I text you to make sure were on the same page. You assure me that you are now putting the blindfold on and that you will be in heels, underwear and bra and sitting on your bed, as well that your door will be unlocked and it’s apt (or hotel) number 124.
You sit and wait patiently. Your door clicks open, and there is some shuffling. The stranger moves through your house, looking at the pictures on your fridge, grabbing a drink, making his way to your room. Your nerves spike just a bit when you hear him enter the room. You want so badly to reach up and take off the blindfold, but you can’t, as was agreed upon.
The smack across the face stings more than usual because you couldn’t tell it was coming. You’re a bit shocked but also almost instantly wet. And now you really don’t know what to expect. A stern voice tells you to stand up hands to your side. You hear the sound of a zipper, and some rustling of paper. Maybe a clipboard? Your mind races, is he going to put paper cuts on me?!?
“Turn 180 degrees. Too far or too short earns you another slap in the face.” The voice bellows. You turn, slowly, nervously. A whimper escapes you as you aren’t sure if you’ve fallen short or gone too far.
“That’s good” he says. And then you hear it. Writing. What the fuck is He writing.
“Panties off, slowly.”
You comply. Still wondering what he’s writing. He asks that you bend over and spread your ass cheeks “just like in the pornos.” You do so. More writing.
His hot hand on your bare ass is a surprise. It’s just taking a handful. Squeezing the ass cheek. Giving it a jiggle. You hear him say “ok.” The slaps come hard and fast. It surprised you like the one across your face, but hurts much more. You whimper loudly. His hands move with lightning speed up to your ponytail and throat. He jilts you backwards and pushes you against the wall. His hand moves off of your throat and onto your face where he squeezes and turns your mouth into an O. He spits in your face and slaps you again in the mouth. You whimper again. His hand covers your mouth and he leans in close:
“Did I give you permission to make noise, whore?” He asks through closed teeth while whispering.you can hear the seething anger in his voice. He let’s go.
He returns you to your position and tells you he will continue with his inspection. When the marker first touches your skin it’s an awkward feeling. It’s hard and yet soft, but it definitely smells like marker. Permanent marker.
He then recites letters, while his hands are moving across your body, your tits, ass, thighs, face, hair, mouth, cunt and others. You realize that he is grading your body. He’s circling things and writing grades, and explaining what he’s grading but not telling you the grades.
Still the blindfold is on. Still your pussy is dripping wet, and running down your inner thigh, still, you’ve never seen or felt this man, as he is the stranger. While getting to know each other he never shared one picture. Never gave a name. Yet you know without a doubt that he respects your consent and your ability to stop whenever you want. There is a safety word. You have immense trust for him, even though you’ve never seen him.
He kisses you. Deep. Passionately. He writes a grade. On your face. He writes a word on your forehead. But the implement feels soft and crumbly “Whore” he says out loud. “That’s what the word is. It’s in lipstick.”
He tells you to stand with your legs apart, and his fingers slide up your thighs. Teasing. And then the tit slaps and nipple flicks rain down. You wiggle to escape and you are pushed backward on the bed. He flips you over and pulls you down the bed. Using your hair, he pulls you into an all fours position.
You hear him undo his belt. You brace for it. When his hand first squeezes your ass you jump in anticipation. He kisses your ass. You didn’t expect that at all, and maybe your even a little confused.
“Oh sweet dove. Have I scared you?” He asks. He spreads your ass open wide. Your pussy lips stick together covered in cunt juice. “Oh wow…look how fucking wet you are.” And a finger slides over your asshole and close to your pussy. The hand moves back up, across the ass, and this time a little closer to the pussy. This is repeated once more and this time you rock back to try to get it there. To try to get that finger either deep inside of you or to get it on your throbbing swollen clit.
That’s when the belt hits. It’s hard and it’s loud . Before the shriek can even escape your mouth he’s hit you two more times, each time harder than the one prior. You hear him moan, as if he’s the one getting his cock sucked. The belt comes down again even harder. You’re now whimpering uncontrollably. Then both Of his hands come down on both of your ass cheeks. Not once, or twice, or even three times, but four times. Your ass is burning and you’re on the brink of tears. Just as you start to form the words “please sir no more” he buries his fingers deep into your pussy. You didn’t know you could make such a guttural grunt. All pain subsides as quickly as it built because all of your kind races to how good it feels to have his fingers come hithering down toward your belly, while in you, grazing your gspot everytime.
“Do you like that whore?” He asks as the fingering slows and the circular motion on the clit starts.
You feel his other hand wrap around your pony tail and he jerks you up onto your knees. He pulls your head back and down while his fingers quicken. Just as you’re about to rock into his motion he crams his fingers in your mouth so you “can taste yourself.” He pushes his fingers further, while you gag on them. He repeats this a few time and you’ve built up a lot of drool running down your chin. He smears it all over your face while he calls you a whore and spits on you.
Sure enough you suck his cock and he blows a hot thick load, more than a normal man for sure, all over your dirty and red face. He spits on you again and you clearly hear the click of a camera.
He tells you to sit there while he gets dressed. You do, and you hear more writing.He then kisses you on the forehead ( provided it’s not plastered in cum) and leaves . You hear your door close.
You take off the blindfold and no one is there. Like a dream. You wipe your face clean and see something on your desk so you pick it up. It’s a report card. There seem like upwards of 30 categories and your grades vary. As do the ones on your body.
Your phone lights up. Thank you, says the text. And then series of pictures start rolling in. All of them your face, Or body.
Talk soon he says.
You lay back in your bed. Still not knowing who he is, but knowing he’s made a lasting impression.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/j6jtoz/blindfolded_whore_gets_humiliated_i_wrote_this_on