Meeting my Dom and his sub while blindfolded [FFM]

When I imagined how the first meeting with my new Dom would go, I never considered I would spend time “watching” American Ninja Warrior while blindfolded and naked, with pussy juice still drying on my face.

I should rewind just a bit. I had been single for about 6 months, after a 16 year vanilla trending to celibate relationship with my now ex-husband. I spent the first few months just getting my sexual footing back, following my own rules to say yes to anything that seemed safe. I had lots of fun experiences that will be the subject of other stories, I’m sure. 

My life before marriage had been kinky, I had been involved with BDSM since my teens. I had interviewed with Dom/mes but never found the right fit. In the mid-to-late 90s living in a fly-over state, it was hard to find the scene. But FetLife came about while I was married, and the joys of the internet helped my single self find exactly what I had been denied in previous decades.

I didn’t want to be a cliche, mid-40s divorcee going crazy. I liked to say I was finding my footing, but I was on familiar ground. After months of fantastic flings, I was ready for something more. My Dom reached out to me at just the right time, starting a conversation I was ready to have. We started talking on FetLife, where he had no profile image, just a meme. I had my tits on there, preferring not to put my face to my online activities. And they’re damn nice tits too, I love them and didn’t get to share them enough. I’ve got 38DDs on my 5ft tall frame. Well, at least that’s the last size bra I bought, before I swore off of bras 3 years previously.

My Dom and I moved to text communication, interviewing each other, doing all of our negotiations that way. When I asked him for a picture, he said I could look into his eyes when he penetrated me. I didn’t take this statement seriously enough. 

We decided we wanted each other, our interests were similar, our humor was similar. We were going to meet soon, but the responsibilities of being 40-somethings kept getting in the way. But, our trust in each other just grew in the interim. And, he denied me any orgasms while we were apart, so it just made my desire for meeting him even stronger. My masochism and his sadism seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces.

I know, I know, meeting someone I’ve never even seen and planning to go straight to sex? But, it felt safe to me, he felt safe to me. I trusted my instincts. Of course, I still had my safe call set too. My best friend asked me why it wasn’t a red flag to not see him first, all I could say was that I had already promised him ownership of my body, there was nothing that his picture would tell me that his words and his voice didn’t already. And, to be honest, I was enjoying the mystery.

Finally, our schedules lined up. I knew that he had another sub, and he asked if I would be ok with her joining us. I’m bisexual, I was more than OK with that. Plus, they had been together for 9 months and I really wanted to assess their relationship. 

He got a hotel room, told me what to bring (all of my toys, including my strap on and my blind fold) and directed me when to leave. I was dripping wet in my dress with nothing underneath. I don’t wear bras, his subs don’t wear panties. Even the butt plug he made me wear while awake was missing, as he directed me to remove it before I left. It was a 40 minute drive to him, every bump in the road just made my need increase. 

I arrived at the hotel and texted him to ask for my next steps. He told me to park near room 105, wait until there was no one outside and then get my toys and come to his door. I was to put on my blindfold before I knocked on the door. I followed his directions, my heart pounding in my chest, feeling my wetness drip down my legs. I wondered what I was doing, was I sane, did I make the wrong decision. I was so vulnerable without my sight.

He answered the door, quickly ushered me into the room and immediately told me to strip. My dress came off over my head without disturbing the blindfold. His hands caressed my breasts as I removed my sandals. He then turned my body towards the bed and said there was a pussy waiting for me to devour it. My fears melted away, this was the voice I had talked to for the past month, all was good, I was safe and secure.

While I knew him well from our month of daily conversations, I knew nothing about her. Not her age, her name, anything. I had never spoken to her, but I was now expected to dive in between her legs. He had told me that she was bicurious, had never actually been with a woman before. I felt a pressure to make sure she fully enjoyed it. He also told me that my purpose for the night was just as a play toy for them.

Good thing that I love to eat pussy. I dove right in, well as soon as I found all of my landmarks. Remember, I was still blindfolded. I found her knee, unsure at first if it was the right or the left. Then, when I found the other knee, my hands followed her thighs until my thumbs met over her clit. My tongue then started exploring her slit, reveling in her taste. She was definitely soaked with anticipation. Her pussy was so sweet and her moans just drove me on. I slid a finger in her, hoping that my long red nails didn’t scratch her. She didn’t seem to notice my nails at all and came all over my face. I was in heaven. 

I’m the type of woman who doesn’t even need touch to orgasm. I’ve cum just from fantasizing multiple times, and this was far from just a fantasy. I was dripping, my moans adding to her experience. Just as I hit my groove, our Dom called out to switch places. It was her turn to taste a woman, and my juices were flowing. 

God damn, she was good at eating pussy. I expected tentative licks, but she just went to town. He later told me that he taught her to eat his ass as if it was pussy. That was a lesson that I benefited from tremendously. I came three times in quick succession. Then I felt his hands on my breasts, getting rough with them as he knew I liked. Then suddenly his teeth were on my breasts, biting while his fingers pinched my nipples. I wasn’t expecting this, and it sent me over the edge, cumming so hard that my fingers splayed out and I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. I didn’t even notice his hands leave my body, but I did notice when he entered her and pushed her harder into my mound with every thrust. 

My blindfold was still firmly on when he finished and she asked for a water break. Since she could see, she fetched water for me as well. While I lay there, trying to catch my own breath, he suddenly climbed on top of me. I felt his cock between my legs, spreading my labia apart. I held my breath, knowing that he would reveal himself when he penetrated me, and I was so ready to see him finally. He teased my clit with his cock. I still wasn’t quite sure if I could cum freely, so when he ordered me to cum for him relief washed over me, quickly followed by an orgasm. He felt so good, so right, on top of me. 

He suddenly entered me. I tensed, not sure if he had meant to slip in and not wanting to do anything to make it end. I also expected my blindfold to be removed, but he pulled back out quickly. Remember, he’s also a fucking sadist. I now knew more about his cock (uncut) and about his body (softer than I expected his 6 foot tall frame to be). But, thinking my eyes were about to be uncovered, my hands hadn’t explored his face. I don’t remember feeling whiskers when he bit my breasts. That’s the only inkling I had. He climbed back off of me as she returned. We switched positions again, my tongue longing to return to her while my groins still wanted him.

This time, her taste was combined with his cum. I hadn’t even realized he had cum; they say being blindfolded heightens your other senses. For me it just gave me laser focus on the task at hand. He forbid her from cumming without permission. Her begging just spurred me on, to keep sending her to the edge and make her desperate to go over. I had two fingers inside of her, playing with her g spot. Our Dom kept refusing her permission and she just squirmed more and more under my face. I loved knowing I was adding to her torture. When she finally was able to form all of the words necessary to properly ask for permission, “Sir may I please cum?” then he finally acquiesced and her whole body spasmed under me. Her fingers found my hand, reminding me that I was more than just a fuck toy.

Once her spasms stopped, he decided to switch things up. With his hand on my arm, he told me that it was now a competition of wills. This next round of pussy eating would only stop when she begged for it to stop, when she’d had all she could take, or when I just couldn’t give any more. I was ready for this, and looking forward to the reverse too. I had a partner try to get me to tap out from forced orgasms before but we just overheated the Hitachi and he gave up after I came nearly 60 times. 

My fingers got more involved this time, not just rubbing her g-spot but now finger fucking her too. She loved pressure on her clit, I buried my face so deep I could barely breathe. I tried to stay focused, but by this point I was getting tired too. But I’m a determined little whore, and hearing his encouragement (“Fuck that little pussy, treat her like the bitch she is) just kept me going. I was intrigued by her hairless pussy, as our Dom had instructed me to stop shaving mine. I caught my breath and kept going. She surprised me by begging for me to stop after a not long interlude. He said no, that she didn’t deserve it yet. I smiled and kept going, knowing I could surely win this round. That was the second wind I needed, and her desperation to tap out just drove me crazy. I was so wet myself, grinding against the bed and bringing myself to orgasm as well. 

He finally gave her a reprieve and she left the bed to get more water and use the bathroom. I rolled over, lost in my own world of pleasure, listening to them talk to and poke fun at each other. I decided I needed to go to the bathroom too. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom door. I heard his voice call out that I could remove my blindfold once the door was closed. The lights were blinding, but the break from blindness was welcome. I looked down at my breasts, surprised to see the large blossoming bruises from his earlier bites. 

I adjusted my mask and came back into the hotel room. She led me back to the bed. Our Dom checked in with me, Was I enjoying being used as his play toy? Hell yeah I was. I said it was odd to not even know her name still, as he had only called her bitch and whore. But, no one offered her name to me, so I just laid back down. Our Dom said it was his turn to get some action and instructed her to suck his dick. She was on all fours, perpendicular across the bed. My brain tried to make a visual image of the layout, determined that he must be sitting in a chair between the two beds. But, it soon didn’t matter as he instructed me to eat her ass while she sucked him. 

And yet again, my blindfold allowed me to just focus on my task without any distractions. Well, at least it did once I found her ass, tracing up her legs again with my hands. My fingers yet again entered her pussy, while my tongue explored her sweet asshole. As she relaxed into me, my tongue was able to make excursions inside her ass, and I could hear her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth. 

When he asked me how many fingers I had in her, I replied two. He instructed me to insert a third and fuck her hard with my hand. She bucked against my hand with pleasure and I took a moment to listen to the slurping sounds of her blow job mixed with the wet squelches from her pussy and my slurping on her asshole. It was quite the symphony. 

He then told me to add a fourth finger to her pussy, saying she could take it. I knew if she could take it from him, my small hands would be no problem. My ring finger slipped inside easier than I expected. I had been finger fucking her, but stopped slamming her with this latest addition. 

His hand was on my arm again, reassuring me. Then he said to add my thumb. By this point I had stopped eating her ass, focusing on my fingers instead. I wasn’t sure that my thumb could fit, but he was insistent. His voice was directive, his instructions clear. I needed to get my thumb completely in. He kept asking me to show my progress to him using my other hand. When she got distracted, he told her to keep sucking his dick like she had been told. I could hear her moans muffled by his cock. 

My hand felt like it was being crushed, I wasn’t sure I could be successful. But he was sure. He told me when to bend my fingers so I could get deeper. He knew I had never fisted a woman before. He also knew that fisting was on my soft limit list as I’d been ripped open by an inconsiderate hookup before. I’d never experienced it being done properly to myself, though I really wanted to. 

With slow and steady pressure and persistence, my hand slipped completely inside her, up to my wrist. He instructed me to open my hand, spread my fingers. It drove her crazy. I wanted to see my hand buried in her, but I at least had a good visual imagination. And, I was sure the visual would have lessened the sensations from my hand as I explored the elasticity of her vagina. Just the pressure on my hand and hearing her moans was enough to make me cum. I’m often embarrassed by how orgasmic I can be, but the isolation of my blindfold allowed me to just ride the waves of my orgasm without concern for their reaction to me.

After this we all needed a break. She brought me water again since I still couldn’t get it on my own. I kept thanking her for being my retriever as I was helpless in this strange environment without my sight. I decided I should use the restroom again but thought I could find it alone this time. I walked carefully, my hand trailing along the edge of the bed. The bed was so much wider than I expected. When it ended, there was a wall almost immediately. Ah, so there was just one bed! Apparently Our Dom had been on the same bed as us, not in a chair. I felt silly at not having realized this earlier. I removed my blindfold in the bathroom again, but found myself craving its return. 

I left the bathroom and stumbled my way back to my position on the bed. But, our Dom told me to not get too comfortable as he had more plans for us. She retrieved my strap on from my toy collection. I was handed a tangle of straps and velvet, trying to determine what was what. After initially putting it on upside down, I finally got it situated and then belatedly realized the dildo wasn’t in it. She assisted me in getting it in place as well. I wished I was more confident with putting on the strap on, but I hadn’t worn it in over a decade. Even with sight, it was never an easy thing to get situated.

I got on the bed with her, attempting to enter her from behind. As everything is harder when blindfolded, trying to penetrate someone you can’t see with a dildo you can’t feel just increases the difficulty. Add in that I’m just 5ft tall and I was sure she was considerably taller, and the physics of it barely added up. 

The strap on was sitting low on my mound. The fingers of my right hand tried to locate her entrance while my left hand tried to guide the dildo in. He asked what was taking so long and I heard her giggle that I couldn’t see where I was going. I finally was able to get everything lined up and the dildo slid easily in. I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto me. I was filled with the power that has always accompanied wearing a strap on, while still being completely vulnerable in my blindness. I remember thinking that there could be a complete filming studio around us and I would have no idea. I hadn’t even realized there was only one bed for a long time!

She seemed to love being fucked by me. I relished the opportunity to run my hands over more of her body, to learn a bit more about her physical nature. I’m not skinny and she felt thicker than me. I’m self conscious of my size, worried about men finding me desirable. Feeling her body and knowing how Our Dom felt about her made me feel more sure that he was truthful about finding me attractive as well. Yes, that’s an odd thing to think of when fucking someone with a strap on, but remember that I couldn’t see or feel this, I was just her dildo delivery system.

The dildo accidentally slipped out, which was not surprising considering the strain it was under to reach her pussy from my crotch that wasn’t elevated much above the bed. My grandfather used to tell me I should sue the city for building sidewalks so close to my ass. Now I was thinking that the real problem was that my pussy was too close to the bed when I was on my knees!

Our Dom then informed us that it was time to start fucking her ass. She requested lube and went to retrieve it. I played with the straps and was able to adjust the dildo up quite a bit higher. I asked to turn on the vibrator in the harness and though I received permission, the damn thing wouldn’t turn on. I craved the stimulation it would give me, but I knew tonight wasn’t about my pleasure. I was just his toy to use as he saw fit, and problem solving my vibrator wasn’t a concern to him.

I got behind her again, begging her to lower her hips some to help out. I struggled at first to get her asshole to accept the dildo, but it finally slid in, all the way in. Adjusting the angle of the harness had helped tremendously and I loved feeling our bodies come together, my hands pulling her hips back to meet mine. Her moans just kept me going, while my thighs and hip flexors screamed from this unusual exertion. We eventually collapsed onto each other, exhausted from the combination of effort and pleasure.

She refilled my water glass while I caught my breath. He told us it was half time, but then laughed as she melted onto the bed exhausted. The football game that had been playing in the background was now over. We talked some about our favorite teams while she channel surfed, finally landing on American Ninja Warrior. I laid on my part of the bed, no one touching me, just listening to their interaction and trying to picture the American Ninja Warrior course as competitors kept failing. I finally asked if I could touch him, and was granted his arm to run my fingers across. It gave me very little additional information about his physical presence, but it made me feel slightly more connected to him. 

It became clear that she wasn’t going to reciprocate as she had melted from her multiple orgasms. He instructed her to help me get my clothes back on and to pack up my toys. The strap on was lying discarded by the side of the bed. She cleaned it and put it with the other toys. He instructed her to put on her shirt so she could look outside and make sure no one was out there. The coast was clear, so she placed my toy box outside and helped me step out. The door closed behind me and I removed my blindfold to see my car directly in front of me. 

I got in my car, checking the time to find it had been 3.5 hours since I knocked on the door. I had entered with the excitement of finally getting to see my Dom, and was leaving with the excitement of being denied that yet again. Hopefully I’ll get to see him next time, when he promises it will be my turn to be the center of attention.

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