She will not be able to see what is occurring. She will not see who is in the room. The blindfold will be tightly ties around her eyes, leaving her in pitch blackness. As she stands, Master will strip her naked, twisting a nipple to increase its sensitivity.
Dropping her skirt and pinching her clit to enflame it... fingers squishing between her folds. Her arms are roughly pulled behind and wrists bound with a rough rope. Master wishes to see her capacity for pleasure, and to test her skills of perception. She is led into the room, and as they walk toward the center, she is told that there are others in the room... men and women... not how many of each or how many in total. And she is not even told what to expect. As she needs to know, He will tell her.
He takes the leather belt and drapes it over her shoulder, letting it lay against her breasts and then snakes it slowly up, letting her feel it against her skin. She knows she will feel its sting... but when?? She has no visual clues as to his intent... she cannot see if his hand raises the belt high to prepare herself. Tense... then relax... then tense again. Oh sweet anticipation.
"Relax, slut. I will tell you what to do. " As she is ordered to spread her legs. Feeling the fingers pull her pussy open and the tongue jabs into her... the teeth scraping her clit. "Now, tell me... is it man or woman?"
Her head casts from side to side as the sensations sweep up her body and she tries to grasp at a response. "WHICH?" he shouts. Instantly she guesses... "MAN. " She hears the whistling of the belt a split second before she feels the sting... no time to tense. It snaps across her ass with a loud crack and she sucks the air deep.
Without pause... she feels the teeth biting her jutting nipple, pinching it hard. The pain shoots into her and again, she sucks in. "MAN OR WOMAN?" he asks again. Knowing he expects immediate response, she again guesses... "WOMAN" almost hissing out the answer through clenched teeth. The belt again cracks across her ass, crossing the first welt with a second.
"Kneel, whore" To her knees she drops and as soon as she is down she feels the smooth cheeks of an ass press against her mouth. "Use your tongue, slut and tell me... man or woman.?" She buries her face deeply between the cheeks that press back into her and her tongue probes and searches for the puckered hole. Her mind races... smooth, no hair, this must be a woman. And she waits for the question from her Master. The longest pause while she gouges into the ass with her tongue. Her Master obviously waiting for the recipient to enjoy her tongue for a bit longer. "Man or woman" he snaps. Immediately she responds... "woman" Her body tenses, preparing for the belt. It does not come. A deep breath as she inhales the lingering musk still on her lips.
"Open your mouth. " And Immediately a cock is pressed against her lips and forces its way inside... jamming deep against her throat and causing her to gag and choke. "SUCK, you whore... suck and tell me, circumcised or uncircumcised" Her cheeks pull in as she sucks hard on the cock. Her tongue rolls over the tip, feeling for the foreskin... sliding over the shaft... feeling for the looser skin. But the owner of the cock continues to jam it deep into her mouth, making it difficult to tell. "WHICH," he shouts. She gags a muffled response around the thick meat stuffing her mouth. "Circumcised," she gurgles. And the last syllable barely leaves her mouth when the belt lands... across the side of her breast and snapping directly over the nipple. She gasps and inhales deeply, resisting the urge to clench her teeth against the throbbing cock. To bite would surely bring the most horrible of punishments. And after one more deep thrust, the cock is rudely pulled from her mouth, leaving her kneeling alone in the middle of the room, panting and stinging from the fresh welts.
A hand presses hard between shoulders and forces her face down to the floor. Her ass is raised and cheeks spread with strong hands. She feels fingers pulling at the edges of her asshole and then a long tongue licking over the rim. She waits for the question... and waits... and waits. All the while the tongue probes and slurps deep into her bowels, her body begins to heave against a rising climax. She tries to concentrate on the sensations so she can respond when her Master asks his question. She feels no beard against her skin... it is a smooth face that nuzzles at her ass and slurps at her puckered hole. "A woman," she thinks, and she waits and strains against the rising climax. The question does not come and soon her ass is dripping wet from the busy tongue and her hole is relaxed and open... receiving the tongue.
It is then the rim is assaulted with the probe and she feels the blunt object press and open the slippery rim and slip inside her depths. Again, she gasps, but presses back to receive this new intruder, and she groans, trying to restrain her need to cum. The object is pressed deep and as it enters, her ass is stretched wider that ever and the pain jets to her brain to mix with the pleasure. When she is completely filled and she feels it deep in her bowels, she hears the question. "Cucumber or zucchini??"
"OH MY GOD," she gasps, how can she possibly tell. The hand on her shoulders presses her down hard against the floor, her cheek pushing into the carpet and before she can answer, another blunt probe is crudely shoved between her soaking pussy lips and slides easily into her depths. Again, she gasps... struggling for air. Her Master shouts... " CUCUMBER OR ZUCCHINI. " With the high pitched squeal of a child, she answers "Zucchini, Master. " The probe is wrenched from her ass, leaving it gaping and open, and placed against her nose. "SMELL IT... LICK IT... TASTE IT... CUCUMBER OR ZUCCHINI. " She sucks it into her mouth and bites deeply with her front teeth and the cool flavor of cucumber floods her mouth.
