I excitedly skip up the steps towards your door. I can feel my heart thumping inside my chest as I try (and fail) to calm down the fireworks in my brain. I double check my phone to re-read the instructions that you sent me earlier:
"Rule 1 - You are not to speak unless answering a question. If you wish to speak, you must raise your hand until I give you permission. Otherwise, you will be punished!
Rule 2 -- You will refer to me as Goddess every single time you answer one of my questions. Otherwise, you will be punished!
Rule 3 -- If at any time I feel like you're not giving 100% to the task that I've given you, you will be punished!
Rule 4 -- Your safe words are Green, Orange, and Red. Green means that everything is ok. Orange means that you wish to continue but the intensity is too high. Red means that you need the session to be paused and potentially ended.
Rule 5 -- You will NOT cum without permission. Any time you feel yourself getting close, you will tell me immediately. If you cum without permission, you will be severely punished!
The second that my door closes behind you, strip down to your underwear. If you take longer than 15 seconds, you will be punished! From that moment on, you will only wear what I allow you to wear."
Reading the message again makes my pulse race! I can feel the excitement travelling from my chest to my cock, with that familiar feeling of arousal building. I focus on taking some slow, deep breaths to calm myself down. The last thing I want to do is appear flustered and out of breath. And just as I reach to knock on your door, it swings open. My eyes can't help but scan up and down to take you all in. You're wearing a dress that hugs your figure perfectly, and for a moment, I forget everything -- I forget why I'm here, I forget the rules, and I forget how to interact with another human - until you cough gently to bring me back to the real world.
I quickly step inside, having to force myself not to say a single word -- despite how desperately I want to tell you how amazing you look and how my body aches and my brain sparkles just by looking at you. As I hear the door click shut, I remember that I need to undress. I flick my shoes off without untying the laces and rip my socks off. I drop my bag to the floor, undo my belt, and let my jeans land at my feet. As I step out of them, I pull my t-shirt over my head and move everything into a neat little pile. I can feel you standing behind me, but I don't turn around. Something tells me that you're exactly where you want to be.
"Kneel!" you whisper sharply in my ear, making me drop to the ground without hesitation. Your fingernails trace over my shoulders and I feel your breath on my neck. "You're going to wear this blindfold until I give you permission to take it off. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Goddess!" I reply, my voice catching slightly in my throat. I can feel my body trembling -- not with nerves or fear or even the cold, but with pure excitement and anticipation.
My world goes black as you wrap a scarf around my face, blocking out all light. You tie it tightly behind my head, and as you stand up, you drag your fingernails over my back, along my arm, and take hold of my hand. My body shivers and I can't help but let out the lightest of moans as your touch trigger an electric reaction throughout my body. Walking slowly, you lead me through to another room and have me kneel on a cushion. I can't see anything, but I can feel your presence in front of me. I start to feel like in the darkness, I can see where you are in relation to the room.
"What does this smell like to you?" you ask, holding a glass underneath my nose. I take a deep breath in and recognise the smell immediately.
"Red wine, Goddess?" I say, starting to doubt my answer and worrying what the consequences may be if I am wrong.
"Good boy! Now, you're going to massage my feet while I sit here comfortably and drink a glass of wine. If you do a good job, I may even let you have a glass as well. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Goddess!" I reply, eager to try my hardest to please you. One of your feet grazes over my thigh and I hold my hands out to accept it.
"Hold out one hand and I'll add some oil," you tell me. And as soon as I feel the oil in my hand, I start massaging your foot.
I focus the pressure on your arches as my thumbs press the oil into your skin. Each of my hands glides around your foot to ensure no part is oil-free. I squeeze, pull, press, and rub your foot, searching for areas of tension. I listen and feel for any subtle changes in your body that might help me target the areas that most need attention. I slide my fingers between your toes to stretch them out, gently squeezing. I pull each of your toes one at a time and then focus my hands on your heel and ankle. As you swap feet, I hear some wine being poured into a glass.
"You're being such a good boy!" you tell me, "Not that you can see, but I've been teasing my clit through my panties while you've been massaging my feet. Just gently, of course, but seeing you there mostly naked and blindfolded is turning me on! Here, I'll give you some wine -- open up!"
You lean towards me, placing a hand on my chin to hold my head steady -- and as our lips seal our mouths together, wine pours from your mouth into mine. I can feel my cock twitching with excitement as I gulp down the wine. Your foot land back in my lap, and I start to massage it.
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As I finish the second foot, I hear you lifting the glass again. And just like last time, you spit the wine into my mouth. My body shivers with excitement, and I can't help but moan -- there's something slightly humiliating, and yet completely arousing, about drinking wine this way. But you place the glass of wine in my hands, and I hear you stand up and move around the room.
With no idea what to expect, I sip the wine, drinking more and more until I reach the bottom. Worried that I might hit the glass off something if I move around too much, I sit perfectly still, clinging to the glass until you remove it from my hands.
"What does this smell like?" you ask again, placing something new under my nose. It smells warm and makes my brain light up with excitement.
"Arousal!" I reply quickly, very familiar with the scent that you've presented me.
"Good boy! You're currently smelling the wet panties that I've just taken of. Now, take them in your hand and smell them again." I do exactly as you say, feeling my cock pulse at the smell of your wetness. "I want you to stuff them in your mouth. They don't have to be all the way in, but you'll get bonus points if they are!"
I follow your instructions and can immediately taste the familiar flavour of your arousal. I can feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head, even while my eyelids are closed. I feel a wave of pleasure crash against my brain as I push every bit of your underwear into my mouth.
"Wow, I'm impressed!" and with that, I hear the buzz of your vibrator. "I'm going to edge myself in front of you, and you're not allowed to see me or touch me. Not yet anyway! You can listen to my moans and imagine how wet I'm getting!"
I can feel my heart beating even faster as the buzz from the vibrator is dulled as you press it against your body. I can only listen in desperation as your breath quickens and small moans escape your lips. I can't see you, but my other senses are helping me to create a vivid picture in my mind. I can hear the dampness. I can smell all the beautiful scents. And I can taste your panties in my mouth, which helps me imagine what it would be like to be between your legs right now. As your breath quickens, I feel my own arousal building higher and higher. I focus on my breath to avoid getting too carried away. But as you turn the power up and your moans become louder and quicker, I can feel my aching cock pressing against the inside of my boxers, leading to the familiar sensation of precum soaking into the fabric as my toes curl. Your pleasure is my pleasure! But just as your moans and gasps appear to be reaching their peak, you turn off the vibrator.
I feel your hand on my head as you grab my hair, using your other hand to pull the panties out your mouth as you drag me between your legs. No verbal instructions are necessary, and I immediately start going down on you with all the energy that I have. I kiss, lick, and suck while sliding one of my fingers inside you, quickly joined by a second. Your hand continues to push my face in deeper, and I eagerly aim for your clit with my tongue. Occasionally, I switch and rub your clit quickly with a single finger while sliding my tongue as deep inside you as I can reach. I feel your thighs vibrate against my head and body, and I keep the pace with my fingers as I circle your clit with my tongue, rubbing it and flicking it in a figure of 8 pattern. Just as I think you're about to explode, you pull my head back.
"I'm not ready to cum yet," you say, and I hear you standing up and heading back along the corridor. I hear a bag being unzipped, followed by the sound of your footsteps returning. I can't tell what's going on, but I soon discover for myself as I realise that the bag that I heard you opening was my own. I feel rope being tied around my wrists as you hoist my hands and arms into the air. I feel vulnerable and exposed as you stretch me higher. My feet aren't off the ground, but only just. That vulnerability only increases as you pull my underwear off.
"Look at how hard you are, my little pet! Precum is oozing out of that cock! You must be so desperate to cum! When did you last empty those balls?"
"A week ago, Goddess!"
