As my orgasm builds I begin to zone out.
Then suddenly it stops. I don't realize what has happened at first and I am desperately trying to reach fulfiilment, but none comes and I am on the edge.
I can't string coherent thoughts together but I hear his voice as if through a mist, the darkness of my blindfolded world, my world of such exquisite torture.
“Relax and kneel Blue.”
I must obey.. I am his toy, his servant, his submissive little redhead, if I obey he will surely grant me what I need so badly.
I drop to my knees and I feel him grasp my arm.
“I'm going to remove the rope bindings Blue”
I feel the coarse hemp rope, so comforting around my wrists, fall away and I assume my submissive pose, my palms upturned on my thighs, my head lowered in submission so as not to look at him even with my blindfold on, my hot striped ass resting on my ankles, feeling the princess plug filling my tight butthole and my wetness starting to drip from my aching cunt. Wow, I said cunt.. I never say cunt, but I need my cunt filling, I need my cunt fucking so hard.
He's brushing my hair back over my shoulders and I feel his fingers under my chin, lifting my face up towards his, feel his lips pressing against mine, I open my mouth in invitation, looking for his tongue with mine, but he has pulled away. I leave my mouth open. Is this what he wants? will he replace his lips with his big hard cock and force-fuck my mouth, choking me as he wraps my long copper curls around his hands and pulls me against his groin….?
I hear his voice and I drift back out of my dreaming.. what is he saying?
“Blue, can you stand?”
Yes, I can stand Master. I can handstand, Master, I can walk backwards in a crab, Master. I can do anything you ask, anything you order me to and you know I will, I am yours to torture in the blind hope that you will at last grant me fulfillment.
I am still blindfolded, so I put my hands down on either side to steady myself as I rock back on my heels, pushing my butt-plug tight against my assshole. I feel his hands on me steadying me and as I draw myself up to my full height, my head still bowed, he scoops me up and carries me off, where to I will soon find out.
I clasp my arms around his neck. I want to lift my head up and kiss him, I need his affection, his attention, his emotion……… his cock. Where did that crude thought spring from? 'From your filthy mind, blu, that's what you want more than anything else, that's what you'd gladly suffer a 100 stroke caning for, admit it to yourself, you crave his cock!'
Enough, you dirty girl!
I feel him lay me on my back on the bed. He puts my arms up either side of my head and pushes them so I am spread. I cannot see him, but I can feel his warm breath, taste it even. He kisses me again and again my lips search for more, but he is gone, then I feel his tongue on my nipples and I jerk at the sensation, my so-sensitive nipples respond immediately, standing to attention like marines on parade.
