I could feel a twisting sensation across my whole body, a gentle swing here and my hair lightly flickering across my head which hangs loosely down. Eyes open but I still couldn't see... I wasn't allowed to see.
Between the tightness of the blindfold, the tension of the rope that gives air space to float between myself and that gap, some distance above the ground, my natural reaction wants to be panic, to scream, to shout out but I wanted this from Master Xander,
I had asked.
I had begged for it, the day before as he groped my luscious hair, pulling me closer to his being, grabbing hard, forcing me on my knees while I loved his delicious cock with my lips and my tongue.
In my own ecstasy I pleased him so well for him to enter cum into any hole he wanted, this time my mouth, I swallowed with eagerness and didn't miss a drop including licking his cock clean..
I could feel myself facing the ground, the way my anxious enjoyment already begun lubricating between my thighs, the tiny drips of sweat running down my skin confirmed that the floor was below me.. I could feel my wrists tied behind me, around my waist, my tits felt so hot as they were wrapped tightly, around my neck, the balance of all the ropes felt incredible, I wished I could have seen my self in a mirror, to see the complicated details in the rope loving my skin and the safety my Master devoted in ensuring his slutty sub was looked after, better looked after, the better I could serve him..
I also noticed my legs as I swayed uncontrollably, random footsteps here and there was all I could hear at the moment. My legs was spread and my ankles felt trapped and cold... A spreader bar perhaps?
Music begun to grow in the background, dirty music, heavy metal, sexy guitar solo's and my Master singing with that arousing growl, that dominating hunger building in his throat as he had built me up, blindfolded as soon as I had entered his dungeon earlier today, pinned, stripped, gagged and blinded from what he had planned for me.