In the evening he put the hood on me and told me to stay still. I was standing near the bed. He walked away. I could feel the space all around me. It felt different than the space around me when I can see, or even than when I have my eyes closed. Less than a minute passed, perhaps, and Master returned and guided me on to the bed. I could barely hear his commands, so I ended up getting smacked for lying down the wrong way and making him repeat himself.
He began fucking me and slapping my tits, slapping my face. I bit my lip during one of them. He pinned my arms above my head. Then he got up for a moment, telling me not to move. I stayed frozen. He put my hand on the vibrator and had me hold it while he penetrated me once again. I had several explosive orgasms, then he put it to one side and ordered me to turn over. The hood makes me feel even more like a used fuckhole than I usually do.
I lay on my stomach, and was completely preoccupied with finding a position for my head in which the breathing hole wasn't blocked as he entered me. It was dark, in more than just the obvious way. Frightening, a little, but other worldly and terribly hot. When he began to move furiously I hoped he would command me to come because I wasn't sure I could hold mine back when he came.
He did.
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| Feeling the space |
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