With my eyesight gone, I had to rely on my hearing for hope of some warning of what was going to come next. I heard him stand and walk to the bed, but other than that I had no clue of what was in store. My breathing started to quicken. I could hear my heart drumming in my chest.
“You know what happens when you can’t see?” he asked.
I shook my head. I had some idea, but I was certain he had much more to say about it than I knew.
“When you lose your sense of sight, your other senses become much sharper. That means that everything I’m going to do to you, you’re going to experience it much more intensely.”
For just a moment, I felt just a hint of fear. The spanking and the paddling had hurt so much already, so I wasn’t sure how it would feel to be hurt by him when the sensations were intensified. But I was resolved. I would take it for as long as I possibly could.
I felt his hands on my bare breasts, caressing the skin and lightly teasing my nipples. He was right- it felt much better with my eyesight robbed from me. I sighed happily; this wasn’t bad at all.
I felt him lightly grasp my right nipple and pull; not enough to hurt, but enough that I knew he was there.
“This is going to hurt,” he promised.
I nodded, confused but ready. A moment later, something bit my nipple. I cried out and started to pull away, but he was ready for that. His strong, reassuring hand found my back and held me in place.
“What is that?” I gasped. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt that much pain. It was still there, too. Whatever it was, was still attached to my nipple.
“Nipple clamps,” he said simply. I felt his hand on my other, untouched breast and I knew what was coming. I took a deep breath, trying my best to prepare for it. I felt him pull lightly, wait, then another sharp pain
“Ow!” I cried out again.
His voice was smooth and reassuring in my ear. “I know it hurts,” he said. “It’s supposed to. Just relax, let it pass.”
I tried to do what he said. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pain. It didn’t go away completely, but it turned into more of a dull ache.
“Good girl,” he said. Once again, the words had a profound effect on me. They made me stand just a little bit taller and prouder, despite being bent over Luke’s bed.
“Thank you,” I murmured. Suddenly, the clamps didn’t hurt at all. In a strange way, they felt comfortable.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, another bite. This one was on my upper back. I tensed a jumped, which brought a fresh wave of pain from my nipples.
“The Wartenberg wheel,” he explained, anticipating the question. “Also called a pinwheel.” I bit my lip as he traced my spine, biting into my flesh along whatever painful route he was taking. Hearing his speak as he did it was confusing, but it forced me to stay in the moment. The overall result was interesting, to say the least.
He continued explaining, his voice calm and measured. “It was originally designed to test neurological response.” He ran over my ass- still stinging from the strikes, which made it hurt even worse, then moved to my sensitive inner thigh. “While technology advanced, it’s still an effective way to... stimulate... the body. Don’t you agree?”
I nodded and made a sound through my gritted teeth. I could feel the endorphins starting to flood my body. It helped with the pain, but it also left me feeling like I was floating just a little bit. I was still in my body, I was fairly certain of that at least.
It took me a moment to realize that he pinwheel had stopped biting me. I didn’t really consider what that meant until I felt his hands on my breasts again. What now, they’re already on! my mind screamed. But I said nothing. I felt his fingers on my nipples, then felt the clamps loosen.
There was a fresh wave of pain radiating from my nipples as the circulation was restored. I breathed in sharply, but did as he had told me before. I relaxed, and l let the pain pass through me. I moved slowly, allowing Luke to reposition my body for whatever he had in mind next.
That position just happened to be on my back, on the bed. I knew what that meant. I sighed happily and spread my legs as wide as I could. “Are you going to have sex with me now?” I asked. I couldn’t tell if that was sexy or not, but I hoped that my visible and parted pussy would make up for the inexperience I clearly exuded.
Luke didn’t answer. I heard him move around the bed; felt him hold my hand and pull slightly. Something soft wrapped around my wrist.
He was tying me up. And I was letting him.
He tied my arms first, pulling them outward and securing them to the bed. Then my legs, forcing them apart just a little bit more.
Out of the silence came a sound. A rapid buzzing, like an angry insect. But I knew it wasn’t an insect at all. It was something that was going to feel incredible.
I was right. The moment the vibrator touched my clit, I jumped. The sensation was as incredible as it was surprising. He ran it from my clit, along my pussy lips, then slowly pressed it into me. I moaned; I think I said something, too, but I couldn’t quite be sure. The pain started to give way to pleasure once again as he fucked me with even, vibrating strokes of the toy.
“That feels so good,” I sighed happily. I was aware that I was bucking my hips to match his movements.
“Good,” he whispered, barely audible over the vibrator, despite my body muffling most of the sound. He started teasing my clit as he pushed the toy in and out of me.
Another moan escaped my lips. I pulled at the ropes as my orgasm started to build, but there was no give at all. All I could do was push my head back into his pillow and enjoy what he was doing to me. I could feel it- the climax. I was being pushed up a hill, and I knew there was a cliff just on the other side. I wanted to dive into whatever I’d find there. I tried to control my breathing; I had very little capability for thought left, but a small part of me reasoned that if he didn’t know I was about to cum, he’d let me.
He knew all the same. Somehow, Luke knew that I was about to cum. He pulled the vibrator out of me and stopped teasing my clit. Dammit.
“Please, Luke,” I managed to say. “Please, let me cum,” I begged. I was so close; my pussy felt so empty without the vibrator in it. It practically throbbed with raw, primal desire.
“Soon,” he promised.
I took a deep breath. If Luke said that it would happen soon, that would have good enough for me.
I had caught onto the pattern. Pain again. If the pattern held, pleasure would be next. I felt the sharp sting of his crop against my inner thigh. I yelped with the pain, knowing that more would follow. Luke knew all the most sensitive parts of my body, from my inner thigh to the side of my calf; he hit the back of my arm and, more gently, my breasts and chest. My nipples were still very sensitive, so even the light touches of the crop against them were excruciating.
As he continued, something remarkable happened. I began to float higher and higher. It was almost as though I had left my body, even though I could feel everything that was happening to me. It was exactly what Luke had prepared me for; the pain had brought me to an entirely new place. It was close to one that I had experienced at other times in my life when I was hurt, but the addition of near-orgasmic pleasure had made it altogether new. I could hardly think, and the only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted him to take me the rest of the way.
“I want you,” I slurred. I could feel the raw, physical need deep in the pit of my stomach.
He said something in reply, but I couldn’t quite make it out. I barely knew that my arms and legs had been freed, but I was very aware that he had climbed between my legs. He pushed the blindfold up onto my forehead; the light was blinging, but after a moment, I could see heaven in Luke’s eyes. Or, if nothing else, the promise of heaven.
I felt the tip of his cock just part my pussy lips; he was much bigger than the vibrator, and the sensations were much more pleasurable. He pushed in a little bit deeper; instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him closer. There was a flas
h of pain, but it lasted only for a moment. After that, it became nothing but pleasure.
“You’re in me,” I managed. It was nearly nonsensical, but it was the only way I could think to convey the significance of what we were sharing; it was incredible.
Luke leaned forward, filling me deeper, and then kissed me. As we kissed, he slowly slid further and further into me- I could feel every inch fill me until he was inside me completely. He paused there for a moment, then pulled out nearly all away. The next thrust was just a little bit faster.
“You feel so good. So good.”
“So do you,” Luke replied.
I beamed up at him. I knew what he was doing to me, and it felt amazing. But that was the first inkling that I had that he was getting as much pleasure from me as I was from him.
Another thrust. Harder. My tits shook slightly. Another one. Faster. My body offered no resistance, and he was soon fucking me in long, hard strokes. He was like an animal; I was his helpless mate, who could only allow him to do what he wanted with me. As far away as I felt, I had no desire to stop him anyway. He wrapped his hands around my neck and pushed slightly- not enough to choke me, but enough to restrict my air flow.
“Wha-” For a moment, I was frightened, but then I understood. The pain, the pleasure, the slight lack of oxygen- it all combined into something new and nearly overwhelming. It’s what finally got me over the edge.
My orgasm was as sudden as it was overpowering. It started with a single spark deep in my pussy, which exploded all over my body. I moaned and pushed against his body, wanting to have every bit of his perfect cock inside me as I came. The world disappeared completely, and I lost all sense of everything that wasn’t Luke. I couldn’t remember why I had come to Luke’s home, but I could certainly remember why I was there now.
“I’m...” I tried to speak. “It’s...” once again, I couldn’t.
“Me, too,” Luke replied. And then he moaned. And then he came, deep inside my pussy. The sensation of his cock swelling and releasing inside me, which I could feel with nearly superhuman acuity, was what brought me to that new level.
The world went dim then, and only my body was left. I was somewhere beyond happy, and somewhere far outside anything I had ever known before. I let the darkness envelope me. Whatever happened next, I knew that I’d still be safer than I’d ever been in my life.
...
I didn’t remember crawling into bed next to Luke. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I didn’t remember anything after that moment. When my eyelids fluttered open and I saw the soft, golden sunlight filtering in through the window, I knew that everything I had felt had been real.
Luke snored softly next to me. He was on his stomach, and his arm was draped over my bare breasts. I was nearly overwhelmed with happiness. He had been my first, and it was more than I had dreamed. There were still traces of fog at the edge of my brain, but at the same time I had never seen life so clearly. I felt like I had been born again. Like I was a brand new creature. Luke hadn’t brought me to that state- he had helped me find it for myself.
My phone chirped. I yawned and glanced at the screen. It was another email from George.
$35k, it read. What’s he after? FINAL OFFER.
I deleted the message and added his address to my block list. There’s nothing that I would ever make me hurt the man that had brought me so much pleasure. Perhaps, when he woke up, I’d tell him everything. I was, after all, his. There wouldn’t be any secrets.
I put my phone aside and turned to face Luke. I scooted my body closer to him, doing my best to melt into him. I draped my arm over his body and buried my face in his neck. I was happy there, and I knew I had finally found where I belonged.
The Dominate Lady & The Naïve Maid
Forbidden Lesbian Seduction
By Virginia Vice
The day the Lady of Cottonhall summoned me into her chambers, I had been stealing apples. My heart beat tremulously in my chest, and my voice was a whisper lost in the evening breeze when I answered “dinner for mi lady”, to her query of who was there.
“Enter,” she said, with the most laid back of voices that yet had a bite to it in a way that was solely hers.
My fingers squeezed so hard at the platter in my hands that my knuckles turned white—knuckles which were yet throbbing from my knock on the black hardwood door. I pushed the door open and entered.
There was a lump in my throat that I did not dare swallow, and my neck was as stiff as a stick in my bid to ensure that I didn’t look towards mi lady, in the hopes that she would forget why she had sent for me, which I was still dreadfully sure had to do with my little foray at apple picking that evening. I went straight towards the dresser, one leaden foot after the other, and placed the tray on it.
“Bring it over here,” she said, causing my heart to take rude stops and then jump right into a frantic trot like a panicked horse.
I picked the tray up and turned with it towards mi lady’s bedpost which was near as high as the stone ceilings and covered with a veil so white and silky soft like that which hid the very face of God. I had never been in her bedchambers before, but I had heard stories. Matter of fact, I had not seen her since the day the black carriage brought my sister and I into her service, so many moons ago—the same day I saw the apple trees for the first time. Fiona, my sister, had been rejected, while I had been accepted with a stern warning to stay away from the apples, which I was certain mi lady had caught me staring at. Good Lord, how I cried as the carriage bore Fiona away. I was so sure that I would die under the dreadful watch of such a lady, but all such worries quickly disappeared from mind when Agathe took me into the kitchen and gave me some milk.
Agathe was the cook, and together with her husband, Francois, the butler, ran the workings of the house. I had never seen mi lady since that day—and I remember now that it had been four moons since—but I had heard things let slip from the lips of the other servant girls and sometimes even Agathe and Francois themselves. The very one which troubled me in that very moment, was the knowledge that mi lady was in consort with the devil, and stole the souls of little girls. That, in addition to the fact, which was common knowledge, that she had killed all three of her former husbands. They said that the only reason her current husband yet lived was because he was a clergyman—a Reverend—and God had seen fit to take him far away from her on important missions. Yet, what was even more confounding was how beautiful she looked that day when I saw her, because I knew that witches were supposed to be old and ugly, with skin hard like leather, exactly like the wing of bats which I had heard they lay within the dead of night when the rest of the world slept. Her beauty was even now coming back to me, as it sat right there, suffused into her voice when she said—
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
I hurried up to her bed, and stood confused for a moment as to where to lay the tray, when she drew open the veil. Her skin was the color of milk, and glowed in the faint traces of moonlight which filtered in through her window, which had been thrown wide open, and through the supple folds of the veil. In that split moment in which I looked away, I caught a glance of her wicked eyes in the way they fixed themselves on me—those whirlpools of gleaming blackness in which I could stare so deeply and lose myself.
She took the tray from my hands, and set it on her laps.
“Mi lady,” I said, and turned away as she got right down to her meal.
“What is your name?” she said just as I got to the door. I froze in my steps, my heartbeat racing again at an escape rudely terminated.
“Mi lady?”
“I meant, by what name are you called?” she said.
“El-el-Eleanor, mi lady,” I stammered.
“Come over here, come keep me company.”
“Mi lady?”
“Do not speak to me with your back turned, and I asked you to come keep me company,” she said.
Tears rose to my eyes, but I blinked them away as I turned. I was certain that this was
it; this was the end. I would go to her, and she would steal my soul, and I would die. Still, I went to her—inching slowly as I did—for I did not know to do anything else.
“My, my, how frightened you look. So dreadfully pale,” she said. I could hear the laugh in her voice. It was only proper, I reckoned. A mouse, once caught in a cat’s paw had no say in the matter if he chose to make it his plaything.
“I reckon I must be a bit of a Lady Bathory to you.”
“Mi Lady?”
“I steal the souls of little girls, maidens, don’t I?” she said.
My eyes must have looked like mice holes as they drew wide in horror. Somehow she had known, somehow she must have seen the thoughts that were rolling through my head, and she must have been angry for being so slandered, and I realized I had to tell her that the thoughts were not actually mine, but malicious spiteful things I had her from my fellow servants, and I was nearly done spilling out all their names and what they had said before even this realization was done.
“Easy, easy, child,” she said, laughing uncontrollably at something I had said, when she should have been furious. “I am sure if the girls were to find out how very easy you were made to spill the beans, they would not speak with you anymore. My, my, I did not mean to frighten you this much—and I haven’t even started.”
I just stood there, feeling like a fool which I most definitely was. I could neither quite understand what had just happened nor why she was taking things so mildly, for that matter. If Lady Patricia, in whose service I had been before coming to Stonehall, were in her shoes, she would have rounded up all the servants and whipped up a storm by now.
“Come here, child, I want to look at you,” she said.
I wiped my face and walked right to her. It might be odd, but it seemed that so thoroughly unburdened of the weight of the whispers of my fellow servants, I became light footed as I went to her.
“Sit,” she said, and I glanced around for a stool on which to sit, but she pushed the veil even wider open and put the tray aside, pulling up her legs to make space for me.
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