He sat there with a blind fold on…..he could hear her breathing, hear her movements, smell her perfume. She was one of a kind, he’d seen other women from online before, but she was the first who captured his attention, truly. They met at a hotel, like they always did, he had laid her fee tucked neatly in an enevelope on the bar in the suite. She smiled, watching him knowing full well he was nervous, she might enjoy this too much. She loved control, she loved control more than life itself sometimes. There was something to be said for a woman who could make a man quiver at the sight of her, and she did that often, just for the hell of it. Some men hated her, some feared her, she didn’t care who liked or didn’t like her. Men were a dime a dozen, easily controlled with a few kind words, a view of some flesh, and promises to excuse behavior that wasn’t proper at home. But this one was special. She’d worked her ass off to gain his trust, it took years to get him to even speak on the phone. She allowed him control to keep his interest piqued, and here he was….her ultimate prize. And here he sat in a chair, hands tied to the arms, blindfolded, and unable to control anyone any where. She smiled and removed the blindfold. She’d poured him a drink, smiling she walked over and removed the ballgag allowing him to drink. She grabbed his hair, pulling his head back so that it rested against her chest, slowly pouring the single malt scotch down his throat. She stood up…..watching him wiggle, she knew he was mad, but hell, he’d pissed her off. All the sweet little lies he’d told thousands of women, how they were all each special, he’d worked hard to keep up that facade. She had his number the first day they met online, he was smooth in his online nic, and well played with his charm and wit. She walked over and poured another drink thinking what to do to punish him……….she smiled…..she had it. Men were visual creatures…….she loved that. She turned the chair towards the bed and placed his blindfold back over his eyes. She whispered” Now, you get to hear me, smell me and want me, but you have to sit here and not do a thing about it. For if you do, Darlin, I’ll lay a blow to your bare knuckles.” She smiled let her robe fall to the floor, she knew he could hear the shimmer of the material as it fell. She sat on the bed, opening her toy box, she pulled out her favorite toy, bringing it to her lips, letting him hear her moans as she ran her tongue over the tip of the toy…..She smiled, she wanted him to see this…….she walked over and whipped off the blindfold, smiling raising one brow. She turned letting him see full view of her nude body, watching his face as she slide the toy past her lips. Her eyes were drawn to his cock standing at attention, she smiled. She crawled over to his chair watching his face, she smacked his cock, not hard, but hard enough his eyes widened at the sound. She leaned back, giving him full view of her cunt, wet and slightly opened. She slide the toy over her clit, moaning, she looked at his face, it was pure torture for him to sit there and not utter a word. She would push him until he moaned. She slide the toy back in her mouth, using her fingers to play with her clit, watching his face. He tried to look away, but he was drawn to her game. She took the toy and slide it inside her cunt, feeling the vibrations as her walls opened up to receive the toy. She smiled, her face showed she had another idea. She knew his cock would be standing at attention again, again she crawled over to his chair. He worked hard not to flinch thinking she would slap his cock again. Instead she placed the blindfold back over his eyes…..she walked behind his chair, running her nails over his back, she gently pushed his chair over towards the bed, his back was facing the end of the bed. She in turn, walked in front of him, her fingers in her cunt the entire time, placing one finger at his lips. He knew if he tried to lick her finger, she’d smack him again. She straddled him swiftly and pushed her wet cunt over his hardened cock. He moaned, he gasped knowing he screwed up. She smacked his face, smiling to herself, she moved her hips swiftly, knowing she needed to cum. She fucked his cock for a few moments feeling him grow ever engorged, she stopped. His face was telling her the story she was looking for. The poor son of a bitch was truly tortured. She smiled feeling generous, she moved her hips over his, slowly at first, leaning in whispering “You can cum now, Darlin” she moved faster and harder until she felt thick ribbons of his seed shoot through her vaginal walls. When both parties returned to normal breathing, she smiled, removing the blindfold. She said” How was that, oh Divine Teacher?” Smirking, she untied him, kissed his forehead and went to the shower………..
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