Safe Word: Can I be Vulnerable with you?

Episodes 3

Episode 3

She walked out of the bathroom, feeling his gaze on her again. She sat on the edge of the love chair, sipping her champagne. “You look like you need to relax,” MK said, approaching her with a blindfold in his hand. “Trust is the foundation of what we’re about to do.” He leaned down and whispered into her ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. She nodded, and he gently placed the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. “Take off the dress,” he instructed, his voice now firm, but still gentle. Karabo felt her hands shaking as she stood up and pulled off the shoulder straps and let the dress slide to the floor. She was now only in the thong panties, the blindfold, lace elbow gloves and the plug, feeling more exposed than she had ever been. Her chocolate skin glowed in the dim light, her breasts heaving with every breath she took. He stepped closer to her, and she could feel his presence, his power. “Now, give me your hand. For the duration of this experience, you will only address me as Daddy or Sir, do you understand?” She nodded and whispered ‘Yes, Daddy’.

He led her to the side zoned as a bedroom of the apartment, the leather of the gloves and the softness of the carpet under her bare feet feeling strange and sensual. “Now, let’s begin,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation. “Do you remember your SAFE WORD?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied, “CHOCOLATE”. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. “Now, let’s see how well you can follow instructions.” He said as he took her by the arm to the bed which had restraints with leather and velvet. “Now lie down,” he said nicely positioning her in the middle of the bed facing upward.

The material of the bedcover felt cool against her skin as she lay down. She heard the sound of buckles and then he grabbed her right hand and cuffed her. “You should say when it is too tight,” he said as he did the same to the left hand. She felt the velvet material of the cuffs against her wrists. She nodded, biting her lip as the excitement grew. “Spread your legs,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding. She obeyed, and he continued to cuff her ankles. She was both nervous and excited, her heart racing. “So far you are doing well, and good girls go to heaven.” He said as he caressed her cheek. “But for now heaven can wait,” he added with a chuckle as he moved away from her. Her mind was creating visions and images of what is happening to her. The blindfold deprived her of the visual aspect of the scene, heightening her other senses. She felt the soft touch of something cold and metallic against her skin as he began to explore her body. She couldn’t make out what could it be, but it was sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation through her. “You have a beautiful body,” he murmured.

He then moved the vibrating metallic object into her inner thighs and her body jolted at the unexpected sensation. “Is this part of the submission?” she asked, her voice shaky. The object soon found its way on to the material of the thong. MK slowly moved the object around her pubic area. She could feel a different kind of electricity building up inside her. She arched her body, “This is the beginning of your journey to self discovery.” He whispered. In a moment the metallic object was humming between her p***y lips but on top of the lacy thong. Some vibrations hit the c**t and she let out a loud moan. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice filled with amusement. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice strained with desire. He chuckled again and moved the object away. “Patience,” he said.

He then left the room, leaving her there, tied up, blindfolded and anticipating his return. The silence was deafening, and she could only hear the sound of her own breathing, the thumping of her heart. She didn’t know what to expect next, but she knew she wanted it, she needed it.

The sound of his shoes clicking on the tiles as he walked back in made her skin prickle with anticipation. “Now, let’s get started,” he said, his voice closer than before, sending a thrill down her spine. “But remember, your SAFE WORD is CHOCOLATE. Use it if you need to.” She nodded, her heart racing even faster. And with that, she heard the sound of something being unzipped, and she knew she was in for the night of her life. She felt the coolness of something on her hips. He had a pair of scissors and he cut off the strings of her thong. She got a mixture of fear and anticipation. He then pulled off the thong and her p***y was smiling at him with glistening lips as if it says come and kiss me. “Oh you are so wet, baby.” He said in amazement.

She felt his warm hand on her stomach, moving down to her wetness, and she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips. “It’s okay, let go.” he whispered. And with that, she did, giving in to the sensations that he was about to give her.

“I am now going to take off your buttplug, are you ready?” “Yes, Daddy.” She whispered, feeling the anticipation building up. She felt the plug being pulled out slowly, the stretching sensation making her gasp. “Good girl,” he praised again. She heard him placing it aside and then the sound of something wet. ‘What is he doing?’ she wondered. She felt something thick and hard being pushed gently against her wet p***y. “Ready?” he asked. She nodded and then felt herself being filled up as he pushed in a girthy dildo. “Oh my God,” she moaned. He was playing it slow and steady, building up her excitement. She could feel every inch of it inside her, stretching her walls. “You are doing so well,” he said, his voice filled with approval. “I am going to stroke you with this D, whatever energy you feel building up, let it go. Just remember CHOCOLATE if it gets too much.” Karabo felt her body responding to his commands, the dildo moving in and out of her, the vibrations from the metallic object still playing with her c**t. Her breathing grew shallower, and she felt her climax approaching. “I’m going to come,” she gasped. “Come for me, baby,” he urged, his voice a mix of dominance and care. And with that, she did. Her body convulsed with pleasure, and she screamed out his name. “Daddy!” she cried as she came, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. She had never felt anything so intense before. Her body was covered in sweat, and she was panting. The feeling of release was overwhelming. “You did so well,” he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. “But we’re just getting started.”