Other Side of the Blindfold

True account of a threesome from long ago. My first DP.

I opened the door to Michael’s apartment; I had received my instructions that morning via e-mail; so, I closed the door quietly behind me and began removing my clothes. I could hear the stereo playing above and it prevented me from hearing him moving around if he even was. I eagerly ascended the stairs wearing only my jewelry and my anticipation.

As I stepped into the living room of Michael’s apartment, I was greeted by his familiar, intense stare. He gazed over at me, his eyes canvassing my bare skin, peering into my soul…then he pointed to the floor at his feet. I smiled at him sheepishly, trying not to let my confidence waver in my stride, but inside my heart was pounding. I never knew completely what was in store…but I always knew enough to be apprehensive and slightly on edge, almost nervous.

I walked over and knelt between his knees as he had commanded, the course fibers of the Oriental rug causing slight discomfort to my knees…but I doubted I would be in that position long. I looked up at him and rested my hands on his knees, searching his eyes, trying to determine what kind of afternoon he had in store for me. His eyes were filled with love…no doubt about it…but there was also something menacing today, something mischievous. He reached for the remote to his stereo and stopped the CD which had been playing as I had entered the apartment and changed to a familiar tune. It was Fiona Apple, “I’ve been a bad, bad girl.” He stared down at me as the lyrics began and I tried to hide my understanding behind a smile, but I could feel it nervously twitching at the corners of my mouth.

He smiled upon me, asking, “You have been bad too haven’t you?”

I tilted my head to one side like a baffled puppy. I struggled to sort through what misstep I had made, what it could be that had him so happily displeased with me. Then the light dawned, the letters! I had promised him that each day I would write him a letter telling him how my day had been and how my mood was. I had not done it in days…I had forgotten. He had reminded me once before and so I knew there was nothing I could say which would draw forgiveness. I managed to muster a pathetic “Opps!” but it sounded contrived and insincere to my own ears. I knew better.

“You know you need to be punished now don’t you?” He asked. As his hand gently caressed the dark hairs of my bowed head.

“Yes.” I murmured. I couldn’t bring myself to look upon him and see his disappointment. I kept my head lowered, my eyes fixed on the carpet beneath me. My heart ached as I thought of my promise to Michael.

“Take off your necklace.” He instructed.

I quickly moved to obey, struggling to redeem myself in his eyes. I set the necklace on the table at the end of the couch and watched as his hand moved beneath the pillow beside him.

It emerged with my collar, and he began moving my hair out of the way and fastening it tightly about my neck as he spoke. “You have been a bad little slut, haven’t you?”

“Yes.” I said.

“I think I am going to let you take this collar home with you for the weekend. Maybe it will remind you of me…and of your promises.” He said.

I smile just slightly, I had longed to have my collar with me always, when he was not there to command me. It was a gift, not a punishment, whether he had intended it that way or not, I could not be certain.

I sat waiting, watching to see what move he would make. He caressed my mane so tenderly I was tempted to rest my head in his lap, but I sensed I needed to remain still. His words were still few, and his stare was still contemplative…he always seemed slightly hesitant to cause me any pain, he had often said it was hard to look at me, so sweet and innocent on the outside…and still treat me like the horny little slut I was on the inside. But in the end, he knew it was one and the same, the soft package merely a shroud to hide the dark desires inside. I then watched him closely as he rose from the sofa and walked over to the chair.

I hadn’t noticed when I had walked into the room, but a red silk blindfold was lying neatly folded over the back of his chair. He held it firmly between his hands, the material pulled taught. I turned my head to look forward as he moved up behind me and tied the cloth tightly behind my head. Closing the world out, leaving me alone in a dark abyss to wait for his will to come to me. Depriving my body of sight but heightening all my other senses in its place.

“You like being blindfolded, don’t you?” he asked. Again, stroking my long hair all the way down my back.

“Yes.” I said. I was pretty sure that his expectations of me were drifting very close to full slave mode, and so I refrained from elaborating on my replies. Chills ran over me as I sat naked in the room, scenarios running through my mind, contemplating my punishment. I had never disobeyed Michael so recklessly. I wondered if he would choose a mental torture or some physical punishment. Would it be the crop or the cane? While the cane left worse marks, no doubt, the dull, penetrating thud of the fiberglass beast was much less painful than the biting sting of the crop…and I secretly hoped for the cane…or maybe he would just take me over his knee, spank me and then fuck me hard.

I listened as he moved back around in front of me and sat down on the couch. I knelt before him, still and silent. Then the scent of fresh bread filled my nostrils, and I felt the soft, moist slice touching my lips. I had seen the slice of bread with jelly on it sitting on the table where I had placed my necklace, but I had thought it was for Michael, not me. I opened my mouth and took a bite, listening as he walked into the kitchen, asking me if I wanted a drink of water.

He held the glass to my lips and then sat before me once more. I listened as he lowered his zipper and then I felt his hand on my head, guiding me down toward his cock, which I knew would be rock hard. I began sucking him, moving up and down the length of his cock but he removed me almost at once to take another bite of bread. The change in texture and objective was an odd succession of oral delights…the taste of his precum mixed with the fresh honey wheat bread made my taste buds open wide. He wiped my mouth and then began fingering my pussy as I chewed slowly.

He then left me, and I listened to him go into his bedroom. As he approached, I could hear a clicking sound…then as he slid my hair out of the way and brought the ring of my collar to the front of my neck, I knew it had to be my leash.

“Stand.” He said.

I moved to do what he instructed, not quickly enough I guess, for he helped me along, gently pulling up on the leash. He led me toward the bedroom, around the big brown leather chair in the middle of the living room. Then we stopped just outside of the bathroom, I tripped a little, having anticipated that he was taking me in to lie me on the bed. He pushed me against the wall and told me to spread my legs.

“You have been a bad little slut haven’t you?” he asked.

“Yes.” I said in a whispered hush as I moved to obey him, thrusting my ass out toward him.

“You broke a promise to me. Is it acceptable to break a promise to your Master?” he growled.

“No.” I contemplated an attempt to justify my actions but knew it would be futile.

“You need to be punished. You need a spanking, don’t you?”

I knew I did, and so I managed to spit out a little yes, even knowing that a punishment for blatant disobedience would be much more severe than just idle forgetting.

“Do you wish to count each stroke?” he asked.

There was something in me that felt comforted by the sound of the numbers passing aloud, so I could be sure he knew how many I had taken. “Yes, please.” I said.

His hand moved over the soft flesh of my ass, gently caressing my skin, readying it for my punishment. He always worked me in the same way, and it was always just as effective. Carefully selecting where each blow would land. Caressing my flesh in large, wide strokes, and then slowly zeroing in on the exact location where he would strike…making smaller and smaller circles, until he and I both knew exactly where he would leave his mark. And then his hand withdrew, and my body struggled against the urge to flinch away, as his hand came down in a fast and stinging smack against my ass. And then I could relax again, “One,” as he repeated the process, selecting the next location…and then delivering two…three…four…five blows. Now and then pausing to sample my pussy…testing to see how wet my loins became as he invoked his Dominance over me.

He brought his fingers to my mouth; I could taste my sweet cunt juices dripping off his fingers…I licked between them and cleaned his hand. He grabbed hold of my leash and spun me around. I tripped a little again, still expecting a journey to the bedroom. He bent me over the chair directly behind where he had been spanking me and slid one large finger inside me, instinctively and expertly finding my g-spot, rubbing in the circular motion which rocked me against the edge of orgasm instantly. Nervous moans escaped my lips and I pressed back toward him, inviting him to penetrate me deeper. He slid another finger inside forcing my juices to spill out around his hand as he slid in and out of my cunt, fucking me with his fingers. Then grabbing me by the hair and pulling me up, he forced me to clean him once more before releasing his grip on me and quickly thrusting his hard cock deep into my dripping wet pussy. He fucked in and out of me, his cock grinding my stomach into the back of the chair, causing moans to leap from my throat in a forced and urgent tone. I wondered how it looked to him, was he watching his cock moving in and out of me, or was he studying my face? Not being able to look over my shoulder and see his expression made me uneasy and I felt a chill creep over me body just before he removed his cock. He pulled up on my leash, jerking me up so quickly I struggled to maintain my balance and then pulled me down again just as fast, dropping me to my knees so I could lick his cock clean of my sweet juices that had collected on the base of his cock. Delicious. He then stood me back up and led me over to the couch, instructing me to kneel once more.

He sat down before me and placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding me to resume my attention to his cock. I sucked him just as he had taught me; stroking up and down the base of his cock with my thumb as my tongue flitted back and forth over the sensitive nerve endings just below the head. I took him in deeply and stretched my tongue down to lick at his balls, nearly gagging myself on his hard member in the process…but enjoying the filling feeling as his cock penetrated my mouth and bumped against the back of my throat. As his moans increased above me, so too did my own…my muffled coos spilling out around his cock…causing my cunt to drip ever more sweetness down my legs.

Then suddenly, I pulled off Michael’s cock as a loud moan escaped my body…uncontrollable and animalistic…the blindfold having heightened every nerve ending. I shudder uncontrollably as two hands suddenly eased up onto my ass…so gently at first, I wasn’t sure if it was real, or I was imagining it…but quickly I realized this was no dream. I lowered my head, my lips now trembling slightly, back onto Michael’s cock as the cool hands began to make their way along my body, coaxing and caressing me. Michael’s hand moved over my mane…petting and stroking me as the strange man explored the lower regions of my body…first with his hands and then quickly following behind with his mouth. My moans became more frantic as my mind ran through all the scenarios Michael and I had discussed involving strangers and blindfolds.

As my mind worked in a frenzied pace to digest the erotic stimulation I was suddenly swimming in, my mouth followed suit and moved up and down over Michael’s cock in an almost sloppy rhythm. Momentarily giving pause to let out a massive shriek as the man began working his mouth on me in ways I’d never felt before…biting down on my Achilles tendon and causing my whole body to leap in a strange new combination of pain and pleasure. I tried to focus my attention back on Michael’s hard cock and the job before me…but as my moans grew louder and my body quaked in ever more uncontrollable tremors…the man seemed to intensify his attack on me. His mouth exploring regions which had never been touched by teeth nor tongue…my elbows and my spine…my armpits falling prey to his teeth, pinching my flesh and then releasing me to jump to some other region…exploring again with his hands. Then sliding his fingers inside me…in my pussy, and then into my ass. My mind swirled in the sensations, an erotic high engulfing me and making me feel weak beneath them, and yet somehow, my body continued craving their touch.

I had noticed a few things amiss in the apartment when I arrived…the door to the guestroom was rarely closed…and the radio was hardly ever on. But with all the time Michael had taken with me…feeding me, Dominating me…I couldn’t have imagined someone was there the whole time. I wondered when he had come out of hiding…had he watched Michael feeding me…spanking me? Had he spanked me? Had it been his fingers probing me earlier? The uncertainty made me feel embarrassed, vulnerable…feelings I rarely had in even the most intense of scenes…but the idea of a man watching me without my knowledge made me feel so helpless.

Michael and I had discussed sharing our D/s relationship...and both of us had not been very open to the idea…but this man’s touch was not like the others we had been with. He had a commanding grip over me, as his finger continued working my ass, his other hand held my hips so firmly and tightly…not to mention the liberties he was taking with his teeth, clamping down on me in places Michael had yet to explore in such ways…it made me wonder what lie ahead.

Michael’s groans were growing dangerously loud in my ear…I could tell by his quick and heavy breathing that his orgasm was fast approaching, and I didn’t want him to finish off so quickly. I slowed my pace a little and tried to concentrate on Michael instead of my own throbbing clit. The man seemed attentive and followed suit, slowing his hand inside me, I felt a momentary semblance of control return to my mind.

Then Michael uttered one word, “Switch”.

The man immediately responded and released his grip on my body and slid his finger out from my tight little ass. I could hear them moving around over me and I waited on my knees until I heard the man sit on the couch in front of me. He reached up, placing his hand gently but firmly on my head as Michael had done, and guided me toward his cock. I was hungry for him, I slid him between my lips…eager to return the favor of the intense stimulation he had delivered to me a few moments before. I had felt his cock bumping against me as he had played with my ass, rubbing against the insides of my thighs.

I felt Michael position himself behind me as I bobbed up and down on the stranger’s cock. Michael’s finger slid into my ass as I took the stranger keeper into my mouth, sliding him all the way to the back of my throat. I imagined Michael leaning over me so he could watch the man’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I circled the stranger’s cock with my tongue, studying the shape and size, letting the length slid deep into my mouth...hitting the back of my throat…seeing if I could lick his balls with all his cock in my mouth…barely. I felt Michael’s tongue on my swollen, throbbing clit, licking at my drenched cunt. I heard a moan escape from him, he so loved my ample wetness, it let him know how much I enjoyed his gifts…and this was a gift I had been craving for a long time.

As Michael’s cock pressed against my swollen slit, sliding inside me, and then beginning his steady, forceful, deep thrusts…I was bathed in ecstasy, Michael was so wonderful at fulfilling my fantasies. So many times, I had been on my knees sucking him at the couch and we had discussed how wonderful it would be if there were someone to come up behind me and fuck me…and now here we were. Being fucked by my lover while I was taking another man in my mouth…a man I didn’t know, couldn’t see…Michael setting a quick rhythm, driving me up and down on the man’s cock effortlessly…it was surreal. The simple blindfold took every sensation I had ever had in a threesome and heightened it.

The stranger’s firm grip drifted to my shoulder, steadying my body which quaked beneath Michael’s pounding thrusts. His other hand found my breast, he began tugging at my nipples, squeezing them painfully…just the way I liked it. I imagined how much he and Michael must have talked before this, all his movements seemed to mimic those of my lover…it was as if all of the hands upon me were Michael’s; and in some way, they were.

Suddenly, as Michael’s moans grew close to orgasmic, he quickly slid his cock from me and asked the man if he wanted to fuck me. Apparently, the man nodded for the next thing I heard was Michael opening a condom wrapper. I removed my mouth from his cock and listened while he sat in front of me and slid the condom down over his cock. I ran my hand over it and sucked him a little once he had it on…in the hopes of keeping him hard inside the condom, although he seemed to be unaffected by the irritating barrier. He got up off the couch and move around behind me. I felt his hard cock pressing against my wet cunt and then felt the head of him slide into me. I thrust back toward him, inviting him to devour me. He grabbed onto my hips, squeezing my flesh and drawing me back toward him, plunging deep into my cunt. I wondered where Michael was, what view he had of this man fucking me so hard…so hungrily. I couldn’t control my moans, I felt completely possessed by lust…I wanted to consume their cocks, their cum…to drain them until they had nothing left.

Then the man pulled out of my pussy and Michael grabbed me by the hair…well, I presume it was Michael…and pulled me to my feet. Taking hold of my leash, he led me into the bedroom and then spun me around…quickly pushing me down on the bed. I felt the leash being unclipped and heard their feet shuffling about. I was laying spread out on the bed, my legs apart, waiting…inviting them, not knowing whose cock would be first to enter me. Then I felt someone’s weight on top of me and quickly identified it as Michael, the feeling of the hairs on his chest felt all too familiar on my naked breasts…and then as his cock slid inside me, the way it bent up inside me was unmistakable. As Michael moved in and out of my pussy, I heard the stranger walking around to the side of the bed and quickly reached out, searching for his cock. I grabbed hold of him and removed the condom, wanting him in my mouth. I am sure I was the picture of a greedy little slut, but I didn’t care. I knew Michael would love the sight of me working this man’s cock while he fucked me. I was sure, as he fucked me, he had the most perfect view of the man’s thick cock sliding in and out from between my lips. I opened my mouth a little, to show Michael how I was running my tongue over the stranger’s cock. I stroked him up and down and worked that sensitive spot at the back of his balls while Michael worked the sensitive spot deep inside my pussy.

I felt hands pinching and squeezing my nipples, it took a few seconds for me to be certain that it was the stranger’s hand and not Michael which excited my nipples, causing them to grow taught between his fingers…my moans elevated to higher volume and my body to shook even more beneath them.

Then Michael slid his cock out from my sticky wet pussy and guided me over onto my knees. The stranger moved around and repositioned himself, so he was lying across the bed, presenting me with the most comfortable access to his cock. The stranger’s hand found the back of my neck, squeezing it firmly and silently, as Michael found his way back to my pussy, pounding me in his familiar rhythm. I bucked back against him…drawing him deeper into the moist recesses of my cunt. Michael pumped me steadily from behind, setting a nice pace for me as I bobbed up and down on the stranger’s cock. I was completely enjoying my filling state when Michael asked the man if he wanted another turn at my cunt.

The man didn’t speak…but his cock slid out from between my lips and I felt movement on the bed and could hear them shuffling behind me. I heard the condom wrapper rip open and then felt the stranger position his cock at the opening of my now puffy, swollen, used cunt. I took a deep breath in anticipation…this had to be the most erotic fuck of my life and I wanted to savor every second! The bed shifted again and moisture collected on my ear as Michael’s hot breath escaped with his penetrating words.

“You like being fucked like a little slut don’t you?” he asked.

I moaned out a soft yes as the strange cock slid inside my pussy and Michael’s words saturated my mind.

“Does that cock feel good ramming your cunt?” he asked

“Oh god yes.” It did feel good, his cock was so hard and his grip was so firm. I bucked back toward him as hard as I could.

“You look so delicious fucking that cock.” He said.

Michael then got up onto his knees. His cock brushed against my lips and I opened to take him in my mouth. I could still taste my juices on him. The stranger continued pounding my pussy and I envisioned him watching me suck on Michael’s cock. I wondered what kind of conversation had led up to this moment, what signals were going on between the two of them that I was oblivious to, there had to be some.

For suddenly, the stranger pulled his cock from my cunt; my sticky, wet juices coating my leg as his cock bumped against my thigh when he slid past…and Michael’s cock fell from between my lips at the same moment, I was painfully empty. Then I felt the bed shifting again and could tell that it was the stranger now, and not Michael, sliding to position himself beneath me. I raised up on the bed, lifting my leg so I was on perched above him. My breathing began to quicken…I had a suspicion as to what was coming, my pussy clenched up at the idea and began throbbing as I lowered myself onto the strange cock which was invitingly hard beneath me.

I began sliding myself up and down over his cock…sliding down as far as I could, penetrating myself deeply, controlling just where his cock moved inside me. I was unable to tell where Michael was exactly, but I knew he was up to something when the man reached up and pulled me down close to him. He wrapped his arms completely around me, squeezing me tightly against him and forcing my ass up at an odd angle. I could tell by the feel of him beneath me that he was very well cut...strong...muscular. I have always been very attracted to arms, shoulders, chests…this stranger’s felt very nice beneath me…my tits pressing into him as he held me down.

Then I felt Michael’s hard cock pressing against my ass. We had tried this before but it hadn’t worked…today, he slid in easily.

I let out a startled cry as he moved deep inside me in one swift, sudden movement. I had expected more resistance and the new feeling of being full to capacity sent quakes up and down my body. My arms trembled as the stranger released his tight hold on me and I raised up on the bed.

Then they started moving in me. I can barely describe the feeling of it. Of course, I had experienced double penetration with the aid of toys…but something about the feel of two fleshy cocks vying for position…pushing past each other between that thin wall inside my cunt. One sliding deep inside while the other slid back…then fought its way up inside again…two cocks stretching my cunt, my ass. And the feeling of hands, so dizzying I didn’t know who’s was where…who touched my ass…my breasts. Who held onto my neck, my hair, my waist, my hips…hands everywhere. My muscles worked into an uncontrollable series of spasms…my throat sending out loud, unheard, animalistic moans, my pussy clenching down on the stranger’s hard cock as my ass constricted around Michael’s.

Michael later told me that it had been so incredible the way my body seemed to rock back toward him as if I were completely possessed…it was why he wasn’t able to keep himself from cumming in my tight ass.

He shot his load deep inside me, his moans filled with satisfaction, and I think a bit of disappointment at having it end so soon. But the stranger beneath me didn’t seem to take much notice…he continued his rhythm, forcing Michael to slide out of my used ass much sooner than I imagine he would have liked.

Michael went into the bathroom to clean up and the man beneath me took the opportunity to get more comfortable. In one graceful movement, he reached around my back with one arm…pulling me in close to him again and stood up, flipping us over in the process…his cock never falling from its cozy little cavern.

I lay on my back, unable to see the man above me, I could hear Michael in the bathroom, the shower running. I reached up and began exploring the man’s features…running my hands over his chest, up along his shoulders, up to his neck…and to his head…he had a very close hair-cut…buzzed almost. I caressed his face, there was facial hair…I think it might have been a goatee…but I couldn’t really make out the pattern. I struggled to commit his features to memory as he pounded my pussy. I wanted to see him, I wanted to peek out from behind the red silk and know this man…but there was something erotic in the not knowing too…so I restrained myself.

The stranger finally realized what I was trying to do and reached up, grabbing my hands. He pinned them down on the bed above my head, that simple act sent my pussy into a cascade of spasms…but still not enough to cum. I used his strong hold on me for leverage and rocked my pussy into him, forcing myself all the way down to the base of his cock, coating his balls in my juices.

He indulged in my compromising position and moved his mouth along the ridge between my breast and my armpit…licking, sucking, biting. No one had ever taken erotic interest in the area before and my skin came alive in a whole new way beneath him.

I heard Michael moving in the room again. I briefly wondered what he would think of our guest’s initiative, but I was too far gone to be concerned. I heard him walking toward me and then he got up on the bed…he took over the task of holding my arms down on the bed. I am sure it would have been a sight…men at either end…one fucking me, one holding me down…as if he needed to!

I felt the stranger’s pace begin to quicken and then his moans as he shot his load. My body quaked and quivered beneath him, soft little moans trickling from my lips…I didn’t want it to be over.

He lay on top of me for a minute, his breathing slowing down again…and then carefully slid his cock out.

The two men indulged me a little longer, taking turns at my swollen clit with their mouths, working their tongues expertly…the stranger having much the same style as Michael. Sometimes causing me difficulty in knowing exactly who was between my legs and whose hands were caressing my body and whose teeth were pinching my flesh. Or maybe it was just my inundated senses shutting down…I felt dizzy, raw…all of my nerves had been exposed and touched. My clit so sensitive now that orgasm would have probably caused me to convulse.

The stranger departed and Michael and I shared our different experiences of the adventure. It was certainly different depending on which side of the blindfold you had the experience from.

Today, as I sit recounting the day, a few months after the event, it still makes my pussy throb to know that somewhere out there, is a man. A man who fucked me for an afternoon…a man who would recognize me…but who is completely unknown…mysterious…invisible to me. I wonder sometimes if I have seen him, if he is the stranger who smiles at me a little differently…or the one who stares knowingly. It was an afternoon of stimulation that’s effects still linger…and won’t soon be forgotten.