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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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."
