She finally sits up and unclips my wrists. “Blindfold stays on,” she says, but her fingers catch my collar and she guides me up the bed and has me lie on my back, where my freshly beaten ass reminds me of what I’ve already been through.
She takes my hand and puts it on my cock, then settles in next to me, spooned alongside me, my head nestled in the crook of her left arm. “Take your time and play with yourself,” she softly whispers in my ear. “Don’t make yourself come.”
It’s even hotter not being able to see, trusting her. Her right hand caresses my body, plays with my nipples, slides down and cradles my sac. I feel her swipe a finger along the head of my cock, over the slit, and it makes me shiver with pleasure.
I hear a soft noise. “You taste good, boy.”
I have to slow my strokes even more because that nearly makes me come. “Thank you, Ma’am. So do you.”
She tasted me!
Her hand closes over mine. “Stop,” she whispers.
I do.
We lie there for several minutes while she’s apparently waiting for me to cool down a little.
“What if I want to suck your cock, boy. Are you okay with that?”
I try to speak, clear my throat when a squeak comes out, and try again. “I belong to Ma’am,” I manage. “Whatever you want to do within my hard limits and with Sir’s permission.”
Wait…does shehavepermission from Sir to do that?
“Good boy.” Apparently she does, because she untangles herself from me, sits up, and then she pulls my hand away from my cock. “Oh, wait.”
She gets up and I remain where I am. I can hear her, track her progress in the room. She returns and lifts my hands over my head. I hear an unfamiliar clink, like chain, confirmed when I feel it as she attaches it to my wrist cuffs with two snap clips.
“There,” she says, sounding satisfied.
Apparently, she has modified her headboard to include a new pet restraint system.
She pushes my legs apart and I feel her breath first. It washes over my cock, making it eagerly twitch.
“Oh, almost forgot.”
She grabs my cock, then I feel her stretching something and putting it over my cock and balls.
One of the cockrings Sir bought from the adult store a few weeks ago. This one kind of lifts and separates everything.
It also makes me throb in a nearly painful way.
“Don’t come yet, boy,” she says.
My world unhinges. I lie there, helpless, struggling to obey as she does things to me with her mouth that I didn’t know could be done to another human. I’m literally in tears begging to be allowed to come when she chuckles.
“Good boy. You can come.”
I do, almost immediately. Second most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had, next to the night of my birthday celebration where I blacked out.
Although alcohol might have contributed to the blackout. Still, it doesn’t take away from how hot that was.
The butt plug orgasms are now third place.
She turns the TV on and snuggles in next to me, but doesn’t unclip my wrists or remove the blindfold. I lie there next to her, listening, inhaling her scent with every breath. She’s always touching me, too, either her leg against mine, or a hand, or something. I don’t feel alone or ignored.
I feel like I’m waiting for whatever it is that she wants to do next.
Being blindfolded for this long forces me to focus on her and makes me lose track of time. I’m getting hard again from her increased touches and explorations when she shifts position in bed. I feel her straddle me.
