Page 13 of Blinded
“Lie back and lift your hands over your head. I’m going to tie you down and make you feel really good, beautiful,” the Top whispered.
Sandra obeyed the command, and after she lay flat on the mat, she lifted her hands. The Top secured her arms with cuffs and trailed soft fingers from her wrists to her armpits. Sandra giggled, she was extremely ticklish, and the Top chuckled low.
“What I could do with a feather, but for now, my hands and fingers will have to do,” her ‘date’ stated and continued the light caresses over Sandra’s entire body until she tingled and ached to be fucked. Finally, finally, the teasing fingers stroked her pussy lips and circled her clit. Sandra moaned wantonly and lifted her pelvis to get more friction.
Her Top made an admonishing sound and pulled away.
“No!” Sandra whined.
“You’ll be a good sub and take what I give you and only that.”
He or she gripped her chin in a vice-like grip and crushed their lips together. Sandra surrendered to the press of the mouth and the invasion of the tongue as she lay entirely still. Please, please, let me come! It wasn’t often she got so worked up by the mere touch of someone’s fingers.
“Good girl. Coaxing out the harlot that lives under the girl-next-door exterior is pure pleasure,” the Top whispered before returning to caressing and tapping Sandra’s pussy with expert fingers.
This time the teasing didn’t relent, and Sandra did her best not to move. It earned her another, “Good girl” before she let out a scream as a warm mouth settled over her clit and sucked hard. By the time her Top was pumping two fingers in and out of her slick channel and laving her clit with a warm, insistent tongue, Sandra was writhing and squirming. She’d forgotten all about the command to keep still and screamed and bucked as she came with all the lust the Top had instilled in her.
The dominant unbuckled the cuffs before Sandra stopped shuddering and stretched out beside her. As Sandra waited for her pounding heart to slow down, the Top stroked and massaged her shoulders and arms and whispered words of praise.
“May I speak?” Sandra was desperate to talk with her Top and to return the favor. It didn’t seem fair she’d gotten off and the dominant hadn’t.
A finger pressed against her lips, with an admonishing ‘Shh.’
Something cool and hard was pressed into her hand with the order, “Hydrate yourself.” Soft lips caressed her forehead. “Thank you, Sandra. I enjoyed playing with you.”
The Top stood up, slow footfalls and the opening and closing of the door indicated she was alone with the DM team.
That had been interesting. Sandra took the last swallow of water from the bottle the Top had handed her. She still didn't know if the person was male or female. How strange and disconcerting. The door creaked open and thudded closed. Her new Dom had arrived, and heavy footsteps neared. Nervous anticipation built as she scrambled to kneel on the floor in a proper submissive pose. It was nerve-racking to Sandra not to be able to see or talk. Her hearing was hyper-alert as if trying to make up for the lack of sight and she cocked her head as she listened to the footsteps. He — this Dom was a man, she would bet on that, and a big one from the sound of his feet – was walking around her. Was he – inspecting her?
"Relax," he whispered. She didn't recognize his voice, but it was a man. He sat down behind her, his breath audible and tickling her ear. He was so close to her, his shirt touched the bare skin of her back. Sandra startled as the man started to stroke her hair from her face, and she stiffened. Her heart rate sped up, and she struggled to control her breathing. He made a shushing sound and continued stroking her forehead, hair, and temples in slow soothing motions. He used light pressure, and she leaned against his body. Sandra closed her eyes behind the blindfold and allowed herself to feel and enjoy his touch and the opportunity to lean on someone. Her breathing slowed, and she automatically matched her inhalations and exhalations until she was breathing in sync with the man behind her.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear, and she practically beamed with pride while the rekindling of her arousal took control of her body. Being praised by a Dom was the best feeling in the world.
His arm curled possessively around her middle, and his chest pushed more forcefully against her back. Something coarse scraped over her torso. Rope bondage?
He pushed her upper body forward and pulled her arms to her back. He answered her mental question when she felt the slide and tug. With quick and efficient movements, he tied her arms. The rope went around her body, on top of her breasts, under them. He kept in constant contact with her. Every time he wrapped the ropes around her body, his front pressed firmly against her back, and his strong arms embraced her. Sandra felt the tug and pull from the cords, his mastery over her, and allowed herself to relax more and more. Damn, the man was skilled with rope! In her mind she went over the single Doms who were good with rope. He could be Mitch, but she also knew Will had been training with Japanese rope bondage. Step by step the rope tightened around her, cradling her body and holding her secure. It felt like an embrace to her and Sandra enjoyed the feeling of being bound tightly and giving up control and responsibility.
When he finished with her torso and arms, he continued down to her legs. He maneuvered them up and apart, and Sandra stiffened when cold air hit her exposed pussy. The previous Top hadn’t gone this far, and a wave of doubt engulfed her. He stilled. The way he was tuned into her shifted her hesitation to the back burner and brought her arousal to the forefront. Her Top made a sound of approval and continued tying her legs apart. When she had nowhere to go, he settled between her legs with a pleased grunt.
She had to stifle a scream as his warm wet tongue lapped at her, and she tried to wiggle. She wasn’t sure if it was to him or from him and it didn’t matter. He’d bound her expertly, and she wasn’t going anywhere.
Slowly he pumped first one and then two fingers into her opening, as he kept up the rhythmic prodding and stroking of her clit with his tongue. Her world narrowed as she allowed the orgasm to take over, driving her higher and higher until she let go on a sharp cry.
Bound as she was and unable to see, her climax had a force she wasn’t used to, and Sandra drifted into subspace. She felt more satiated, content and safe than she had ever felt before.
When she found herself cradled against a hard, and definitely male chest, she had no idea how much time had passed. Her butt rested against an even harder lump. Oh my, she wasn’t the only one who gotten aroused, and at least she’d gotten off. Should she offer to pleasure him now? Did they have time for that? She wanted to thank her play partner, but didn’t know if she was allowed to speak or could remove the blindfold. She tested an arm – the tingling sensation of the rope still lingered, but she could move again, so he’d taken off the bindings. She’d been deep in subspace. A bit sluggish, her arm obeyed her command and she carefully lifted her hand to her temple. A warm hand with long fingers caught hers before she reached the blindfold and Sandra grumbled. She wanted to see him, damn it! Warm, soft lips caressed her open palm as he placed a kiss on her hand, and she softened. She twitched her hand and he let go, but she kept her hand at his face to stroke his beard roughened skin and snuggled against him.
His hand cradled her head and pressed her firmly against him. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered and inhaled deeply. She enjoyed his scent, a mix of male and aftershave or cologne. Where had she smelled the cool and spicy fragrance before?
They enjoyed a couple of moments of peace, breathing together, and holding on to each other. Sandra had never felt so connected to another human being. Accustomed to the human body in all its forms and shapes, she took nudity for granted, but with her sight taken away and his skills with the rope this man had made her feel like never before. Sandra didn’t know how long they sat before the DM signaled the Dom; it was time to leave. With a last kiss to her forehead he helped her from his lap and waited for her to stand steady on her feet. The subby blanket slipped off one shoulder and the Top pushed it back up. Sandra curled her fists around the edges of the fabric when he let go and listened as his footsteps fell and the door opened and closed. She felt lost and alone and jumped as a hand landed on her shoulder – the DM.
“It’s Jim. You can remove the blindfold now,” he told her, and she pulled the fabric away from her eyes. Sandra blinked against the dim light as she tried to collect her thoughts.
The blasted man hadn’t allowed her to take off the blindfold, but he had to be Mitch. No other Dom was that good with rope! Will didn’t have that level of skill yet. Mitch had always appeared a bit plain to her, although she admired his performances. Not a man she would be attracted to, but now she’d experienced his mastery of both the ropes and her body, she understood the appeal the rigger had to Julie. This Shibari was heady stuff.
Sandra got into her clothes and accepted a square of chocolate and another bottle of water from Jim with a smile and a polite, “Thank you, Sir.”
He studied her with narrowed eyes. “Are you okay, Sandra?”
