It has been five weeks now since my first massage from Brad, but I had to cancel this weekend, my husband has other plans. I am not complaining.
This is the 6th day after my husband told me to be prepared for some fun, me agreeing I will be submissively his no matter what. I have been very agreeable complying with all his requests and suggestions so far. I placed several notes plus naughty pictures in this lunch, which he threatened to show some to his coworkers. Although I do not think he ever would. I am not taking the chance. I am not allowed to do anything sexual without permission or his request. I have been given many suggestions just to annoy me more than anything else, like told to go braless half way through the day. This has been going on all week, starting Monday, it is now Saturday. I could ignore or fight these suggestions but I prefer to dwell, let these thoughts grow, adds excitement, anticipation. Yes, it does fuel for what is to come.
My outfit is chosen for me, a very short tight black skirt, it zips down the side, nylons that come well below the skirt leaving 2 inches of bare skin exposed, shelf bra which expose my boobs, nipples completely, it lifts pushing out more, sheer blouse, 6 inch heels, all in black. Would think were going out partying, I look like someone on the prowl or a call girl, complete with wrist and ankle cuffs which he helped put on me. I get inspected before we are apparently going somewhere, not told where. Ted does grin as he holds two eye pads out for me before tying a scarf around my eyes making sure I cannot see a thing, my sun glasses then an added cover. I am blind. I know we are going out in public now, hmmmm. I am led to his truck and helped getting buckled in. There is no point asking, being told little and forced to wait and see. He does this at times knowing it annoys me not knowing, so I play along. He does small talk, does say how nice I look as we drive for a half hour I am guessing. One can loose time after a bit without sight. I have lost all sense of where with his constant chatter, the stops a starts along with turns, so have given up trying to keep track. Ted has constantly reminded me of how helpless I am, how easy it is for someone to do things, I would have no idea who they are. On and on, he constantly taunts me.
He says "We are here."
I ask "Where?"
"Just an interesting place I found," Is the reply.
It is interesting losing my sight for so long I am much more aware of sounds, a breeze or wind, smells, just more sensitive in other ways. I am not "lost" knowing I am safe, fully trusting but also with heavy excitement filled with anticipation. It is super hard to pin down anything other than I am sure whatever planned it will turn physically sexual. He has insinuated others tormenting me, male or female, older or younger, including what they will do to me being helpless to stop them. He has suggested, taking more time remembering Pat, an older gentleman friend and of course Brad being much younger. Get caught like this by Pat would indeed be intriguing, an interesting kind of fun however, super embarrassing. If with Brad, would be total humiliation for me. Him being so young, me so vulnerable, I also have such control over him now, which would be lost. I can only imagine what he would think, what he might do along with my response being controlled by someone so young. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Our relationship now is comfortable for us both and I would not even guess how that could change.
Back to now, I have no idea where I am other than a home or building close to the ocean. I can feel and smell the breeze which definitely has the ocean smell. There is the sound of the waves and seagulls along with a dog barking, not too far away. I am guided to what I presume is a deck or patio of some sort, definitely outside.
I am asked if I need to use the washroom? I confirm that would be nice, Before being led to the bathroom, allowed to relieve myself, but the blindfold and glasses stay on. I know he's standing there watching, I feel very conscious even though this is normal between us, just not when I cannot not see. My cuffs have been unattached from each other so I can do my business. After, they are again attached as I am led back to a deck then told to remain still. My top unbuttoned, removed, now in push-up bra, exposed more. My nipples get a little attention. He is fiddling with stuff before my right wrist is released, extended, stretched out to my right side The same is done to my left arm. I have a little bit of flexibility for balance purposes, my arms are spread wide with no chance to stop him now. He is behind me doing something, but allowing me to comfortably stand and not lose my balance.
I know I am completely on display for his amusement and pleasure. My sexual tension is running high, he quietly and calmly asks "Do you remember your safe word?"
This does peak my attention more, replying quietly, "Of course." He tells me to repeat it. "I say Red." We use Green, Yellow and Red to stop.
Ted "Are you going to use it?"
I say, "Nope."
I can feel him smile as he replies, "Good," adding "We will see. Would you like to cum?"
He knows I want to, even need to, but I will play his game, "Yes, please."
I cannot see, but believe he is smiling. I know he loves to see me when I cum, watching closely as I do. My skirt has been riding up, I feel it unzipped, taken from me. He now motions with his hand, tapping inside of my legs, wanting me to open, allowing him access to me. I do not hesitate, wanting to feel his touch. There have been past times he has done this, but not while I am restrained, allowing me to cum on the finger, or fingers or a toy for him. He will not help me, forcing me to do all the work myself, but I know always watching. I feel his two fingers very slowly, press and slide between my labia lips, teasing, opening me up before I move as best I can on his hand. I am well lubricated already.
He now is back to our earlier conversation, saying I should be thinking about the old guy or the young guy while he is doing this to me. This is easy to do being blind now for so long. He knows me too well, says "Having the old guy would be easy." He asks "What is the name of your young admirer again?"
He knows all too well, I say "His name is Brad."
He sarcastically says oh yes, "Brad, he is so young. What is he, half your age? Here you are, so vulnerable to him."
His fingers have been sliding back-and-forth, "I wonder what he would think seeing you like this? What would he do?"
I cringe, tighten at the thought, he is waiting for an answer. "It would be so humiliating, he is so young, I could be his mother."
Just saying this sends tremors through my body, I can see Brad's shocked face in my mind.
His hand is removed, listening, as a very tight lipped groan escapes my lips. His hand is back sliding back-and-forth. I tremble at his touch, his two fingers rotate around my vaginal opening before slowly pushing in deep. He has made me wait but that first penetration is like heaven. I'm sure he is watching my face, sees my desperation. He says "You know what to do."
Normally, I am not allowed to use my hands other than for balance, he loves embarrassing me, I have to rock my hips, and legs, as much as I can riding his fingers. He keeps pressing the conversation, asking me "How does Brad's hand feel, do you want to cum on his hand, do you want him watching you as you cum?"
