I knew he was going to do something like this, I just never knew when. When we started playing our games, when I started giving him sexual control, it was always something special shared between us, but he always hinted at something more, wanting to not only enjoy me Himself but also share me with others. Wanting me to be submissive for him to the point I would do anything he said, even if it wasn't about performing just for him. But he knows me, knows what I want, what I respond to.
It was crazy how easily he first slipped into the Dominant role, as if he had been waiting for me to come around after all these years together. So here I am, blindfolded and bound. Helpless. The only comfort is knowing he is here. I trust him completely, I know he would never cross THAT line. But he will push me, push me further than I thought possible. How does he know that excites me? Does he know me better than I know myself? Earlier we were having a great dinner. We both looked fantastic. The wine was flowing easily. I never even realized this was going to turn into a play night. Yet here I am.
No handcuffs or straps this time, just that crazy bondage tape. How easy it was for him to tape my arms together behind my back. This position automatically presents my tits to him, and he knows how much I enjoy it when he gives my nipples extra attention. He has never used tape before to tie my legs down, but here I am, kneeling on the floor with tape securing my thighs to my calves on each leg, keeping me in the kneeling position. Then more tape, around and under each knee, then pulling me apart, securing me to something on each side. Forcing me to stay open for him to see, to touch. I can only imagine what I look like, probably as sexy as I could in this situation. In a strange Hotel room, completely naked (always completely naked with him), kneeling on the floor with my legs held apart, arms behind my back forcing me to stick out my chest, and blindfolded.
Not being able to see anything is scary yet exciting, as I never know what is going to happen next. But tonight has been a little different than usual because of the silence. He has never been so quiet as he prepares me for playing. The only sound is the music being played. It sounds like Pink Floyd. It somewhat comforts me. How long has he had me kneeling here? When is he going to start touching me?
Then I hear the sound I wasn't prepared to hear. I hear the door open. Someone is coming inside. I am not ready for this. Not now. Not tonight. It's too soon. But then I realize there is really nothing I can do. I always have the safe word, but do I use it now, so soon? I don't know what he has planned? Who else is in the room? But I trust him, I know I don't need to panic. I can stop this at any time I need to, but I am so excited by now that part of me wants to see where this is going, needs to see where this is going. He has seen me get touched by others before, and sometimes it seems like he enjoyed it more than me. Maybe tonight is about him as much as it is about me?
I can't stop wondering who is watching me right now in my bound and helpless state? What are they thinking about seeing me on display like this? Still, nobody is touching me. I can't even see shoes. I start trying to listen for hints. I can't stop focusing on one question, is there a man or woman in the room? Oh God, what if it is more than one person? Would he take such a big step all at once? Part of me starts to panic. But he knows me, he can tell I am getting nervous. I feel someone get close to my ear. "Relax" he whispers. One simple word but it does the trick. I know he is here, I know I am safe. But that quickly changes as I hear another noise I am not used to hearing when we play, the sound of a picture being taken. CLICK. Is he letting others take pictures of me or is it just him? Damn this blindfold!
Someone approaches me. I can't tell who but I can anticpate what is about to happen. I can sense a zipper being opened near my face, clothes being shuffled. Then I feel it, being pressed against my lips. My first reaction is "Is this His?". I can't use my hands, if I could I would surely be able to identify His cock, but they are no help to me now. He has always talked about wanting to watch me blow another guy, is tonight really about HIS fantasies coming true? It always seemed when we played in the past that we were acting out MY fantasies, not his. As these thoughts are racing though my head I hear that sound again, CLICK, pictures are still being taken. Then a hand on my head, gentle, just a simple way of letting me know I need to open my lips and allow this person to fuck my mouth. I am scared and nervous but willing to comply. I open wide and lean forward. At this point I am so excited I want to suck this dick, I want to please this guy. Is it him? How can I tell without seeing it, touching it? The size is about right but I am still not sure.
Click. Click. More pictures. The dick is sliding further and further into my mouth, gently, slowly, in and out. I can hear movement in the room. I am almost certain there are only 2 people in the room with me and one should be him. But who is the other? Is it the guy in my mouth right now or the person taking pictures? I wish I knew. It became my only thought, the only thing I could concentrate on. Is this him using me right now? Who is the other person? The difference between a girl and a guy is huge.
I can only imagine what this is like for the man in my mouth. What's it like having a beautiful woman tied up to be played with. How exciting is it to have her kneeling, allowing you to use her mouth? It's probably every man's dream. I like knowing that, the thought somewhat comforts me. As these thoughts start to fade I begin to understand just how much I am enjoying this. He is being so gentle, so methodical. Even as it goes deeper into my mouth I don't feel overwhelmed by his actions. His rhythm is slightly building, and I can notice my face is moving to match his efforts. We have established a sexual tempo, matching the rhythm of the music that is playing. I want to make him cum this way, unsure of whether or not it will happen in my mouth. IF this isn't him, would he allow another man to use me that way? Is cumming in my mouth crossing the line?
It dawns on me I have no control over that. As I start to think about just how naughty that is, just how naughty that makes me, the guy withdraws. I can taste him in my mouth but he never finished. What does this mean? Is he saving himself for something else? WHO IS HE?
I am left alone again, waiting for something to happen. But they know the anticipation, the helplessness, is part of the game. So I stay in the same position, wondering what will happen next, wondering who just fucked my face, wondering if tonight will be the night that I need to use the safe word. Then I hear more shuffling. I sense someone kneeling near me. Then a hand touches me. It's gentle. It feels warm and wet, like it is covered in baby oil. Then a second hand. I cannot do anything but kneel obediently as these two hands proceed to rub oil into my chest, my shoulders, and my back. Slowly exploring my body, enjoying my body. The hands move down my belly and start touching my legs and thighs. Then finally, I feel the hands start to get closer to my pussy. Closer, but not close enough. My body is begging for a release. I need to let them know.
"Please touch me" I ask. They are the first three words I have spoken in a long time. But my pleas fall on deaf ears as fingers get closer and closer but never actually touch me there, where I want them to touch me the most. Then I feel something distinctive, and the feeling both calms me and frightens me at the same. I feel a finger nail tracing soft lines up and down my inner thighs, outside my pussy lips. It is definitely a ladies finger nail. So that must have been him in my mouth! Every little piece of information I can figure out makes me feel a little less nervous, a little more in control. The fingers, HER fingers, are getting closer and closer, then they stop. She never goes to the one place I was hoping she would go. Instead, I can feel her hands on my lower back now, moving down to my ass.
She is more brazen now, rubbing oil all over the crack of my ass, even applying a little pressure to my ass with her finger. I am so horny right now she could push a finger straight up there and finger me. I would welcome that. I am dying to get off. This is all too much. But they seem like they have other plans.
Abruptly, it all stops. No more hands. No more fingers. Just me kneeling in the same position, all oiled up for the next part of our game. Or is it really just their game? What influence do I have on how things are going? A new thought creeps into my head "Is she just here to play with me?" " Are they touching each other right now?" I have no way to know but I won't have to wait too long for my answer as I start to hear that damn camera again. I wonder how I will look in these pictures. Part of me is excited to see them later. I only hope these pictures stay with us. I am not ready to cross THAT line yet.
What's next I wonder, then, WHAP. The riding crop?!?! With others present? Is he smacking me in front of someone else? This personal activity which was always just shared between us. For some reason this seemed more intense than what already happened. Bondage is one thing, but discipline adds a whole other level. Or is he letting another woman discipline me? I don't care what the answer is as my nipples are being gently whipped. I almost feel like I will cum if they keep doing this to me. WHAP WHAP WHAP. It hurts. It feels so good. They don't stop, just a constant rhythm of slaps that start at my nipples and then work their way down to my inner thighs. I am suddenly aware of how turned on I am. How I can feel my pussy throbbing. I wonder if they start whipping my pussy if it will be enough to make me cum.
The first WHAP against my clit sends a chill up my spine, then another and another. I am sure I will cum if they keep this up, but they must sense this because they stop. The riding crop is moved up to my mouth. I know what he wants so I stick out my tongue and allow him to rub the tip of the riding crop, which is wet with my own juices, across my tongue. I can taste myself. That excites me. Then I can I feel the riding crop being placed between my teeth. I know he likes this. He does it every time. CLICK CLICK. I guess this time I will get to see what he likes about it so much.
Now, for the first time, I can sense both of them near me. One on each side. I can't believe how exciting that is by itself. And they know it. They are just kneeling next to me, slowly getting closer. I can feel his breath on the left side of my neck. Or is it hers? I can't be sure yet. Then I feel a kiss on my right shoulder, a series of kisses actually. I can feel long hair on my back, arm, and chest so the kisses must be from HER? Who? They stay like this for a long time, each side of me getting teased by gentle kisses on my neck, my shoulders, and my chest. Everything so gentle, so stimulating. I can't imagine how long I have been in this position, how long they have been toying with me.
Suddenly, the music stops. They both withdraw a little. I wasn't prepared to hear the words he said. I have given him . . . them . . . so much control already, so why does he need me to verbally reinforce that? Why now?
