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And for my next post... Another story. 

Monday, May 19th. 8:27am. I was not keeping records; the only reason I know this is because that is what was hastily scrawled onto the police report. Two reluctant police officers showed up at my door to issue me a noise complaint on what was otherwise a beautiful spring morning. "Sir, have you been drinking?" The older cop asks. Apparently I looked very disheveled. I just spent the better part of three days hammering and using power tools every waking hour I didn't have to work so that was understandable. By the time the cops had gotten the noise complaint I was already done, so you can imagine how they were both festering below the surface. After all the formalities and tedious rigamarole, I close the door and walk to the kitchen where I finish a cold glass of water and take a deep breath. Just to make sure they left, I peeked around the corner before opening a closet door in the hallway and was met with a thick, tangible humidity and musk, followed by a soft impatient whining briskly galloping by me slamming into the new soundproofing I had just installed.


Coming off of the last stair, I see my masterpiece just as I left it. A pitch black room with one hanging lamp directly over my latest victim, beads of sweat glistening off of her picturesque form. I have her straddling a sybian with a small bumpy silicone piece set to a mid-level vibrate directly on her vulva. Her legs are bolted to the floor on either side of the sybian at her ankle and under the knee. Her arms are restrained together and attached to a hook on the ceiling not far from where the lamp hangs from by a polypropylene twine pulled tight. She was bridle-gagged and blindfolded. We were playing a "game" where she was to keep track of how many orgasms she had while I tortured her in various ways. Teasing her other exposed body parts, smacking her tits, tickling her, etc while also trying to get her to lose count by making up numbers and talking to her and then asking her to recount what I said. It was a very exhilarating "game." This was a rare circumstance though, because normally I actually keep track so I can catch her lying. Unfortunately, this time, I lost count when I was rudely interrupted by the two visitors my doorbell monitor wouldn't shut up about, so I had to play it cool and assume she still thought that I knew the truth. "How many orgasms are we on now?" I said through a grin that stretched from ear to ear like a hammock between trees. As I inquired, I lightly traced a finger up the side of her arm from her armpit to her elbow. She jumps, but not very high, and goes back to trembling. The vibration has been going on continuously since about 7, but like I hinted at earlier, I was a bit preoccupied to keep track of time, weather, or anything like that. I was understandably more focused on our game. At this point I'm sure she's nearly broken. This is about 15 minutes longer than our previous record, not to mention she was also deprived of her sense of sight and the comfort of my voice and touch for some time while I was dealing with the stooges upstairs.


I loosen the bridle and kiss her forehead while I await her response. "I lost track in the silence, my apologies master." She shoots from the hip, hoping it lands. Grabbing a handful of her hair and tilting her head back, I rub and slap my hard cock all over her face, making sure to drag it through the plentiful spit from her bridle. All the while her jaw and tongue are following my dick around seemingly involuntarily as if her brain gave the controls to her body and it is going through the motions. "I commend your brave honesty, but cannot let you go for losing the game." I turn the vibration down gradually until it's off completely and she sighs through heavy panting. Then I release the rope from the ceiling, obviously while holding her arms so they don't just deadweight fall, easing them down slowly. Taking my time, to grant her a moment of repose and recollection of self, I pull her slightly forward and attach her restraints to a metal loop in the floor so now she is stretched over the sybian, fully exposing her genitals. I traipse by her, grazing my nails down her back to her buttocks, feeling her shutter and shiver as I make my way to her behind. I kiss the exposed inner thigh areas and blow on the heavy sweat to give her a cooling sensation. She quivers, but also positions her hips to motion in one way or another, "fuck me already." I oblige. The head of my penis that usually feels a bit of resistance when pressed against her soaking wet vaginal opening slips right in from all the spit and fluids creating a rather slippery environment. With my hands on her hips, I have a wide stance above her shackled legs and exposed ass, using the leverage to fuck her very slowly, but forcefully and as deep as I can possibly go. Once I get into my stroke and rhythm, I grab her hair again and pull her head back. Since being unbridled, she has really been testing my soundproofing. I was pulling almost all the way out and drilling back to the base and it was driving her wild. The only body parts she really had control over at this point were her hips and back and oh man, was she moving them! I continued to fuck her relentlessly, pulling her hair and slapping her ass until I thrust in one last time all the way, unloading a massive blast of well earned cum inside of her.


For another minute or two, I gradually slowed back down my strokes to a stop. When I pulled out, I grabbed her asscheeks and squeezed as I spread them slightly so I can watch a bit of the aftermath. When I was satisfied, I smacked her ass one last time on both cheeks and kissed the spots I hit. I undid her hand restraints and she made out with me like we haven't seen each other in months, let alone kissed. I placed my hands on her face lightly as we passionately locked lips. After a few minutes of that, I pull her blindfold off, revealing her legendary namesake blue eyes. The aforementioned azure gemstones have such a powerful clutch on my heart and soul, the blindfold is just as much for me as it is for her. With my insides ablaze and melting, I undo her leg shackles and pick up her sopping, lifeless body into my arms and carry her upstairs to a warm pot of coffee, and to a bath that was drawn and ready for her.


The smell of breakfast gives her life. She starts to sip the coffee that I had left after she passed out. I slide into the room carrying a tray of croissants, egg whites, bacon and fresh fruit. Her eyes perk up as I sit the tray down and slide into the bath across from her and we both enjoy a audibly silent breakfast in the bath together, but there is plenty said in our smiles and passing glances between bites.

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