Blinded by the Light - Sex Stories

Blinded by the Light

... Elaine and her sadistic whims. Even when Elaine would piss on him, when she would use him as her toilet, she never gave him the pleasure of the honor of touching her most sacred place. She dated other men, real men, but he was never allowed to taste the evidence of it from her freshly fucked pussy or asshole. She had a cold once and she let him come upstairs. She lounged on the sofa under a blanket, reading books and drinking orange juice and she would put a finger aside her nostril and blow her nose onto Bob’s blindfolded face as he lay reclining on the floor like a faithful dog. It was heaven. The dungeon grew. She seemed to always bring home new things, a tens-unit, a posture collar, medical equipment, her arsenal kept expanding. One day, she came down the stairs and unlocked the cage. Bob crawled out and kissed her feet. She instructed him to get on the table and lie face up. She secured his head in a vice and secured his arms and legs tightly with the custom restraints. What happened next was too much for even Bob to process. Slowly, seductively Elaine undressed in front of him. He had no idea how long he had been imprisoned in this basement. He slept and woke not by the sun but by the sound of her footsteps. He hadn’t seen flesh, he hadn’t seen a real woman’s curves, he hadn’t seen a woman’s naked body since he had arrived. He was mesmerized and tried his best to fix his eyes on her form in order to soak in every detail of her delightful nude frame. She was perfection ...

... to look at, her tits, her ass and her pussy, the same pussy that held him captive that day in the parking lot were like a mirage in the desert to a dying man. His cock, unrestrained, sprang to attention like he was 18 years old. Elaine climbed on the table and she straddled his body. Bob felt a wave of emotion, a flood of sensations that made him overwhelmed with grief. He was in love with a woman who didn’t give a fuck about him, who lived to inflict pain on him. It was, in many ways, the realization of all his fantasies. The warmth of her flesh felt like the source of all life, like he was being cradled in the birthplace of all humanity. She sat firmly on him, her nakedness, the wetness of her pussy was touching him, coating him with her juices. Bob was hyperventilating. Reaching in her purse, she pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Sensually, she lit the dark-colored cigarette and the scent of the smoke was exotic, spicy. She blew smoke rings and French inhaled all while rubbing her pussy on Bob’s stomach. She was enjoying herself. The smoke was making Bob light-headed. She taunted him. “You know, I could do anything to you and no one would know, no one would care. I own you, truly. You know what Bobby? You’re more terrified of me releasing you, sending you back to your old life than you are of anything I could do to you physically.” She was correct. The thought of her telling him to get out, to go back to his old life was the most terrifying proposition in the world to ...