I watch as he moves and picks up the blindfold, my body shaking as he places it over my eyes. Gripping my hands, he ties them above my head, and then there's just the sound of him walking around the room.
Each time I hear something move, I question what it is, and if he will use it. I hate not being able to see, but at the same time, I crave it.
The hard tap against my c**t has me jumping and screaming, I prepare myself for it again, only it hits my breast.
I feel his breath against my ear as he chuckles. “And that is why you need a blindfold, it adds to the feeling. You can't anticipate where it will be next.” His words end, and I scream, feeling the whip hit.
“Or what I will use next.” I don't care what he uses next as long as he hurries the f**k and does it. My body jumps as the cro
