After quite a while of not writing anything here is another scenario some of you might enjoy, and if you do feel free to tell me in the comments or send me a message. I hope you will like it :)

The blindfold – Day 1

The air is cool and dry, so dry that it feels like every soft blow of wind is crawling slowly over your skin.
You can feel the silk restraints that bind your wrists to the bed. Soft, smooth… yet relentless, if struggled with. There is no way to walk away from this situation. Neither would you want to leave the soft warmth of the bed your naked skin lies upon, a bed as smooth as velvet, yet trembling to each motion. A waterbed that feels so incredibly smooth around the curves of your body. You can feel your mind drift as if the bed made you float on a raft to an exciting, unknown adventure. A dream of a time and a date where all there is is ecstasy.

If there wasn’t the all engulfing blindfold, turning your world into a black shower of sensory overflow, all the smells filling your mind colored by a layer of excitement. You hear the faint sound of a clock ticking. With every tick of the clock you can feel your world crumbling, shaped anew by the following tock, a steady shift of paradigms of lust racing your mind. You can only imagine the endless possibilities of pleasure that the future holds. The tension every second holds for it could be the one you feel the soft touch of a kiss, or the sharp, exciting bite of a pinch on your tender breasts. You can feel a shiver running slowly over your skin, the uncertainty crawling over you inch by inch.

Every breath is a new desire fueled by excitement and cravings of your deepest fantasies.

You shudder as a sharp sound fills the air. The deep, trembling symphony of boots shuffling towards you with slow steady steps, yet the echo fills your ears and amplifies your emotions exponentially.

The air is electrified with your fear, excitement and longing as you hear him approach with a steady pace. He is in no hurry to get to you.

The steps come to a sudden stop, echoing sharply through your head. You don’t hear him undressing; he must be naked already, lusting after you gazing all over your body, trying hard to sustain his desire. You can smell his manly scent so close to your face that the hair on your arms stands up in excitement.

Another sound shapes your world, a sound of slow but steady masturbating. You can only imagine how he must rub his strong, big… perfect cock to the sight of you as he silently moans.

His moans intensify more and more as the sound of his stroking gets harder and faster until he is grunting aggressively, a caged animal waiting to be released.

You can fell his hand running down your belly, exploring… searching.

As he reaches your tender pussy, wet from all the scents of sex and ecstasy, as well as his unshared sexual attention, he starts to rub your clit, slowly at first then faster and demanding. You can feel your temperature rising and the starting to burn out your desires through moans and screams of pleasure. The world in your head spins in a blur of colors, fantasies and lust. His hands are big and strong enough to finger you deep, stretching you from the inside, filling you up all the way; He can even continue to please your throbbing clit with his thumb as he drives you wild with his fingers.
He thrusts into you with a steady unrelenting force to build up the heat and make you spasm with pleasure under him. At that moment you realize what you are to him. Just a toy to play with as he pleases. His belonging. His whore.

The moment you feel like bursting with pleasure, you climax on his hand. It is an earthshattering orgasm like you never experienced before. As your mind becomes a blank mess of satisfaction you can hear him grunt once more before he pulls out his fingers and grabs your neck to hold your head in place. With a final stroke he screams like an animal before the hot cum hits your face, filling your nose with his manly, dominant scent and you know that he marked you as his woman. The perfect man. You can’t help but to feel abused by him using you like a porn magazine, a means to an end. It doesn’t matter anymore. Before you drift off into a sleep of exhaustion all you feel is pride and the certainty that this is where you always wanted to be, needed to be.

In a faint distance you can hear his deep, calm voice say: “See you tonight, my dear.”

To be continued…