The Night

We are alone for the weekend. How or why doesn't matter, but we are. As you come into the house, I smile, bringing you into my arms and holding you close to my body. I feel you pressed against me, and I want you so much. We kiss, the heat of our passion spilling over with each touch of our lips.

"Downstairs." I say, pulling away from you and taking you down to the basement.

You follow willingly, your hand in mine, no need to speak.

As we enter the basement, I lead you back to where it all began. You smile as you see the rope dangling from the ceiling, and you know what is to come. At least you think you know. You go to speak, but I bring a finger to your lips. "No talking." You kiss my finger and nod, submitting to my demand.

I lift your shirt over your head and together we remove your bra. Gently I begin to kiss your breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth, my hands rubbing your back, caressing your beautiful skin. Soon the rest of your clothes are removed, and you stand before me completely naked. You reach for my shirt, intending of removing it, but I pull your hands away. For now, you are the only one to be exposed.

I reach over and grab a blindfold and bring it up and over your eyes. I kiss you as I secure it behind your head. You are feeling helpless, standing in front of me nude, unable to see. For a second I leave you to stand alone, just long enough for you to feel nervous, and then I touch you again, moving my hands over your body.

I lead you to the rope, and begin to secure your hands again, just like before. I raise them above your head, fastening the rope tightly, making sure that you cannot move very far. You stand there, your hands high above your head, unable to see, you body exposed. Helpless. Trusting me completely.

I kiss you again, moving my lips over your neck and to your ear. I begin to whisper softly, "You are so beautiful. I am going to please you so much tonight. You are completely in my control. Will you trust me?" I wait for your answer, but you don't speak. Smiling, I realize that I told you not to speak, so I order you to answer the one question, "Will you trust me completely." You voice is raspy, lustful as your simply reply, "Yes. Completely."

I kiss your ear again, then whisper, "I'll be back."

I pull away and softly walk towards the basement stairs. I stop and look at you. I can tell you are trying to figure out what is going on. Am I still there? Am I doing something? You suddenly feel very vulnerable. You know I wont harm you, but you are completely helpless to what is going on. You can't see. The only movement you have is to turn around, but you are unable to go far.

I smile and head up the stairs.

It seems like eternity, but a short time later you hear me come back into the room. You feel my hands touch your skin again. They are becoming familiar to you, and you enjoy how I touch you. You feel my lips on yours, and you quickly part your lips, inviting my tongue to explore your mouth. My hands continue to touch you, caress you, feel you.

You hear me whisper, "Trust me." And then, without another word spoken, you feel another set of hands on your body. The hands are strong, the skin a little rough, and you know immediately that it is another man. You gasp, surprised and unsure of who is with me. You want to speak, want to question, but remain silent.

The four hands move over your body, touching, feeling, pulling, pinching. Suddenly you feel the strangers lips on your skin, on your lower back. As he kisses you from behind, you feel my lips on your belly. You groan and the sensation, and find yourself becoming lost in the passion of the moment.

I drop to my knees and begin to kiss your inner thigh, making my way to your glorious mound. Your breathing intensifies as you feel my tongue slide inside of you. You are so wet, so hot. At the same time, the stranger's tongue slides across your ass, spreading your cheeks and licking your skin.

A few moments later he rises to his feet again, standing behind you, pulling in tight to you. It is at that moment that you realize that he is naked, his hard cock presses against your ass as he cups your breasts and begins to kiss your neck. You tilt your head to the side to allow him complete access your neck. While he kisses and caresses you, I devour your pussy, eating you will complete abandonment. You can't believe how good it feels, and hope that it will go on forever.

"You ready?" My voice cuts through the silence and you wonder if I am speaking to you. No one says anything, but you assume that the stranger has nodded to me. You feel him moving slightly behind you, and your ass cheeks being spread apart. Suddenly you feel his hot tool slide inside your wet pussy, and you grunt and the unexpected sensation. He is so big, and he fills you immediately. He begins to pump you from behind, his balls slapping against your ass.

You can sense that I am still kneeling in front of you, but you don't know what I am doing. Then, without saying anything, you feel my tongue on your clit. You moan loudly as I continue to lick you as his cock slides deep inside of you.

It is too much and a powerful orgasm overcomes you, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you body as you explode over his shaft and on my tongue.

After you are done, you feel me stand up and kiss your lips, your juices soaked in my goatee.

"I'm going to untie you now, babe. But I want you to leave the blindfold on. The stranger who is with us is not done with you, but you will not know who it is. At least not now. Do you understand?" You want to speak, but no words come out. Finally you simply nod, exhausted at the pleasure you have just experienced.

I untie your arms and you fall into my chest. I am still fully clothed, and I lead you into the other room and onto the futon ...

For round two ...

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I lay you down on the futon and slowly begin to caress your skin. You are silent, waiting to be spoken to before saying anything. With the blindfold on, you are unable to see anything. You try to listen, wondering where the stranger is, but you are unable to figure out what is happening. You feel my hands on your skin, moving across your breasts and over your arms. You are able to tell my hands from the strangers, his are rougher and a little smaller than mine. As I continue to touch you, you feel the second pair of hands on your legs, his caress is not quite as gentle as mine, clearly not as loving a touch, but it still feels good.

I kiss you, and you respond by opening your mouth. You try to lift your head to press tighter to me, but you are too tired to hold it up. As I kiss you, my hands move over your arms, until my hand locks into your hand. You squeeze tight, trying to tell me how turned on you are without speaking.

Finally I pull away from your lips and you feel me moving beside you on the futon. I take your hands and lift them above your head again, this time with you laying down on the bed. I spread them slightly, forming a "Y" with your body, and then begin to tie them to the top of the futon. You smile as you feel your arms bound with the silk. As I finish securing your hands, you feel the stranger pull your legs apart and more silk wrap around your ankles. He fastens the rope to the bottom of the bed, forming you into a human "X".

"Are you comfortable?" You hear me ask. "Yes."

You feel my hand on your hip as I turn you slightly to the side, and then a hard slap on your ass cheek. You gasp at the slight sting. "You will answer correctly. I am your master, you are my slave."

Your breathing is heavy as you whisper, "Yes, Sir." Your voice is deep and throaty, and you can feel yourself getting wet.

"You are completely under my control. The stranger who is with us is here simply because I said he could be here. When I decide it is time for him to leave, he will leave. He will not speak. He will not answer you. You will not address him. He is simply a cock here to be a part of my plans for you. No one can hear us in this basement. No one is coming here until tomorrow. How long we go, and what we do, is completely up to me. You have no say. You will continue to speak only when addressed. And you will enjoy much pleasure. Do you understand my rules?"

You are so turned on you start to nod, and then realize that isn't the correct reply, so you quickly whisper, "Yes, Sir. I understand completely, Sir."

You lay still, waiting for what is to come next. Will I touch you? Will the Stranger? Will someone go inside of you? Will you have both of us at the same time? You wait, wondering, excited, anticipating. You can't believe how hot and wet you have become, and with your legs spread apart, you feel completely exposed.

But nothing happens. You hear nothing. No one is touching you, no one is having their way with you. You try to control your breathing so you can hear better, but you pick up no sounds, no movement. You wonder if we are standing there watching you, pointing at you. You are fairly certain that we are not speaking to each other, because you hear no sounds, not even whispers. Are we using sign language? Are we writing out things on paper?

You feel helpless. Vulnerable. Out of control. You are at our mercy, and you know it. You don't fear, because you know I will not ever harm you, but you wonder what is happening. Who is the Stranger? Is he someone who knows you? Is he someone who you will see the next day, and yet not know it?

The minutes go by, and you want to speak out, to ask if anyone is around, and yet you don't want to disobey. You are unable to figure out how long its been, but it seems so long since I've spoken to you. Finally you can't take it no longer, and you whisper, barely audible, my name. But no one answers. You pull at the ropes, but you are barely able to move your hands or your feet.

More time passes. Your senses are on fire, trying to pick up something, anything. You speak again, this time a little stronger a whisper, "Are you there?"

Without warning, you feel your hip turned and a hand smacks your ass again, causing you to flinch.

"Why are you speaking?" you hear me say, and a sense of relief washes over your being.

You don't know if you are to answer me or not, so you remain silent, half expecting another spanking for not answering. But nothing happens.

"Maybe this will keep you quiet." I say, and suddenly you feel something pressing against your lips, and you realize that is is a cock. You open your mouth and it slides in, almost making you gag. You try to pull your head back a little, but the cock pulls out and then back in again. You work with the rhythm and begin to suck it, excited that the next stage has begun. You want to please, to show that you can be a good slave. As the cock slides deep into your throat and back out again, you moan softly. You love the feel of a hard cock in your mouth, and you slide your tongue over the shaft as it pumps your mouth.

Suddenly you feel a tongue on your pussy, and you immediately recognize it as mine. For a second it amazes you that you can tell the difference from the Stranger approach and mine. Whether it is my caress, my kiss, or my tongue, you feel the love and tenderness. My tongue slides inside you, pressing against you, enjoying your incredible juices. You feel me move around and suddenly my hard cock slides inside of you. You almost bite down on the cock inside your mouth as you feel mine slide deep inside your body.

The Stranger shifts to the side, turning your head to the right, never slowing down from fucking your mouth as I begin to pump you. I lean forward and begin to suck and play with your nipples as I fuck you hard and fast. You are in ecstasy at what is happening to you. The Stranger and I fuck you in sync, both pumping in at the same time. You try to keep the sensations separate, but they blend together. No longer can you tell the difference from the cock in your mouth and the one in your pussy. The sensations are mixed, and it feels like your entire body is being pleased.

It is too much for you, and you the waves of orgasm begin to flood your insides. You groan hungrily as the cock in your mouth pumps harder. I feel you tighten around my shaft, and your hot juices increase as wave after wave of climax shakes you. Suddenly the stranger pulls out of your mouth and you take in a deep breath. As you are inhaling, you feel hot liquid blast onto your chest, and you realize that he is cumin on your body. Your raise your chest as the hot fluid falls between your breasts.

As the liquid drips off your breasts, I pull out of you and move up your body and into your mouth. You can taste yourself on my shaft, and you suck hard, wanting me to cum inside of you. You suck, wanting more than anything to make me cum, and that you do. I begin to swell, and suddenly I explode inside your mouth, sending hot fluid down your throat. You swallow everything I give you, not wanting it to end.

Finally I pull out and lean down and kiss you on the lips, thanking you for the pleasure. You try to speak, but are unable to say anything. You feel someone wipe the fluid off your chest, and then a blanket falls over your body. Your feet are untied, but your hands remain secure, along with the blindfold.

"Rest for a bit, my love. The night is still young, but you will need your strength."

You smile and feel my lips on your cheek, and then fall asleep. Happy.

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You awake with a jump, realizing that someone is sucking on your breast. For a moment you are uncertain to where you are. You try to move, but your hands are still fastened to the top of the futon. The blindfold makes it impossible for you to see what is happening. You slept so soundly, so satisfied, that it still takes you a bit of time to get your bearings. You remember: you are in my basement, tied to a bed, completely submitted to me and a Stranger.

The mouth on your breast pulls at your nipple, hands caress your other breast. You have no problem telling the difference between me and the Stranger, and immediately realize that it is the Stranger who is touching you. Your first thought is to call out for me, but you quickly remember the rule: no speaking unless first spoken to. You wonder why I am not touching you, and try to listen for anything that would give you an indication to my whereabouts.

You have no idea if the Stranger can tell you are trying to figure out where I am, but it seems like he doesn't care. His focus is on your breasts, and you feel him kneeling on top of you, his knees between your legs, spreading you apart. He doesn't speak, but continues to assault your breasts, it is clear he is only focused on the sex, with little concern for you. You feel him move, and suddenly he lays on top of you, pressing the tip of his cock against your pussy. You are not very wet, but it matters little to him, and he pushes against you, forcing his cock inside of you.

His rough movements border on hurting you, but you say nothing, you mind still trying to figure out if I am nearby. The Stranger begins to pump, his focus on fucking you. He moves hard and fast; it is clear that he is not worried about anything but pleasing himself.

You begin to wonder if I am even there, and while the Stranger assaults you, you begin to worry. Do you break the rules and speak out? Is this part of the game? Am I okay? Has the Stranger done something? Deep inside you know that everything is fine, that this is indeed a part of the plans, that I am likely close by making you think that this man is raping you. But still there is doubt.

Finally you decide it's worth a spanking, and you call out my name softly, "Are you here?"

No answer comes. The Stranger keeps pumping, moving even faster at the sound of your voice. You call out again, this time a little more desperate. You are met with nothing but silence. You try to move your hands, but you are bound too tight. The Stranger continues to pump and you can tell he is close to cumin.

Suddenly he grunts and pulls out of you, letting lose with his load onto your belly. You feel his hot semen across your midsection and you take in a deep breath. The hot liquid feels good on your skin, and you find yourself starting to be turned on at the sense of uncertainty.

"Were you worried?" You jump at the soft whisper of my voice in your ear. You realize that I am right beside you, my face inches from yours. I kiss your ear softly, reassuring you that I was kneeling right there the entire time. You smile, and suddenly find yourself incredibly turned on over what just happened. The sense of relief that I am okay and had planned this is turned into a sudden desire to please me even more.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the realization that your hands are being untied from the futon frame. I pull you into a sitting position, keeping your wrists tied together in front of you. You feel someone wipe the fluid off your midsection, and then I pull you forward, causing you to drop to your knees on the floor. I lean you forward, and you realize that there is a chair in front of you. Your hands are brought up and over the back of the chair, so that you are kneeling in front of it, your belly resting on the seat of the chair.

I make sure you are comfortable, whispering softly in your ear, making sure that all is well. You smile and nod, but do not answer, since I ask no questions.

Suddenly you feel a hard slap across your ass, and you flinch. A second slap, and then a third. This spanking is much harder than the first two slaps you had received when you were on your back and I turned you to your side. This time each slap causes you to flinch slightly. Then, just as quickly as the spanking started, it stops. Your breathing is heavy. You know that your ass checks are likely red from the assault.

"That was for calling out earlier." You hear me say from behind you. Then, you feel a soft kiss on the very spot I spanked. Gently, I kiss you, sliding my tongue across your cheek, loving the very same area. It feels amazing to you. The harshness of the spanking to the gentleness of my lips.

My hands begin to rub your ass, sliding between your legs as I continue to kiss you. I slide a finger inside of you, as my mouth presses between your cheeks. I kiss your anus as I allow a second finger inside your pussy. You shift slightly on the chair, spreading your legs a little further apart as you feel my tongue press against your small hole, a third finger entering your wet cunt.

I move up your back, kissing your tattoo, my chest leaning against your backside. Your skin is so soft, so amazing, and I love touching and kissing it.

I position myself behind you, and slide my cock inside your wet mound, my hands moving over your back, up to your shoulders, and begin to pump you. You groan at the incredible feeling of me inside of you. I feel so different from the Stranger's cock, and the thought of having me in you so soon after him is intense. It feels so good.

I reach around and take hold of your breasts, fondling them as I continue to pump you. My touch is so tender, so amazing, so perfect. I am so deep inside of you. It feels so great. You want to tell me, to say to me how you hope this night never ends, but you remain silent, obedient to my rules.

I fuck you from behind until I realize I am close to cumin. Before I do, I pull out and move around the chair so that I am standing behind it, your face right in front of my hard cock. I touch your lips with my fingers and your mouth opens to take them in, but instead I offer you my cock, which you quickly accept. You begin to suck me again, loving the taste of your juices mixed with my pre-cum.

As you suck, you feel me play with the knot on your blindfold, and suddenly it comes off. You blink, trying to adjust to the ability to see again. For a moment you stop sucking, and try to get used to your eyes again. You look up and see me standing in front of you, looking down into your eyes. You look so beautiful, staring at me, your mouth wrapped around my shaft.