Bound and Blindfolded: A Mistress's Pleasure and a Submissive's Surrender to Sensual Bliss

Quiet, and darkness. Those are the only things I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my back, blindfold over my eyes. Haven't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to wait, quietly. Soon I hear the soft footsteps of you padding across the floor to me. Silence again before I feel the sudden, sharp sensation of your teeth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to have it met with your hand across my mouth and a harder, stinging bite on my neck. I feel your hands running down my chest and your breasts on my back as you run your tongue up to my ear, giving it a soft kiss before whispering to me.

"You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be good and obey and you'll enjoy it. I promise you an orgasm that you'll feel for days. Fight me, and you will regret it severely," you coo in my ear. "Understand?" Your words are playful and soft, but I can sense the stern tone behind them. 

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" you ask. 

"Yes....mistress," I reply hesitantly. 

"Good boy." I barely have time to fathom what might be in store for me later before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my face.

"Open your mouth," you order. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly full of your already moist cunt. I slip my tongue in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you; my lips rubbing against your clit. "There you go," you say. "Get me nice and wet so I can slide my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the same treatment."

Letting these words roil around in my head apparently becomes noticeable to you as you start giggling slightly. "That's right, pet. I'm going to fuck your ass. I'm going to slip my purple cock into your tight little ass, and pound you until you're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine."

As that realization sinks in, I evidently get distracted and lose focus on my oral duties, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a pinch to my nipple. Faced with the idea of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my tongue and lips. With every passing second, as my tongue slips all over you, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. The soft moans, and quick gasps of air I can hear escaping your lips tell me I'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few minutes of this, you stop me. You don't say anything to me, but you were close to coming, and started to get weak in the knees. "Lean forward, put your face on the bed," you tell me. I lower myself down, burying my face on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my legs. I can hear you moving around, and suddenly sense something cold and slick slip between my ass cheeks. It takes a second before I realize that it's your lubed up finger. I can feel you tracing around my puckered hole, making the area around it as wet and greased as you can. My heavy breathing of expectation gets worse as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and hold my breath, expecting to feel your toy slide up my ass.

"Relax," you say softly. "It's not that time yet. This is just to help loosen you up." I relax as your finger retreats from inside me, but it's immediately replaced by something larger and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my hips in place and in one smooth motion, shove the object in me.  "There we are. Let's see how you like this," you tease as you run your nails across my ass, smirking at the lines you leave. Lost in thought at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to come to terms with the intruder in my ass, I'm jarred from this train of thought abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibrations on the bullet to full, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how pleasurable the sensations are; squirming and rocking slightly, slight moans escaping from my lips. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my back, and lean toward my rear. Taking the cord in your hand, you begin to pull the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the walls of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing hole, you pull a little harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. Unable to fight against the intense sensations rolling across my body from this, I tense up, my butt apparently hungry to have the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. "Bad boy," you chide. "If you can't play with your toys correctly, then we won't have them anymore. Now keep...it...in." With those words, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as deep as you can. "There....Now it should be safe in there." I'm already panting and squirming at what's going on, but you take it up a notch by flicking your tongue across my shivering asshole. This sends me wild and a labored "Oh, God yes" escapes my lips. 

"Like that?" you ask, clearly happy with the result.

"Oh, yes," I reply, instantly regretting my mistake. Your quick swat across my ass reminds me of my errant slip of the tongue.

"I mean, yes, mistress."

"Very good." Keeping up with making me shudder in delight with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my legs and stroking my cock. I cannot process all these overwhelming sensations happening to the most sensitive parts of my body, all at one time and rapidly feel an orgasm building. After a few more moments of this, I'm on the verge. I can barely hold back. The heavy, throbbing vibrations deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your tongue on my asshole, and the soft squeezing of your hand around my cock are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive orgasm. My breathing quickens and I start to tense up, feeling the orgasm coming from deep within me. Sensing I'm about to cum, you stop immediately.

"Oh, no you don't. You do not get to cum before me." I whimper at being denied release and am met with a cold "Not yet" from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. "You've had plenty of pleasure, now it's my turn. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread," you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me long enough to undo the cuffs holding my arms together behind me, then push me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the middle, and spread my arms and legs as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the bullet deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only tell you're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the corners of the bed, pulling the straps as tight to the edge as you can. I try to move an arm, but don't get more than an inch, if that. And I can't move my legs around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one hand across my chest as the other slips between your legs to play with my dick again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. "Now, now," you say, returning the favor by nipping at my ears and sinking your teeth and lips into my neck, your hand never ceasing stroking. 

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The next thing I'm aware of is a leg on either side of my head, from you kneeling over me. The only reason I know how you're sitting, is because you promptly pull your knees close, effectively locking my head in place. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you're covering my face between my eyes and chin with your delicious pussy. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jars me for a second, but I quickly recover and eagerly slip my tongue in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I can't help myself but to lift my head up, trying to bury my tongue deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hips against me, running your fingers through my hair and grabbing handfuls with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my face. The taste of you, and the warm feeling of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently smile at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The sensations ripping through your body, racing at break-neck speeds are making your skin crawl, and your body shake, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

Stopping your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to fight me off of you for a second while you're at it, I hear a sudden loud buzzing above me. Confused, I realize what the sound is very quickly: you've got your vibrator that you grabbed earlier, and are rubbing it around on your most sensitive areas, picking up your slow back and forth movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you're making, I'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a seconds rest, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. "Just because I've got this, doesn't mean you get to stop," you chide. Focused back on the task at hand, I go back to arousing you with my tongue, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it's the sensation of being deprived of my senses and feeling the dual vibrations of the bullet in me and your vibe in close proximity to my face, or the enticing smell and taste of your dripping wet cunt, or the electric sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to lose focus and any conscious thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the orgasm building and creeping down your spine.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much longer, as you can barely hang on much longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and tighten up. Your breath catching in your throat, your skin electric with heightened sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some subtle clues. The strength and force by which your free hand is grabbing handfuls of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knees squeezing tighter and tighter against my head. Not sure what to do, I just keep licking and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and seize up, and the first gush of fluid splashes into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a second to regain my composure, and I go back to work with my mouth. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in place on your now swollen and sensitive clit, the other rubbing your pussy with fervor, sending juices all over the place; splashing against your body, spraying all over my face, running down my cheeks and chin, down my neck. This continues for a few more moments, effectively soaking my face and arms, and coating the inside of your thighs. Settling back on my chest, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

"Enjoy that?" you ask through labored breaths. I can manage nothing more than a mumbled "Mhmm" as one of your breasts is smothering my mouth. "Mmmmm, good. You've no idea how amazing that felt," you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the damage. Everything from my arms, down to my chest, is literally dripping, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first sight is your flushed face, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the part I've been attending to for the last while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can feel a drop running down the outside of my lips, and I quickly dart my tongue out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

"Mmmm...I must taste awesome. Do I?" you tease.

"Yes mistress," I reply, the stinging of my nipple still fresh in my mind. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lips, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the taste.

"I really do taste good. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted more. You couldn't get enough of it." All of this said through a knowing grin on your face. "Well don't worry, you're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I'll have you taste yourself later," you declare, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to

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