The Blind Tiger: An Unusual Paranormal Romance

by Dawn Steele

  “But do you know how I really want you?” he added. His eyes were very dark because his pupils were so dilated. He was naked and magnificent, and his huge cock was like a cannon. “Do you know what I dream about at night when I dream of you?”

  She was young. In mad, desperate love with this beautiful, dashing figure of a man who would deigned to be with someone like her.

  “Tell me,” she said.

  And so it had begun.

  *

  Right now, she raised her eyes to gaze at him – this towering hulk of a man-god. Her knees were used to being on the floor. The skin there was already hardened. She wondered what sort of mood he was in.

  His pupils were dilated within his blue irises. Just like that first time he had taken her as a submissive.

  He looked down at her.

  “Suck me,” he commanded.

  Still on her knees, she lifted her hands to his crotch.

  “No,” he said harshly. “Unzip me with your teeth.”

  Oh. This was difficult. It wasn’t the first time she had done it, but it was still difficult.

  Gingerly, she maneuvered her mouth to the fly of his pants. She teased the zipper out with her lips and tongue. His erection was warm and hard beneath his crotch, stretching the fabric and giving her leverage. Her front teeth latched on to the zipper, and she expertly pulled it down the curve of the bulge.

  Zach’s huge cock sprang out and almost struck her in the face. He laughed.

  “Suck it,” he rasped.

  She opened her mouth wide and pulled the tip of it deep inside. He was so thick that he flattened her tongue, making it difficult for her to lick his head and shaft. But that was not what he was after.

  “Swallow me,” he ordered.

  He had taught her and made her practice on him for months. It was like anal sex. Once you get the hang of it, it becomes easier. She angled her mouth so that her throat was at a good angle. Then she took him deeper.

  He pushed inside, gagging her.

  “Deeper,” he said.

  She coughed against his flesh. His turgid dick was crammed in her throat, and he still sought to go in deeper. She relaxed her throat muscles, just as he had taught her, and he inched in some more. Her throat was very stretched.

  I can’t breathe, she thought, trying to control the rise of her panic.

  He caught hold of the back of her head and began to pump in and out of her throat. Each time his crown struck the little piece of flesh at the back of her throat, she gagged and tried to suppress the gagging. He was using her. Using her mouth as if she was merely a sex object.

  She used to love being a sex object.

  He fucked her mouth raw, until she was finally gasping for air. Then he pulled out, his cock wet and slick with her saliva.

  “Good girl.” He patted her head. “Now get up.”

  Her head was reeling when she attempted to stand in her black high heels. He grabbed her breasts and kneaded them. He pinched her nipples.

  “Ow!” she cried.

  He loved hearing her cry out in pain. It only excited him further.

  “Nice,” he said.

  He lifted the taffeta swirls of her skirt to expose her pussy. His hand dived down to part her nether lips. With a pincer grip, he squeezed her clit.

  She gasped again.

  “You’re wet,” he observed.

  Yes. She couldn’t help being excited by all this attention.

  He stuck two fingers into her vagina and massaged her snug tunnel, causing her to squirm with pleasure. Then he pulled them out with a plop.

  “Taste yourself.”

  He inserted those two fingers into her mouth. She sucked at his digits, tasting her own sour fluids.

  He slapped her rump with the palm of his hand. It was a sharp sting, and she cried out again.

  “What will it be this time?” He grabbed her breasts and turned her around.

  “Please, Master,” she begged with genuine tears in her eyes.

  “Choose your punishment.”

  He pushed her towards the lounge where large photographs were mounted on the white walls. The photographs were all monochrome, and they were of different naked women in various bondage poses. A blonde was tethered to a stake, being whipped. A brunette was secured in a pillory with a ball gag in her mouth. Another brunette was strung from a tripod. Her breasts were intricately bound with rope, causing her nipples to swell.

  These were all real women, Karen knew. Women Zach had dated in the past. Her own photo had yet to be mounted on these walls. Zach only mounted those that he had loved, punished, and dumped. Their relationship wasn’t over yet.

  He marched her through the lounge to their playroom. Here, the entrance was barricaded by a cast-iron dungeon door, like the ones in medieval castles. He pushed the door open. Her stomach cringed, as it always did each time she entered the playroom.

  Inside, the walls were padded for soundproofing. Zach turned the lights on. The instruments in the dungeon appeared, bathed in the stark yellow bulbs. There were wooden towers, hobbyhorses, pillories, cages, beams, and bars in all kinds of configurations. Hooks and chains were strung from the ceiling and walls. A rack displayed whips, canes, and dildos of different colors and sizes.

  Karen was simultaneously exhilarated and terrified. With Zach, she never knew what to expect. All she knew was that the punishments were getting harsher, as though Zach was steadily testing her limits. She had a safe word, but she had never used it thus far.

  Zach led her to a tall birdcage. It was made to imprison a human being.

  Zach opened the door. “Get in.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She entered the golden cage. Inside, she could only stand or sit with her legs curled up to her body. But Zach had other things in mind.

  “Hold up your arms.”

  She obediently did so as he cuffed her wrists to the manacles hanging from the top of the cage. The manacles were lined with soft fur so as not to chafe her skin. They were also connected to chains that could be adjusted for length.

  Once she was properly secured, Zach shut the cage door.

  “Turn around with your back facing me,” he ordered.

  She did so. She could hear him shedding the rest of his clothes. Shoes, belt, and clothes struck the cold floor.

  “Come closer to the bars.”

  She pressed her back and buttocks against the cool metal bars.

  Zach felt for the area between her buttocks. He pushed two fingers into her asshole – those very two fingers that had been inside her pussy earlier. She heard him moving away. After a while, he returned. She kept her head averted from him at all times.

  He parted her buttocks between the bars and slathered her anus with cold lube. She shivered at the intrusion.

  Once he had prepped her, he inserted a fiberglass dildo into her anus. It was particularly large, and she writhed as it slithered in, expanding her sphincter and rectal walls – filling her with its girth.

  “Turn around.”

  She twisted her body to face him.

  “Now open your legs.”

  She parted her thighs, but not too widely, lest the dildo in her ass slip out. If it did so, she knew that she would be severely punished for it.

  He felt for her pussy again. Juices poured out of it, slicking the insides of her thighs.

  “Ah, you like this, little flower, don’t you?”

  “Y-yes, Master.”

  He inserted another thicker dildo into her vagina. It filled her satisfyingly. Now she was doubly penetrated, and her groin was comfortably stretched in every possible way.

  He stepped back and studied her. His cock was very erect.

  “Keep both of them inside,” he instructed. “I’m going upstairs to take a shower. Then I’m going to make myself a drink. When I come back, I want you to be ready for me.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He walked out of the room, leaving her this way in the cage. She had to keep her pussy and re
ctum contracted at all times lest the dildos slip out, and they were threatening to slip – especially the one in her pussy because her juices were so copious. Zach had always mentioned that this was good tightening practice for her.

  She wondered how long he would take this time. Sometimes, he took an interminably long time to come back, and it would be a lesson in patience amid discomfort.

  Her thoughts wandered to Noah for some inexplicable reason. How would Noah react if he knew that she was a willing and nubile sex slave? He seemed like a very decent man. Would he be shocked into not wanting to know her?

  Luckily, he would never view her degradation, so to speak.

  Twenty minutes later, and her entire groin ached with the fatigue of muscle clenching. The door finally opened, and she was relieved when Zach reappeared.

  His blond hair was wet. He was still naked, and his skin had the shiny pinkness of having just been in a hot shower. His cock was still tumescent. It was such a wondrous thing, she thought – his hard shaft and swollen head standing at attention above his tight balls. She had always found it to be a very beautiful cock.

  “Turn around,” he said.

  She did so, pressing her buttocks against the bars again. He removed the dildo in her ass. Her sphincter contracted at the sudden relief.

  He placed the head of his cock against her gel-coated asshole and pushed.

  Ohhhh. So he wanted to fuck her in the ass. She screamed at the sudden stretch – by his thick, hard rod filling her entire rectum.

  “Keep the dildo in your pussy,” he breathed against her ear.

  His hands gripped the plump mounds of her breasts and squeezed them. He fucked her hard in this manner – short, sharp thrusts in rapid bursts. His groin and thighs slapped against her sticky buttocks as though he was spanking her.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  “Oh!” she cried with each thrust. “Oh, oh, oh!”

  The heated dildo in her pussy was juddered and dislocated. Her wrists twisted against the manacles and she clawed at the air in futile pleasure. She tried to contract her pussy, but the dildo slipped out anyway, fueled by her slippery creams. It clattered against the base of the cage.

  Oh. Zach would be mad.

  If he had noticed this, he didn’t give any indication. Instead, he continued to fuck her ass hard, using her breasts as leverage. He grunted as he rutted against her, and his hot semen spurted into the warm tunnel of her rectum, travelling up and up into her secret depths.

  He held her this way until he could spurt no longer. Their bodies were very sweaty against each other’s, separated only by the sweat damp bars. Then he pulled his dripping cock out of her asshole. Once upon a time, she had bled every time he fucked her this way.

  No longer.

  “Ah, little flower, you dropped the dildo.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Sorry who?”

  “Sorry, Master.”

  “You’ll have to be punished.”

  She swallowed and nodded meekly.

  “Y-yes, Master.”

  He opened the cage and unchained her wrists.

  “How would you like to be punished tonight?”

  “In whatever way pleases you, Master.”

  It was the right answer.

  She stood there in supplication, legs apart and hands behind her head – waiting for him to do whatever he liked with her. He liked to toy with her, she knew. Prolong her anticipation.

  He stood there with his softening cock, smiling at her.

  “Go pick a cane,” he finally said.

  “A cane, Master?” She was terrified of canes and the sound they made.

  “Yes, a cane.” His voice hardened. “Are you disobeying me?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Then go.”

  She walked to the rack where the whips and canes were kept. Fear bolted to her throat again. Her trembling hand reached for the smallest cane.

  “That one?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “I say no.”

  She looked up in fear. His jaw was firm.

  “Go pick the opposite in size of that one.”

  She had picked the smallest and shortest one. Now her hand reached for the largest. Her gut roiled.

  No, please . . .

  “Bring it to me, Karen.”

  Still trembling, she brought it to him.

  He smiled benignly, and in his eyes was a flash of cruelty.

  “Now bend over,” he said.

  THE INTERROGATION

  Later that night, she slept in his arms. It was time for comfort, especially since her buttocks now wore the marks of the large cane. He had been spanking her with more and more force lately. Her whole ass throbbed, and her flesh was very sore and red.

  “You need to be marked,” he had explained. “You are my property.”

  They had been in this master-slave relationship for more than ten months now, and she didn’t know where fantasy ended and reality began. Sometimes, she wished for the early days in their relationship when everything was normal.

  “Where did you go today?” he asked her lightly.

  “I went out shopping.”

  Once they were in bed, she could drop the ‘Master’ appellation. It was an unspoken post-coital rule between them.

  Being in this relationship meant that he provided for everything and she didn’t work. She was a lady of leisure. Sex slave of leisure. Well, OK, she did the housework, cooking and everything. But she still had plenty of time for herself.

  “What did you buy?”

  She told him.

  “And?”

  “I did some baking.”

  “What did you bake?”

  Uh oh. He was leading her down a path. She couldn’t lie to him.

  “A cake. Our new next door neighbor just moved in.”

  “Oh?”

  She sensed that he already knew this. Because of his day job, Zach was real careful this way. He knew who lived nearby for miles.

  “Yes.”

  “And who are the new neighbors? A family with a white picket fence?”

  “No. He’s a blind man.”

  “A blind man!” He laughed.

  “I don’t think he’ll find that very amusing.”

  He pinched her slyly on the buttock. “Getting sassy, are we, slave?”

  Reminded of her position, she adopted contriteness. She laid her hand on his chest to finger the blond hairs there.

  “Sorry, Master.”

  He stroked her dark hair. “Tell me about him.”

  Careful.

  “I went over to his house to welcome him to the neighborhood. I brought him the cake and asked if there was anything that we could do for him, because . . . you know, he’s blind.”

  “And he lives all alone?”

  “Yes.”

  “What did he say?”

  “He says he’ll get by, as he always does.”

  “Is he hot?”

  She held her breath. “I don’t know. I can’t see his eyes underneath his dark glasses.”

  “You’re not answering the question. Is he hot?”

  Her stomach did a little flip. “I guess. If you like the type.”

  “And what type is that?”

  The tall, dark, handsome, and very charming type.

  She gave a little nonchalant shrug. “He isn’t blond. I like blonds.”

  “Good answer.” He lifted a strand of her hair and let it fall.

  She could tell that he wasn’t totally convinced. Zach could always read her like an open book. He always knew if she was keeping something from him.

  “Maybe I should meet him,” Zach said.

  “Maybe.”

  “Why don’t you arrange it? Ask him for dinner. You can make your escargots.”

  Dinner?

  She raised her head and met his eyes. He was staring at her with a half-crafty, half-bemused expression on his face.

  “I thought you
don’t socialize over dinner.”

  “Now and then, I make an exception.”

  “Why now?”

  “It is as you said. Misfortune has made him blind.”

  “And you think my escargots would cheer him up?”

  They were almost having a normal girlfriend and boyfriend conversation.

  “Eating snails always cheers people up.”

  “I’m not sure he eats snails.”

  “Go ask him.”

  “Alright,” she said, hoping that her rapidly accelerating pulse wouldn’t betray her. “I’ll ask him over.”

  “Good.”

  “Great.”

  He fell asleep after that. But she was still restlessly mulling it over, wondering about this and that and if her boyfriend/master suspected her attraction to the blind man next door.

  THE TEAHOUSE

  Karen didn’t want to seem too eager to invite Noah over, so she waited a few days before Zach prompted her again.

  “Weren’t you going to invite your blind friend over?”

  “Oh, I forgot.”

  He stared at her in suspicion and amusement.

  “I’m sorry, Master,” she added hastily. “It won’t happen again. I’ll invite him over as soon as I can.”

  “Good.”

  She pacified him with a cock sucking that went on so long that she was blue in the face when it was over.

  The next day, she took the car over to Noah’s. She could walk, but that would probably take fifteen minutes or so because of the distance between the houses. Besides, she needed to go to town later.

  As usual, Noah’s place was quiet. There were, however, some home improvements. Wind chimes hung from the porch. They tinkled softly in the breeze. Several flowerpots had been placed beside the front door. This was rapidly becoming a home.

  Karen rang the doorbell. She waited for footsteps to come to the door. When none came after a couple of minutes, she rang again.

  She waited for five whole minutes before deciding that Noah might be out. She was disappointed. She really wanted to see him again.

  Oh well. She would have to tell Zach that Noah wasn’t home.

  Karen got into the car and drove off to town.

  *