Blindfolded

My phone buzzed again. It was him.

Naked, blindfolded and music on.

I read the words again. And stare at the leather in my hands. The buckle a cold sharp contrast to the warmth of the fur inside of it.

Do you understand Miss?

I startled as my phone buzzed in my hand. I realize that I had kept him waiting for quite some time for a response.

Yes Sir. I understand.

I had gotten lost in my thoughts again. What is he planning? What is his motive? Should I trust him?

A million different possibilities run through my brain as I follow his instructions.

*Set the rope out. 2 bundles should do.*

I lay it neatly next to the pillow on the floor.

*The whips and canes, put them on the table*

I arranged the leather and wood neatly, handles closest to me, on my coffee table.

*And dress simply, bra and panties only*

I pick a simple black cotton bra and matching panties trimmed with lace. Simple, but elegant. The black makes my skin glow even whiter in the candlelight.

Mask on

I read his words and set my phone down. Kneeling on the pillow I take one last look at the door and slide the blindfold on.

I relax and allow my mind to drift with the music. Its tepid beat lulls me into my own world.

I jump and stop short of a scream.

The fingers continue down my arms towards my hands. I hadn’t even heard him come in.

Wait, did the door even open? I start questioning myself. I couldn’t recall hearing it open, or hearing his footsteps.

I become extremely unsettled realizing that he was probably already in my house. Well that’s why the dogs didn’t bark.

My discomfort overtakes me and I start to turn and reach for my blindfold. But before I could even get to it I am slammed into the floor, a hand holding my arms behind my back and the other on the back of my head, wrapped up in my hair.

What the hell?

My breathing quickens. This isn’t like him.

“I’m sorry sir” I squeak out.

“Shh” is the only response I get. Short, curt, and clear as day. His hand leaves my hair and joins its partner. Deft fingers secure my wrists with one of the bundles of rope before I am unceremoniously yanked off the floor and tossed onto the ottoman.

The first blow lands on its mark. My ass burns with the fire of his hand and I yelp.

A hand finds my hair again, pushing my head down, propping my ass up for him to see.

Crack

The crop.

I yelp again.

Crack

Crack

Crack

He delivers a series of blows that leave me squirming uncomfortably. I can feel the heat in my skin spreading.

Smack

His hand connects. Hot, burning and deep. I rock forward with the impact and he pulls me back.

I whimper. It hurts.

He has never hurt me before. My mind begins to wander. What have I done?

Thud

I groan. The flogger, cool leather pressed into my burning skin. I enjoy the feeling.

I find myself slipping away. Further and further with each blow. My thoughts trailing off as I feel the fire in my skin growing.

Cold metal trails down my spine, pausing at my bra, I feel him yank it back and it falls off. I’m floating and barely register him doing the same to my panties.

Cool steel presses against the heat of me drawing a ragged breath from me. Warm fingers replace the blade and I moan.

He chuckles behind me.

Crack

I jump as fire races through me and he slides a finger into me.

“Mmm so wet for me.” His voice raspy with need.

All I can do is moan and push myself back into him.

His fingers disappear and he chuckles again.

Hand in my hair he pulls my head up, sitting me almost all the way up. I can tell he is standing in front of me. His thumb rubs along my lower lip.

“You are such a good girl” he murmurs, drawing me in for a kiss. My ass burns from my spanking, and I can feel the bruises forming, but I don’t care. I am floating and weak from the endorphins, drowning in his lips he holds me up.

As he pulls away I sink into the ottoman. Perched there I am exposed and vulnerable. Arms still tied behind my back, knees folded under me, my ass is perched up for him and my face is pressed into the ottoman.

Slap

The sting on my pussy jolts me back to reality.

Slap, slap, slap

My cunt burns and I feel the head of his cock press against me. Rubbing up and down, he parts my wet lips with his cock and finds the entrance to me. Pausing he waits for something, fingers idly teasing my clit.

I am moaning when he grabs my face with two hands.

“Little girl” He commands.

I raise my head as I register his voice. Heavy and lustful. I can barely think with his fingers still teasing me, I rub my pussy on his cock.

Wait

“Sir?”

“Be a good girl for me now. And make my friend very happy.”

As the words leave his mouth I realize that it’s not his cock poised at the mouth of my cunt, or his fingers teasing my burning little clit.

“Make me proud” He whispers to me as his friend sinks his cock into me and groans.

“Now let’s get this blindfold off of you.” He murmurs. I want to see those gorgeous eyes while you get fucked.

Part 2