The Cold Air

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The soft black cloth went over my eyes. Take away my sense of sight, and I am instantly turned on. I find being blindfolded, unable to see, relying only on my trust in my Dom, as a level up on my submission. It is yet another way I show Him how much I trust him. The feeling of total surrender, and no chance of turning back turns me on beyond what my old vanilla self could comprehend.

We drove for what felt like hours. I had no idea where Sir was taking me. As we drove the normal sounds of city traffic slowly faded away. Sir was playful, occasionally he had reached over and caressed my knee, then thigh, my neck.

“You are so sexy Kitten. Who do you belong to?”

My reply was charged with an extra amount of sexual tension. “I belong to you, Sir.”

I felt the shift of the car as it traveled winding roads. The popping of my ears several times indicated we had traveled to higher elevations. I heard the car tires crunch on gravel as we came to a stop.

I noted the opening of Sirs car door and there was more crunching of gravel as He walked to my side of the car and opened my door. I was dressed as I had been instructed, a light sundress and comfortable shoes. I felt a cool breeze. Sir unbuckled me and helped me to my feet. As I stood inhaling the fresh mountain air. It was cooler here. I heard Him close and the passenger door, and I felt a soft fleece blanket placed around my shoulders.

“Wait here.” He said. I sensed Sir walking to the back of the car, and I heard the trunk open and close.

Taking my hand, we began to walk. “Follow me.”

“Yes Sir!” I replied.

“Do you trust me?” He asked moving so close to my ear it became warm.

“Yes Sir. I trust you.” I smiled with anticipation of experiencing something unknown. This not knowing what a scene will be is a kink for me, the anticipation is part of the thrill. I have agreed to this, I understand deeply what it means to surrender.

I was led across uneven ground feeling the crisp air on my face, hearing the dry leaves under my feet.

Occasionally we stopped as He guided me over an obstacle. Then suddenly we stopped, and I heard Him drop what sounded like a duffle bag. Suddenly the blanket was yanked off my shoulders. I heard the blanket fall on crunching leaves.

“Sir, may I pee?” I asked tentatively. It had been an exceptionally long drive.

“Yes, Kitten you may. Do it right here where you stand. Don’t take off your panties.”

I did as I was told. I let my bladder empty and felt the warm liquid create a little pool in my panties before it gave way and ran through the material and down my legs. This was an amazing feeling

Sir asked again, “Do you trust me?” before I could answer, he added, “This is the last opportunity to turn back.”

“I trust you Sir. I know I am safe.”

“Present for binding. “ Sir commanded.

I stretched both arms straight in front of me, and felt the familiar soft lined leather cuffs, placed on my wrists. My arms were each pulled, extended out and up, presumably to trees. Next, He bound my ankles, and my legs were stretched wide. The last act of binding was to remove my day collar and put on my true collar. “Mine.” He whispered in my ear.   

I felt a cool breeze, goose bumps popped up all over my skin. It was not just because of the cold. The explicit feeling of abandonment had my nipples so hard they hurt. My pussy was already wet and could smell the intoxicating aroma of urine mixed with the scent of arousal.

I heard Sir rustling through the bag, items were thrown out on ground, and suddenly the unmistakable sound of chain. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t felt the chain yet, just the sound gives me goose bumps. The chain was dropped near my feet, but not close enough to touch.

“We are in the middle of nowhere.” Sir was back at my side. “I can do whatever I want, nobody can stop me. You can’t stop me.”

There it was that flicker of fear as my gut clenched. “I trust you.” My voice quivered, and I am not sure who I was trying to convince, Him or me.

I felt something cold on my neck, just below my ear, then a sharp point lightly pressing into my skin. A knife was now being trailed across my neck and down toward my cleavage. I heard the tearing and ripping as he sliced through the front of the dress.  More tearing as he slowly cut the dress off of me, and I felt it fall away.

Despite the cold air I was hot and sweaty. Sir continued to cut away my clothing. My bra, slowly one strap at a time. Then I waited, breathing heavily, for what might come next. The sexual energy was so intense I thought I might have an orgasm from the anticipation alone.

I waited, breathing, sensing that He was just standing there, watching me. I suddenly wondered; might he just leave me like this. I could hear birds and the sound of the wind through the trees, but nothing else no traffic or city noise. We were miles from anything. He was enjoying the anticipation, I was certain of it, and I was certain there was much more to come.

I have no idea how long I stood there, shivering waiting. Then He moved again, placing the side of knife blade against my pussy lips through my soaked panties. Next, he drug the knife up, and sliced one side of my panties. He slowly drug the knife over to the next side, one last slice and I was completely naked.

I felt the drip of sexual anticipation run from my pussy down my inner thigh. More moments of nothing. I was beginning to wonder if I might orgasm or die from anticipation, maybe both. I heard His pants unzipping, and clothes being discarded. From behind I felt a hand between my legs as He felt my wet pussy, then suddenly His thick cock shoved into me. His member was harder and thicker than I ever remembered, and for a moment I almost panicked. Had He betrayed a hard limit, was this someone else? No this was my Sir, it must be.  He began to fuck me slowly pounding into me and I came violently squirting all over his cock. It was made intense from the hours of anticipation.

He pulled out, and there was more waiting. He was breathing heavily. I heard him move in front of me now and felt his warm lips on my clit. This was my Sir. The man who knows my needs and wants so well. He sucked and licked, and stuck his fingers inside me, I did not take long to cum all over his fingers, and I continued to cum for many more minutes. He continued to eat my pussy until my knees were beginning to buckle. The only thing keeping me upright were the bindings stretching me open and exposed.

Sir moved up the front of my body and sucked my nipples, it was intense, they were so rigid a sharp pain ran through them. I came again.

My legs were sticky.

Sir moved once again to my back, and again His cock entered my pussy, slowly he fucked me: one two three four orgasms, they just kept coming and he kept thrusting into me, deep and hard like I love.

I knew the noises; I could tell Sir was close to cumming. Suddenly he bit into my neck, and I came with Sir; it was that electric type of orgasm the kind that feels like a needle of electricity driving up through my clit.

I was limp, hanging from my binds. I began to shake, followed shortly by the sobbing that accompanies an intense sexual scene.

I felt the blanket wrap around my shoulders, and my arms and legs were released, and Sir lowered me to the ground. He wrapped his arms around me, and we laid on forest floor. The blindfold was removed.

“I love you Kitten.”

“I love you Sir,”

Tie Me Down

“Strip!” Sir commanded. A wicked grin crossed my face as I began to comply.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asked.

“No Sir. I am just excited!” I replied. Admittedly, this was at a time that I was still in sub-frenzy and even the command “Attend!” heard from across a room had my pussy wet and my body feeling electric.  

“Let’s see,” Sir said as he reached his hand inside my panties and felt my already-slippery pussy. A grin spread across his face. “You’d better finish getting your clothes off, or I might have to rip those pretty white panties.” I would never dare disobey, but the thought of having my panties ripped off me raised my body temperature and the level of excitement.

Once I was naked, I was told to lay back on the bed. “Don’t move!” This command from my husband, my Dom, always turns me on.  Each hand was bound with wrist cuffs, then my ankles, then attached to straps from under the bed. The last thing he attached was my leash snapping into place with a seductive click. Sir laid the cold chain across my belly and down over my pussy.

Sir slowly began exploring my pussy with his fingers. I closed my eyes and prepared for him to do whatever he wanted. Sir bent down and let his tongue explore my wet, shaved folds (Sir insists on a bald pussy and I willingly comply). His tongue does things my fingers never could, and a clean cunt ensures I am rewarded for my efforts. Sir rolled the tip of his tongue on my clit, then covered my nub with his lips and sucked.

“Are you going to cum?” He raised his head to ask, as he slipped a finger inside my cunt and tickled. “Tell me how many times you cum!” His mouth went back to work lapping at me until those wonderful tingly tremors began signaling my impending orgasm—that electric feeling that my pussy and entire body were about to become a quivering mess. His face in my cunt, lapping away and making me breathless, is one of my favorite things. He inserted two more fingers.

 “Cum for me!” Sir commanded, and at that same time he reached up and pulled hard on my leash. That was the catalyst for the first orgasm to start and with it I was squirting in his mouth. He didn’t stop and reminded me to count for him. “Two.” I said. I would come down from one orgasm for a moment, and then he’d lap my clit and another orgasm would have me convulsing on the bed. Unable to grab his head, or my own leash made it all the more erotic.

I love to have Sir lap at my pussy, and he prides himself in making me cum multiple times but being restrained was the most intense sensation ever. He held my thighs down and apart as the restraints still allowed me to bend my knees.  I couldn’t have been quiet if I wanted to. I came so much the blankets were soaked where I lay.  

“Twelve.” I counted breathlessly: I almost lost track and had forgotten to count out loud. As I came down from that twelfth orgasm, Sir stood up, stripped off his clothes, and shoved his raging hard cock into my pussy, the metal chain smashed between us as I came three more times.

I was exhausted, certain I would pass out before Sir finished. As he continued to pound me, he reached down with his hand the push the chain against my clit. Sir wasn’t close to coming, but my brain was so foggy I lost count. When Sir finally shot his load into me, it was as I had one last orgasm; His moans mixed with mine.

We lay there sweaty and breathless for a few moments. He slowly reached one at a time to undo my bindings, then he curled himself around me and we lay there until I began to shiver.

“That’s my good girl.” He said, wrapping me in dry blankets and tucking me in for the night.  

Years later, the words “Cum for me!” still turn me into a wet mess.