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Lyndy knew that when Master slipped the blindfold over her eyes and ordered his other submissive Tasha to adorn her with extra thick lipstick that something quite kinky was about to happen. He had kept her in the bedroom and adjacent sitting room all afternoon without telling her what was going to transpire.
The longer she waited, the more the question nagged and gnawed her insides. What was he up to?
His voice was low and thick with lust he ordered her to remove her top, slip off her skirt, and yet keep her panties and high heels on.
He led her by the hand from the bedroom and the first hint of what was happening struck when they entered the hallway. Sounds of friendly of conversation that quieted when she click-clacked in her heels on the wooden floor.
Murmurs rose, like voices of appreciation. The attention touched Lyndy’s psyche while Master led her in his grip. People greeted the duo.
“Very nice, Frederick,” said a man.
“She looks as delicious as the wine tastes,” teased a woman.
Frederick kept her walking quickly enough that the voices weren’t recognizable.
“Do we get a go at her, Master Frederick?”
“Who has the honor of stripping off her panties?”
Lyndy was being paraded and the scene was now coming together. Master was having a play party. He had kept it a secret from her and the guests had gathered and she was…Lyndy wasn’t sure.
The attraction?
An attraction?
Master was skilled at surprises that kept her guessing and made her off balance.
“Kneel.” He held her arms and helped her kneel. “Good. You’re so obedient and trusting. My directives for you are simple. You are to remain speechless, no matter what happens, and you are to respond with your mouth whenever anything touches your lips. You’re your arms by your side at all times. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Enjoy.”
And with that, Master’s footsteps traveled to another location and Lyndy knelt alone on a soft cushion. Perhaps a pillow. Perhaps a sofa cushion. With eyesight gone, sounds grew more pronounced and so did other sensations like air swirling over her body, cooling her flesh and causing her nipples to tighten.
Time suddenly disappeared while Lyndy emptied her mind of thought so she wouldn’t strain and try to decipher clues from movement and sounds of conversation. The vagueness and unpredictability infused her with arousal knowing that her tits were exposed and a chill settled over her flesh.
Perhaps nervous. Wondering. Off balance.
Until something happened. A soft clatter. Like a knocking or something scattered.
