Watching from the Door – Smutober Day 2

Image edited by Michael Samadhi
from Bound Gang Bangs (Pom Pom Girl gets Gang Banged by Basketball Coach and Team) starring Emma Haize.
Story by Michael Samadhi and Sinnjara Samadhi

Watching from the Door – Smutober Day 2

The old abandoned factory Master found was perfect for their fantasy. She’d been blindfolded and left kneeling on the cold concrete floor. Hands tied behind her back. She’d given her Master consent for this scene weeks ago. Every day since she wondered when it would happen. If it would happen. Now it’s here. And she’s ready. 

Squirming, breathing, testing the rope binding her wrists. Feeling an intoxicating mix of fear and anticipation. Knowing there will be more than one man coming for her tonight…. Breathing deeply of the dank, stale air, she tries to control her fear. Yet, excitement coursed through her. Her face was wet from tears, but her cunt was just as wet as the blindfold.

Time has stopped, or so it seems. It could be racing by for all she knew. Down here in the factory basement, it wasn’t like the sun would have given her clues anyway. But, the damned blindfold, everything was black. Her brain was getting weird, fuzzy. The tears have stopped too. At least the blindfold was drying off. She concentrates on listening for clues as to what will happen next. Fears of unknowns still haunt her.

Why did she have to tell him this fantasy? Why did he always have to twist things so she wouldn’t know for sure what would happen?  “It has to be MY way,” he told her time and again. She fucking loved him for it. Except when she hated him.

Frustrated to be left like this, anger beginning to rise, there’s no choice but to let emotions go. She screams loudly, “JUST GET IT OVER WITH!” Words echo off the cold cement walls. There’s no reply. Not a voice, not even a whisper. She listens intently, but not even the sound of shuffling feet can be heard. The dank air doesn’t stir. The scream still echoes in her ears. She feels alone. And, in feeling so alone, she also feels small. So very small.

Her imagination takes over. Fear and excitement building still, all at once together. Finally, she hears footsteps and several voices coming close…

I also created an unofficial Smutober entry for “door” based upon a wonderful quote – The door is there…

Cabin Where No One Can Hear You Scream

Cabin Where No One Can Hear You Scream

Masturbation Monday: Week 154

It’s called “the cabin where no one can hear you scream.”

It’s quite literally true.  I tested it well enough.

Access is a gravel road.  Very rural.  Farm country.

The trail in is gated.

It’s a mile-and-a-half walk to the cabin from a gravel parking lot.

One night I had a submissive named Kay screaming my name at the top of her lungs.  Again.  And again.

She had asked for a cathartic flogging.  I delivered.

With Kay’s hands cuffed overhead, I started to warm her up with a doeskin flogger.  Then, I moved up to up to one with weightier elk tresses.  A thick mop.

That’s when the screaming began.

“Michael….”

“MICHAEL…”

“MICHAEL!!!”

She screamed and screamed.  I paused for a moment.  Moved in close.  I made sure she remembered her safe word.  She did.

I had her say the word.  She growled it at me.  Her look (and sound) was like a feral cat.

I went back to my craft, mixing styles and intensity with the strike of elk hide.

She started screaming again.

“Michael….”

“MICHAEL…”

“MICHAEL!!!”

Almost a screech, it was almost embarrassing.  Well, outside of the fact that the whole spectacle was making my cock hard.

I had Serafina clamp her hand down over the girl’s mouth.  The screams were muffled for a moment.

Only a week before, at an event called Twisted Tryst, Janet Hardy had flogged Kay to orgasm in an Energy Play demo.

It was now my chance to try.  I worked the rhythm steadily.  Florentine flogging.  I was breathing with the tempo.

Visualizing my energy, my chi.  Letting the energy flow through my hand, through my fingertips.  Down the length of the flogger.

I visualized my energy flowing through the elk tresses across Kay’s backside.

As Serafina let go of the lady’s mouth, the screams began again.

Her voice had changed.  The screech was gone. It was a dusky growl now.

No longer was she screaming my name.  Now it was simply… “Please!”

I’m big on requiring orgasm control from any submissive in my service.  The rule is simple, ask for permission before you cum.

She wasn’t begging me for a stronger flogging.  Kay certainly wasn’t begging for the flogging to end.  She was begging to cum.

“Please…”

“PLEASE…”

“PLEASE!!!”

Just one of many true stories from the cabin where no one can hear you scream…