Hi all!
I took the time yesterday to try and write a little story where my character is deprived of her sense of sight. I know for many of us visual stimulation is a huge part of sex (myself included) so I wanted to challenge myself to write without it. I hope you enjoy!
Sunrise
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The first thing I heard this morning was the soft click of the bedroom door opening. You always thought you were so quiet coming in from a morning run, trying to hold back your labored breathing, the soft, indistinct sounds of whatever hip hop artist you were hooked on this week playing in your headphones. It was adorable.
But once I rolled over in bed, my head landing softly on your pillow, you knew the gig was up. I could almost see you in my mind straightening up from your creeping, bent over position at the door. I could hear the sounds of you shuffling off your shoes, the gentle ding of your Bluetooth disconnecting. I kept my eyes closed as you moved closer, but try as I might I couldn’t hide a sheepish grin on my face.
“Good morning pup,” you murmured into my ear, kissing me softly on the cheek. Your stubble brushed against my soft skin, and I felt your hand slide to the small of my back, pulling me into you. The strong scent of your musk mixed with deodorant filtered into my nose, a familiar smell that conjured up memories of sweat drenched nights on the floor of the kitchen and long talks after a day of yard work. It was amazing the way something about you, the smallest thing, could make me lose myself in a daydream.
“Good morning Sir,” I giggled softly, my eyes still closed as I pressed myself against you. Your strong arms pulled me in, shifting me onto my back as you held yourself atop me, inches from my face. “Did you enjoy your run this morning?” I murmured, not daring to open my eyes, a playful smile still wide across my lips.
“It was.. adequate. Not nearly as enjoyable as last night.”
I stifled another giggle as the scene played in my head. You’d come home to a fully cooked dinner, a partner with a glass of wine, and your favorite red lingerie. It held my breasts tightly against my chest, and hardly covered an inch of my supple ass. And I couldn’t not include your favorite accessory: my collar.
Admittedly, our relationship was different than most. Not every home in America worked like ours, but then again, not every woman was submissive as I was. Pet play had always been a part of our relationship. Since day one. And I won’t deny that the black collar with a rhinestone ‘K’ you bought for me made my heart skip a beat the evening I opened it. And from that night on, when I was in the house, I was rarely without my new leather necklace.
Distractedly you’d eaten the steak and asparagus, your eyes fixed on me as I nibbled at a Caesar salad. Occasionally I’d walk to your side of the table, a model on a catwalk, filling your wine glass before gliding back to my seat. It had taken all of fifteen minutes for you to finish the food, clear the plates, and toss me onto the dinner table for dessert. I was afraid my screams might wake the neighbors or shatter the wine glasses as you had your way with me, the firm and rough love that only you could give.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself Sir,” I said, wrapping my arms around your neck, eyes still closed. “You had such a long week. I thought you might appreciate a.. relaxing.. evening.”
“Oh I very much did little one,” you cooed into my ear, planting a kiss on my neck that sent a shiver down my spine. “But I was thinking perhaps this morning,” your voice cut off as you kissed down my neck, your lips taking a path straight to my bare chest. “That I could give a little appreciation.”
I let out a gentle sigh as your tongue found my nipple, a stiff pebble affixed to my soft breast. I dare not open my eyes now as I lost myself in the moment, your mouth forming a gentle seal at my areola. The gentle sucking and nibbling at my sensitive teat brought more than a few whimpers to my lips, verbal gratitude for the stimulation. Each breast was taken care of with care and delicacy, until my body was begging for more.
I felt your chin slide slowly to my waist at an unbearably slow pace. I couldn’t help but groan impatiently, raising my hips in an attempt to close the distance between your soft tongue and my aching folds.
“Patience,” you growled into my navel, placing a hand on my hip and forcing it back down onto the mattress with a grunt. I heard you slip your shirt off and toss it aside, a light thump on the carpet beside the bed.
Further down you slid, your face somewhere near my aching sex now, planting kisses down the inside of my thighs, each time coming a little closer to where I wanted you to be.
“You’ve been so good,” you murmured into my groin, running a finger down my wet slit, causing me to stir and bite my lip. “Should I reward you for your behavior?”
The adrenaline and desire made it hard to think my way through this potential trap, but practice had made it easier. At one point I may have fallen for this. But even here, on the precipice of pleasure, I could discern the correct answer to your inquiry.
“Only as you see fit, Sir.”
The confidence in my answer and my bated breath caused you to laugh softly. In between responses your hands brushed my inner thighs, your lips on my soft skin.
“So if I stopped right now you’d have no objection?”
“No Sir. My place is not to question you, but to listen and obey.”
“Well then I’ll stop,” you said shortly, abruptly pulling yourself away from in between my legs. I nearly bit through my lip so as not to make a sound, tasting just a drop of blood on my tongue as I let out a short sigh. Seconds passed like hours before I heard you chuckle and settle back down, rubbing my swollen clit with a finger. “No I couldn’t do that to my pet. Keep your eyes closed until I’m finished. Do you understand?”
It was all I could do to nod as I let out a soft moan, feeling your tongue make contact with my moist flower. Up and down it traveled, sending tingles down my legs, continuing to coat my already damp nethers with your saliva. I felt your tongue dance across my clit, just moments before your lips pursed around it, sucking gently as I let out another purr of approval.
With the expertise of a surgeon you slipped first one, then two fingers into my aching pussy, dexterously probing and exploring my soft sex. My hips rolled up and down, causing my labia to move back and forth across your mouth as your fingers found that ever elusive spot deep within me, stroking and caressing those areas that so intensely craved your touch. I couldn’t stifle a high-pitched groan as I neared my first climax of the morning, the sun filtering through the blinds to warm my skin.
My pleading moans filled the room as I was pushed over the edge, a warm sensation filling my entire body as you continued your relentless assault. Hungrily you sucked at my clit, now with a little more force, and I felt a finger slip into my puckering ass. A guttural groan escaped my lips as your fingers worked now in tandem, filling me, giving me the pleasure I so desperately needed from you. My hips bucked and rocked, begging for more of your gifts.
I felt your free hand snake up to my bare chest, grabbing my breast, kneading the nipple between your fingers. And within seconds I was riding another wave of ecstasy.
“Fuck…!” I breathed as it hit me, wracking my body with violent spasms, my legs closing tightly around your head. Now would’ve been the perfect time to open my eyes to see you, buried between my legs like it was our last day on earth, but I dare not chance disobeying you. My back arched and I let out one final scream before my body went limp, twitching occasionally as you softly lapped at my soaked sex.
Lightheaded, panting, and trying to catch my breath I felt you snake back up to me, leaving a trail of kisses along my chest until you planted one on my soft lips. I could taste myself on your tongue, and it drove me wild. Your half-mast member pushed against your shorts to rest on the my outer thigh as you pulled away from me.
“You’ve gotten me worked up now Princess,” you whispered in my ear, stroking my cheek. “Open.”
My eyes opened to blurred colors and shapes, and as they adjusted I was met with the familiar shimmering emerald of your eyes, the dark stubble of your strong jaw. In a glow of post-orgasm bliss I leaned up to kiss you, a soft, gentle peck of affection. I couldn’t speak, but my eyes shouted ‘thank you’ as loudly as they could.
“I’m going to get in the shower,” you murmured, slipping out of my arms, earning you a hushed whine of discontentment. I always craved some cuddling after sex. “When you’re ready, come and wash me. And then I would like for you to make breakfast for us,” you smiled, kissing my forehead and sauntering to the bathroom.
I bit my lip as I watched the early morning sun dance across the muscles of your back, and with a gentle sigh I slipped out of the sheets. I steadied myself on wobbly legs as I heard the shower turn on, my heart still fluttering as I adjusted the black leather around my neck, fondling the rhinestone letter absentmindedly. I heard the shower door open and close as you stepped in, and the glaze in my eyes began to fade as I remembered your expectations of me this morning.
“Coming Sir.”
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