A tasteful torment in the dark

I just love to see how my mistress is always in the mood for games, but sometimes I’m a little scared not knowing how they will be like. Nevertheless, what she wants is what will be, because I will follow her in the darkest of her dreams and I will worship her every step.

She just came from shopping today, while I sat at home and prepared the scenery for a play on which I had no information about. All I had to do is clear the room and put our “pleasure chair” in the center. Pretty easy I thought, perhaps I’m in for another game of tease and denial, or perhaps she wants to tie me up and torment my sight with her gorgeous body while I’m unable to do anything. I can’t guess this, it will do me more harm than good. Entering through the door with a kinky smile on her face and looking at me from toes to hair on my head, she ordered me to throw my clothes away and get on that chair. Oh, so now the game begins… she didn’t even change her clothes, meaning that she’s looking forward to this.

I did what she said and in a second I was wearing a blindfold and waiting. The game was simple: I had to guess, but what I had to guess was still an enigma. “You can’t use your hands or anything else, just have to guess. I forbid you to move anything other than your lips”. Knowing this, that chair began to feel like a burden to my skin, the instrument that holds me tight and unable to move, even though I had all the liberty in the world. My breath was starting to be the only sound I could hear, she moves so graceful that even felines could learn something from her. Suddenly I could her breathing too, close to my face, so close that the thin air was blowing all my thoughts to the walls. She whispers in my ear “you’ll have to guess what this is”, pressing a cold and almost hard ball on my chest, rolling it up and down slowly, making my skin crawl and raising all my hair. What was that after all? I had the tendency to move my chest forward but I remembered that she didn’t allow that. Couldn’t move back either to take a second and think, by back was already stuck to the chair. Could be a fruit? Yes, it’s a fruit, but which one? How the hell can I think when I feel her so close to me, knowing her godlike sculpted is in front of mine and her shapes hunt my thoughts making impossible anything else? “It’s an orange” I said, thinking of her perfect round and firm breasts… Nothing! Did I guess it? Of course not, that’s why she pinched my nipple and twisted a little bit. “No Slave, it’s not an orange. Every time you miss, something will happen to you”. Oh, so this is the game. I’m not sure I want to guess because I’m addicted to her treatment, but then again, if I don’t try, she might think I don’t obey and this is not something I want to let her think.

Another cold fruit was pressing against my cheeks this time, it was smaller and sticky and I could swear it was sweet too. I started to breathe louder and with more panic… thinking of another pinch on my nipples but realizing also that my privates are exposed. This kinky math wasn’t so good now, pinching, privates… “A cherry, it’s a cherry”. Again, nothing. Well, here it goes, she’s going to punish me again. “Are you sure?”. Oh c’mon, now I guessed it? “No…” I felt something sweet on my lips, warm and wet, somehow pungent but so good that a whole thrill wondered across my body. “It’s… I don’t know what it is”. The silence was unbearable… “You don’t even want to take another guess? Have I not made myself understood? Let’s make this a little harder…”

She took my blindfold away, it was dark in the room also, only a small light in a corner behind her, allowing me to see her shape but not her face, giving me a glance of this insanely beautiful body when she moved a little. Of course, she knows I live for her and I wouldn’t need my eyes if I couldn’t see her no more. How am I supposed to think about something else now? It’s not like she knows me too well, but she knows herself very good and she’s playing that card.

She takes that fruit again, playing with it on my lips while her mouth is an inch far from my ear, asking me “what is it?”. She’s bending over, the poor little light is failing on her back, reflecting on her soft skin. I’m stuck on that, my eyes can’t move away and I even forget what she’s doing now for a few seconds.
“A cherry”. She puts it between her lips, presses them against mine and pushes that small fruit with her tongue in my mouth. Hell and Heaven caught me between them and they are squeezing my body, I’m tormented with pleasure, I want to explode and reassemble myself so I can feel this heavenly devilish pleasure forever. So this is my reward…

Now I’m torn up between two decisions. I need her punishments, I need to feel like her slave in every second of my existence, but also I like when she rewards me, and this kind of gift doesn’t com often. What should I do? Try harder to guess or don’t bother and enjoy every bit of punishment she has for me? Oh… I get it now… This is the actual punishment, letting me struggle with my thoughts, watching my while I battle with my mind and enjoying her power over me… But still, what am I going to do?