Being blindfolded is a state one must experience to truly appreciate.  It cannot be imagined.  The softness of the fabric as it shuts out all light.  The sweet wash of submission that releases me from the day, transforming thought to feeling.  I sigh, ready for whatever my Dominant may have in store for me this time.

He has placed me in a chair, my bottom deliciously warm from a spicy, scintillating spanking.  Just enough to get my juices flowing and my heart pounding.  He knows me so well —

I hear his footfalls, soft on the expensive persian rug that graces the dark, hardwood floor.  The floor he likes me to walk on in my stilettos and corset.  He’s lifts my hand and places it on the arm.  I catch my breath as I feel the cuff curl around my wrist.  First my right, then my left.  He doesn’t speak and I’m not permitted to.   The only sound is that of our breathing.  Mine, short, tremulous, anticipatory.  His, even, slow, deliberate.

Ankles?  Yes, now he’s shackling my ankles.  Just like my wrists.  First the right, then the left.  Now my pulse has accelerated.  I’m sinking into the cuffs  – they’re part of me – part of my flesh.  Oh how I love this.  Every single second.  I never want this moment to end.

Something against the inside of my knee – it’s soft – padded – and  – – it’s the padded end of a bar.  Now it’s twin is sitting against the inside of my other knee. My legs cannot move.  With my ankles tied I can still move my knees in a bit – but he has blocked even that small, possible response.

My pulse is racing.  His feet have moved away – they’re returning.  He’s placing a small ball at my mouth.  A gag.  Rarely does he gag me.  What can this possibly mean?  Am I going to scream?  I must be going to scream!

The warm stickiness between my legs is rapidly soaking the gusset of my panties.  He is touching me there – slipping his hand inside to check my wetness.   I moan through my gag.  He seems satisfied.  Wait – he’s pressing something up against my pantied pussy.  The Wand.  The really powerful, really big wand.

“Hang on Baby – you’re going for a ride…”

I hear the click of the switch – this gentle, promising buzz sizzles against my helpless sex.  I cannot press against it for more, nor pull back for less.  I am its hapless victim and he will watch for as long as it takes…

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