I lay there on her bed. My ankles and wrists were securely tied to the bedframe. Totally naked, blindfolded, and unable to move. Goosebumps ran like a wave across my skin, and anticipation coursed through my body, making my mouth dry.
I'd known from the moment she'd tied the blindfold over my eyes that this was real, and no longer just a fantasy. I was excited. And I was scared. Yes, scared -- for the first time in my life I had put my absolute total trust in another human being. It scared me, but it massively excited me too.
As I lay there on the bed, completely vulnerable, loud music suddenly started to play, startling me. The combination of blindfold and noise robbed me of two of my senses, just as the restraints robbed me of my ability to move. Suddenly I smelt the delicate scent of a woman's perfume in my nostrils, then felt something against my lips. A voice whispered into my ear, and I could feel the warmth of the person's breath against my cheek.
"John," said the soft woman's voice, barely audible over the music, "Remember what we discussed. I will look after you, you can absolutely trust me to do that. I am going to do many things with you and too you. Your blindfold will stay on at all times. If you want me to stop, your safe word is 'Red'. Nod if you understand."
I nodded my head, and realised that what was pressed against my lips was a finger, and as it was gently pushed into my mouth I could feel her fingernail sharp against my tongue. I couldn't resist the urge to suck, and the finger was gently pushed in and out of my mouth. Then it was withdrawn, slowly, teasingly, and I felt it gently trace around my lips, first one way then the other. Finally, the finger gently scratched its way down over my chin and down onto my throat, slowly making its way down my body. My body twitched and I felt my cock stiffen in anticipation, as the finger tracked over my stomach, and then it was gone. I was left with just my arousal, and no stimulus. I breathed deeply and let out a loud involuntary sigh. The loud music continued to drown out any other sound in the room.
As I lay there, thoughts ran through my mind, wondering what would happen next. As it happened, I didn't have to wait too long to find out.
Suddenly I felt scratching against my chest, fingers dragged hard against my skin, followed by a sharp pinch on my nipple. The nails tugged and pulled, pinching hard enough to make me wince. Then I felt the same sensation on my other nipple, pulling, pinching, squeezing. Eventually the fingers moved down my chest, slowly but surely scratching their way across my body, across my belly, either side of my stiff cock and onto the tops of my thighs. Where ever they went I felt goosebumps appear on my skin. Then, once again, they were gone, there was nothing.
I waited. And waited. I had only the darkness, loud music and expectation for company. My cock throbbed and twitched, like it had a mind of its own.
Then, just like the last time, I felt fingers touching me. This time nails touched my face, gently making their way across my cheek, lingering on my lips. I opened my mouth, inviting the fingers inside. Instead I felt movement on the bed next to my head, and could smell her perfume once more. She smelled delicious.
Her voice whispered into my ear, "John."
My reply was so quiet it was barely audible, more in my head than out of my mouth.
"Yes......?"
She continued, "Would you like me to suck you? To take your hard cock into my mouth and taste you? To feel how hard you are?"
