Hoodwinked 2

Hoodwinked

Please be aware this story contains relatively extreme adult material dealing with themes such as BDSM, NC, cuckold, degradation, humiliation, and misogyny.

All scenarios described are completely fictional and should not be taken as a reasonable example of human interaction, just treated as what they are, a healthy exploration of sexuality within the context of fiction.

1.

Looking up at me with big, excited and trusting eyes, she didn't even have to be asked to open her mouth wide for the ball gag.

Gently cupping her chin with one hand, I firmly pushed the soft rubber ball in, pressing down her tongue and making her cheeks bulge slightly. Her eyes followed me as I moved forwards, arms reaching behind her head to strap it securely before I moved back and took a few seconds to admire her.

Naked, gagged and kneeling on the bed, I thought she looked perfect. At the age of thirty-one, she was at the peak of womanhood, her hips and breasts displaying inviting curves, while she still retained a slim, taut body that was smooth skinned and long limbed. Soft, straight dark hair cascaded down her back, contrasting with her pale, naked flesh that was blushing pink around her face and neck, as she grew more and more excited.

Quick, shallow breathing was causing her rounded breasts to heave up and down in a very enticing fashion, showing off perfect pink nipples, both stiff with excitement. Her hands were resting palms down on the top of her thighs, in the pose I had taught her, but she couldn't completely contain herself and gave a little squirm; I knew she was damp with excitement.

"That's my good girl, now it's time for the rest."

Sensory deprivation and a more serious form of BDSM was new territory for us both, but after some tentative exploration, she had taken to it like a duck to water, and was now eager for the next step.

Her eyes followed my hands, as I lifted up the leather mask.

This wasn't a cheap, mass-produced item, we had ordered it from a very exclusive specialist, tailored to her exact measurements; the result was a supple and tight leather hood that fitted like a second skin. I worked it gently over her head, giving her a wink as I pulled it over her eyes and then tugged it down over her open mouth, trapping the gag firmly in place before wrapping the loose collar round her elegant neck, buckling it closed.

I waved a hand in front of her, and she, unsurprisingly, didn't react at all. The hood covered her entire head, leaving just a few air holes in the front. Additionally, it had padded sections over her ears into which wireless bluetooth speaker pads had been inserted. I reached to the bedside table and keyed a small remote, the speakers flooded her ears with deep, sensual, pulsating music, loud enough that I could hear it faintly.

I smiled. Finally, it was all coming together.

"Can you hear me, bitch?" I asked loudly.

No response.

I got off the bed and took out my mobile; I centred her in the view screen and took a picture. She never sent nudes and would have covered herself if she knew, but she didn't, and remained on display, as I zoomed in for more closeups. After I had satisfied myself, I sent a message and propped the phone up on the table opposite the bed, setting it to record video as she obediently knelt, naked and oblivious.

I walked over to her and ran a hand under her breast, hefting its pleasant weight and giving a little squeeze. She flinched, as my hand brushed her skin then gave a little muffled moan, as the anticipated touch finally arrived.

"You like that, don't you, slut? I asked loudly, my fingers converging on her nipple to give it a firm pinch, causing her to moan loudly into the gag and push her breasts forward, yearning for more.

Usually very prudish, restrained and controlling, we discovered that the sensory deprivation of the hood freed her from any psychological, moral, or social restraint, and left her feeling able to behave like the subservient little slut she so wanted to be, deep down.

-

Jenny had always lived a privileged life; early on, she had inherited a number of properties. Chief amongst them was the Grand Olde Castle Hotel, a prestigious establishment that had hosted a swath of highly placed guests throughout its existence, and still maintained its exclusivity, an image that was bolstered by the eye-watering room prices and the upscale restaurant serving stylish and minuscule servings of French-inspired food to wealthy guests.

She had been involved in the running of the hotel since she was young, always with the understanding it was going to become hers one day. Constantly surrounded by people jumping to do her bidding, and obsequiously jumping to every order, her sense of entitlement grew, along with her sense of superiority, feeding the bitchy and entitled way in which she treated the staff, and frankly, anyone she viewed as beneath her station. Which included most people.

Fortunately, that was not the setting in which I had been introduced to her, and while I did see a different side to her behaviour when she wasn't at work, I was still always shocked to see how she reverted to such a bossy bitch as soon as she stepped through the front door of her hotel; an attitude that was especially evident whenever she was talking to any of the low-skilled, transient staff that bolstered her workforce during peak seasons. Loud, bigoted tirades against the oafish, foreign morons that she had to put up with, were frequent, long, and bitter. I often felt the people she disparaged and bullied deserved an apology, or at least some sort of compensation, which I was then intending to deliver on her behalf...

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in," I responded, watching Jenny for any indication she could hear, but she didn't even flinch, remaining in her subservient pose.

I heard the main door open and close, then hesitant steps drawing closer to the bedroom.

-

As she was often working late I would come over to see her and we would stay the night in one of the sumptuous vacant rooms; fortunately, one had been available this night, and she had been more than willing to continue our sexual exploration, excited to push boundaries.

The room was spotlessly clean and beautifully furnished with art deco furniture and elegant materials, but what really drew the eye was the large four-poster bed with a beautiful, naked, hooded woman kneeling on it.

-

The door swung open and in walked my guest. He glanced around looking nervous, but immediately broke out into a huge grin when he saw Jenny.

I motioned him closer. "Come in, and have a look."

He shuffled slowly closer, unable to take his eyes off Jenny and the way she was shamelessly thrusting herself forward against my hand, as I slowly stroked her naked breasts.

-

Even in a more normal setting, she would've been surprised to see him because she had fired him yesterday. I had been there in the background of the restaurant as she shouted and screamed, stamping her foot and insulting him in front of the smug-looking guest who had complained about the service. She had belittled him over and over before giving up and contemptuously ordering him to leave the premises. He had stepped forward towards her, and I was pretty sure if she had been a man, he would've swung for her, but in this instance, he just balled up his fists as she gave an obnoxious grin. Then, he turned and left, flanked by the employees she had summoned to escort him out.

-

"Are you sure she can't see us?" he whispered.

I smiled and pinched a nipple, causing her to moan. "The bitch can't see or hear anything, and as long as only one of us is touching her at a time, she wouldn't ever know you were here."

To make my point, I took my hand away from her breast and motioned for him to take my place. Hesitant, at first, he soon lost any caution when his hand cupped a warm breast; his touch causing her to moan at the resumption of what she assumed was me teasing and playing with her.

"Fuck," he said, reverently, "the bitch has nice tits."

"Yes," I agreed.

I watched as he explored them both, lifting and squeezing them in turn, then focusing on her nipples, tweaking and pulling at the hard pink nubs as she squirmed.

"See," I said, "underneath that suit, she's just a slut. Try giving her nipple a pinch, she will love it."

He quickly followed my advice, pinching hard and marvelled at Jenny's reaction. She threw her head back and let out a low, guttural moan, but remained in her subservient pose, obviously ready and willing for more rough treatment.

"Want to see her pussy?"

He grinned and nodded, starting to lose all caution, as lust took over.

I motioned for him to stop, then I moved into his place and put my hands on her naked shoulders. Pushing firmly backwards, she immediately understood what I wanted and subserviently followed my direction, lying down on the bed as I reached down to her thighs, drawing them apart.

He moved in closer to witness the unveiling, craning to see as I spread her beautiful, slim legs wide, exposing his former employer's pussy.

He gave an appreciative whistle, and I nodded in agreement-- it was a spectacular specimen. Her perfect, puffy outer lips gently parting over her neat pink inner lips, a little hood of soft skin hiding her clit that just peeked out, and below that the inviting depths of her pussy were just visible.

I gently stroked the soft, little landing strip of hair that was all that was left after she had waxed a few days ago. Then sliding my hand down, I spread her open, nice and wide, making her pussy gape and releasing a little bead of moisture to drool out of her opening.

"Fuck, I never would've guessed the bitch had such a nice pussy."

I nodded. "Feel free to take a picture."

He shot me a glance and then smiled, quickly getting out his mobile as I held her open. He positioned it between her legs, moving it inward until it had a nice, clear close-up. I spread her even wider, making her little clit poke out, as I heard the shutter snap multiple times as he immortalised her pussy.

"Let me show you how to get her going," I said, while keeping her spread nice and wide. I took two fingers from my other hand, and firmly inserted them into her pussy. Her reaction was immediate-- she groaned and rolled her head to the side, while her hips twitched then thrust upwards towards the intrusion.

I moved my thumb down and gently started to run it backwards and forwards over her exposed clit, her pussy providing ample moisture to coat my thumb, letting it slide easily backwards and forwards over the sensitive little nub. At the same time, I curled the two fingers that were inside her upwards, and firmly stroked in a rhythmical motion.

Her groaning immediately turned into little, pathetic, squealing sounds that managed to work their way around the gag, as she grabbed handfuls of the bedding, twisting them making fists.

After demonstrating for a minute, I removed my fingers, causing a little sucking noise as her pussy reluctantly released them. She let out a plaintive frustrated grunt, grinding into the unoccupied air, desperate for more.

"Do you want to try?" I asked.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving her pussy, as he took my place and ran his fingers up her slick pussy, exploring her for a moment before sliding a finger inside her.

She groaned again and leaned into him, aware of nothing but her own pleasure.

"Fuck, she's a tight little bitch," he said, as another finger disappeared inside her.

"Don't forget to work her little clit if you want to get some nice noises out of the slut," I observed.

He nodded in concentration, and started following my earlier example, immediately receiving a similar response as the breathless squealing sounds started up again.

I continued the derogatory commentary, both of us revelling in the language we were using, right over her oblivious head as we made her perform for us.

"She is so hot and tight, and I love the way her pussy gets so wet!" he commented. "Every time I brush over her clit, I can feel her slutty pussy clamp down on me!" he said, delightedly.

I nodded, as we continued discussing her pussy and her reaction to different techniques, both of us crouching between her legs and taking turns. Her eager, drooling pussy was making a little wet patch on the bed, as we swapped backwards and forwards, keeping up with a fast, continuous rhythm, neither one of us could've maintained by ourselves.

He gestured downwards as he worked at her pussy. "She like taking it up the ass?

"No she hates bu..." I trailed off, as he slipped his dripping fingers from her pussy and moved down to stroke them over her crinkled, little pink anus. Instead of the flinch and refusal I was expecting, she immediately opened her legs wider, tipping her hips upward to present herself.

"That's it, be a good bitch for me, boss," he crooned. "You want this, don't you?"

He pressed a finger into the centre, making her pucker for a second, her body going stiff, then he was in, and she accepted him in one smooth motion. He kept his other hand stroking her clit, and pushed fingers into her pussy as his other finger sank deeper into her ass.

"Fuck, what a tight bitch, but she loves it," he observed.

And I had to agree; she was arching her back and humping her pelvis upward in stuttering little gyrations, desperate for his touch.

I noticed his phone was lying abandoned next to him, still unlocked and showing the last picture of Jenny's pussy, spread wide open. Grabbing it, I flicked back to the camera function and got in close, getting a nice picture that included her pussy and little twitching asshole being invaded. While taking it, I noticed the pictures were saving to a private gallery. Reels and reels of what I assumed were his wife or girlfriend glided past in all her naked glory. She was a chubby, blonde, happy-looking woman with a big, messy-looking pussy and heavy breasts. Smiling, I inserted the picture of Jenny's pussy right next to the other woman's. They created a pleasing contrast, Jenny was small and neat, trimmed and waxed; the other woman had slightly darker skin and a darker pussy, bigger lips spreading wide under a big tuft of golden hair.

Turning back, I noticed him pulling his finger out of her asshole, it gripped as if reluctant to let him go, but he kept on pulling and she gave a little squeak as it popped out, leaving her gaping open for a second before her pink little sphincter closed tightly.

I quickly switched places with him, and followed his example, slipping my finger into her pussy to get it nice and wet, then pushing it up her then much more accepting ass. It felt amazing, hot and tight, clamping down on my finger and transmitting every little twitch and shudder that went through her body to my finger, as I continued to toy with her pussy.

I had never seen her quite like this, the combination of the hood, and our combined attention, had pushed her into a subservient headspace that she had never reached before, utterly accepting and very aroused; I knew I could do anything I wanted to her.

Keeping one finger deep in her asshole, I moved my thumb up and hooked it into her pussy; then with my other hand, I reached up and gave one of her breasts a firm slap. She squealed and bucked. I felt her clamping down on my two fingers, her pussy produce a gush of liquid and heat in response.

I smiled and gestured to him. "Your turn, she obviously loves it."

He smiled and moved closer to me. Careful to only use one hand, he slapped her other breast, harder than I had done, but causing an equally positive response from her body, as she squealed and squirmed.

What followed was a few minutes of him very enthusiastically slapping her breasts until they grew pink; the sensitive nipples looking red, sore and stiff on top of the jiggling mounds.

I continued to finger my wife's pussy and asshole with one hand, watching her former employee abuse her breasts, and marvelling at how much she was enjoying it.

When I pointed this out, he nodded in agreement.

"I've seen this before, deep down she's desperate to have all of her control taken away and be used like this, accepting pain is part of it."

"and I'm more than happy to..." Slap!

His hand connected sharply with the side of her breast, making it jiggle alluringly as she arched her back.

"...Help her out..." Slap!

He brought it straight down on the other one, using just his fingertips to slap the hard nipple, creating another immediate and very vocal response.

I suspected that shame and propriety had kept her from being too loud during normal sex, but with the sensory deprivation in place, she couldn't hear herself and so gave voice to wild, primal moans and high-squealing noises, all muffled around the gag and hood, making them sound distorted and animalistic as she completely gave in to her pleasure.

She was then wetter than I had ever felt her before; my fingers slid easily around inside her, and her plaintive moaning was getting louder and more rhythmical.

"Switch," I said, pulling out my fingers with a wet, slopping sound, as her pussy and ass reluctantly let me go.

He quickly shifted to my position and jammed three fingers straight into her tight pussy, making her moan loudly.

"That's right, good girl, moan for me," he kept talking to her as he worked. "You always wanted this."

As he worked, I gently grabbed one of her breasts, she flinched expecting a slap then sighed out a breath and relaxed as I held it. I marvelled at how hot her sensitive pink skin felt under my hand. I moved my thumb and forefinger up to her abused nipple, it was harder than I had ever felt it; I gave the stiff little nub a hard squeeze, making her moan into the gag again.

Looking down, I saw him smile at the noise, his fingers working hard as he started to get into his rhythm. "That's it, bitch, moan for us, you're not so high and mighty now, are you?" He sped up, his thumb moving faster and faster over her clit. Her response was a louder squeal, her pussy so wet she was starting to make little slopping noises, as his fingers worked away inside her.

"I bet you would be horrified to know whose fingers were inside you--" slop-slop-slop, "Who was making you moan--" slop-slop-slop, "Who was watching you act like such a little slut--" slop-slop-slop.

I saw her thighs start to quiver in a way I recognised. Her voice went from low groaning to higher-pitched little squeaks, forced out with each exhalation and getting louder.

"Speed up!" I said, urgently. "Keep going! The bitch is close!"

Usually, to bring her to orgasm like this with just my fingers, required much more time, but the combination of the hood, the pain and the increased pace we both had been able to sustain was pushing her towards the brink of orgasm far quicker than I had ever seen.

Grabbing his own wrist for leverage, he worked his finger faster, his thumb still flicking across Jenny's sensitive clit.

"That's right, bitch!" he shouted, as he felt her response building. "Cum for me!"

Suddenly, she went completely rigid, legs that had been spread wide, snapped shut about his waist, her quivering and taut muscles straining over her entire body, as she gave a scream of pleasure, throwing her head wildly and arching her back.

Then something happened that I had never seen her do before-- her spasming pussy squirted out a little jet of hot, clear liquid, splattering up his arm and dribbling down her thighs.

"Good girl," I praised in a shocked voice, stroking her breasts and then sliding my hand encouragingly over her quivering stomach, as her rolling orgasm produced another little squirt of pleasure.

"Fuck, she is clamping down hard!" he observed, smiling down at her soaked, squirting pussy, twitching and drooling on his hand, as her orgasm took control. Her legs flung out wide, her heels digging into the bed, her little feet flexing, as her toes splayed out then curled as her entire body shivered with pleasure.