Blindfolded and Bound.

A  Valentine's Slut. (Part 2)

"Do you trust me?" he asks, pulling me to face him. I feel the heat of his breath brush my skin, and I clench my thighs, struggling to control the surge of pleasure building between my legs.

"I do," I say, smiling softly. He cups my face in his hands, kissing me fiercely, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I kiss him back, pressing my hips into his groin. He deepens the kiss for a moment before pulling away.

He holds the kiss for a beat, then steps away from me. He stares at me with lust, and I feel my pussy moisten as I think about everything that could be done to my body tonight.

"Let's go," he says, reaching out to grab my hand, guiding me out of the room.

We step outside, heading toward the car in the driveway. The cool air brushes against my bare skin, and I’m acutely aware that I’m not wearing any underwear. 

I glance around, half-expecting to see one of our neighbors peeking through their windows, but it’s dusk, and the streets are empty. A wave of relief washes over me as I slide into the passenger seat, the smooth leather of the seat cool against my back and thighs.

Before we leave, my husband reaches across and puts a blindfold on me. I swallow hard. 

I can't see anything, and during the drive I wonder if other drivers can see me. Even though the windows are tinted, I feel exposed, and a small shiver runs through my half naked body.

"Are you afraid, Baby?” he asks, still driving. 

"A little," I respond, then add "but my pussy is already wet, so..." I can't see him, but I can feel his smile. I turn my head towards him and reach down to touch my clit through the thin fabric of the dress.

I instantly feel the surge of pleasure, and my lips part slightly. I'm pretty sure that my husband's smile has turned to a grin.

"You know that I love you and would never let anything harm you," he says softly. "And you remember the safe word we agreed on." 

I nod.

The car comes to a stop, and I hear the driver's side door open. My husband comes around to my door and helps me out. I feel the gravel crunch under my shoes as we walk.

The air is warm and there is a soft breeze that moves the dress clinging to my body. We reach a door which my husband opens, then we move through what feels like a large foyer. I hear my heels clicking on the stone floor, and then we stop.

"Hold out your hands." He says. 

I obey, and feel the rope pulled tight around my wrists and then looped between my hands several times.

"Here we go."

I inhale deeply as my husband opens a second door and we move into another room. We walk several steps and stop. He lifts my arms over my head with the rope and I feel the hem of the dress rise almost to my crotch and ass.

"Turn around. Slowly."

I do, and the feeling that I am on display is overpowering. But I don't hear anything except my own breathing. I continue to twirl with my arms raised high. Another shiver ripples through my body.

Then the rope seems to be anchored to something in the ceiling as I stop. I can sense my husband standing in front of me. His fingers trace my cheeks and lips, and then move slowly down to my collarbone.

From there they move lightly over my erect nipples under the dress on their way to my stomach and hips. He moves behind me and runs his fingers over my bare back, down to the crack in my ass.

Then my thighs are touched, first the left, then the right, tantalizingly close to my now dripping pussy. I shiver again. I hated to admit how much I loved being treated like this. It was crazy. 

And then I feel his fingers at the back of my neck as he unties the straps of my dress. I feel the tops of my breasts exposed, but my nipples are still covered. He pauses for a moment, and I stand motionless, trembling.

Then the fabric of the dress slips down over my hard nipples and falls effortlessly to the floor. I stand naked except for the collar and heels.

 For a few seconds nothing happens, then I feel his hands caress my raised arms, my neck, my breasts and stomach and ass and legs. He touches every part of my body except my pussy.

His hands leave my body, then my arms are lowered from the overhead restraint. I am led further into the room. We stop and my husband unties my wrists.

"Climb up and lay on your back."

I reach forward and touch the soft leather of a narrow padded bench. I am intimately familiar with such an apparatus, both as a sub and a dom. There are very few bondage devices that put a naked body in a more exposed and vulnerable position. 

It is designed to support only the torso and head, leaving the arms and legs free to be tied in any number of ways. One end of the bench is slightly lower than the other, and I climb up and lay down with my head at the lower end.

My breathing is shallow. My arms are pulled out and above my head, and my wrists tied tightly. My legs are spread far apart and my ankles are also tied.

There's enough slack for me to slightly bend my knees and elbows. My bare pussy is at the very end of the bench. It is the highest part of my body, easily seen and touched. It is then that I hear the voices in the room for the very first time.

"The rules are simple." My husband's voice is clear and direct. "There won't be any cocks in her pussy or ass. Except for mine. She can't be marked or harmed in any way. Otherwise, all of you may do what you wish with her beautiful body."