By: icechic

Blindfolds keep a slave off balance.

A blindfold makes you vulnerable and uncertain about what is happening. You can't see where I am or what I'm doing; you don't know what precious treat or evil to surprise I've gotten "hidden" right before your eyes. You can't see me, can't watch as my fingers trace your body in their mysterious path and can't see the paddle or the crop come down on your sensitive flesh. You are left to merely guess where I will strike or caress you next.

How fully do you trust me? How well do you know me?

Do you know where my next blow will land or where my next kiss will be? Can you predict my actions? Can you control your reactions?

Without your sight, you are left to depend on me to guide you. And I shall always be there. When you are alone and in the dark world behind that mask, a simple touch from me will be continuous enough to reassure you.

I run my fingers along your form and kiss my way down your face. I pet your glowing curls and look deep into your heart. But your eyes are the doorway to your soul.

I remove your blindfold and gaze deeply, controllingly into your helpless eyes. And I tell you, "Bondage is helpless captivity."

"Kneel before me and beg me to immobilize you, to tie you up real tight and let you beg for release and mercy. Beg me to use your helpless body. You are defenseless to my whims and desires. You can do nothing to stop the big black dildo from pounding our precious ass. You can do nothing to make me touch you harder or more. I am in control of everything. Your sweet pleasure and cruel pain are all up to me. You are mine, all mine."

Leather bondage, Rope bondage, Japanese bondage... all are possible for you, my precious.

Bound and hanging upside down... will you beg for release enough to please me? Will you submit yourself so fully as to empty your bladder for me then, knowing it'll fall onto your face and through your hair; what is more, will you open your mouth and accept that precious nectar?

There are a million ways to put you into bondage, slave.

But it'll be tight, very tight and artfully tied. I will completely immobilize you and dominate your will. Physically, you tower over me; but I dominate your spirit. When you lie bound and helpless, I am in total control. I am all that matters. Pleasing me becomes your first priority.

I can force orgasms until you nearly faint from pleasure. Or I can tie you tight and spank your ass, slut, until my hands get tired.

And if you do not use your mouth wisely, you may quickly find yourself Bound and Gagged.

A gag is a very effective reminder that helps keep a slave like you in your place.

And with the big cock of a dildo-gag protruding from your full mouth, I can sit and enjoy watching you drool. The sweet look of humiliation on your face is priceless, my pet.

Or perhaps, I'll leave you bound and with a Jaw Spreader... that is pure helplessness, indeed. You are unable to move, unable to close your mouth, begging me with your eyes to be gentle.

Or perhaps, you will force yourself to open for a massive cock. You surely couldn't keep your eyes off of my coworker's at the office party, slave. You truly are just a useless little fuck-slut, aren't you?

My hands are like a vise, holding your head clamped between them. Your eyes are wide, frightened, looking directly into yours, begging, pleading. "No." you beg, "No, please don't, not in my mouth." And I look at you and then smile at him, standing before you as he watches your soft, luscious lips and rubs his cock across your mouth. "Open!" I command, knowing the commanding tone of my voice will not be disobeyed. You open, and your mouth is raped as he plunges his cock deep into your throat. I warn you about your teeth, watching your eyes as you sucks. Commanding you to accept this virtual stranger inside your mouth is the nature of your submission to me. Watching you suck his cock, I begin to run one and then two fingers into and out of my pussy. And then, you swallow; you know you have no choice.

And, as you suck his cock dry -- milking it with pleasure, I sling a big strap-on dildo around my waist. As he steps aside you see me standing there and you see it jutting out between my legs. Swift and relentless as a hawk taking a rabbit, I pin your hands behind your back and throw you onto the bed. You are un-gagged: you can scream all you want and there is no one to hear. Besides, those screams and moans are the precious sounds I yearn for.

I reach between your legs, and find your cunt slick and ready for business. As you lay there writhing under me, I pound the strap-on in and out of your pussy. You fight like a wildcat, indeed, but your struggles are in vain and I use you without hesitation, brutally and without mercy. Your screams and tears are quickly becoming moans as I pound the strap-on-dildo in and out of you. The rubber cock pounding in and out of your pussy, my thumbs and fingertips begin to work your engorged clit.

You are shaking; you desire nothing more than for me to let you come. Beg me. Ask me. Make me want to let you come. I tease you by pulling my fingertips away as you are so very close. And in an instant you are so far, desperate for the pleasure an orgasm will bring you, if I let you.