The List 23: It Eyes are for Being Blindfolded

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Previously: Finally, somewhere, the sensation started to fade. It couldn’t last, never did, but it would be there again. She dropped the paddle on the floor, and moved in front of him. She lifted up the bucket again, but this time worked the clamp loose and pulled it out of his nose. “Ugh.” Her face crinkled and she tilted her head back. “Go wash your face, blow your nose, and hurry back. I need to do something about those pretty eyes.”

He stumbled back into the bedroom with beads of water on his hairline and chin. She whistled and motioned him over. He walked over to where she stood and dropped to his knees, scooting the last couple of feet.

She wrapped the elastic band of the sleep mask around his head and centered the black pads over his eyes, wrapped a scarf over the mask, and followed with duct tape that clamped against itself and pulled the cloth down tighter.

“We’re going to play a game now, it’s called Mouth or Ass. I’m going to hold up an object, and you tell me if you want it used on your mouth, or your ass.”

He leaned towards her, and thought the words over carefully. “Am I allowed to change my mind, ma’am?”

Her laugh floated across the room. “Sure, but I think the more important question is if you are allowed to try to change my mind.”

“Am I? Allowed to try to change your mind, ma’am?” He turned his head slightly, trying to find her in the darkness.

She bit her lip, and looked at him. Scenarios bounced back and forth in her mind. Did she want to control him, or let him make the choices? Which was more appealing, to own his body and inflict it, or let him make his own decisions and suffer the consequences? Finally, she shrugged and cleared her throat. “If you ask very, very nicely, I suppose I might change my mind. I might even be persuaded to give you hints, if you ask very nicely.” The middle ground seemed best, she could always make the choice on the fly and pretend it was what she had intended all along.

She plowed on before she could start to second guess herself. “First up. Mouth or ass?”

He shrugged, paused, and then sank to his knees. “May I please have a hint ma’am?”

“Ooh, on your knees? I like you like that, but I can’t get to your mouth easily. Try another position and ask again.”

He stood back up carefully, then leaned forward and put his hands on his knees. “May I please have a hint ma’am?”

“How do you like the taste of hair?”

He grinned, imagining running his tongue along her slit, the short hair teasing his chin and rubbing against his lips. “Mouth please, ma’am.” His head jerked as the hard bristles of the hair brush slid into his mouth.

Her mouth clamped down on his hair, jerking his head back into place and shoving her hairbrush into his mouth. She explored his gullet and violated his mouth, scraping the hard bristles along his tongue and cheek, letting them push against his teeth. She slid it back into his mouth slowly, letting stray hairs and debris fall off the bristles into his mouth, and waited until it just barely… triggered his gag reflex. His throat convulsed and she let the hairbrush fall out of his mouth, grinning down at him. “Were you expecting something else?”

His tongue worked its way in and out of his mouth, with his face making a sour frame around it. “Yes ma’am, may it please try to change your mind?”

“Ooh, I suppose.” She clenched her jaw, watching his expression and holding the laugh deep inside her. Her hand let go of his hair, and she stepped back, then poked his chin with the hairbrush. He jumped and the laugh escaped, and she took another step back. “Well?”

He sank back to his knees, then his hands, then slowly turned in what he hoped was a circle so his face was away from her. “Please ma’am, use the hairbrush on its ass. It deserves to be disciplined and beaten.”

She ran the flat part of the brush along his ass-cheeks, and hummed to herself. “It’s a start, but I’m not quite convinced. Why do you deserve to be disciplined and beaten?”

He felt his thoughts getting fuzzy, the humiliating words rushing to get out of his mouth, fighting his instincts not to say them. “I watch disgusting internet pornography — Ah!” The hairbrush crashed into his already tenderized ass, and he lurched forward.

The hard plastic left a bright red imprint, and her words got cold and flat. “Well, keep convincing me. Or I’ll shove this down your throat until you puke.”

“Ugh, I’m a horrible person.” Splat, pain seared across his body again. “I play with my disgusting cock in the shower.” And again. “I actually get pleasure from jerking off that revolting piece of flesh.” And again.

Each sentence, each confession, ended in searing pain. He debased and humiliated himself, cataloging failures and perceived failures, and she administered pain for each one. The beating went on until he was sobbing, gasping the words out between choking sounds. He confessed to being a whore, of fantasizing about women forcing themselves on him, of jerking himself off while thinking of being chained to a urinal where they pissed on him and he licked his food off a filthy bathroom floor, of cleaning the floor with his tongue, licking up mud and piss and the sexual fluids of strangers. Of begging to be spit and pissed on just to wash the taste out of his mouth. Of the chain being unlocked one day, and just crawling to a corner and starting to lick the floor again.

She kept hitting him with the hairbrush, helping him turn the shame and humiliation into a physical pain he could survive, that would fade. His ass turned pink, then red, then black and blue as blood vessels popped and tissue bruised. She listened to him sink lower and lower for her, wondering how far he would go, loving the sounds of his sobs and words, ready to pull him back up if he needed it.

Eventually he couldn’t speak, and she kept beating him to the rhythm they had established. Finally, when he couldn’t even gasp or cry anymore, she stopped and gently ran her hand down his spine up to his head. She jerked his head up by his hair, and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “My god a disgusting animal.”

He moaned and leaned closer to her, and she bit down on his ear playfully. “I can’t believe I let something as disgusting as you near my cunt. As a matter of fact, I think it’s time your head went into the bag.”

Preview: Heads are for being stuffed in a bag. Wasn’t that a Joe Pesci movie?

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Coin Operated

This originally appeared in the K is for Kinky anthology by Cleis Press (they asked for non-exclusive rights and it was five years ago, republishing here is on the up and up just in case anyone was wondering).

“Kneel down baby, and do exactly what I say.” She licked her lips as he dropped to his knees, then grabbed his head with both hands and moved his face up until his eyes met her own.

“Oh baby, I’m going to play with you tonight.”  She purred in anticipation, and pulled his head to her breasts.  She could feel his warm breath through her shirt, and his trembling excited her.  Her hands held him there, letting her anticipation build, imagining the scene in her mind until her breathing grew heavy and she was rubbing her thighs together, the denim jeans making a raspy counterpoint to her deep breaths.

She pushed his head back, told him, “Stay.”  Reached behind her and grabbed a paper bag, fished around in it until she found the nipple clamps.  They were the clover kind that just got tighter the harder you pulled, and the mere thought of how much he hated and lusted for them made her wet.  “Put them on for me baby.”

His hands trembled as she stretched her leg forward and gently massaged his cock with her foot until he groaned and leaned back, all thoughts of covering his nudity forgotten.  As he brought the clamp closer to the sensitive nub of flesh on his chest, she started rubbing harder.  He opened the clamp and she slid her foot under him to gently massage his balls as well.  The clamp embraced his nipple and his excited moans turned to a hiss of pain. 

“Come on, now the other one.”  Her foot stopped moving, only starting her gentle strokes when he began to bring the clamp towards its target, stopping when he stopped, watching his face and smiling when he clamped down the nipple.  The chain connecting them danced and swayed in time with his hoarse, gasping breath.

“Stand up now.”  He stood up on unsteady feet, and she pulled him closer by his hard cock.  “Tonight you’re going to be my little coin operated fuck toy.  Say it.”

She watched him close his eyes and lean his head back as she slowly jacked him off, moving her hand rhythmically up and down.  He swallowed hard before he answered, and she thrilled at the uncertainty and fear in his voice.  “Tonight I’m going to be your coin operated fuck toy.”

She trembled a little when she heard the words, and felt a hot flush creep up from her chest into her face.  There was a watch in her hand, and she fiddled with it while he stood silently.  She wrapped the band of the watch around the base of his cock, cinched it tight.  “This is your timer, fuck toy.  Every three minutes, it’ll start vibrating.  That vibrating means you stop fucking.  When I push the snooze button, it’ll stop vibrating, and you start fucking again.  I’ll give you a quarter each time, since you’re a coin operated fuck toy.”

Standing up, she showed him the ball gag first.  Licking it lewdly, she ran her tongue around both sides, letting it shine with her spit.  She sucked it into her mouth, then pulled it out by the straps and watched his eyes widen at the “Pop” it made when it slid past her lips.  “Fuck toys don’t speak.”  He opened his mouth wide, and she slipped the red rubber sphere in and tightened the buckle.  The look of his jaw, so distended and unnatural, the straps making a harsh line around his face made her thighs tremble.

“Fuck toys don’t see.”  She wrapped the blindfold around his head, covering his eyes.

“Fuck toys don’t have hands.”  She could feel the reluctance in his arms as she pulled them behind his back, and rubbed herself on his leg.  Even through her clothing the friction made her moan as she ground hot pussy into his thigh, and she barely forced herself to stop when the resistance went out of his arms.  The handcuffs clicked around his wrist, and she got out the last item, a simple pair of ear plugs.

“Remember toy, the vibration starts, you stop.  I won’t tell you again, and it wouldn’t do any good anyway.  Because fuck toys don’t hear.  A fucktoy just fucks.”  She ran her tongue along his ear lobe and giggled at the moan that escaped the ball gag.  The ear plugs slid in, and she slowly took her clothes off.  Blind, deaf and dumb, his hands taken away, she watched him stand there, waiting for her to turn him on.  

A roll of quarters became an untidy silver circle on the bed stand.  She licked her lips in anticipation and felt her nipples tighten.  He stood over her seat on the edge of the bed, and she found the button that started the watch.  He jumped when it started, the vibrations from the watch were strong, traveling down his cock, into his balls, and back into his body clear to the base of his spine.  Her hand pulled his hardness into her, and she flicked a quarter at him that bounced off his chest.

Her fingers found the snooze button on the watch, and she lay back as the vibrations stopped and he started fucking her.  She closed her eyes, let her hands wander to her breasts, and enjoyed the sensation as he blindly thrust forward, pulled back, and thrust forward again.

She felt her passion building, felt his thrusts growing more frantic and uncontrolled, until the vibrations from the watch alarm traveled down his cock and into her.  He shuddered to a halt, and she slipped away, watching him shake and fight to keep his hips from thrusting his cock into the open air in a desperate search for stimulation.

Her hand wandered down to her clit, and she rubbed herself gently, laughing as the vibrations made his balls tremble and tortured his cock.  Another quarter hit him in the chest and she guided him back in, letting him feel her hand reach down to turn off the timer.  She lingered over the button, pinching his balls and feeling him tense under her hands.  Finally she turned off the watch and lay back, wrapping her legs around his waist as he frantically began fucking the instant the vibration stopped.

She let him fuck, wrapping herself around him and bouncing a quarter off his chest every time she had to turn off the timer to start his thrusting again.  Her orgasms rolled over her, and his followed.  By the fourth time he’d cum, the groans had turned to whimpers and she couldn’t get him hard with her hand anymore.  She leaned forward, and her lips wrapped around his balls, sucking gently and then licking all the way up to the head of his cock.  He tried to step back, to get away from the constant stimulation and orgasms that had turned his pubic region into a throbbing, aching mass.

Her hand wrapped around the chain on the nipple clamps, and she pulled him back to her hard.  She started licking again, gently teasing swirls on the head of his cock followed by long, sensuous strokes all along the length.  She doubled her efforts when she heard him moan, and pulled him in closer with the nipple clamps when he tried to pull away.  Her moans of pleasure were a sultry echo of his gasps of pain.

One hand pulled his head down, and drool ran down the gag onto her heaving breasts, sliding over their contours and running down her stomach.  Her free hand pulled out an earplug, and she brought her lips in close and whispered to him.  “Listen up fuck toy.  The best part of having a toy is breaking it, and I’m going to break you.  I’m going to play with you until you melt, until you collapse on the floor and won’t work no matter how hard I beat you.  Until my little fuck toy is shriveled and useless and burning and aching.  And then I’m going to fix you, all week I’m going to let my fucktoy fill up with cum and lust until he begs me to play with him again.  And then I’m going to break you all over again, and keep fixing you and breaking you until my little coin operated fuck toy can’t be fixed anymore.”

She threw a quarter at him, watched it bounce off his chest and roll across the floor and then pulled him insider her and turned the watch vibration off.      

She lay back and smiled at him.  She saw the pain rolling across him in waves, and watched tears run out from under the blindfold and mix with the drool running around the gag, but he started fucking her.  She sighed and closed her eyes, felt the warm spasms of pleasure roll over her, and wondered how long it would take her to break her new toy.

Preview: It’s another installment of the choose your own adventure series! Tune in for thrills, chills, and… uhm, stuff?

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The Smile

The rope cut into his neck, choking off his breath every time he tried to move away from her. His knees burned from where the carpet ground into them and sweat poured down his face, soaking into the blindfold wrapped around his eyes.

He didn’t know exactly where the next hit would land. She circled him, pulling on the rope to keep him upright, using it to twist his body into position and hurt him wherever she wanted. It was the thin, flexible rod that left the intense, awful stinging sensation and bright lines across his body that ached more after the impact.

Those bright lines criss-crossed his body, tracing sore muscles and broken skin. The tops of his shoulders were layered heavily, and the space between his shoulder blades. His chest had a series of short, sharp lines where she had only hit him with the tip. The front and backs of his legs were a fractal image of broken shapes made by the rod slapping against his skin.

Clothespins littered the floor around them, the small red marks still visible on his skin. She had put them on delicately, one at a time, placing them carefully as the small jaws pinched and crushed the meat of his body. Then she had savagely ripped them off.

His arms were trapped behind his back, rope biting into his skin, chafing and irritating. It immobilized his arms, kept him from defending himself, and gave him something to push against. The muscles in his shoulders strained when his brain screamed at his body to do something, anything, to deal with the pain.

The plug in his ass was fully inflated. It pushed against him from the inside, the hose and bulb dangling outside of him and snaking across the floor like a tether. She would push lightly on it with her foot as she passed by, the hiss of escaping air and slight movement not letting him forget it was lodged in his ass.

His thighs trembled, the Ben Gay on his groin a throbbing sledgehammer. She had rubbed it carefully on his left ball, then grinning, fondled his right ball. The mix of pleasure and pain had sent him into gasping sobs, but now the pleasure was gone and there was only pain. He sobbed and prayed he wouldn’t vomit, and wondered when it would end.

She never told him, but she was waiting for the smile. That was when it would end. The dopamine and endorphin induced grin he got when he finally let go of everything and the pain turned into euphoria. That was what would get her off. That was when she would stop.

And not before.

Preview: It’s our next needley installment of the Choose Your Own Adventure… erm, adventure! It looks like Navaux’s cock has a date with the needle, but might there not be more? Check back Friday and find out.

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