Blind folded

Today is the day. You had agreed to it. You will enact your boyfriend’s fantasy with him. He wanted to tie you to the bed frame, he said. Blindfold you, he said, and then take care of you. Oh, you know how well he can take care of you. Sometimes, when he’s down there between your legs, minutes go by. You experience pure lust and bliss. But why the tying down then? He could simply take care of you the way he usually does. You’re not sure how you feel about it. You’re excited, aroused even. Your stomach tightens itself when you think of it. You’re timid, a bit afraid. Of course, he won’t harm you, do anything you wouldn’t want. You know that. He always asks for your consent. Always. To the point that sometimes you get upset. Don’t ask whether you can touch my booty. Just grab my ass already! But you appreciate it.
Why does he have this fantasy? What turns him on about it? Sure, you like to be in control. Ask for — no, tell him — what position you want it in. Can I get it from behind? I want to ride you! You know he obliges your every wish. He’s eager to please. Eager to please you. You get greedy. Yes, sometimes he’s pushy too. Trying to get you in the mood when you’re stressed and tired. That’s so annoying.
Oh, and yes, you love to control things, control him. You are on top. You like to be there. His body under yours, straddled by your hips, captured between your muscular thighs. Most often you sit there upright like a queen. You like to give him a good view. Of your pussy, how she swallows his cock. Of your belly, stretched slightly back so your navel peaks out —how he likes to kiss your belly button. Of your breasts, so nicely shaped, so full and heavy in his hands. How they swing left and right when you circle your hips. How they bounce when you lift yourself up and down on his dick. You know it’s enchanting to him. You know it drives him wild, crazy. You know you have the power to do that. And girl, how do you love that power!
But sometimes that’s not enough. Sometimes you want more. Then you don’t want to be the queen that is admired. Then you want to be the queen that is obeyed.
You sit on his face, bent slightly forward. His tongue flicks around between your legs. It touches your lips. It massages your clit. It runs all the way from the top to the bottom of your pussy. Slowly, with varying pressure: first light, then harder. He knows how to lick you. You taught him well. You allowed him to learn. You gave yourself for him to eat. In the beginning, he didn’t know what he was doing. He fumbled around like a virgin. But he learned to lick you according to your taste. Now he knows it. He isn’t so confident in his skills. He never is confident in anything about himself. But you are confident in his skill, and when you sit on his face, that’s all that matters. You love how he licks you. He makes your pussy tingly at first. Then wet. Your legs shake. Your hips tremble. You get there, you reach the point. Sometimes multiple times. After you come for the first time, he still keeps going. You start moving your hips on his mouth. Is he licking me? Or am I fucking his face like I would ride his dick? You don’t care about the answer. You want the pleasure. And you take it, and he’s willing to give it. Sometimes, when you shake so uncontrollably that you might fall off his face, he puts both his knees up so you can support your back on them, and still present him your pussy with your legs spread, your pussy pressed onto his lips.
When you’re in the mood to control that’s not enough. He asks whether he can stop licking you. You grant him permission. You give him a break, and you give yourself a break too. You roll off his face and lie down next to him, taking his hand and placing it on your butt. Just like you did the first night he held you in his arms. When you regain your breath you turn him on his back. You seat yourself on his legs. “See how wet I am? I want your dick to fuck this wet pussy!”
You put it in slowly, but all the way. You control how you do it. You always like his dick to be deep inside. Your upper body leans forward so that your nipples almost touch his face. You swing your tits left and right. You slap his face with them. Then your left hand lifts up your left titty and directs it to his mouth. “Suck it! Not just the nipple, take it all in!” He opens his mouth as if he was at the dentist. You press it in, feed him your breast, push in as much as possible. Oh, how he listens. He always does. He’s such a good listener, both in and out of the sheets. It turns you on. You do the same with your right boob. Then you lean back and start grinding your hips against him. You look at him. He knows what he has to do. He surrenders, pushes his hands up above his head as if to say “Don’t shoot.”
You lean forward again. Both your hands hold him at his wrists. You press him down against the bed. You start shaking your buttocks. You move rhythmically. Your ass cheeks follow the movement of your hips with a slight delay. You turn your head and look back at your butt. It looks awesome. It looks like your cheeks are dancing on him, dancing on his dick as if it was a pole. You’re twerking on him. You look back at his face. It’s contorted with pleasure and concentration. You see he’s trying hard not to cum. You know he can’t last much longer when you twerk on him. You won’t show mercy, though. You like how it feels. You like how it feels that you make him feel this way, that you control him and his pleasure. You’re dominant. You want to make him cum inside you so you order him to put his hands on your butt. You know that this will get him to climax in an instant. It does. Just like you wanted it.
Yes, you like to be in control, not just in bed. You like to be in control of all aspects of your life. You can’t stand uncertainty. Everything has to go according to plan— not in your daily life, but in the long term. Your studies? Planned ahead. Your job? Mapped out perfectly. Your future family? You even have a list of names for the kids you want to have. The examples go on.
You like to be in control. Do you like to be controlled though? The thought makes you nervous. You were a bit surprised when your boyfriend came up with the idea. Actually, it was you who had the idea first. Well, not exactly. You didn’t want to be tied down. You wanted to tie him down. The two of you had talked about it every now and then. It was a process of getting to know the fantasies, trying to understand how it would make you feel, and setting boundaries. But still, you wonder why he has this particular fantasy. Is it something he saw in porn? Does he feel you dominate him in the relationship and he wants to pay you back for it, or at least show you how it makes him feel? He assured you that the latter wasn’t the case. Yes, you can be dominating, he said, but no, he doesn’t feel restricted or subordinated by you. Why should you assume he thinks otherwise? He always wants to talk about things and directly mentions anything that bothers him in the relationship. He is very open in this regard and has been so since you first met.
Everyone has their fantasies, and why should it be different with him? Why should he hide them? He hid so many of his desires and fears in his life. He should break free from this habit of hiding. You want him to break free. You know he is having a hard time doing it even though you support him tirelessly. You want him to get better at it because you love him.
So you agreed despite your initial reluctance and worries. He didn’t pressure you. It was a process — for both of you. You set the boundaries: no anal play, no physical harm, no recordings. Both of you agreed. You talked about consent. He asked again and again if you really want to. “It’s ok to say no. I want you to like it and I want you to be honest.” The last time he asked was five minutes ago. You had consented, both of you had. You even agreed on a safe word.
Now you lie on your back. Your hands are tied to the bed frame. He had gone through the hassle of finding something suitable to tie you with. He could have bought something from a sex shop but he’s frugal. So he got creative and used a rope for makeshift handcuffs. He even put some cotton pads around your wrists to make sure the rope doesn’t cut into your skin. Your feet are free so “I can spread them and take a good look at your pretty pussy.” You like that. It comforts you to know that you could at least affect the angle by moving your hips and legs around. Yes, you thought, spread my legs and take care of my pussy. If you were frank to yourself, you would have admitted that you had hoped he would just eat you out. Or at least lick you first before he moves on to different acts so you would be more comfortable by then.
You have taken off your top and your bra. You still wear your panties though: a seamless black thong made out of a soft fabric. Your eyes are covered by a soft blindfold he has just put over them. A cold sweat runs down your spine as you lay there in a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. You are aroused, yes, but you are timid and nowhere close to being relaxed.
“Ready, baby?” he asks.
“Yes, sweetheart. Take care of me.” His lips meet yours for a deep kiss. He has moisturized them shortly before. As he kisses you, you smell his aftershave. You think it makes him smell manly. You like it. He sucks on your lower lip a bit. Then he abruptly stops, bends over, and kisses your forehead.
“I’ll be right back, baby.” Wait, what? Where is he going? You hear his steps as he leaves the room.
“What are you…” you mumble. Your pulse beats faster and you break out in cold sweat. What the heck is he doing? Does he have to fetch something? Hasn’t he lined up everything he could need on the nightstand? The lube, my vibrator, his cock ring, and the other toys. Hell, he’s even checked that they are fully charged. You wonder what he’s up to. You get nervous. All your arousal is gone. Slight anger fills its place.
You hear his steps come closer. You try to turn your head in such a way as to be able to peek through your blindfold. But he’s done too good a job. You can’t see anything.
“Where were you?” you ask.
“Shush. Relax, baby.” You hear how he puts something down on the nightstand. Then you hear the sound of a flame lighting up. Your mind starts racing. Your heart is pounding. What is he up to? Does he want to torture me with fire? You remember the time when he put an ice cube in his mouth before he sucked on your lady parts. Does he have something similar in mind? Apply some heat to my body? With an open flame? “Please, don’t. No, no fire,” you cry out. He doesn’t answer.
He puts his hand on your belly and runs it up and down. Usually, you like that feeling. It calms you down. Now you’re too afraid to enjoy it. “So soft,” you hear him say as he keeps caressing your belly. You feel his lips on your belly. They touch you right around your belly button.
You smell something. Something that is sweet and smoky at the same time. No, it’s not the smokiness of his aftershave. Incense. He must have lit some incense. A weight lifts off your chest. You are relieved and begin to feel relaxed. His hands wander away from your belly. One— you cannot tell whether it’s the right one or the left one— runs down your thigh towards your knee. The other circles around your breasts. It doesn’t touch them, only slightly at the sides. The other hand slowly moves to the inner side of your thighs. He moves one finger up from the back of the knee to where both of your legs meet. He stops short of your thong though. Then you feel a big, heavy hand on your chest. He first gently massages your left boob, then he takes it in his hand and squeezes it. The other hand starts wrapping itself around your right titty. You like the pressure, the firmness of his grip. You know he likes to do that. You start to sense the arousal build up in your tummy.
He removes one hand from your chest while the other keeps stroking and squeezing your breasts. He puts one finger on your lower lip and slightly opens your mouth. Then you feel how something soft and meaty presses against your lips. “Be a good girl and suck it.” You obey. You take in the head of his penis and start sucking it in. You want to take your hand and hold his dick so you can move your lips up and down. But they are tied. So you just suck on the head. While he starts to twists your nipples between his fingers, you move your tongue up and down the tip of his penis, keeping your lips closed so it doesn’t slip out. Your tongue touches this tiny piece that connects the foreskin to the tip of the penis. He lets out a deep moan. Yeah, you like that. I know. You’re very sensitive there. I know how to make you feel good. His moans keep getting louder. You start to feel his dick grow between your lips. It’s getting pretty hard already.
Suddenly he pulls it out. You feel how his lips press against your boobs and suck on your nipple. The tongue pressed against your nipple makes it hard. A first slight moan escapes you. He keeps going and you start moving your feet around. You realize that you’re getting wet between your legs. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all. It’s exciting just to feel him without seeing where he is or what he’s going to do next. Why were you so worried?
He stops sucking your titties. You feel warm skin pressed against your body left and right. Both his hands push your boobs together. Then one hand lets go. You feel some cold liquid dripping on the space between your boobs. It runs down between them. Then you feel something hard touch the inside of your boobs. He presses them together. It must be his hard cock. Oh, now he’s moving. He’s fucking my tits. He sometimes mentions that he wants to do it more often. It’s kind of messy though. As the pressure on your boobs increases, you hear him moan. His dick rubs against your chest faster and faster.
“Yes, fuck my tits.”
“You like how I fuck them? You like it, baby?”
“Yes.” He must be doing all the things he sometimes mentions but we don’t do regularly. Maybe that’s why he wanted to be in control?
He lets out a big moan. Then he stops. He places his hand between your legs. “Is it ok?” he asks. You nod. He pushes aside your panties and slips a finger inside your pussy. “You’re so tight. So soft. So nice,” he exclaims. He puts a second finger in. He feels all around the inside of your pussy. His fingers move in and out faster and faster.
“Ooh.” Finally. Finally, he’s touching my pussy. He likes to finger me. I like it more when he places his open palm on my pussy and moves it in circles. Hopefully, he’ll stroke my clit soon. His fingers stop going in and out. They stay still halfway into your pussy. Then they move up and down, describing a beckoning motion.
“You’re getting so wet. Wanna see how wet your pretty pussy is?” He pulls out his fingers and puts one against your lips. You can taste your wetness. “Taste how wet you are,” he says, and puts a finger into your mouth.
“That’s how wet you make me. Put your dick in this wet pussy and fuck me.” You spread your legs in anticipation.
You feel his hands on the left and right side of your hips. He slips his fingers under the tiny straps of fabric that connects the back and front of your thong. You bend your knees up. He presses his shoulders against them so your lower body no longer touches the sheets. Slowly, he pulls down your panties. As they’re between your knees, he exclaims “Oh my gosh! I love how you look in this thong, baby. But I like the look of your pussy much more. The lips, the rosy clit… So pretty!” The excitement in his voice is undeniable. He slides the panties over your ankles. He sniffs at the light stain on your panties left there by the wetness of your outer lips. He holds your panties close to your nose and lets you smell your pussy juices. How much smell arouses me once my vision is taken.
“You love the smell of my pussy, no? Look how I spread my legs open for you. Take this pussy, it’s yours. Fuck it good!”
“Not so fast.” You feel how he places a toy on your belly. You hear the sound of something tearing, like a piece of paper. The toy starts to vibrate on your belly. He picks it up. You feel how he slowly and teasingly moves it down your body. Then the toy stops moving down and you feel how something sticks to your skin. Two pieces left and right of the toy. Did he tape the toy to my body? What? You feel the vibrations of the toy on your body. It’s very close to your pussy. You can feel it. Maybe half a centimeter above your clit. Push it down. I want to feel it on my pussy. You feel how he massages and kisses your boobs again, one hand placed on the inside of your thigh, just a finger away from your pussy. He’s really teasing me. Your arousal builds up as you feel his mouth sucking on your neck. You are very sensitive in this part. You moan out, both in pleasure and in frustration. The frustration of being teased but not being pleased. “Don’t just tease me. Stop that.”
“Ok.” He removes the toy from your belly. He crawls down between your legs. He grabs your ass with both of his hands, one hand on each cheek. He lifts you up slightly. Oh, now he’s gonna lick me. Finally. That’s how he always starts. Puts me in the right position for him to have good access. He squeezes the flesh of your butt. “That ass. I love your ass, baby,” he says, and kisses it. He’s awfully close to my butthole. Well, sometimes he accidentally gets close to there when he licks my pussy —or is it no accident? I shouldn’t have shown him My Neck, My Back, Lick My Pussy And My Crack. No, not my crack. I don’t know how that feels. “Suck my pussy.”
You feel how he lets you down. You can’t see it but you think he’s gotten up. Frustration builds up in your body. He’s been teasing me so long. You are caught between being horny and being frustrated. It gets you mad.
“You want your toy, baby?” he asks as you hear the sound of your vibrator.
“Yes, give it to me! Now!” You feel how he presses it between your legs. You immediately feel relieved. He moves the toy slightly up. That’s exactly where I like it. Yes, right there. Oh my, gosh. I know he sometimes wants to see me come from my toy. Let me give him the show. You start shaking slightly.
“You like that? Tell me when you’re about to cum!”
He often says this. Maybe he’ll put his dick inside of me before I cum? He likes to do that. Stay still inside of me and feel my pussy contract around his cock. “I’m close.”
He lifts up the toy. Wait, what? After teasing me for half an hour. “Good. Not so fast, baby. You have to learn how to be patient.” So that’s what he has in mind? Your anger turns into madness. You’re mad at him for not letting you cum. You’re mad at yourself for not cumming faster and for telling him that you were close. But you’re still horny. Incredibly horny. You feel the wetness between your legs. It drips down onto the sheets.
“Spread your legs, baby. Make them wide open for me so I can fuck you good.” You oblige. You spread them out as far as you can. He kneels down between your legs. You feel how he places his dick on your labia. Yes, finally. Come in. He sticks it in. Slowly, just like you like it. But then he stops and pulls it out again. He repeats this: sticking it halfway in and pulling it out again. If you weren’t blindfolded, he could see the madness and desperation in your eyes.
“Fuck me hard and deep,” you cry desperately.
“If you wish.” He pushes it all the way in. He moves his hips and penetrates you in long, deep strokes. You’re close to an orgasm.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum for me, baby!”
You feel how he pulls his cock out. You gasp for air. Blood floods into your cheeks, so mad and frustrated are you. Then you feel something sticky dropping on your skin. Did he cum onto my belly? You remember the sparkle in his eyes when you made him cum on your chest. Did he want that again? Why did he never ask? So he just did it?
His hands touch your boobs and your belly again. They spread this warm and sticky liquid on your skin. Then he puts a finger into your mouth. “Do you like the taste?” You don’t respond. Your frustration, arousal, and anger consume you. “Thanks so much, baby. I really liked it. But now… Before I untie you, it’s your turn.”
You feel his tongue pressed against your pussy. It’s there, right there. Not a centimeter to the left or right. Right there. It moves up and down. Slowly and steadily. You start shaking. All your frustration unloads at once. You gasp for air, “Right there. Don’t stop. Keep going. Yes! Don’t stop!” you shout. For once, you let all your pleasure be heard. Beep the neighbors. This feels so good.
He unties you and takes off your blindfold. He gives you a deep kiss. “I love you, baby!” He turns you around and puts both his hands around you. He pulls you in to cuddle.
“But I’m not clean. I have to take a shower.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I love you. We can shower later.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes. A lot. Did you?”
“Yes. But you know what: you know what I liked the most? Taking off your blindfold so I could see your pretty eyes.”