I once more stood at the table. Blindfold raised, letter to the right of me, bell to the left.
I glanced at the window and saw that the sun had moved around a little. Rays of light were streaming across the floor towards me; nearly reaching my feet. I don’t know how long I had been in the shack. But I knew one thing. I had learned an awful lot about myself, in what seemed to be such a short space of time.
As I looked on letter number three, I reflected on my previous conversations with ‘M’. I was desperately trying to interpret in what direction the contents of letter number three would lead me. I decided that I could come up with all manner of scenarios but let’s face it – I never saw the last two coming at all. Certainly not the last one; the memory of her lips on mine still resounded in my head.
His mind was more than devious, but I already knew that. I just didn’t know how twisted it was. Though I have to admit the twists were exquisite in their thought and they were executed to perfection.
In my mind I now labelled myself as bi-sexual and heavily into spanking. I knew I was somewhat of a slut but what a revelation the other two had turned out to be.
I smiled at the letters. What would happen if I opened number five now? A wicked smile crossed my face but my eyes were ultimately drawn back to number three.
What was inside it? Would I like it? What a question that was; of course I would fucking like it. How depraved was it? That was the question that needed answering.
I felt my dress skim past my backside and brush against the sore skin. I decided to slip it off and discard it over the rusting bedpost. I slipped my sandals off and pushed them under the table; out of the way for now.
I stood there naked and pawing at letter number three. Part of me couldn’t wait and part of me was pondering and trying to second guess the contents. It couldn’t be that bad, could it?
I found myself nodding at the letter. It certainly could be that bad, couldn’t it!
I opened the letter and read it. The words were so simple. Two of them. Just two of them.
I knew I had to replace the blindfold as that was a given from letter one, I rang the bell before taking a few steps back from the table and carrying out the instructions.
I knelt down.
I could hear footsteps approach me. I was getting used to sourcing sounds with my lack of vision. They approached from the door to my right. I felt a breeze swish over my body as someone walked behind me. My hands were gathered together and I felt handcuffs slide over my wrists. No, not handcuffs, there was a bar between them, I had movement across my back but I couldn’t bring my hands over my head in a hurry.
I waited. Like a blind man, I waited for anything and everything.
A finger touched my lips. It was a brief and slight touch. Then it was gone. I felt a fingertip scrape up my spine; sending shivers through my whole body. Was it her again? I couldn’t tell. Though, secretly, I wanted it to be.
I felt a fingertip slide across my lips.
I sat in the lotus position, I was used to it; knees outwards, feet tucked in under my bum which rested on the ground. Spine vertical and my breathing as relaxed as I could make it.
My mind was swirling with possibilities. Come on, I kept thinking, do something whoever you are.
I felt my head being tilted backwards as a hand pulled at the knot of my blindfold. My mouth opened instinctively and my tongue extended momentarily from between my lips.
It was a little frustrating. I wanted to bring my hands onto my pussy and stroke it while I waited for some action but I was unable to do so. I could feel my pussy react to the slight movements and delicate touches; as if it knew what was going to happen.
Everything became clearer when I felt a something slip past my lips. My tongue extended and I felt a roughness, hair, something heavy rested on my lips. My mouth engulfed it and I found myself sucking in a ball. A human ball. I pushed it back out and let my tongue extend in its direction; flicking at it and pushing my head forwards to gain more contact with it. It would have been easier had I been able to grasp its owner’s buttocks and pull them towards me, but in that respect I was helpless.
The ball once more fell onto my lips and I sucked it into my mouth as best I could. It was removed only to be replaced with the other one. This action was repeated until its owner either got bored or had something more important in mind.
I was sure I knew what that was. Or was I?
I was reassured by the softness of the touch. The hard and yet spongy bullet like button at the head of a cock. I felt it press against my lips and seek a path on its inward journey. I was more than happy to open my mouth. Cock sucking, I liked. Cock sucking, I was good at, fucking good at.
I opened my lips and found a warming sheath slide past and into my mouth. Warmth was an understatement, this cock was hot. Its owner must have been pumping blood into it for a while now. Maybe he watched the previous performance. I know I would have if I had known that the woman had been blindfolded.
This had to be him, it had to be.
I sucked his cockhead into my mouth. I rolled my tongue around on it and made sure it never left the confines of my lips. I savoured every nuance, every movement, every change in presentation. Its heat never stopped as I sucked it further and further inside.
Not once did a hand touch me – just his cock; sliding effortlessly into my mouth. I wondered what he would taste like. As soon as I wondered that, pre-cum seeped from his tiny hole and coated my tongue. Fuck it was heavenly. I wanted more. Lots more.
I also wanted to cup his balls while I sucked on his cock but my hands were somewhat tied. I had come to hate his little twists. I was always given something new but something was removed at the same time. The finger in my arse was removed when I started to use it to my advantage and now my hands were removed from doing anything useful. I had to content myself to sucking and licking only.
I wondered what his intentions were and I secretly hoped that he would push me as far as he could. I would teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget in a hurry.
His cock slid in a little further and my tongue had to content itself with licking the underside of it. I tried my best to pull my head backwards and to thrust it forwards onto his stiffness, but as soon as I did that a hand on the back of my head prevented it from happening.