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Blind Punishment

The text came that morning it simply said – leave your door unlocked, sit on the couch blindfolded and naked and wait for my arrival. No time was indicated could be minutes or hours. I sat, as instructed on the couch naked and blindfolded, anticipating his arrival, thinking about his touch, his hard cock, his skillful tongue. Soaking wet, shaking with want and need. The door finally opens, he walks in. I hear a metallic clinking as he walks across the floor towards me. It is a familiar sound, and my excitement increases as it registers. He leans over and whispers in my ear “you’ve been a bad girl and it’s time for your punishment.” I shiver in excitement. He takes my hand and pulls me up off the couch and leads me over to a dining table chair and tells me to bend over and place my hands on the back of the chair. As I obey, he takes the source of the metallic clinking – two pairs of handcuffs – and handcuffs one and then the other of my hands to the back of the chair. He moves around behind me, I feel the brush of a flogger lightly across my ass, back and forth teasing me, driving me crazy. Slowly the rhythm and pace picks up, feeling the second flogger coming in. That perfect rhythm being established, the stinging of the lashes, the erotic feel of leather on skin. I’m so wet it runs down my leg, my pussy throbbing feeling an orgasm building. He stops and moves around in front of me, reaches down and removes the blindfold. “Look at me” he commands, and I obey. He is standing before me naked, cock hard – teasing me just inches from my face. He removes the handcuffs and tells me to come around the chair to him. As I approach, he reaches out and grabs my wrists, spinning around and pinning me up against the wall behind me. I stand, staring into his eyes, wanting him badly. Both of my wrists are in one of his strong hands, pinned to the wall above my head. He slides his other hand across my breasts, down my body to my dripping wet pussy. He inserts one, then two fingers inside, caressing the walls of my pussy, his thumb flicking over my clit. My moans get louder as pure pleasure washes over me. He removes his fingers and brings them to my lips, covered in my juices, he slides his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to clean myself off them. He releases my wrists and turns me around to face the wall. One hand grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back, the other pulls my hips back toward him, arching my back and then slides up to wrap around my throat, applying gentle but steady pressure. He slowly slides his hard cock deep into my soaking wet pussy and begins stroking, in and out, all the way to the tip and back in again. Faster and faster and harder and harder as my moans turn to screams of pleasure. We can feel each other’s orgasm building, driving us to please each other. It’s getting closer and closer; I feel mine start to release just before he explodes inside me. The peak of my orgasm coinciding with his final thrusts as he empties into me. He turns me back around to face him, picks me up and carries me into the bedroom for the next round of unimaginable, mind blowing pleasure.

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