Sitting there with you in the quiet room, thinking about my options, was almost more than I could stand. You had asked me several days ago if I was interested in trying something new. Of course with you, I'm always willing. You had just smile that sweet smile and told it would come soon and hopefully I would like it.
Ever since that day I've been hot with anticipation every time we're alone together. But so far things had been normal. Well, as normal as it gets for two people as in lust as us.
We had eaten dinner and were sitting down watching a movie and you told me you needed to run to the bathroom, but not to pause the movie. So I was just sitting in my favorite chair, intent on the TV when it happened.
Suddenly everything went dark and I felt you behind me as something wrapped around my head. My hands went to my face immediately but you said, "No, kitten, don't touch. If you try to take it off, the game is over."
Slowly I let my hands fall back onto my lap as I felt you tie the blindfold firmly at the back of my head. I could see very little light through the fabric and nothing else.
"Stand up," you commanded, in a voice I'd never heard from you before.
Slowly I stood, unsure of what I was to do next. You spoke again, but now from in front of me. "These are the rules, they're very simple. You're not to take off the blindfold, or even touch it. You're not to move or to speak without my permissions, but once I give an order I expect instant results. Is this clear?"
I was frozen in place. Heat rushed through my body as I listened to what you said. This was all new to me in reality, but in fantasy, I knew what was going on. I nodded.
Sharply I felt your fingers grab my nipple and pinch, enough to make sure I was paying attention. "When I ask you a question, you will consider this a command to use your voice, not gestures. I want to hear you say it."
"Yes, I understand," my voice was soft and throaty.
"Ah, better, much better." I could almost hear you laughing. "Now, take off your shirt."
Slowly my hands began to unbutton my shirt and I was surprised to find them steady. As if they knew what to expect. I pushed the shirt off my shoulders and stood in front of you, breasts lifted by my favorite bra. It's a warm, peachy color with half cups and I wondered if my nipples were showing.
"Now, the pants."
I slid out of my pants, grazing them over my hips and down my long legs. Now you could see that I'd finally given into your request to get at least one g-string and this left me wearing almost nothing.
"Very nice," you whispered in my ear, making me jump. "Did you wear these just for me?"
"You know I did, " I whispered back, somewhat embarrassed.
"Don't be impudent, now!" you growled as I felt your fingers tweak my other nipple. This time you did laugh at my gasp of breath. "But it is a lovely picture, I must say."
With those words I was suddenly self-conscious. And I knew you were walking all the way around me, you touched me just often enough to assure me of it.
"What an ass." You said as your fingers took the thin string at the top and gave it a gentle tug. I whimpered as I felt my panties slip deeper into the crack of my rear and wedge slightly between my outer lips.
As you admired your work from behind, you asked me what was wrong and I explained about the discomfort my panties were causing me.
"We wouldn't want that, now would we?" Your calm voice was mocking as you walked in front of me. It sounded like you were getting on your knees, but I wasn't sure. You slid a finger from each hand underneath the g-string and ran them down the satin fabric. I gave a small sigh as the pressure was removed from my pussy. I would have known better if I could have seen the smile on your face. You then deliberately pushed the fabric back into me and slowly stroked my clit through the fabric. The other hand went behind me and pulled the string even deeper into my ass.
