“You take this seriously, don’t you?” Sean cracked a joke to alleviate the tension. Clara tightened the knot by his left ankle extra tight and practically leapt on the bound man. Her strong fingers circled his neck, pressing down on the sides to restrict his blood flow. His eyes bulged and his mouth hung agape as she spoke directly into his lips.
“Stop me,” taunted Clara, tightening her grip on his throat. Sean weakly struggled in his bonds and shook his head slightly. “I don’t think I was clear enough, why don’t you remove my hand from your neck?” The previously confident man shook against his cuffs to no avail, there was nothing he could do. Slowly, Clara released her grip and allowed Sean to regain his circulation.
“Could you have stopped me?” Clara’s words dangled in front of his lips. He could feel that she was toying with him, but he knew that he could do nothing but surrender control.
“No,” he admitted.
“Are you going to thank me for letting you breathe in my presence again?”
“I don’t think I will.” Sean teased. “Everything you do to me is just because I’m letting you, so who’s really in control here?”
“I’m gonna have a lot of fun with you,” Clara grinned at his continued defiance. “Not a lot of men would see it like that. But you’re just another pretty man with a pretty cock and a lack of respect for authority. Why won’t you do what you’re told? Don’t you want me to fuck you?”
“You like it better when I resist. And I know you want to fuck me, so I’ll wait until you beg me.” Sean’s submission was clashing beautifully with his competitive streak. He could see how excited Clara got when he disobeyed her and the fire in her eyes fueled him in a strange, masochistic manner.
Fuck, he’s good, thought Clara.But he’s not as good as he thinks he is.
“There’s something interesting about the five senses. Take one away, and the other four are heightened. Focus solely on one, and the other four work to enhance it. How do you think you’ll do when I test each of them?”
“Try me.”
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
“I think you’re stunning.”
“That’s too bad, let’s start with sight.” Clara secured a soft silk blindfold over his eyes. She wordlessly climbed off the bed and walked to her closet, where she carefully selected a few times and returned to the bound man.
“How do you think I’d look in a tight corset, stockings, and long gloves, all in black latex?” Clara teased him, laying the items across his chest so he could feel the truth to her torture. Sean bit his lip and closed his eyes under the blindfold, trying to picture the dominant woman.
Now in skin-tight black material, Clara straddled her lover, careful not to let her vagina press into his cock.He hasn’t earned that yet.
“Earlier tonight, you couldn’t take your eyes off my pussy. Are you going to beg me to let you see it?”
“I’m perfectly alright, thank you,” Sean swallowed hard, feeling his confidence wavering. Without his sight, his mind was filled with horribly pleasant fantasies about kissing, licking, and fucking Clara. Imagining her in suggestive lingerie bouncing on his dick and moaning in his ear caused his mind to toil in anguish. He needed to see her.
Clara sat at the base of the bed, her smooth legs crossed over Sean’s and curled underneath his hips. He could feel the slippery material of her stockings press against him, eliciting a small groan. Clara wet two fingers with her lips and tongue and gently teased them into her aroused opening.
“Ohh… fuck. This could be you, slut. You could be fucking me with that perfect cock, tasting my cum, and watching me please you more than any woman has before,” Clara began to loudly moan to accentuate her point. “But you’re too proud for my pussy, you won’t even ask to see it. So I’ll just have to fuck myself and make you listen. Let’s see how you do with sound.”
Sean could hear her fingers plunge in and out of her vagina, the sheets shift as she gripped them with her other hand, and her staggered moans as she approached an orgasm. Without sight, his ears picked up even the barely audible sounds of her stocking-clad things rubbing against skin and the increasingly wet noise of her fingers flying across her pussy. He pulled hard against his cuffs, his muscles flexing against this surprisingly effective torture. Her moans grew more frequent as she circled her clit, delivering a final threat to her captive:
“If I cum before you beg, I’ll have no need for you. Don’t let me cum if you want a chance to touch me.”
“Please let me see you,” Sean’s submission crashed over him. “I want to see you.”
Clara smirked and wiped her fingers on his inner thigh, eliciting another small flex in his restraints. She crawled up to his chest so that she sat with one leg on either side of his muscled pecs. Sean could feel her secretions trickle down her thigh to his chest.
“Was that so hard?” Clara lifted his blindfold above his eyes and stretched her arms overhead, giving the starved man a glance at her beauty. She ran her fingers across her breasts, down her sides, and settled them on the tops of her thighs, which caused her tits to push together provocatively.
“I think you’ve had enough,” Clara pushed the blindfold back down to restrict his vision and Sean promptly committed the erotic sight to memory.
“Scent is dangerously powerful in bed, I’m sure you know the concept of pheromones,” began Clara.
“Yes, but I don’t see how it could possibly compare to anything else. Especially not taste or touch. When are we getting to those?”
“As soon as you earn them. Open your mouth.”
“Why? Fuck… mmpf.” Clara forcefully pressed a silicone ball gag in between his teeth and buckled the leather straps behind his head.
“You don’t deserve to taste me yet. And you definitely don’t deserve to touch me.” Clara put her knees on either side of his head and lowered herself until she was an inch above his lips. She bent over the rest of his body in a traditional 69 position, allowing Sean to feel her breath on his cock. She remained there for a minute, intensely watching as he began to harden again at the scent of her arousal.
“You’re this aroused from the scent of me? What a slut,” laughed Clara. She pressed her pussy down to his lips and ground her hips into his face, but his gag prevented him from truly tasting the intoxicating scent. Clara took the now fully erect cock in her hand and delivered a long, slow lick from the base to the tip, herself enjoying the taste of her lover. The combination of the aggressive face-fucking and the slow tongue on his shaft drove Sean into a frenzy. His muscles were beginning to tire against their restraints and he desperately wanted every part of her. Clara released his cock and turned around, now facing the headboard.
“I want you to watch me as I cum on your face,” moaned Clara, removing the blindfold once more and grabbing a fistful of Sean’s hair. She rode his face hard and fast, the textures of his lips and the gag stimulating her clit perfectly. Her legs began to shake and she erupted in a violent orgasm, causing her cum to coat his lips and chin.