Seeking People To Be My Eyes.

[Masterkredix]

I bump... Therefore I am.

 

[Masterkredix]

Weekly bump

 

[Masterkredix]

Bump?

 

[fuckmeat]

"... So this is where I live."

His steps grew more confident as he approached his front door.

In the restaurant he had been self conscious.

It was intriguing, for a blind man to feel self conscious like that. She could read a great deal from his shifting facial expression and tried to make sure that everything she said had inflection that compensated for the fact he couldn't assess her face. He had ordered for both of them and once he knew where everything was, his table manners were precise and graceful. They talked about general things, stuff they had in common, politics and so on. She had confided her darkest desires to this man but here, they had to pirouette through the dance of public courtship. It was surreal to talk about everything except how and why they had found one another. It gave her time to think, to consider how this night was going to end. Was she going to go home with him?

Of course she had. It had been a long time since she had gotten laid, even longer since a man had touched her.

He was blind. How dangerous could he even be?

She was attracted to him, though she wondered if he would be able to dominate her. The things he had done to 'her' in cyber, as a whole and sighted man... well she knew he was sadistic and inventive. She had her reservations about the longer term but she wanted to give him tonight, wanted to see what he'd got.

He closed the front door and hung up his coat and stick. He took her jacket from her and hung that up too. Then he walked through to his lounge confidently, free and as good as sighted within this place that he knew so well.

He held out his hand.

She approached him and put her small hand in his. Immediately he spun her round and backed her against the nearest wall. She smiled. His free hand came down onto her face and caught her smiling. Fingertips traced over her pale skin and high cheekbones, the long dark lashes framing her dark green eyes, her little nose and slightly parted lips, not full but not thin either. His weight against her, pinning her to the wall made her breath come short, hot against his palm. She was tiny, merely five feet tall and slender, with firm little tits. She wore knee high black leather boots, black stockings on a black mesh garter belt with a matching thong and bra. Over that was a low-slung, short denim skirt, the hem fashionably frayed and a black top that was lightly boned to cinch in her waist and lift her tits. Her scent was Hugo Boss Intense; sinfully musky, with notes of vanilla orchid and Turkish rose.

He pulled her head back by her long, curly, plum coloured hair and kissed her, delving into her mouth, gratified when her tongue danced just as fiercely. His hands moved down to her top, unhooking all the fastenings with incredible dexterity. He flung the top aside and yanked her tits out of their bra cups, reaching behind her to unfasten that too, his lips moving down to her ear.

"You want this, cunt. You want me?"

He had to hear her say it.

"Yes Sir." They were only two words but they were tremulous and half moaned. Her body quivered against him, aroused and scared in equal measure. Even in heels she was tiny, helpless. She didn't know just how helpless she was yet. He ripped the bra free and tossed that aside too.

"What's your safeword?"

"Red Sir."

"What else?" His right hand flew upwards to her throat, squeezing experimentally. His lips found hers parted and trying to gasp, fragile as a newborn bird. Her neck was so slender in his hand, as though he could crush it with one fist. His hands, his makeshift eyes, hypersensitive and terrifically strong, squeezed as her tiny throat worked. Surely she hadn't forgotten?

Her body began to quiver and her knees buckled slightly.

Two unmistakeable taps hit his ribcage. A pause, then two more.

He grinned broadly and then tossed her sideways. She skittered across the floor and he followed the sound, finding her with his left foot. She was hauling air into her stricken lungs. He'd thrown her father than he intended to. He waited for a safeword. None came. He straddled her and pulled her into a sitting position.

"My shirt."

She set to work with trembling hands, taking an inordinately long time to unbutton his shirt. He spent that time working her tits over, groping, rolling and pinching, assessing her moans for pain and pleasure. By the time he shrugged his shirt off her little tits were hot and swelling from the abuse, her nipples tiny little buds, hard as bullets and with areolas maybe an inch in radius. He moved down her body and dragged her skirt off. His hands roamed over her slender curves, down her ribcage to her tiny waist, to the dimples at the base of her spine, her toned little ass and her slender little legs. He avoided her sex completely.

He turned her over and pulled her up onto her knees by the hair, pushing her ass out towards him. He pressed her face into the floor, to make it clear that she wasn't to move. He altered her position slightly and gripped a firm buttock.

"Fair skin, you said." It wasn't a question, she had described herself to him a thousand times in the chats together. He ran his hands from her waist, up and over her asscheeks, groping hard. He drew one arm back and spanked her. Again and again his hands came down on her backside, raining blows, wanting to find out where her tolerance lay. She squealed and squirmed but stayed in position and said nothing. When his own hand began to sting, he gave up and admired his handiwork, running his hands over her scorching hot buttocks. He stood up.

"You too stupid to know when you've had enough?"

"I wanted to take it Sir." He could hear that she was crying now.

"Then let's see what you can take."

He unfastened his trousers and kicked off his shoes, moving around to stand naked before her. He reached downwards and found her face upraised. He slapped her hard across one cheek. Her chin dropped. He dragged her up by the hair till she was kneeling in front of him.

"Put out your tongue."

The tip of his cock grazed her face, sliding downwards till he discovered that she was doing as she was told. He angled her head and then slammed his cock into her throat, ignoring her gagged protestations and struggles. His hands held her in an iron grip while he ravaged her face, popping in and out of her tight throat savagely, relishing every twitch that went through her tiny body. Finally he pulled out. After she had retched up thick saliva and precum onto his floor and taken a ragged but deep breath, he yanked her face onto his cock and did it again.

A long, exquisite moment later, he pulled her off of his dick and pressed her sobbing, retching face to his aching balls. She licked and sucked them willingly, till he tossed her backwards and sent her sprawling across the floor again.

He fell to his knees and followed the sounds she made, moving up her body with incredible speed. He pinned her wrists above her head and sank his face into her sore little tits, kissing and sucking them while giving his throbbing cock time to calm down a little. His head moved lower. He tipped her ass back till her pussy pointed skywards. Her musky scent was potent to him, he could feel the heat from her on his face. He hadn't even touched her there yet.

"Your filthy cunt is soaking." He observed. "You better not cum unless I tell you to. Do you have any self control... I wonder."

He dipped his face to the clean shaven flesh, delving his tongue into her, driving his nose against her clit. Once he had savoured her taste and ensured she was saturated, he kept her ass at the same angle and ploughed his cock down into her, making her take the whole thing all at once. She yelped and bucked. He settled into a punishing rhythm, taking her hard and deep, letting his weight fall onto her with every thrust. Very soon her pussy was flexing on him, her body curling and tensing. His fist closed around her throat, far more threatening than a remonstrative stare.

"Don't you fucking dare."

The way he snarled the words, still fucking her cruelly deep... it was too much for her. She bucked and screamed silently around his clenched fist, cumming and spurting all over his cock. When he eventually let her breathed all she could do was stammer, "I'm sorry' while aftershocks shook her body, skittering through both of them.

"You will be."

He pulled out of her rippling cunt, pressing his fat cockhead downwards.

"NO!"

No wasn't a safe word.

He ploughed into her asshole, stretching her wide, tearing her. He leaned over her tiny body and brought more weight down on her pinned wrists. He was squatting now, his feet either side of her buttocks. He let rip and started battering into her as hard and deep and fast as he could go.

She screamed, begged him to get out.

"Safe word cunt."

"Oh my God it hurts so bad!"

Wrong again.

Having heard enough from her and with a little concern for the neighbours, he choked her again. Her body bucked savagely.

"Tap out."

Again she didn't respond. Realising what that meant, he grinned evilly.

By the time he emptied his balls into her bowels she was unconscious, but he could feel that she wasn't gone. He slammed himself deep as white hot bliss shot down from the base of his spine and out through his cock, spurt after spurt. It had been way too long.

When he finally pulled out she was gasping and shaking, beginning to move. He grabbed her hair and lifted her face, tipping her head to the side.

"Clean me."

His throbbing, shrinking cock slipped into her mouth. To his utter disbelief, her tongue accepted and embraced him, lifting to clean him gently. He dumped his balls in her mouth and when they were clean, he leaned down to speak low in her ear.

One hand came down gently over her wrist, surreptitiously feeling for the strength of her pulse. It was fast and strong and she didn't pull away. He felt her throat gently, assessing for any damage. To her it would be a latent threat however, which was all to the good.

"You've made a mess of my floor cunt, gagging and squirting all over it. You best clean that too."

He released her and rolled onto his back, sated. After a short while he heard her move away, crawling to the places she had soiled.

There would be time enough to question her and find out whether she had enjoyed submitting to him. Time enough to ask her if she was physically ok or if she wanted to go home.

Before long she would crawl further away, then maybe take a walk around. But this was his home. She couldn't leave and he would find her.

Finding her would be fun.

 

[Masterkredix]

"... So this is where I live."

His steps grew more confident as he approached his front door.

In the restaurant he had been self conscious.

It was intriguing, for a blind man to feel self conscious like that. She could read a great deal from his shifting facial expression and tried to make sure that everything she said had inflection that compensated for the fact he couldn't assess her face. He had ordered for both of them and once he knew where everything was, his table manners were precise and graceful. They talked about general things, stuff they had in common, politics and so on. She had confided her darkest desires to this man but here, they had to pirouette through the dance of public courtship. It was surreal to talk about everything except how and why they had found one another. It gave her time to think, to consider how this night was going to end. Was she going to go home with him?

Of course she had. It had been a long time since she had gotten laid, even longer since a man had touched her.

He was blind. How dangerous could he even be?

She was attracted to him, though she wondered if he would be able to dominate her. The things he had done to 'her' in cyber, as a whole and sighted man... well she knew he was sadistic and inventive. She had her reservations about the longer term but she wanted to give him tonight, wanted to see what he'd got.

He closed the front door and hung up his coat and stick. He took her jacket from her and hung that up too. Then he walked through to his lounge confidently, free and as good as sighted within this place that he knew so well.

He held out his hand.

She approached him and put her small hand in his. Immediately he spun her round and backed her against the nearest wall. She smiled. His free hand came down onto her face and caught her smiling. Fingertips traced over her pale skin and high cheekbones, the long dark lashes framing her dark green eyes, her little nose and slightly parted lips, not full but not thin either. His weight against her, pinning her to the wall made her breath come short, hot against his palm. She was tiny, merely five feet tall and slender, with firm little tits. She wore knee high black leather boots, black stockings on a black mesh garter belt with a matching thong and bra. Over that was a low-slung, short denim skirt, the hem fashionably frayed and a black top that was lightly boned to cinch in her waist and lift her tits. Her scent was Hugo Boss Intense; sinfully musky, with notes of vanilla orchid and Turkish rose.

He pulled her head back by her long, curly, plum coloured hair and kissed her, delving into her mouth, gratified when her tongue danced just as fiercely. His hands moved down to her top, unhooking all the fastenings with incredible dexterity. He flung the top aside and yanked her tits out of their bra cups, reaching behind her to unfasten that too, his lips moving down to her ear.

"You want this, cunt. You want me?"

He had to hear her say it.

"Yes Sir." They were only two words but they were tremulous and half moaned. Her body quivered against him, aroused and scared in equal measure. Even in heels she was tiny, helpless. She didn't know just how helpless she was yet. He ripped the bra free and tossed that aside too.

"What's your safeword?"

"Red Sir."

"What else?" His right hand flew upwards to her throat, squeezing experimentally. His lips found hers parted and trying to gasp, fragile as a newborn bird. Her neck was so slender in his hand, as though he could crush it with one fist. His hands, his makeshift eyes, hypersensitive and terrifically strong, squeezed as her tiny throat worked. Surely she hadn't forgotten?

Her body began to quiver and her knees buckled slightly.

Two unmistakeable taps hit his ribcage. A pause, then two more.

He grinned broadly and then tossed her sideways. She skittered across the floor and he followed the sound, finding her with his left foot. She was hauling air into her stricken lungs. He'd thrown her father than he intended to. He waited for a safeword. None came. He straddled her and pulled her into a sitting position.

"My shirt."

She set to work with trembling hands, taking an inordinately long time to unbutton his shirt. He spent that time working her tits over, groping, rolling and pinching, assessing her moans for pain and pleasure. By the time he shrugged his shirt off her little tits were hot and swelling from the abuse, her nipples tiny little buds, hard as bullets and with areolas maybe an inch in radius. He moved down her body and dragged her skirt off. His hands roamed over her slender curves, down her ribcage to her tiny waist, to the dimples at the base of her spine, her toned little ass and her slender little legs. He avoided her sex completely.

He turned her over and pulled her up onto her knees by the hair, pushing her ass out towards him. He pressed her face into the floor, to make it clear that she wasn't to move. He altered her position slightly and gripped a firm buttock.

"Fair skin, you said." It wasn't a question, she had described herself to him a thousand times in the chats together. He ran his hands from her waist, up and over her asscheeks, groping hard. He drew one arm back and spanked her. Again and again his hands came down on her backside, raining blows, wanting to find out where her tolerance lay. She squealed and squirmed but stayed in position and said nothing. When his own hand began to sting, he gave up and admired his handiwork, running his hands over her scorching hot buttocks. He stood up.

"You too stupid to know when you've had enough?"

"I wanted to take it Sir." He could hear that she was crying now.

"Then let's see what you can take."

He unfastened his trousers and kicked off his shoes, moving around to stand naked before her. He reached downwards and found her face upraised. He slapped her hard across one cheek. Her chin dropped. He dragged her up by the hair till she was kneeling in front of him.

"Put out your tongue."

The tip of his cock grazed her face, sliding downwards till he discovered that she was doing as she was told. He angled her head and then slammed his cock into her throat, ignoring her gagged protestations and struggles. His hands held her in an iron grip while he ravaged her face, popping in and out of her tight throat savagely, relishing every twitch that went through her tiny body. Finally he pulled out. After she had retched up thick saliva and precum onto his floor and taken a ragged but deep breath, he yanked her face onto his cock and did it again.

A long, exquisite moment later, he pulled her off of his dick and pressed her sobbing, retching face to his aching balls. She licked and sucked them willingly, till he tossed her backwards and sent her sprawling across the floor again.

He fell to his knees and followed the sounds she made, moving up her body with incredible speed. He pinned her wrists above her head and sank his face into her sore little tits, kissing and sucking them while giving his throbbing cock time to calm down a little. His head moved lower. He tipped her ass back till her pussy pointed skywards. Her musky scent was potent to him, he could feel the heat from her on his face. He hadn't even touched her there yet.

"Your filthy cunt is soaking." He observed. "You better not cum unless I tell you to. Do you have any self control... I wonder."

He dipped his face to the clean shaven flesh, delving his tongue into her, driving his nose against her clit. Once he had savoured her taste and ensured she was saturated, he kept her ass at the same angle and ploughed his cock down into her, making her take the whole thing all at once. She yelped and bucked. He settled into a punishing rhythm, taking her hard and deep, letting his weight fall onto her with every thrust. Very soon her pussy was flexing on him, her body curling and tensing. His fist closed around her throat, far more threatening than a remonstrative stare.

"Don't you fucking dare."

The way he snarled the words, still fucking her cruelly deep... it was too much for her. She bucked and screamed silently around his clenched fist, cumming and spurting all over his cock. When he eventually let her breathed all she could do was stammer, "I'm sorry' while aftershocks shook her body, skittering through both of them.

"You will be."

He pulled out of her rippling cunt, pressing his fat cockhead downwards.

"NO!"

No wasn't a safe word.

He ploughed into her asshole, stretching her wide, tearing her. He leaned over her tiny body and brought more weight down on her pinned wrists. He was squatting now, his feet either side of her buttocks. He let rip and started battering into her as hard and deep and fast as he could go.

She screamed, begged him to get out.

"Safe word cunt."

"Oh my God it hurts so bad!"

Wrong again.

Having heard enough from her and with a little concern for the neighbours, he choked her again. Her body bucked savagely.

"Tap out."

Again she didn't respond. Realising what that meant, he grinned evilly.

By the time he emptied his balls into her bowels she was unconscious, but he could feel that she wasn't gone. He slammed himself deep as white hot bliss shot down from the base of his spine and out through his cock, spurt after spurt. It had been way too long.

When he finally pulled out she was gasping and shaking, beginning to move. He grabbed her hair and lifted her face, tipping her head to the side.

"Clean me."

His throbbing, shrinking cock slipped into her mouth. To his utter disbelief, her tongue accepted and embraced him, lifting to clean him gently. He dumped his balls in her mouth and when they were clean, he leaned down to speak low in her ear.

One hand came down gently over her wrist, surreptitiously feeling for the strength of her pulse. It was fast and strong and she didn't pull away. He felt her throat gently, assessing for any damage. To her it would be a latent threat however, which was all to the good.

"You've made a mess of my floor cunt, gagging and squirting all over it. You best clean that too."

He released her and rolled onto his back, sated. After a short while he heard her move away, crawling to the places she had soiled.

There would be time enough to question her and find out whether she had enjoyed submitting to him. Time enough to ask her if she was physically ok or if she wanted to go home.

Before long she would crawl further away, then maybe take a walk around. But this was his home. She couldn't leave and he would find her.

Finding her would be fun.

*finally manages to pick myself up, nearly a week later*

Wow... Just wow.

Thank you so much.

 

[Masterkredix]

*Wnders through and bumps as I pass*

 

[Masterkredix]

Bump time

 

[Masterkredix]

Time for the monthly bump.

Anyone? Anyone? Buler? Buler???