I did as he instructed and stared at the spanking bench on the other side of the room. I let the air move in and out of my open mouth because it was quieter and would let me focus on hearing him behind me. It felt like an eternity before hespoke.
“Do you trust me,Ryan?”
“Yes.”
I trusted him more than anyone in my life. I heard him step closer to me and he crouched behind me. Not just behind me, but very close to me. His knees were against the outside of my arms. His legs and knees framed my body. He reached forward and showed me a black piece of fabric. Ablindfold.
“You’ve always given me honest answers no matter what I’ve asked of you, and I’m proud of you for that. Today is no different in that regard. I know that you prefer the mask of an email or text when we talk about difficult topics. I understand that it’s easier for you to tell me the answers to hard questions when you feel protected from my eyes. That’s what this blindfold is for today. It will make you feel protected and safe, because I don’t want you to hide. I want you to feel safe and answer metruthfully.”
I nodded and kept my headforward.
“Okay. I will be honest,Russell.”
“Good, Ryan. If at any time you want to stop, what do yousay?”
“Hairdryer.”
“Good,” Russell said before he reached around to grab the other end of the blindfold and tie it behind myhead.
It was quiet for a few seconds. I could feel that his hands were near my arms. He must have had his arms resting on the top of histhighs.
“Submission isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s strength. It’s trusting someone that you select to meet yourneeds.”
He leaned forward with his chest against my back, and put one hand on my chest and the other on my aching stomach. Even though I knew that I couldn’t see anything, I still lowered myhead.
“How many times last night did you reach for your stomach?” heasked.
“A lot,” I admitted. “It’s been hurting since my brother sent thosetexts.”
“It’s not just hurting from his texts.” Russell stroked my stomach with his thumb. “It’s been hurting long before that. I’ve wanted to calm you down for months,Ryan.”
His hand felt so good moving on my stomach. It felt just as good as when I rubbed onit.
“Does it feel good to have someone rub on your stomach who understands where the pain comesfrom?”
I froze. It’s like he justknew.
“It’s okay, Ryan.” Russell patted my stomach. “Remember, you have the blindfold. So you’re safe and hidden from my directeyes.”
“It feels good. You understand,” I said and swallowedhard.
Russell’s hand moved from my stomach to my lower abdomen. His hand was on my pubes. He spread his fingers, lacing them in my hair. My heart pounded, but I wasn’t afraid. Not of Russell. He knewme.
“Remember when you would hurt here from what they did?” Russell gently tapped my lower abdomen with his fingertips. All I could do was nod. He understood that I had hurt there. “Would it feel good and be a relief to be touched, or rubbed here by hands thatunderstood?”
“Yes.”
His hand moved and his fingers slid under my shaft. He cradled it in his hand.Jesus.
“How good would it feel to be touched here by hands that not only understood, but would work to bring you pleasure and teach youpleasure?”
“I—I don’t even have an idea of what that would be like. But, I like how itsounds.”
“What would it be like to be touched by someone who understood the reason behind your safeword?”
He let go of my dick, which was good because I felt that it was starting to harden. Russell’s hand went back to my stomach and I felt him move to the right side of his body. The next thing I felt, I had been nowhere near prepared for. His finger had moved between my ass cheeks and covered my hole. I jerked at the touch, but calmed as he rubbed on mystomach.
“How would it feel to trust someone behind you to touch you here?” His finger pressed against me back there as his hand on my stomach kept me as calm could be. “I will never hurt you or let anyone hurt you,Ryan.”
