No Sight, No Sound

     

        Some Memories don’t fade with time. 

        They linger in the quiet moments, tucked beneath the surface until something brings them back. Whether thats a feeling, a thought, or the memory of being completely at someone else’s mercy. 

        This is one of those memories.

        A night where control wasn’t mine to hold, where the world disappeared piece by piece, and surrender became the only thing left…So lets go back…

        It’s a lovely Saturday evening. My owner and I are hanging out in the living room after having spent the day preparing for our upcoming camping trip. The coffee table is covered with Nickels and he’s bent over it pushing them around and checking dates. The TV plays a show quietly in the background, while I mindlessly scroll on my phone, neither of us really paying much attention to it. 

        Slowly, we both feel the energy shift. It starts with him, the boredom creeping into the edges of his thoughts. Turning to look at me his eyes darken as he takes a swig of his locally made mead. “Wanna do some shots?” He asks as his eyes meet mine again. There’s something in them that I recognize, but brush it off. 

        “Sure!” I reply, unsure of where we are headed but feeling intrigued by the look in his eyes.

        He gets up and walks to the bar across the room. Grabbing my favorite flavored vodka and two shot glasses he fills them before walking to the garage fridge and grabbing some cranberry juice as a chaser. 

        When he returns I smile and he smirks in return. Handing me one of the shot glasses we tink them together and take them at the same time. I use the chaser first before passing it to him to sip. He immediately starts pouring us a second and we take that one the same way.

        Laying back on the couch again I look over and lock eyes with my owner as the warmth from the alcohol spreads its way through my chest. He opens his arms inviting me to come in and snuggle. Crawling over I rest my head on his warm chest and nuzzle into the space between his collarbone and neck, breathing in his scent. 

        “Wanna be tied up?” He asks darkly…

        “What did I do?” I ask, thinking I’m in trouble for something.

        “Nothing.” He says plainly. “I just want to use my slut” he adds.

        “…ok” I say sheepishly, immediately feeling shy even though he’s seen every inch of me a thousand times over. He still makes me feel butterflies with one simple glance. 

        Walking to the bedroom I try to fish for details. “Do you want me to change?” I ask. 

        “Just remove the skirt and fishnets.” He replies. “Those are brand new ones, don’t need to ruin them just yet.” He adds with a chuckle. 

        Doing as I’m told I slowly pull my skirt down and the fishnets to follow. “On the bed” he says plainly. 

        I follow his direction, perching my butt on the edge of the bed. He bends down and opens the second drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a gater mask. Reaching up he puts it around my head placing it over my eyes. He cups my cheek as the darkness takes over my vision.

        “Wrists” he says. My arms instinctively press together and I raise them until they’re in front of his face. He wraps rope around my wrists and then between my hands to make them secure. Pressing my arms to my chest to bend my elbow he pulls the rope around each arm, pulling my elbow tight on itself. He does the same to the other side and wraps the rope around my rib cage as well, tying it off. That finishes off his ‘X’s in the front chest harness’ tie. With the excess rope he pulls it taught down my torso and lays the end of it at my feet.

        “Lift your hips” he says and without thinking my body does just as he asked. He slowly pulls my panties off trailing his fingers gently down my legs in the process tickling me. I squirm a little but he tosses them to the side. 

        Grabbing the end of the rope that is unused he lifts my ankle, both in one hand. Using the other he wraps the remaining rope around them and ties to secure. Once I can’t pull them away he tightens the part that goes along my torso so my knees are pulled to my chest slightly. I can’t fully extend my legs without pulling on my wrists. 

        I can hear him rustling around before I feel my headphones placed over my ears. I shake my head back and forth a bit, testing my ropes and getting as comfortable as I can given the position. Suddenly Ramstien starts playing loudly in my ears.

        I lay there waiting and my breathing quickens with anticipation, as he grabs what he needs. Suddenly, I feel something trailing up and down my chest and stomach. It tickles, not like when someone is physically tickling you, but in the way that something is grazing just ever so slightly across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

        The feeling disappears and I move my head to face in the direction I know he is. I can’t see and the darkness is making me feel dizzy. Or maybe thats the shots from earlier, I don’t know, my mind can’t think. Just as my face turns, I feel a solid thud feeling on my outer right thigh. I gasp in a sharp breath and my body sags into the bed.

        THUD - THUD - THUD

        Three more hits follow and I gasp with each one. Then I feel something hard cold trailing across my tits. It disappears and just as quick as the others…THWACK and I feel a stingy impact against my left breast. I gasp in another breath and slowly release it. As soon as all the air is out of my lungs he hits me with it again, the other breast this time. The stinging sensation slowly spreading across my chest.

        He continues alternating between the two different types of impact as ‘the best of ramstein’ plays in my ears, drowning out any possible thoughts. My body starts to shake as he moves lower with each smack. Slowly making his way lower and lower on my body. He completely ignores my throbbing pussy as he hits down my legs. The stinging sensation covers my entire front now.

        I rub my wet thighs together as I squirm around. Each hit hitting somewhere new. He spreads my legs and inserts something cold inside me. When I feel him spread me open for him I realize what he is doing. ‘Fuck me’ I think to myself as he puts our wevibe chorus plus wearable vibrator inside my needy pussy. He turns it to the lowest setting. Not enough to get me off but enough to piss me off. I press my thighs together trying to grind against the sensation, just as he smacks my legs hard again with the more rigid tool he was using, I think it’s our paddle but I can’t be sure. I whimper squirming more, desperate for any kind of friction I can muster.

        I feel his warm hand trail gently across my reddened skin. Stopping when he gets to my inner thighs. His touch feels soft and gentle, a complete contrast to the situation. His grip tightens on my thighs and forcefully opens them. When I no longer feel his presence right there and i sigh into the bed, relaxing my thighs and legs open. He grabs what I believe to be our flogger and raises it, bringing it down on my pussy. I scream out and snap my legs shut. “Daddyyyy” I whimper as he shoves them open again. 

        THUD - THUD - THUD

        Three quick hits to my pussy has me crying into my blindfold. They’re not as hard as the others but the sensitive skin stings. 

        Suddenly I feel a shock on my outer right thigh. I jump and pull my leg away from him as best as I can. He grabs my right ankle and pulls me back to him, shocking me again, in the stomach this time. I flinch and whimper as the sensation changes again.

        I feel something soft and warm being rubbed against my arm. After some thinking I realize it’s the tip of his hard cock. The butterflies in my stomach get more restless at the thought. ‘finally yes he’s going to touch me’ I think to myself. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. Desperate to feel something of him. I can hear him chuckle as the song that was playing ends and I smile slightly.

        His presence disappears again and I move around, testing my limits. He returns and opens my mouth, and shoves something large and silicone into it. My tongue explores the back of it and my jaw stretches to accommodate it. We don’t have a gag so I wonder to myself ‘what is this, what could he have found to use on me?’ ‘What do we have that is this size?’ He taps my hands getting my attention and pulls the thing from my mouth. Touching each hand with something I realize what it was. I have a set of 3 plugs. ‘That must’ve been one of those’ I think to myself. Then I realize, he’s asking me something. I can’t hear him, but he’s asking which I want. They’re different sizes…I choose the smaller of the two and he shoves it into my mouth again.

        He returns to my legs, gripping them hard enough to leave bruises. He spreads my legs roughly removing the remote control toy. I sag into the bed at the loss of pleasure and whimper, thinking he’s going to fuck me. I scoot my butt back some preparing for his size just as I feel something cold and silicone enter me. It turns on and the nub hits my clit, making me realize it’s my rabbit toy. I moan into the plug in my mouth, instantly grinding against the stronger vibration. 

        Gripping my chin he tilts my head back, he pulls the plug from my mouth for just a moment. I feel something cold rests against my lips just as cold liquid pours into my mouth. I quickly realize it’s his mead. He wants me more drunk….I swallow the mouthful he gives me and choke slightly, and just as I catch my breath he shoves the plug back into my mouth. 

        I’m so needy, I can already feel something building in the pits of my stomach. I smile around the plug thinking this was it. Just as I am about to cum all over my rabbit toy I feel it get removed. “Please” I try to say around the plug in my mouth, but I don’t think he can understand me.

        He grabs my ankles in a punishing grip as he shoves my knees to my chest. I feel the bed dip with his weight as he climbs onto it with me, sitting between my legs. Reaching down he finds my swollen clit and pinches it. I whimper and arch my back. So desperate for him to use me. My body is shaking and I can’t think full thoughts anymore. 

        I feel him pull the rabbit out and line his cock up with my entrance. I can feel just how wet he’s made me for him. With no warning he thrusts all the way into me. I gasp, no matter how long it’s been, I will never get used to his size. My inner walls ache with need as he slowly moves in and out. Ramstein still pounding in my ears. I adjust my legs and try my best to work with him, pushing myself further down on him, trying to make him go faster. ‘I need it’ I think to myself. ‘Fuckkk how much longer’ I wonder as the familiar feeling returns to the pit of my stomach. ‘I’m supposed to ask first, how am I supposed to ask’ I panic thinking to myself just as the orgasm starts building to its peak. 

        I’m trying so hard to hold on as his speed increases. I try to use the tips of my fingers to pull the plug from my mouth so I can ask but he notices and clamps a hand over my mouth to hold it in place. I whimper and breath out through my nose just as the orgasm rips through my body. All the muscles in my body seize up and contract, but he dosn’t let up. His ruthless pace continues as he absolutely destroys me.

        Animalistic noises that I don’t even recognize leave my lips. My voice getting gravely as I nearly scream my way through another orgasm. I am panting, my chest rising and falling rapidly. The headphones have fallen off one ear and I can hear him grunting and growling under his breath slightly. It’s like music to my ears instantly making me wetter. 

        ‘Please fill me’ I think to myself, wanting nothing more than to please him, make him as happy as I can and right now the way I can do that is by being the best set of holes I can. I feel another orgasm building in my stomach but I try to ignore it.

        He reaches forward, grabbing one of the criss crosses of the rope to pull me against him, making each thrust even more brutal. His pace quickens and I feel him getting harder as my pussy starts contracting, my body betraying me as another orgasm rips through my body. He cums inside me, and leans down kissing my forehead.

        He stays inside me for a moment, catching his breath and he pulls the blindfold off my eyes. The light making them sting. Removing the plug from my mouth he grabs the medium size one from the top of the nightstand. He reaches between my legs and plugs his cum inside my pussy while he unties me. Once I am free of the rope he tells me to go shower and he will meet me there in just a moment.

        I get up on shakey legs and fall back to the bed, giggling slightly. I make my way to the bathroom and turn on the warm water just as he comes in the room with my favorite pj’s. He climbs in the shower behind me. 

        “You did so good for me, I am so proud of you babygirl” he says in my ear as the water flows over my body. My body gives out slightly and I fall into his arms. He holds me up while helping me rinse off and get clean. Afterwards, when we had stepped out, he starts sprinkling some of my epsom salts into the tub and follows it with bubbles. 

        “Sit in here and relax, ok?” He says to me meeting my eyes.

        “Yes Daddy” I say with a weak smile as he grabs my hand helping me into the tub. The water is warm and stings my body. 

        “Stay in as long as you want baby, I’m right outside if you need anything.” He says as he leaves the room before quickly returning with my water. “I love you darling” he says before leaving me for good to take my bath. 

        As I soak in the bubbles I relive every second of the encounter, tracing the bruises that cover my body. Smiling to myself, proud that I was able to handle everything he wanted to do to me…

        Eventually, the night softened. The warmth of the bath, the quiet, and the feeling of finally being able to breathe again brought me gently back to myself. Everything that had happened was behind me, but somehow it still felt close enough to touch. 

        Some memories don’t fade with time. They linger in the quiet moments, tucked beneath the surface until something brings them back. And maybe that’s why I’m writing this one down. So I can leave it here, in the dark, and let the memory belong to the page instead of carrying it alone.