Looking around the room. I realized that this is not what I would think of when someone says, "Come to my dungeon."
I've been spoiled by reading all those books. This room looks so innocent. A little too pure. The sheets should be darker, but they're stark white, and the room itself looks so plain. I was hoping that things would look a little bit more… dark.
I walk over to the bed, where there's a note and a blindfold next to it. I opened up the note and it said, “Take off your clothes, but leave on your boxers. Then go to the foot of the bed with the blindfold, kneel, and place the blindfold over your eyes.”
This is new. I don't mind being blindfolded, but usually I'm already on the bed, chained up. I did as my mistress requested.
Once everything was off and I was kneeling at the foot of the bed, I looked at the white blindfold, and I don't know why it had my heart racing.
The blindfold should be black. Everything should be dark. My mouth suddenly went dry, and my hands trembled as I tied the white blindfold on.
I don't know how long I've been kneeling here before I heard the footsteps coming close to me. The door never opened. She was already in the room watching me, wanting to see how I reacted.
We already went over the safe words the night before. We discussed that she may or may not say anything to me.
My mind was racing through a hundred scenarios. I tried to control my breathing, but it was very difficult not knowing what was in store for me.
That's when I felt it. It was cool to my heated skin, and it's hooked onto the rim of my boxers. I was so hard that I knew I was embarrassing myself. I want to cover up so badly.
I had to fight this urge because we discussed this as well. Slowly, my boxes were pulled down and pooled at my knees, and I was bare for my mistress.
Then another sensation was introduced. Something warm. Sliding down the center of my chest, down my stomach, down.. down.. until it started to drip off my cock.
My mistress said nothing, but by the way she kept pouring whatever this liquid was, she was enjoying every bit of it.
I was panting and I desired to say something. I desired to hear something other than my breathing. That's when I felt something flick the tip of my cock.
I let out a little whimper voluntarily, and I felt the sting of her palm on my bottom.
I felt too exposed, because behind the blindfold, it was still bright. She can see everything. Every imperfection.. every reaction. There was no shadow to cloak me.
To be continued....