I’d do anything for those eyes

“Sunday, two years ago: the perfect slave” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by B-liever.

Big eyes. Makeup. I must have been standing there, staring. At her. The woman. Was she naked? The mask hid her face. Her eyes were enough for me. She looked at me with a gaze full of melancholy. Or maybe just pity because she knew what was coming. Actually, I was startled by her when the door opened. Was I startled? I think so. She was naked. I think she was naked. I would do anything for those eyes. I did everything for those eyes. And her ass. That too.

Blinded

I followed her. A path. I was blinded by a bright light. Everything around me was overexposed. It was the reflection of what she radiated. I saw her clearly, in vivid colors. The mask, so black, of which I could now see only the back. Her body, of which I saw the back. The heels, her shoes, heels, calves, leg – the back of which I saw. I was still staring when we stopped. She had turned around. A simple gesture of her hand and my clothes slid off. Fell beside me, beneath me, away from me. We were almost naked. For a moment I felt like an equal, even though I had no mask.

Cage

I looked at her mouth and her nose. There had to be holes somewhere. I looked; her hand gestured. I followed. The door opened. Not a room but a cage. She didn’t go ahead of me but stood beside it. How gracefully she swung that door open. Indescribable! I knelt, crawled. My naked body into the space. Surrounded by bars, a door that closes. The sound of a padlock clicking shut, and then her legs. Thankfully close by. If I had to, I could touch her. Longing, my hand reaching through the bars. It probably wasn’t necessary. I controlled myself. She walked away from me. Purely to give me a better view of her body and to let me get used to the sound of heels coming and going.

So horny

The door, door? In any case, he was suddenly there. Tan, muscular, just as naked as I was, except for a skirt. Nothing concealing. His cock jutted out between the strips. She walked toward me. Him close by. Me here, him there. I didn’t know what was going to happen. She did. Straddling me. On the bed above my cage. Narrow, small, bed, bench, his moans. Right away. Filling the space. Sound, taking. He slid in and out of her. She must have been incredibly horny or very wet. It just happened, so to speak. I had the feeling that the cage bounced slightly as she, he. His thrust, primal force. The woman spread-eagled. I saw her head fall back. It came alongside me. I wanted to touch her, my tongue along my lips. Was I allowed to masturbate? And did nothing.

Thirsty

He stepped away from her. Literally. Gone. No more attention. Rolled, spun, wiped a fridge, table, crate next to a rack, who knows where. He had beer. A bottle. Drank thirstily and slumped in a chair. That I saw it all. She paid him no attention. He was gone. She stepped out of the cage. Crouched next to me. I saw her pussy. How can you look anywhere else? Yet I turned my head away. As if I wasn’t there. Not a participant, absent. Crouching, she. Her finger along her pussy. I saw the stream she released from her body.

Pure tasting

Her finger slid through it. Then along the bar. Then into her mouth. I watched with my mouth open. The licking, sucking, sliding along Everything. It is pure tasting. I crawled a little closer. Curious or longing? One more time. The finger deeper now, direct, longing. Pointing from her pussy toward me. I saw her eyes and looked away. The tip over the bar. My tongue against the back. Around the bar. Following the trail, agonizingly slowly so as not to touch her. One more time. Finger in pussy, playing, teasing, the tip tapping my nose. Now I smelled her constantly. Erection.

Drops on the floor

I tasted everything from the bar. Like the shaft of his penis. I didn’t care because part of it was hers. I was hers, but without a mask. She invited me, beckoned. I turned and she opened the door. I could get out, she beckoned again. Her heel close, my tongue against it. Like that, step by step. Drops from her pussy still on the floor, inside her thigh, there. She ignored it. I didn’t; I saw everything and slid after her. She rolled over, across the couch, chair, where he was sitting. I knelt like a friendly little monkey on a string. Available. Then she stood up. I followed, and she walked back. Took my place and walked away. I stayed behind. Hopelessly alone. Lonely, longing.

Blindfolded

She was standing behind me again. Pulled me backward against her body. A rough, unexpected action. I didn’t want to, but who was I and who was she? I smelled the rubber immediately. It came over my head. I was just like her! Only without eyes. Blinded by a black latex mask. Mouth closed, nose closed, ears closed, sight closed, heart closed, shut and open again. She, by caressing. A laying on of hands, a touch. She grabbed my cock and balls. Enough to confirm that I was still a man, but above all, completely hers. I wanted nothing more than to be just like her. The atmosphere, the aura, the power of the man, like a cunt, longing, yearning for her. She let me.

The tapping of her heels

Behind. Alone. What did I know, I couldn’t see anything anyway. I shifted and felt bars. My cage, my place. The tapping of her heels sounded muffled. She left me behind, alone! I screamed. Dependence demands attention, screams for a response. Nothing. I immediately felt empty and alone. I could masturbate; I didn’t see anyone anyway and was alone. Claiming space. She grabbed my nipple. Two fingers. I jumped up, drooling, the scream, smothered by a hand against the mask. She turned me around and bent me over the cage. Arms restrained, no, not so fast.

First wrist and ankle cuffs. Then secured to the bars of the cage. Were there eyes there so I wouldn’t slide past the bars? I don’t know. A blow. I don’t know. Striking. I don’t know. Struck. Three times. Then I knew. I raised my head and thus filled the silence. The waiting. Calm between three blows and more. Like a countdown to the starting gun. I missed the shot. The rhythmic blows carried me far away. The mask hides tears and curses and catches drool. Smothers your breath. She pulled it off my head. The mask.

Looking

She was close. At least her eyes were. Looking. Without a voice, without a sound. Big, those eyes. I looked back. She found me tired. At least that’s what I understood in the silence. She unfastened a wrist cuff. There was no way I could reach the other one myself. Then she walked away. I looked up. Stretched. Tried to break free. I wanted my mask back. And her hand on my shoulder. As soon as she was getting fucked again, I wanted to see it, to be there. Licking when it’s over. Handing him a beer so he can leave, and then me. Am I crazy? I couldn’t get loose. He helped me. Caressed me and put a hand on my shoulder. For a moment, he pinched my nipple. Then I ran away. A leap away from here.

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