the small of my back as he silently began to dry-hump me. It wasn't long before I felt him move around to the front of me and pull me up into a full kneel. He slapped my face a few times with his cock before putting it to my lips. Instinctively I licked the head for a moment before taking the dick in my mouth and beginning to suck. He buried his hands in my hair and guided my movements and speed. With no sight, I couldn't look up at him and judge how I was doing. He was being completely silent, offering no sounds at all save his breathing, which was beginning to grow harder and faster. As his cock grew in my mouth, I sucked deeper and harder. I thought I would pleasure him more, and I brought my hand up to his shaft. No sooner had I touched it than he took my hand and firmly removed it and dropped it back down to my side. At this point I was worried that I'd angered him, but the rhythm continued uninterrupted. We spent several minutes like this, with the thrusts into my mouth slowly becoming deeper and more forceful. I took his thrusts as best I could, sucking hard on his cock and teasing the shaft and the head with my tongue. I loved my Master's taste, and the feel of his cock in my mouth as I sucked it. I forgot all about being blindfolded, my focus was completely on sucking him off and giving him pleasure with my mouth. I could hear that his breathing was quite pronounced at this point, and I thought that he was getting close to shooting his load right into my mouth. I sucked harder and teased faster with my tongue, and suddenly the hands in my hair pulled me back and off of him. I felt his cock slapping my face several times, this time followed by his hand. He presented to my lips again, and I took him in and resumed my sucking and teasing. He reached down and took my hand and put it between my legs in a signal for me to finger myself while I sucked him. I had been so focused on him that I hadn't noticed how horny I was until my fingers touched my wet and swollen pussy. I greedily stroked my lips and clit while I continued to suck him off. It wasn't too long before he withdrew from my mouth again and slapped his cock against the sides of my face. He removed my hand from my clit and guided me back down on my hands and knees. I felt him move around behind me, but at this point he was not touching me. After a moment's pause, I felt something cold drip onto the small of my back--the baby oil! After letting several drops pour out on me, he began to rub the oil over the small of my back and down my ass. He worked it down into the crack, and I felt his fingers lubing up the hole he was about to invade. He worked his fingers in and out of me a few times, as I began to rock back against his hand. When he was satisfied that I was ready, he slowly began to push his hard cock against my ass. I pushed back against him, hungry to have Master's cock push deep into my ass. I felt the head poised just at the opening, teasing me for a moment before he began to slowly push into me. He pushed slowly and gently into my tight ass. I couldn't help but moan, he had such a huge cock and it felt so good to have him pushing deep inside me. It was a little uncomfortable for a moment once he was all the way in, but I felt him stroking my back, which helped me relax into it. He was still for a moment, then he gently began to thrust in and out, and I responded by thrusting my ass back against him. After a short time he began to thrust faster into me. He pushed my head down to the carpet, and guided me down until I was laying on the floor. He pressed himself on top of me and I could feel how hot and sweaty he was becoming. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, and hear that he was breathing very fast and heavy. Other than that, I could hear and see nothing. He pushed so deeply into me in that position that I couldn't help but moan with almost every thrust. I almost blew everything at one point when he thrust very deeply into me and I began to moan "oh, f..." but luckily I caught myself in time and Master didn't hear a word from me. We continued like this until I thought he was just about to cum, then he pulled out of me and paused for a moment. He laid on the floor beside me and guided me into position straddling him. This was challenging to respond to because I could see nothing and had no idea what he wanted until I was nearly on top of him. Once I was in position, I felt his hard cock at the opening of my ass again, and I lowered myself onto it. I leaned back a little and greedily moved up and down on his dick. Again all I had to go by was the depth and speed of his breathing. He wasn't even offering the slightest sound of a moan. I began to wonder if I wasn't pleasuring him enough, so I worked faster and deeper on his cock. I placed my hands on his chest to steady me and I felt that he was very hot and sweaty. I leaned forward so that each thrust rubbed my clit against him, and the pleasure of that worked me into a frenzy of movement. After a few moments, he placed his hands over mine and held them very still. Somehow I knew this was a signal to slow down and stop, which I did, and when I did I felt his cock pulsing inside me. He'd shot his load in my ass, and cum completely silently. We rested and caught our breaths for a minute, then he guided me off of him and laid me on my side on the floor. I heard him get up and leave the room. After a few minutes, I heard him come back into the room and then I heard him putting his clothes back on. I thought to myself that it was almost at an end and soon he'd be removing the blindfold and talking to me, and allowing me to speak in return. When he had his clothes back on, Master gave my ass a good hard smack. And he opened the door and left... The Blindfold You called up and said you had a huge surprise for me. I was hoping it was dinner and a movie, I asked for hints, but you gave me none. So I asked what I should wear. You said that little flowing black skirt of yours, with that tight, red button down, little shirt with a black silk thong and a black silk bra. I said that seemed very specific, we must be going somewhere nice. And you said you would pick me up in 30 minutes. I wouldn't waste time getting ready for something like that. 30 minutes pasts and there you are. I answer the door and you say I look amazing and pull me in to give me a deep kiss running your hand up my leg to feel the thong you had requested, knowing it's only for you, I hate these things. And that's when you ask if I trust you. I pull away and say of course. You hand me a black bandana and say "put this on over your eyes, you will have to wear it most of the night." I was like, "I trust you but come on it's not that big of a surprise." You say, "Yes it is, it's requested you wear this. If you trust me, you will." So I covered my eyes, and said, "I'm not talking to you. Till I know what's going on." We get in the car and when you can't see it seems like forever. You slide your hand back up my skirt. I can't help but moan in pleasure; I'm so turned on by being held in the dark. You say see that makes you feel better, still mad at me? I said yes and I will be till I can see. You said I think that's going to be awhile, but I promise you are going to love every minute of it. Finally the car comes to a stop; you get out of the car and get me. We walk a few steps and I hear you knock at the door. The door opens and a hand grabs at mine and brings me inside. It's not yours. This hand is soft and inviting, and I can still feel you behind guiding me. I ask if I can finally take this thing off, and you said no I'm sorry but you promised. Just trust me baby. And then from the other side of the room I hear, "That will be enough talking. It's ok. Keep your eyes hidden, I promise you will enjoy this" comes from a woman, she sounds very soothing but very strict. And that's when I say, "What is going on here, please tell me, I'm getting kind of scared." I feel the soft hands rub down my cheek, "It's ok honey, I'm going to take good care of you, both of you," from the woman. She takes my hand and leads me to another room where she sets me down on what feels like a bed. It's got a very silky feeling then she tells me to sit back till I feel the headboard. I do as she says. When I hear you ask what you are to do, and her reply is to sit there and watch till you are needed. I'm getting so turned on but still a little scared, I had always wanted to be with a woman and you knew this but I had no idea it would be anything like this. I scooted up and felt someone get on the bed in front of me, crawling towards me, the soft hands grabbed my right hand and raised it up, at the same time I felt something soft and fluffy wrap around my wrist. She was tying me to the bed. She did the same thing to me left hand. I felt her lean down on me, she whispered you are going to enjoy every minute of this as she grabbed my right ankle to something off of the side of the bed and then my left. I was able to still move them pretty freely to a point. I loved every bit of her taking control and I could not help but want more and more. I felt her body come down over mine. She was breathing heavy on my face, I wanted her, trying to move my legs to help move her closer. But instead she was resisting me, teasing me. Making me want her more. I felt her breathe down my neck, her hand slowly run down my top curves. Stopping at my breasts and making sure to give them both such attention. I wanted her to rip my top open right then. But she didn't, she was still moving down. Her hands sliding down my stomach and now to my black skirt. I felt her soft hand reach under to my thigh. Running her fingers up and down teasing me. I thought I would orgasm right then, but just then she spoke. I see he told you to wear thong for me as she slides her fingers down the small stringy straps, and I let out another moan of pleasure. I felt her heavy breathing now on my thigh, as if she were going sniff it. She was running up my leg with her face right under my skirt. I moved my hips towards her pulling her towards me. I felt her pull at my thong with her fingers still teasing me as I squirm to get her as close as possible. Taking them off slowly with her hand I felt her kiss on top of them slowly and back down my thigh. She untied one of my legs and slipped the thong off. I could hear you in the back ground but I had lost all since of where I was, lost in her teasing at me. My hot pussy was now aching for something it had never known. I felt air fly through me, my panties off and my skirt hiked up and soft face breathing into me. A tongue now sliding down my creases feeling my sex juices flowing. Followed by 2 fingers sliding behind the wetness. My legs spread wide I felt her tongue slide back into me. This time it went deep inside me and I arched my back in the wet pleasure. Her 2 fingers back up to my clit now circling faster and my hips moving in motion I moaned in pleasure. I felt her move away slowly kissing at me and I said no firmly, she said ill be back. I heard her off to the side moving things around on a dresser and felt her come back to me moments later. This time her breathing was back at my face. She kissed me deep. This time I hear you, you liked it. And I heard you says "she's going to love that" But I guess you were not allowed to talk, she said next time you will have to leave the room. I could hear what I thought was you unzipping your pants and getting undressed but you seemed so far away I was unsure. After our kiss I felt her unbutton my shirt. She was unable to take it off because of my arms. Instead she pulled each breasts from the cups of my bra. My nipples large and erect waiting on her. She circled the left one with her tongue and then the right. And back to the left. Her hands massaging at them. Her hands slid down my stomach, as did her heaving breathing. Kissing down my navel she moved the skirt out of her way. Her warm breathing came back to my hot pussy, this time I felt something more. It was cold and sliding up my leg. It was round, just as I felt it touch my lips, she turned it on... she started at my clit leaving it there and me unable to hold myself in one spot had to keep moving. I Held myself up and felt her face come back inside of me, her tongue sliding deep right into me. Back and forth of me. Giving her full access to my ass. Her tongue slid back to my rim. Sliding in and out of it all around and back to my hole. this time she slide the large, cold, round vibrating piece inside my whole and went at my clit with her tongue. There was no longer holding the juices back. Once it slid inside it became wet and was able to move in and out of me with ease. She took it out of me and licked back down to my hole, making sure she got a good taste of my sex drip. She slid her tongue on back to my ass again. This time I turned over a bit for her. Moving my legs around to get her full access to my ass. She licked in and out and around. Using her fingers to move around my hole. I felt the cold hard plastic sliding back to it... as it went in I screamed in pleasure and pain. She slid it in hard and fast and brought her heavy breathing back to my clit. Sucking at it, licking and flicking it. I could not stand it. I felt myself orgasm again this time she her tongue came back to my hole and slide deep inside of me. Still ramming me hard in the ass. I heard you again, pleading with her to let you help. This time she said nothing, she must have motioned you over. You gave me a deep hard kiss, I knew it was you. She was still ramming me and sucking on my clit again. Faster and harder now; I felt you get on top of my face. Your hard cock hit me on the cheek and you pushed it to my moth. You were on your knees straddling over me, my eyes still covered; I took it in deep with no other choice. You began rocking up and down on me as she sucked my clit she took it out of my ass and stuck it back in my hole, hard and fast, and took it back out again. I felt her soft hands come around to my breasts as you were straddling my face rocking up and down harder and faster deeper in my mouth. At some point I realized she was no longer inside of me but had moved onto you. You were telling me ever thing she was doing as you moaned in pleasure of her teasing at the rim of your ass with her tongue. She slid one of her hands around to your dick, so I could only take you in so far. You were moaning every time you came down on me face. She pulled out off of me, and then your cock was taken from my mouth. There was no one touching me now I could only hear things. She untied my hands but told me to stay where I was, to just listen. You were at the other end of the bed and she was now telling me every move you were making on her. There was no foreplay for her. Your rock hard cock was shoved into her showing no mercy. She screamed in pleasure, almost laughing at the pain. She was wet from the excitement of me. She said her legs were tight around your neck and you were thrusting into her. I could not handle it, I started to circle my clit again myself. Moaning in pleasure it hurt so much. She screamed again and said she orgasm all over you, just before she took your cock out of her and drank your cum. I heard her ask me why I was playing with myself, that's what you and she were there for. Then I heard nothing for a second and felt both of you moving around on the bed. This time it was a hot, sex smelling pussy straddled over my face. She was backwards, and I wasn't sure why. But I would soon learn. With the use now of my hands I was able to pull her lips apart and glide my tongue deep. She was wet with her cum all the way back to her ass. I slid my tongue deep in her returning every favor she had on me. At the same time I felt you untying my legs. They were free for a moment till I felt you take control of them. Sliding them now on your shoulders, first you teased my clit with your big hands... teasing at it and sliding your fingers down in me. My hot pussy called for you and me moaning as hard as I could from deep inside her. I grabbed at her ass pulling it in close to me as I felt you thrust into me. With her between us, she was able to keep you from getting too passionate with me. I could feel your hands meet mine on her ass. I grabbed for you. I needed your hard cock to thrust me harder take it deeper then she could reach. You moaned in pleasure of my hot pussy and she screamed as I jammed that cold plastic piece into her hole deep. She said she was almost ready, so did you. I said cum in me baby. Both of you. I felt her tense up in me and I felt you explode hard in me, I licked deep inside of her to get all of her, and she got off of me. She took the blindfold off my face and kissed down my chest to my pussy and began again inside of me. Sucking our juices from my wet pussy. You sat back and watched. Still stroking your hard cock. IT was purple and you said it hurt so badly. Sweat was dripping from your forehead. I watched her licking me, sucking at my clit. She was beautiful. Her hair was a mess and was wet around the edges from sweat. Sticking to her face and her chest. As I watcher her pleasure me again and again, while you sat there watching us smiling. I felt myself Cumming all over again. I screamed this time and clutched at the bed as it came hard. We all lay in bed for the next hour. Till I finally spoke up and asked next time, can we blind fold him? The Blindfold Her mind slowly clawed its way up through the darkness that had claimed her for an unknown amount of time. She still couldn't see. Her foggy brain remembered walking into the bedroom to investigate an odd sound, but after that...nothing. More awareness returned. No, she thought...it wasn't that she couldn't see, she couldn't open her eyes. Something soft was pressed firmly into them and held in place by some sort of band around her head. "Odd" was the only comment from her clouded mind. Consciousness continued to return piece by piece as she tested her situation and discovered new aspects of it. Eventually, she came to the firm conclusion that she was blindfolded. Then, after a moment of consideration, she realized she was face down on something soft. She tried to feel what it was, but found she couldn't move her hands. No, that wasn't exactly it. Her mind struggled to understand. Suddenly, clarity snapped into place and the situation clearly defined itself. She was bound, blindfolded, gagged, and most likely face down on a mattress. Her breathing quickened and her heart began to race as panic ensued. At first, she sat very still, listening for a clue to what was going on outside the darkness of the blindfold. The only smell was that non-smell of a clean, climate controlled space. She only sound was the low hum of an air conditioner as its refrigeration drifted across her skin. That thought lingered for a moment and then, once again, panic gripped her. She was naked! She began to struggle, but was awarded only with a faint, plaintive squeaking from what she was certain was a bed frame. After several moments of fruitless struggling, she collapsed...sweating and exhausted. The effort had done nothing except define her situation very clearly. Her ankles were bound with what seemed to be rope or another soft material. They were attached to something that kept them spread across the bed, but her wrists were together over her head. The stretched out position made it difficult to struggle, much less accomplish any sort of escape. The dark nothingness of the blindfold offered no clues. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, when suddenly the world shifted to the left. Everything tilted and for a moment she was confused again, wondering what had happened as the bed squeaked its now familiar complaint. Her mind was working to grasp this new event when a hand touched her back. As panic again overcame her, she realized that not only wasn't she alone, but whoever was with her was now on the bed. She felt them move over her, taking up a position between her legs, their own legs...rough and hairy...scraping against her. She started to struggle again, but the large hand on her back held her firmly down. It could only be a man and the truth of the situation crashed down on her mind which fought desperately to deny it. She tried again to open her eyes, to turn her head, to see this person, but the blindfold offered only the blank, black that had become her world since she awoke. Even as she worked to squirm away, his other hand started to probe her, seeking the opening between her legs. No, she thought. No, no, no. With a slight shift that brought another complaint from the bed, he thrust mercilessly into her. Pain ripped through her as he forced himself down into her dry canal. She tried to scream, but the gag allowed only muffled protests to escape. He kept his hands firmly on her back as he drove harder and harder into her. The searing hurt, the situation, the biting of the ropes into her wrist and ankles, and the insensitive nothingness of the blindfold brought tears to her eyes as her screams turned to sobs. As she went from struggling to sobbing, he risked reaching down with one hand to pinch the nipple on one of her breasts, which were splayed out and compressed between her ravaged body and the bed. This new pain fed into her, mingling with the other pain, the scent of sweat and sex, and the wet feel of the blindfold now soaked with tears. He continued for what seemed like an eternity inside the blindfold's unending black. He drove so hard that she was sure he'd puncture through her. And then, the pain began to lessen. He continued as he had, one hand still pinching her nipple, his body grinding against her...but something had changed. She was wet in a way different from the tear soaked eternity covering her eyes. The fondling of her breast had awakened something. The smell of her own scent drifted lightly to her. Her sobs increased bitterly as her own body answered in some fashion to the brutal attack. And she knew, as the sensation grew within her, that it would only get worse. Her mind worked to keep its grip on sanity. He was thrusting faster now that he had some lubricant to work with. He moved his hands to her hips and lifted her off the bed do plunge deeper. Unable to resist, she simply cried into the darkness as the situation built to it inevitable climax. Before long, he dropped her hips back onto the bed, planted his hands on either side of her head, and started driving her down into the bed which creaked is protest along with her muffled sobs. Each push drove the air from her lungs and she struggled around the gag to keep oxygen in her lungs. A low groan began to build in his throat as she felt the first pulse of him within her. It was then that the betrayal became complete, and her body pulsed in response. With his arms rubbing against the sides of her head, he gave a few quick, sharp thrusts and then collapsed on top of her. They lay like that for a moment as she cursed the damp black that robbed her site. Eventually, he got up and left the bed which complained as much at his departure as it had at his arrival. She heard him chuckle softly to himself and then was left to wonder if she was alone in her black infinity or if something lurked outside the blindfold, waiting to assault her again. The Blindfold Gary and Ange walk down the hall of the hotel, their luggage following behind them. Ange's heart is racing in her chest as she opens the door to their room. She knows her instructions, yet she keeps replaying them through her mind. Go in, set luggage aside, go get ice, then return for whatever Gary has in store for me. I wonder what it is... As He follows her in, her eyes scan the room noting the lay out of the room, where the bed is in relation to everything else. She nods as it is committed to memory and she pauses to put her luggage out of the path of traffic. Ange takes the ice bucket and says, "Be right back, Master," kisses Him on the cheek and slips out of the room to go get the ice. She walks down then long hallway and fills the bucket, listening to the clatter of the cubes as they accumulate in the small bucket. As she returns down the hallways, her mind turns to the afternoon ahead, of things that may happen. He's been horribly quiet so far. I'm not sure I like that. I hope I'll be able to do all that He asks of me and see that proud look in His eyes. He's been so mysterious too. Well, whatever it is I'm sure I'll be able to handle it. And with that thought, she opens the door with the key and slips back into the room. At once, she feels the change in the air. The room is dimly lit and the air is a bit cooler but not too cold. She sets the chilly bucket on it's tray then turns around to see Him sitting in the corner chair, dark eyes watching her every movement. Ange's heart flutters in her chest, a feeling of anticipation filling her, as she looks to the Man she adores with every fiber of her being. Gary smiles at her and asks her to strip for Him. She purrs softly and says, "As You wish Master." Ange takes two steps away from the table, knowing she'll need a bit of room for this. She slowly turns around in a circle, knowing He likes to appraise His treasure both with clothes on and without. Ange loves the outfit she has on, knowing the dark green, form fitting blouse and black skirt with fishnet stockings and heels makes her look like the woman she is... sexy, smart, and fun loving. She shivers as she feels Gary's gaze hungrily looking her over. Having gone in a complete circle, she stops and faces Him once more, and sees the hunger in His eyes. Ange then slowly starts to unbutton her blouse, with each button undone, she exposes more and more of her creamy flesh to Him. Slowly opening the blouse and sliding it off her shoulders, she sees the hunger deepen in His gaze as His eyes devour her breasts that are barely held in by a black lace bra. Ange purrs again and runs her fingertips over the mounds of flesh, knowing that He loves to watch her touching herself. Winking, she turns to face away from Gary and slowly undoes the zipper of her skirt and slowly slides it down her legs, bending at the waist. Carefully, she steps from the skirt and slides her hands up her legs as she straightens up. She stands for a moment in her bra, the garter and fishnet stockings and heels, slowly turning around again so He can see everything. Her hands slide down her tummy and around to the back of her as she unhooks her bra and lets that fall to the floor as well. Stepping out of her heels, she undoes the garter belt and slides it and the stockings off her legs one at a time. Righting herself once more, she slowly turns in another circle showing Him His breasts, His pussy, His ass before stopping and standing with her arms behind her back and feet spread at shoulder width. Gary watches Ange for a few moments, knowing that she needs a few minutes to get into her submissive mindset. He finally rises and steps to her and circles her. His fingertip trail over the flesh that He's claimed as His own. A faint smile crosses His lips as He feels her shudder, feels her slipping into that zone He loves her to be in. Gary leans in, close to her ear and whispers, "Hello bitch. Are you ready for Me?" Ange's whimper is His only reply but He knows by that alone that she's more than ready. He whispers in her ear again, "I asked you a question. Do not force Me to repeat myself." Ange shudders with delight as His breath tickles her ear and sets fires all over her body. She licks her lips and says softly, "I am ready Master... I'm ready to be pushed as only You can." Gary gives her a growl of satisfaction and tells her to go fetch the leather cuffs. She moves quickly but knows He is watching and feels His gaze upon her naked flesh. She grabs the leather cuffs for both ankles and wrists and steps back to Him and offers them to Him. He takes one of the ankle cuffs and secures it around her leg and then the other, checking to be sure that the circulation will not be cut off. Then Gary takes one of the wrist ones and looks her in the eyes. His brown eyes search hers of blue for a few moments, as if looking for something. Seeing it, He lifts one of her wrists to His lips and gently kisses it before securing the cuff of leather to first one wrist and then the other. Gary then swats her on the ass and tells her to climb onto the bed. Ange grins at the swat then steps to the bed and settles there, watching Him as He moves to the bag He brought along. She licks her lips as she sees the rope being brought out but her eyes widen as the blindfold follows. Her heart skips a beat then resumes at a racing speed. Gary walks to her and tells her to lay on her back. She lays down and offers a wrist to Him. He takes it and secures it to one of the bed posts, giving a tug to ensure that the knots are tight. She looks to Him and asks Him, "Half clove hitch?" Gary gives her a surprised look and she just shrugs and says "Girl Scouts... we had to learn all sorts of knots." He laughs and affirms that the knot is indeed the one she said it was as He moves to the other side of the bed and repeats the knots there, once again tugging to make sure it is secure. He gives her a long look full of hunger and Ange feels her breath stop for a few seconds. She knows that His eyes are mirroring the hunger in her eyes. She knows that her submission only feeds His domination. Gary leans in and gives her a passionate kiss, then slips the blindfold over her eyes. She feels a tremor of emotion running through her and she's not sure if it's fear or anticipation or something entirely different. She hears His voice then, "Don't go anywhere, love. I've forgotten something in the car. I should be back soon." She murmurs her assent and listens as His footsteps move farther from her and then the opening of the door, and then the click of the door as it shuts and locks itself. She hopes He remembered the key but tries to remain calm. As she lays there, she tries her best to control herself... to slow her racing heart, to make her breathing even but the longer He is gone, the worse it is. The familiar What If game starts in her head. What if He did forget the key? The front desk will let Him back in then... Well, what if He doesn't come back? Will the cleaning crew find me? And what if they don't? Will I be stuck here forever? What do I do if I have to pee? Will He be back before then? And then the biggest What If hits her: What if I can't do what He asks of me? What if I fail? Just as her mind reaches a panic point and her body starts reacting by tugging at the cuffs, she hears the click of the key in the door. Ange takes a deep breath to steady herself. He is back now, thank heavens. She hears the door closing and then footsteps drawing closer to her. I wish I could see Him she thinks. Just then, Ange feels a hand upon her leg just above the leather cuff and she takes another deep breath as she is reassured that someone is indeed there. The hand trails up her leg and another joins in, soft little touches and then she feels something that shouldn't be there... fingernails dragging down her thigh! It's not HIM! It's a woman! Where IS He?! She tries to look through the blindfold, knowing she won't be able to see but she feels she must try. Try as she might, she wasn't able to see anything but darkness. Ange whimpers softly as the hands move over her body, giving in to the pleasure that the hands give to her. Then, out of the blue another set of hands join in and Ange moans as these hands move in familiar ways. She feels the pinch of her nipples and her body recognizes the touch of her Master. Her body arches to Him and to her. She gasps as one mouth kisses a trail up her thigh and the other nibbles at her ear. Ange wonders which mouth is which but then doesn't really care as sensations run over her. The mouth at her ear licks and teases which makes her shudder with delight, her toes curl as the shudders of pleasure race down her spine. Her ear has always been a sensitive spot and she knows that He knows that as well. Ange gasps as the other mouth slides up her thigh and settles at her bare sex. She wriggles as the lips hover just over her labia, loving that anticipation. She groans softly as the tip of a tongue slides over her lips and to her clit. Ange tries to resist the temptation of wrapping her legs around the head but tilts her hips upwards and gets rewarded by having her clit slurped into a mouth and sucked. She groans again and shift her hips towards the person there. Somewhere in her hazy mind, it registers that the other set of hands and mouth has stopped but then she dismisses it and sinks into the sensations that are running over her. She shivers and groans as a finger teases at her entrance then slides into her wet folds. Ange feels the nails gently teasing at her thigh and knows now that it is the woman that is devouring her. The finger curls up and presses firmly to her g-spot and had Ange's eyes been shut, they would have flown open as the shock of pleasure shot through her. Instead, she lifts her hips and moans, her hands curling and uncurling as she tries in vain to grab a hold of something other than air. Another finger is added to her wet folds and Ange calls out as another shock of pleasure races over her. Her toes curl and her head falls to the side, her cheek resting on her arm, heart beat racing, panting to get air. Her ears strain to hear anything but the only sounds in the room are her moans of pleasure, the air conditioner and the sound of the fingers sliding in and out of her. Suddenly, the fingers slip from her and Ange mewls her frustration but then gasps as she feels a hand slapping her sex. She wriggles, trying to get closer to the hand. A few more blows land and she shudders with pleasure. The hand finds her clit and rubs it hard for a bit and Ange feels the waves of pleasure building and threatening to crash down. The hand stops the rubbing and slaps her sex a few more times, making Ange growl. Then the fingers slide back into her wet and needy pussy and Ange fucks them back, knowing that she will cum very soon. The touch of the mouth on her clit sends her over the edge and waves of pleasure crash down over Ange. Her body convulses with pleasure she never knew existed before now. She feels the shifting of the bed then, knowing that either someone has left or someone has joined them on the bed. She feels her arms being slowly released from the bonds and softly sighs as they're draped over her limp body. She feels a kiss to each of her wrists and then blinks as the blindfold is removed. Ange smiles up at Gary as he comes into focus. He smiles back, kisses her long and deep and whispers words of praise to her. Ange just smiles and looks to the right and sees one of the most beautiful women she's ever laid eyes on and looks back to Gary. He sees the question in her eyes and he grins wickedly and says, "Ange, I'd like you to meet Jade." The Blindfold Like children they run through the woods of Eversong looking for privacy. A place they can be alone. Wilhelm's hands are all over her. He can't help himself, and he loves her so much. She can see it in the way he smiles at her, and the way his body reacts to her. Carefully he pulls out a long netherweave bandage. He wraps it around her eyes blindfolding her. She is not afraid. She trusts him completely. Her ears twitch as they take over for her listening for his movements. Her nostrils flare. She can smell his heavily herbal scent. Her body shakes with her want to touch him, but he takes her hands and binds them, her back against the tree. Her breathing quickens, she is excited. She finally feels his hands, the fingers on that soft sensitive spot between her breasts. Slowly he undoes each tie on her shirt and it falls loose exposing her breasts to him, but he doesn't touch. She can hear him breathing though and the hitch as they fall out of her shirt for him. She purrs slightly, expecting the touch of his hand on a sensitive nipple. It doesn't come. All she feels is the air and his eyes, watching her. Her body reacts telling him how much she wants him. The nipples hardened to tight peaks. The cool air washed over her making the chill bumps rise on her skin. The movements caught her ear and her head turned towards it. He was undressing she could hear as his chain mail hit the ground. Then he stepped close. Oh so close. She could feel the heat of his skin close to hers but he didn't touch. She whimpers. "Please Wil... touch me." His hand hovers over a breast, each breath she takes lightly brushing the nipple against his palm. She could feel him so close. Her hands struggled a bit pulling on the binds tying her to the tree limbs. He was teasing her. Finally a hand touched her, over the smooth part of her stomach. Her pants were still on though. He wasn't speaking but she could feel his breath on her ear. His fingers quickly undid her belt and pants. The ties were loud in the silence around them. Soon she was naked against the tree, just the white linen of her shirt hanging on her arms. The cold came, he had stepped back. She could still feel the heat of his eyes as they looked over her body though. He just watched her naked form as she leaned back against the tree. Her breathing making her breasts rise and fall. "Please Wil, please... touch me." Again she pleads for his warmth and touch to cover her. She heard his armor as it dropped to the ground. It was loud clinking pieces of chain mail being covered by the soft linen clothing she had given him to wear underneath. She felt her skin shudder at the thought of his naked body over hers. This was torturous. He was fast in covering her with his body. As he pushed against her his mouth crashed down on hers hard and forceful. His body pressed against hers, she could feel her breasts as they were smashed against his chest. Her back grated slightly against the tree, but she didn't care. She wanted to touch him and wrap her arms around him and draw him in closer. His hand moved to her knee, the fingers heavy and pulling and raking her skin as they moved up her thigh. His hand wrapped under her right leg pulling it up high. She felt the cold air hit her nether lips and then his warm hand replacing it. His fingers probed and played moving along the slick moisture there. His mouth moved from her lips as she let out a small purring moan against his cheek. His mouth started making small nibbles and kisses along her jaw line. She could feel his tongue and teeth move down her neck leaving a cooling trail of saliva behind. Then it was over her shoulder and moving down her chest. Then her left breast, his mouth kissed and nibbled and bit her. His tongue found her hard taught nipple pulling it into his mouth and closing around it tightly. He suckled and flicked his tongue along the nipple. Vestalis's body rose arching away from the tree she was tied to. She wanted more and more. His fingers moved fast one now sliding between her nether lips inside moving slowly along the wetness and warmth. The finger found that sensitive spot inside her and her back arched higher than before as she found her first release. Her movements shaky as her body moved in waves between him and the tree. His fingers moved from her slowly, the hand moved up her body spread her wetness with it making her skin glisten in the setting sun. The fingers stopped at her mouth tracing her lips lightly until they parted and she sucked the fingers inside. She could taste herself on his fingers. Her tongue played around with the fingers licking them clean. She heard a light chuckle from him and then he moved the fingers from her mouth. 'Vestalis, you are beautiful." Finally he spoke. His hands moved to her thighs raising her legs high and spreading them for him. She could feel his hardness at her entrance, and ever so slowly he entered her. Her legs wrapped around him tightly trying to pull him inside her faster with the need to be filled by him. His mouth came back over hers moving over it slowly. His body pressed hard against her, rocking her against the tree with each movement. Her moans became louder and louder. Each one of his thrusting movements pushed her high against the tree. She could feel every movement he made as her walls closed around him, squeezing him inside her. His own moans began to rival hers, his hands moved up the side of her body raking the skin pulling it moving to her arms releasing each tie. She was free, and her arms wrapped around him holding onto him tightly. Slowly he sank them both to the ground until he was lying on his back and she was over him with him still inside her. His hands threaded through her hair reaching for the blindfold removing it. Her eyes blinked down at him adjusting to the light. Her hips began to rise and fall slowly. She could feel him push up with every movement. He pulled her head down to his pressing their foreheads together as she rode him. Their moans echoed through clearing they were in, their bodies meeting giving of the wet sounds of love making. Vestalis let out a guttural moan as she felt her body begin to tense again. Wil's hands moved down her back each grabbing an ass cheek and pushing her down on him tightly. She felt him pulse inside her and the wetness begins to spread as her body gave way to a second orgasm, her muscles shaking as she pulsed around him. Vestalis collapsed against him sweaty and panting. His hands moved lightly up her back to her long hair until he could brush it from her face. His fingers moved through her scalp as she fell asleep on top of him.