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Here’s the fantasy he described.

In the Dark.

You come to my house and I welcome you at the door with a blindfold in hand. I promptly put it over your eyes so you become isolated from the environment immediately. Your Master guides you to a room and gets you undressed completely, leaving you stark naked and still blind. You are restrained next, arms behind your back, legs slightly opened and you are made to get on your knees. Next come hours and hours of complete loss of control. In the dark you will wait for whatever comes next never knowing what it is or when it is coming or how long you have been kneeling in that room. It may be your Master’s cock in your mouth, a gentle back rub, a hard spank, a juicy strawberry in your mouth, some aromatic oil, a vibrator in your pussy for what seems like hours. Your hair will be pulled, you will swallow you Master’s cum, you will feel his hands and his cock exploring every crevice, you will hear different sounds and music, wax will be poured on you, ice will be used on your nipples. Basically you won’t know what’s coming next, you won’t know when it will and all you can do is wait. You might have to wait 10 minutes or you might have to wait half an hour for the next thing. All you’ll know is that your Master has a long night of assaulting your senses in every possible way, sublime and painful, hard and soft, sweet and sour. You will not be allowed to fall asleep, your senses will be buzzing for your next sensation which could be simple or could be complex, and always it will be your Master’s decision until you can’t take it anymore and you beg to be released.

And then what happened…

He did blindfold me soon after I entered his house. Reality almost always interferes in enacting fantasies. I had to take off my jacket, hat, gloves! Blindfolded, he led me to another room and had me kneel on something soft to cushion my knees. He fastened a collar around my neck. He handcuffed my hands in front of me. I was still fully dressed. Fitted blazer, sheer blouse, black bra. Knee length pencil skirt, black thigh highs, black satin panties, and pink and black leopard print 4″ heels.

Honestly, I can’t tell you everything about the night in a linear fashion. I don’t remember. And it’s not because this took place last Saturday. I couldn’t have told you what happened in what order immediately afterwords either.

Not all of my senses were as heightened as others. I don’t think that I connect with music in the way many others do, for example. He played music that had heavy rhythms and sometimes drums. While I liked some of the songs and it did sometimes mask other noises, it wasn’t something I paid much attention to. Taste isn’t something that overwhelms me either. Of course, there are tastes that I love and crave, but I don’t feel the way that I’ve heard others who LOVE food describe.

My sense of touch, however, is very sensitive and during these hours, I felt like I could pinpoint each and every nerve. So that’s what I’ll describe most, what affected me most, what I remember, enjoyed, anticipated, and dreaded most. And, again, in not necessarily the order in which it happened.

He caressed my face. Ran his fingers through my hair. That feeling, of being petted like, well, a pet, is heavenly. Chills run through my body at the same time that a feeling of warmth does. At some point he removes my clothing. In steps. I’m left with only my panties.

He told me that he wanted to make me so wet that he’d be able to feel me seeping through the satin. So, I cheated a bit. I removed the cotton lining that’s in the crotch of most panties. Apparently, this made them somewhat sheer, too. And they felt fabulous. The silky smoothness lightly fondling my hairless lips. Mmmm.

He spanked me with his hand. Then gently smoothed the area he’d just hit. Cupping my ass. That was an electrifying feeling. Really. Like pricks of electricity in the area that had just been slapped. I felt him hold me gently and then… slap! As the night went on, those slaps got sharper. Once, twice?, my ass felt the sharp sting of a crop.

He’d purchased a Wartenberg Pinwheel. That was… wow. Lightly rolling over my skin, it almost tickled. Another sensation to give me the shivers. but then, when just a bit more pressure was applied and without being able to see and my sense of touch heightened… it felt exactly like I was being cut with a very sharp knife. Sliced. Since I was fully aware of what he was doing, what tool was being used, I *knew* that wasn’t what was happening. I trembled. Shook. It was horrible and I loved it.

Oh! I almost forgot about the candle wax. Much more than last time. On my breasts. It was the same as last time, though. Pain that miraculously disappears entirely. Extreme discomfort and then release. Akin to orgasm. Not like the spanking, btw, which lingers.

A feather very lightly on my skin. On my breastbone and my tummy. That took a little while for me to recognize. Did it come after the Pinwheel? It felt warm. I thought it was something liquid being poured on me at first. Then I realized what it was. And was grateful I’m not ticklish.

I know he meant for the spankings, the smacks and slaps on my ass, to be surprises. When he was holding me gently, kissing me, and petting me, I could tell when one was coming. His arm would pull back. There was a pause. And I’d tense to prepare for it. But, when he was just walking around… I’m sure I didn’t always know when he was near, but I think I did more than he realized. He smokes. Well, when he was actually smoking near me, he knew I could smell that, but I could detect the odor of cigarettes even when he wasn’t smoking at the time. If he was near enough. And I would brace myself. Eventually, I was in an almost constant state of tension. Waiting for another strike of pain. And those spankings HURT! Fuck! MUCH later, I could still feel a thin line of pain where the crop had made contact. The tension, clenching my muscles, when I though he might be near and trying to sneak up on me… I came close to crying. Not from any actual sensation, but from the anxiety.

My thighs ached. I thought “I’m going to HAVE to tell him that I can’t stay in this position any longer. I need to move.” But, I didn’t. He had me stand at one point, for just a short time, and I was unable to do so on my own. I held onto him, gripped his shoulders. Actually, of everything, this, I think, shows the best how much I trusted him. I’ve never been able to play that game where you fall backwards and trust that your parter, behind you, will catch you. I just can’t do it. Even if it’s someone I KNOW would never ever hurt me and would do anything to protect me from harm… I’m certain they’ll be distracted at just the wrong moment. But, I trusted him to hold me standing and not let me fall.

He put clamps on my nipples, when I still had my bra on so there was some protective padding. (Do you know how difficult it is to find bras these days that *aren’t* molded? It’s crazy.) Other times, he pulled on my nipples. Squeezed my breasts. Teased me.

I don’t know that any of this really sounds erotic. But, it was. I DID get very wet.

Photos were taken throughout all of this. Flashes went off. It was disconcerting. Not having any idea of what I looked like and having my picture taken. While I knew pictures were being taken, there were times when I must have not really been paying attention to that, because I later saw photos that I could tell were taken at times that I wasn’t at all concsious of them.

He fed me his cock. For those new to my blog (waving at newcomers, if there are any), that is one of my biggest turn-ons. OMG. I love having my mouth full with cock. My tongue being kept busy. And, I have a serious cum fetish. So as I sucked him, as he fucked my face, I knew that I was going to get to taste and swallow his cum. That just made me wetter.

I collapsed on the floor. Layed down, very comfortable. He left me for a while. The song “You Sexy Thing” came on. LOL. I love that song. I started dancing, while lying down. I think he missed seeing that, but I’m not sure. I know I had a huge smile on my face. I swear it’s a good thing that song didn’t play earlier when something more intense was going on. I would have started bobbing and grinning and that would have been weird! Hehe.

He made me cum with his fingers thrusting inside of me. He gets right at my G spot, the underside of my clit, whatever it is in that spot that is just amazing. I don’t know when that happened exactly. Near the end or after he’d taken off the blindfold and collar and handcuffs?

We took a bubble bath and I got to be giggly and girly and goofy. Very relaxed. He told me that he was happy with what had happened. He was pleased. And that made me *glow* inside.

Not everything was as perfect as he wanted it to be, I’m sure. Some of the sensations he tried to provoke in me really weren’t happening. I mean, they happened, but weren’t out of the ordinary. Didn’t overwhelm me. Obviously, others very much did. Probably more than he knows either way. Those that were less and those that were more.

Lots more happened than what I wrote about here. These are the parts that will stay with me, though.

Thanks for letting me share.