Lights, camera... Ch. 12 &13.
It gives me goose bumps... and makes my nipples erect.
Silently you place the blindfold over my eyes and adjust it, making sure it is tight enough to eliminate any chance it might slip. I will no longer see anything, not even a sliver of light, until it is removed. Your hands move to my wrists wrapping them with tight leather cuffs. You encase my ankles in the same way.
You half walk, half shove me toward the bed. One quick push and I am splayed face down on the cool sheets. I can feel one large warm hand on my right wrist and the other on my left ankle. I moan a quiet protest into the mattress. There are few more vulnerable positions then being naked and hogtied and that is exactly the position you are putting me in.
As if reading my thoughts, your hand is between my legs, opening me. You pinch my clit hard.
"I want you to listen to me very carefully", your voice is serious but warm. I know immediately that you are not unhappy with me and this is not a punishment. It helps me to relax even though you continue to pinch my clit with agonizing pressure.
"From now until I remove your blindfold you are to do anything you are told to do. You may be told to do something verbally or you may be shown physically what is expected of you. No matter what happens, you are to behave and submit yourself no matter what. Do you understand me?"
My mind is reeling. Submit myself no matter what? That means no begging for mercy... no safe word... no way to stop. You don't wait long for me to fully consider this new reality. Your fingers are like pliers on my clit. The pain makes my eyes water.
"Do you understand me?" Now your voice is stern. I know I have no say in this.
I nod. My face still buried in the bed.
The last word I hear as you leave me, alone, naked, hogtied and blindfolded is "good."
I stopped trying to keep track of how many times I heard the door open a while ago.
It seems like hours that the men have come in and out of the room. At first they came individually. Then, as the day wore on, they came in pairs or various multiples. It has become impossible to keep track.
Other than the occasional, "suck it, bitch" or lurid comment about the various qualities or feel of my ass and cunt, no one has spoken. I've heard nothing but the sounds of breathing, grunting, straining and coming.
I have no idea how many different men have used me. It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is the wash of sensation being created in my body by the hands, mouths and cocks that have been everywhere on me... everywhere in me.
I have been a good girl... I have been a good slut. I have willingly given myself to everyone who has come into the room -- in whatever way they have wanted me to be good for them. Some have wanted me to feel pain. Others have wanted to tease me mercilessly with pleasure. Still others have used me as nothing more than a hole for their cock. I've taken it all eagerly. I've wanted it all... desperately.
I've been alone in the room now for some time. The last men left me untied and curled on my side on the bed. Tossed away exactly like the used vessel I am. There are few places on my body that don't ache. My cunt, ass and mouth all feel stretched. My jaw is sore and it already hurts to open my mouth fully. My nipples are beyond tender, having been abused by any number of things. My clit is nearly raw from friction and also from those few who knew best how to torture me. My legs ache from being spread wide as do my arms and back.
I'm still taking a mental inventory of my various 'injuries' when I hear a key in the door. My stomach twists. I don't know how much more there is to give. I close my eyes tight against the blindfold and hold my breath.
The feel of your hands spreading my legs and your tongue swirling around my clit bring me back to life.