A Night to Remember

As usual, you hadn't told me the details of what you had planned. Only that we were going to the event and were doing a scene together.

We arrived a little later than usual as you took care in packing for the event. Nothing too much out of the ordinary: hood, gag, impact toys, wand, restraints. I was comfortable with all of that.

We said our greetings and headed to a playroom almost immediately after I had changed into something a little more appropriate for the environment: heels, stockings, no panties, corset and, of course, my collar.

I helped you lay out everything you had brought before you applied restraints to my hands and attached them together in front of me. You asked me to turn around before you placed the hood on me.

I've always loved being hooded, especially with this specific one. Eyes covered, so I am completely oblivious to my surroundings, but mouth free to allow me to scream, cry, moan or have you push your cock into me.

You told me to stand against the wall whilst you went to grab a drink. Standing alone, unable to see, is slightly terrifying. Not knowing who may be looking into the room.

I won't lie. I was already wet at the thought of what was to come.

It felt like forever until you returned, but it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes. However, you weren't alone. You had a woman with you.

I didn't recognise the voice. I stayed silent, wondering if you had just bumped into someone and they were going to leave, until I heard you say to her, “Undress and lie down on your back, legs open.”

“Daddy?” escapes my mouth.

I feel your presence in front of me, immediately comforting me.

“Today, you are going to be a useful slut. You are to please her when I tell you to, you are to lick her clean when I tell you to, and you are to be a piece of furniture when I tell you to. Do you understand, slut?”

I pause before replying. I couldn't help but pause. The thought of doing exactly what you requested of me immediately made my cunt throb, but I've never heard you play with someone else before.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I say it before I have second thoughts.

“Good girl,” I hear.

The words are not directed at me but at the unknown woman who is clearly lying naked, legs spread, in front of you. What I would give to hear those words aimed at me.

I feel a tug on the restraints pulling me forward before your hand wraps around my hair, pushing my head down.

“Get her nice and wet for me, slut,” you say.

My head is so close to her cunt at this point that I can already smell how wet she is.

I place my hands just underneath her bum and start kissing her cunt, appreciating how smooth it is and how sweet she tastes.

Despite not having been with a woman in a long time, I find that licking cunt is a little like riding a bike. You never forget how to do it.

“Is she doing a good job?” I hear you say.

“Yes, Sir, she is,” the body my face is buried in replies.

I'm rewarded by a plug being pushed into my ass. I'm pretty sure it's the biggest one we have, or at least it certainly feels that way. It immediately makes my cunt drip even more. Three weeks of being constantly edged and not allowed to orgasm will do that.

You allow me to lick her cunt for only a minute or two more before dragging me back by my hair. Her juices cover my mouth and I can only assume the front of the hood is shiny with them.

You push me back against the wall once more. My ass seems to suck the plug in even further, causing a little of my wetness to escape the lips of my cunt and drip down my leg.

“Needy little cunt, aren't you? Place your hands out, palms up, and do not drop anything I place in them.”

With my hands raised, you slowly start to place items in them. Flogger, cane, a riding crop maybe. I can only focus on not dropping what you have handed me.

Your hand drifts to my cunt, rubbing your fingers between my lips and coating them before forcefully pushing them inside me. You finger-fuck me until my legs start to buckle. You know I'm getting close to cumming. You stop just as I get to the edge, as you've done many times before.

You laugh as you pull them out of me.

“Look how wet licking your cunt has made my little denial slut,” you say.

I can only assume you've pushed your fingers inside her mouth from the gagging sounds I hear from her.