A Dark Play By Play…

He put the blindfold over my eyes and I was transported to a cellar in his castle. I was his prey, nervously laying on the butcher block anticipating my demise.

He slowly traced his cold long metal knife up my calves and gently swirled it across the back of my thighs. I released a soft sigh as I felt the cold tip sliding up in between my legs. With a jolt Sir cut off my black lace thong and quickly sliced the straps of my bra. As he delicately removed the fabric from underneath my body, the friction moving across my nipples made them harden. I laughed and stated “I’ve never been so turned on by a knife before.”

Sir silently replied by grazing the blade across my shoulder and down my ribs making my body quiver.

I could feel the temperature of the room heating up and I was quietly hauled to the blacksmith’s forge. Grandly walks in Sir the Fire Wizard humming a mysterious tune. I could feel his presence over my body and became instantly aroused by the heat of the flames. Majestically he moved the flame up and down my body. The tempo of his caresses and the passes of the flames felt as if he is preforming a sacred ritual and I was the sacrifice. I must have been blessed, as I was rewarded piece of fruit . “Open your mouth”, Sir directed.

As I chewed, I savored what seemed to be the best green grape in the world. He graciously offered me water and splashed a little on me, letting me know he was still in control.

There’s nothing like a good rest break to make you realize that your mind, body, and soul is aroused. My pussy was soaking wet, the sheets underneath me were damp with pleasure.

A dark eerie feeling took over the room as if a shadow was present. Count Sir appeared over my head, directing me to lift up my hands. Like a good girl, I clasped my hands together and raised them as high as I could. “Good girl”, he replied. “Just like that.”

Count Sir began to tie my hand with a rope. Notably inspecting it to ensure it was properly secured.

With my hands now literally tied, a vulnerable and thrilling feeling swept over me. It had been years since I’ve been bound, it’s usually me doing the restraining. It felt surprisingly breathtaking to trust someone with control. I felt safe, my nervous system was calm but extremely excited. The best word to describe it is Marvelous.

Pleasantly, I’m brought back to the reality that I’m definitely in the dungeon. Count Sir lurks over me and I feel a cold subtle stinging followed by the smoothness of his hand. I imagine this is what it’s like to be enchanted by a vampire. The way Sir toyed with my body turned me heavily on. I instantly wanted to grab him as this seduction was encouraging my mind to take control. I tried to raise, forgetting that I was securely fastened to the table. With authority he stated, “don’t jump at me, better yet, lift your hips and spread your legs.” I anxiously replied. “Yes, Sir.” Quickly getting into position. Sir shifted into some type of mad scientist.

The way he experimented with different toys and tested out his theory of how I would react was award winning. I was struggling to keep it all in, determined not to rapidly cum. “Breathe” he said softly and gently lowered my legs. I appreciated the way Sir studied me, his level of care had a sweetness to it and he gave me what I needed.

The mixture of intimidation and generosity was the perfect potion and Sir marvelously had curated the secret recipe.

“Do you want to play a game? “He vaguely asked. “I’m always down for a challenge.” I boastfully replied. “Did you forget your manners?” He asked in a direct voice. I girlishly responded, “ yes, Sir, I mean no, Sir. Yes, I would like to play a game with you Sir.” With a smile in his voice, he rewarded me with another piece of fruit and said, “good girl.”

I was not expecting that game to be that intense. I had to cheer myself on. “Just breathe girl you got this.” I was doing so good, until I adjusted the blindfold down.

what did I do that for?

“Go ahead and take that off, you need to see who’s doing this to you.” Sir commanded.

Once again, “yes, Sir” I obliged . Off went the blindfold and my legs up towards the ceiling. Watching him made the game even harder. I continued to encourage myself and focus on my breathing. I knew my only job in this moment was to just be, if I could control my breath my body would take heed and I would win.

He put his hand around my neck and I almost lost it all. I swear he doesn’t play fair. As if he was reading my mind, he looked me dead in my eyes and said, “breathe”. I needed the reminder, as I gathered my breath and my thoughts I opened my eyes and I was in a stare down.

Gazing down at me were the most intensely gentle eyes brown eyes I’ve seen.

I lost that war, closing my eyes and shifting my arms. Noticing my small discomfort, Sir freed my hands , rewarded me with a strawberry, and prepared for battle.

The gloves were off at this point, this was a test of strength. I was free, able to move about. I held on as long as I could, wanting to feel him, I reached out and touched his chest. I was instantly zapped with a compelling energy. It traveled through my body and I could no longer hold on. I humbly requested, “Sir, can I cum?” “Yes, you may” he replied.

My soul left my body. The old me had died and what remained was the liberated, opinionated, expressive, and fun version of me. She had been buried underneath fear, mistrust, and responsibility.

Sir helped me sit up and offered me some water. With my legs swinging off the table, I caught my composure. I looked over at him with a smile and said, “Thank you Sir”“You’re such a good girl”, he devilishly replied. Intoxicated by this renewed feeling, I was blinded by the fact that the game was not over but had just begun.