Blindfolded Surrender

[maturanga]

You’ve shown up to this rendezvous in a sharp executive suit, nothing underneath, strutting down the street with your full, heavy breasts and hard nipples pressing against the fabric, betraying your arousal. Men’s eyes follow you, their filthy whispers trailing in your wake, while women mutter insults under their breath, sneering at your high-class hooker vibe.

Now you’re here, in an empty apartment with gleaming hardwood floors. You step inside, a flicker of uncertainty in your movements, and I’m immediately behind you, pressing close to slip a blindfold over your eyes. Tonight, you won’t know who I am. You’ve come here to be used by a stranger, someone whose face you’ll never see. I bind your hands behind your back, the rope tightening with a slow, ritualistic precision laced with roughness. You can feel me circling you, my gaze devouring your defenseless form, savoring the power I hold. Without warning, I yank your blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. Your breasts spill free, lush and unrestrained, and I caress them softly at first, sucking your nipples gently before kneading them with a cruel edge. Blindfolded, every shift catches you off guard, drawing sharp gasps and moans from your lips.

I pull back, leaving you trembling, aroused, and craving more, like a helpless little creature yearning for its master’s touch.

My fingers trail up your legs, grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, hiking your skirt to expose your magnificent ass—something I’ll deal with later. I force your legs apart, my hands inching closer to your pussy, teasing, torturing you with the wait. Finally, I grip your cunt, squeezing it like I’m trying to wring it dry. It’s a fucking delight, wet and throbbing, practically begging to be fucked. I don’t need you to swear you’re dying to be taken like the slut you are—I can feel the heat radiating from you. I play with your pussy lips, gathering your slickness and bringing it to your mouth, making you taste your own arousal.

Without warning, I plunge two fingers deep into your cunt, and you let out a scream, pain or pleasure, who the fuck knows? I silence you with a bruising kiss, my fingers starting to pump inside you. Our saliva mixes as I bite your lips, my thumb circling your clit while I finger-fuck you. You’re so goddamn hot it doesn’t take long for your first orgasm to hit, your legs buckling, forcing you to lean into me as you gasp for air.

No rest for you, though.

Still blindfolded, I maneuver you onto your knees on the cold floor, but with your hands tied, your face presses into the wood, your ass high and vulnerable. Completely exposed for me. I can’t resist landing a few sharp spanks, your cheeks blooming red under my hand. Using my thumbs, I spread your ass wide, spitting onto your tight little asshole. The saliva drips slowly, teasingly close to your pussy. I slide my thick cock between your ass cheeks, using them to a assjob, my balls slapping rhythmically against your wet cunt.

I want you to feel its size, to know what’s about to fill you. I drag the head of my dick along your pussy lips, coating it in your juices, deliberating which hole to claim first. Your ass is so tempting, ripe for wrecking on our first date, but the scent of your pussy pulls me in. I ease my cock into you, slow, making you feel every inch. When you’re halfway impaled, I grab your bound hands, pulling you up, arching your back. Your own weight drives you down, sinking my cock balls-deep, ripping moans from your throat as you drool and beg for me to fuck you.

I switch up the pace—sometimes slow and deep, sometimes pounding you like a feral beast. My breath is hot on your neck as I gauge your every reaction, every sign you’re teetering on the edge of climax, dragging it out until you’re a wreck. Your second orgasm hits like a fucking tidal wave, your pussy clenching so tight it milks my cock, pulling my own release from me. I flood your cunt with cum, our sweaty, exhausted bodies locked together for a moment before I pull out. I watch your gaping pussy, a trickle of my seed dripping out. Still blind and bound, I grab your hair and smear my cock across your face, slick with our mixed fluids. You try to catch it with your mouth, eager to lick it clean.

Time for a shower—this is just the beginning.

Gripping your elbow, I lead you, stumbling and blind, to the bathroom. You sink to the shower floor, helpless, sweat and cum streaking your thighs. The sudden blast of cold water makes you flinch, your attempts to squirm away only earning whimpers with your hands still tied. I haul you to your feet, keeping the blindfold on, refusing to free you. I scrub your body roughly, starting gentle but growing harsher, like I’m taming a defiant child. I twist your nipples, hard from the cold or your endless arousal, then roam over your flat stomach, prying your ass cheeks apart to expose you fully. You resist, earning a stinging slap that leaves a red handprint.

My fingers find your still-stretched pussy, plunging inside to feel your heat, your renewed wetness. I seek out your G-spot, stroking it deliberately while my thumb works your clit, building the pace until you’re shaking. Small orgasms ripple through you, giving way to bigger ones, your moans turning to sobs. Your legs give out, and you collapse against me, trembling, crying. Only then do I kiss you softly, licking the tears from your cheeks.

I guide you, still dripping wet, back to the room, your body pliant like a lost pet.

I sit and pull you to your knees before me. You instinctively sink into a submissive pose, so fucking gorgeous I can’t help but grab your damp hair and force you to lick my cock. Your tongue flicks out, and I guide you to lap at my balls, my thighs, a sharp tug urging you to suck the length of my shaft up to the tip. I let you linger there, savoring the wet sounds of your tongue on my cockhead as you writhe, struggling for balance with your bound hands. I grip your hair at the nape, pumping your head down, forcing you to take me deep until you gag. Even when I ease up, you push yourself, trying to swallow more, drooling and gasping. I pull you off, your face flushed and slick with spit.

I yank you onto my lap, spreading your legs roughly so you’re facing me, your soaked pussy grazing my cock. I tug your bindings to make you grind slowly, my cock nestled between your pussy lips. With my other hand, I pull you back, exposing your throat, licking the last droplets of water from your skin. My tongue traces up to the sensitive spot behind your ear, lingering as your hips buck harder, your clit rubbing against my rock-hard cock, slick with your arousal.

“Want me to fuck you?” I growl, the first time I’ve let you speak.

A shy whisper escapes you. “Yes…”

The slap across your face catches you off guard, the blindfold amplifying the sting. “Say it right.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you stammer.

Another slap, harder, draws a tear. “Please… I want you to fuck me. Ruin me.”

One swift move, and I lift you by the hips, impaling you on my cock. You scream, sobbing as I let you adjust before making you move in slow circles, my grip tight on your bound wrists, reminding you who’s in charge. I watch you bounce on me, limp like a ragdoll, my hands digging into your hips as I lick and bite your tits. Faster, harder, I spank your ass just to hear you yelp, urging you on like a wild mare.

When I sense your orgasm building, I shift to a slower, deeper rhythm, keeping you teetering on the edge of pleasure, making you suffer, knowing you’ll only cum when I allow it.

Gripping your hips tightly, my fingers digging into your ass, I no longer need to pull your bindings to make you arch and writhe. Each thrust of my cock pushes you to the brink, the start of an orgasm that refuses to break. Finally, I take pity on you and let you cum, soaking me with your juices that gush in torrents as your orgasm rips through you. You bury your face in my shoulder, lost in the endless waves of pleasure, your body trembling, your breath ragged. Exhausted, you slump against my chest, a broken doll in my arms, until I gently ease you off, your hands still bound behind your back, and slip the blindfold from your eyes, letting you see my face for the first time.