Trust in Darkness (BDSM Erotica) - E-book - ePub

She wears a blindfold, but that's for their benefit, not hers. It's always hard for a submissive to find a Dom she can truly trust. It's taken a long time, but she's finally found him, and tonight he's letting her fulfill her ultimate fantasy. Join her on a night that will indulge all four senses beyond her wildest dreams, as she finally learns to trust, in darkness. EXCERPT"Are you ready, dear one?""Yes, Master, " and I was.
At least, I thought I was. Now that the moment was finally here, after anticipating it for so long, my heart was pounding, and my palms were clammy with sweat. Master's hands were gentle as he fastened the silk blindfold in place - not that I needed it of course, but our 'guests' would appreciate it, even if they didn't realize it."You're sure this is what you want? There's still time to change your mind.""I'm sure."No I wasn't, and I wished he'd stop offering me a way out.
I know Master was being his usual, cautious self. He always took care of me, and made sure that I didn't push myself too far. I could be reckless, sometimes - saying 'green' when I should really have been saying 'amber' or 'red' - but this time I thought I might really have gone too far. It was taking all of my courage not to back out, and Master kept on giving me the opportunity to do so. Not that I was unhappy with our relationship - quite the opposite.
I've known I was a submissive ever since I learned that there was a whole world of delicious kinks outside of what I'd come to think of as 'vanilla' sex. Learning of the existence of the whole BDSM scene was nothing short of a revelation. Finally, I could stop feeling like I was some kind of weirdo, just because I got totally wet at the thought of being tied and taken while I squirmed in delicious helplessness.
Admitting to myself that I was a submissive was one thing, but finding a suitable Dom was quite another, especially in my condition. Guys either think that girls like me exist on some kind of higher plane of innocence (yeah, right), or else it becomes all about the disability, rather than being about me. I'm blind, and have been since birth, but that doesn't define me, and it doesn't give anyone the right to judge me or criticize my kinks.
I'm a blind submissive. Deal with it. I was so happy when I finally found Master. He dominates me with the perfect balance of tenderness and strength, and to him my blindness is simply another fact about me, just like my big boobs and long hair (both of which he adores). We've been together for almost six months now; six glorious months during which he's taken me, with careful and exquisite cruelty, right up to my limits.and then beyond.
I love the totally matter of fact way he deals with my condition - no pity, just pragmatism. Like today - he's carefully selected some guests (he won't tell me how many), to help me fulfill one of my deepest and most terrifying fantasies. He hasn't told any of them that I'm blind. Like I said, sometimes guys react in ways I don't like; hence the black silk that's currently tied snugly over my eyes.
Master is simply the best. Who else would think to blindfold a blind girl?The men are due to arrive any moment now. They all have experience of these situations, and a blindfolded submissive is something they'll know how to deal with, where a blind submissive might freak them out. I hear the soft electronic blips of the clock announcing the hour. It's time.