It was after the fourth play session when she became suspicious something was going on. Master loved to torture her pert breasts. And now, four scenes later, he didn't even lay a finger on them. Her body ached from his attention as it always did, so it wasn't that he was displeased with her. It had to be something else.
That night she decided to test it. After the children were in bed, she slipped upstairs to grab her nipple clamps and with the chain in her mouth, she walked down the steps, then crawled over to where he sat on their grey and white checked sofa. With practice ease, she slipped into the pose he taught her, so many years ago.
Her shapely ass rested on her bare feet, pointed rearward. With legs wide, folding her arms behind her back and each hand lightly clasping the opposite arm by the elbow, she shivered at how exposed she felt. Even in her leggings and tank top, she always felt her soul was on display each time she knelt for him.
Keeping her eyes lowered as taught, she waited. Whether he noticed her immediately or was too engrossed in his work, she was never sure. She suspected he always knew where she was and just enjoyed how wet her pussy got when he made her wait at his feet.
After a few minutes he reached out and lifted her chin up to catch her brown eyes with his blue ones. "Mine, why are your clamps in your mouth? Today isn't a scheduled session. You know we need to go to bed early because of the children's dentist appointments."
Since he didn't take the chain out her mouth, it was obvious she should not let it go but she knew better than to not respond. "She wanted to be clamped while we watched more of the Expanse together." Well, that is what she meant to say. What came out was substantially garbled and his chuckle made her cheeks flush.
He patted her head then pulled the clamps from her mouth, placing them next to his laptop. "Not tonight, Mine. Go get a snack and then we'll start our show."
His brow furrowed as she didn't immediately move and then smiled at the frustration evident on her face.
"Obey, girl and I'll explain why."
The frustration vanished, replaced with a shy smile. She quickly rose and started to walk then squeaked when his hand caught her ass with a sharp smack.
He cleaned up his laptop and notebook then settled back down. She returned shortly with two full bowls of ice cream but his had two spoons while hers had none. Would he feed her, put her bowl on the floor, or let her use a spoon? She didn't know what she wanted more, grateful as always that her Master would choose for her.
Taking the bowls from her, he pointed at the floor, furthering her confusion as she knelt before him once more. Taking a spoon, he started eating from his bowl then began speaking.
"I suppose your efforts tonight are because you feel I have neglected your magnificent breasts."
She nods slowly. He always knew what she was thinking. He continues, finishing his bowl quickly,
"I had hoped it would be a surprise for you. But since you forced the issue, tomorrow we will drop the kids off, put your blackout lenses in, and enjoy the day together."
The clatter of the spoon did not help hide the obvious signs of her arousal at his words. Blackout lenses were a devious toy he used sparingly. When put in her eyes, she would lose all vision, effectively blindfolded and utterly reliant upon his guidance. They had done a few dates with the lenses; a movie, a concert, and even just browsing a book store. Each time she left a wet mark on the towel he placed on her car seat. And each time they returned home after, he would fuck what remained of her brains out before he allowed her to finally take the lenses out.
As her mind swirled, the continued clatter of the spoon snapped her back to reality where he was eating more ice-cream, her ice-cream! He chuckled as her realization dawned.
"Yes, I'm eating yours because you didn't come to me directly when you had a concern or question. You decided to keep it to yourself and then attempt to fix, whatever you thought was wrong, without telling me. And that, Mine, is why I am eating your ice-cream and all you will get is the taste from my lips when I kiss you next."
A smile washed away the pout and concern. Once again, he was two steps ahead of her, showing why she belonged at his feet. Bowing her head, "May your slave girl join you on the couch, Master?"
Smacking his lips before responding, he pushed the two bowls towards her, "After you put these in the kitchen."
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The next morning was a blur. Get dressed, eat breakfast, help the kids, load the car, drive to school, drop them off, take a breath.
They waved to the kids then he drove in silence to Starbucks. When they were alone, she deferred to him, regardless of whether it was a session or not. She was his, in every sense of the word. He led and she followed, always.
He parked then turned to her, capturing her hand and kissing it lightly,
"Are you ready, Mine?"
She nodded but she could hardly breath. Nothing was around her throat, nothing restricting her air. In four words, he wiped her mind blank and turned on the spigot between her legs. Her eyes found his and she calmed slightly at his smile.
Then he handed her a small pouch and her calm evaporated like a droplet of water in a screaming hot frying pan. The pouch had her blackout lenses; wicked little pieces of plastic that fully covered the pupil and blocked all sight. Her hands trembled as she opened it, pulled out the lenses, and started putting them in.
When the first one was in, she shivered and moaned loudly, the wave of arousal accompanying it threatening to wash away all conscious thought. She glanced at him and he shook his head, "You have to be quieter than that when we go inside, fucktoy. Otherwise they'll know there is a blind and dripping slut who isn't going to resist when they attempted to fuck her."
She nodded and swallowed hard before putting the second lens in. Her world disappearing in an inky sea of lust and knowing him, he would make sure she drowned in it. Shaking her head to try to clear her mind, she took ten deep breaths in an attempt to steady herself. Which was pointless when he simply said, "Open".
Without hesitation, her jaw dropped. He had trained her well to obey first, think second. And as she did, her cheeks reddened even further. She had no idea what he was up to but it didn't matter. Whatever he wanted, she did.
He waited a moment longer to make the humiliation of the moment sink in before pushing a red ball between her lips, "Bite and don't drop it". An idle thought brought to reality, he had removed the ball from a ball gag they seldomly used. While she was processing the new wardrobe addition, he reached over and looped a KN95 mask over her ears then waited to watch his girl.
The ball was odd but she assumed it was because he was going to play with her in the car and didn't want any passerbys to hear her. Only when the face mask was in place did she realize he meant to bring her into the store gagged! The earlier moan was echoed as her whole body shook at the thought. He wouldn't! He would....
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Watching her shiver with arousal made him doubt his next steps. It would be so easy to take her now, satisfy his urges, and leave her dripping his seed down her legs. No, that was for later. After his surprise. With great effort, he opened his door, closed it, and walked around to her side of the car. To those walking by, he was being a chivalrous partner, helping the short haired beauty out of the car. Then, after placing sunglasses over her unfocusing eyes, he led her by the hand to the door of Starbucks.
Leaning close he whispered into her ear, "Are you ready, Mine?".
She nodded slowly and gripped his hand tighter. With a wolfish grin, he opened the door and pulled her inside.
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As the door opened, her nose and ears were assailed equally; the wonderous smell of coffee beans and a cacophony of the weekday morning rush. Her mind churned as she felt him pull her deeper. A regular at this store, she knew the path as he walked her to the mobile order side of the store and dropped his hand. Heart raced at that but her ears were focused on their names, waiting for the barista to call out. She jumps slightly as a small hard object is placed in her other hand then relaxes as she can feel the familiar shape of their clicker. Originally a dog training toy, it saw usage in the bedroom when she would be unable to get his attention due to her bondage or mindlessness. A safeword is useless if your mind has puddled between your thighs; you couldn't speak even if you needed to. He always ensured she would be safe.
