“Are you ready?” He asked.
“Yes, Sir.” She replied, blindfolded and kneeling.
The game had now begun.
There was a pause, and then she felt the presence of someone standing over her, but the blindfold prevented her from seeing who.
She opened her mouth a little wider, anticipating penetration.
Naked, save for a pair of handcuffs connecting her hands behind her back, she knelt with her knees resting on a pillow.
There would be no more talking now, for either participant (other than to call out a safe word, of course). It was all part of the game. Even a groan or a gasp of pleasure could give away the truth and ruin everything.
Silence.
The only thing she could hear was the rapid beating of her heart in her ears. The anticipation was becoming too much, she wanted it now!
Then, her wish was granted. A warm, heavy pressure landed gently on her eager tongue. She heard an exhale from whomever had their cock in her mouth, but it revealed nothing.
She resisted the urge to tongue the cock, exploring it for clues. It was against the rules; she was to remain as still as possible, to be a hole, and nothing more. The person penetrating her mouth would do all the work.
