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Utter isolation caught her by
surprise. Sunny knew she wasn’t alone and yet it was exactly what
she experienced. Maybe because she knew he stood there, and would
be there if she needed him, she wasn’t scared.

The hood felt like a second skin.
The muzzle was zipped closed and the eyes were covered. He couldn’t
hear what she said and she couldn’t see what was going on. She’d
been blindfolded before and could get over the no sight thing. The
two together were another door for them to go through. Although she
started to think lack of hearing would be difficult for her to
handle.

Court stepped close behind her,
pressing his body against hers as he cupped her breasts in his
hands. Leaning in, he put his mouth right by her ear and talked in
a normal voice.

“You’re doing beautifully,
sweetheart. I know you can do this.” Her confidence in handling the
silent darkness was boosted by his assurance, and she nodded her
head in response.

“I’m going to…” he started to say
as he plucked her nipples. They may not be big, but she definitely
enjoyed them being played with. “I’m going to secure your arms to
the stretcher bar. We’ve used it before. You know how securely it
is attached to the ceiling. I don’t want you to worry about
anything, only feel and come as often as you want.”

Nodding easily, she was comfortable
with them using the hook in the ceiling. They’d used it before,
many times, and everything had been fine.

Padded cuffs surrounded her wrists
and were firmly secured with strips of Velcro. It wasn’t tight
enough so her circulation was cut off, but they wouldn’t move. The
cuffs weren’t connected to each other, although she knew they each
had a chain and clip he’d use to attach them to the bar.

The throbbing in her pussy picked
up its pace. She had a long way to go before any real relief, but
hopefully he’d gift her with a climax or two before
then.

The bar swung gently against her
back and she was ready to be secured to it. The bar was moved in
front of her where he held it against her hipbones. Its presence
alone had her breathing faster. Eager to show she was in the right
place for what he wanted to do, she moved her hands to rest in
front of her. Holding them out in supplication, she patiently
waited for the next step.

There wasn’t long to wait. He took
one cuffed hand and clipped the chain onto the o-ring on the end of
the bar before he secured the other. Her arms were held a tiny bit
more than shoulder width and it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Before they went further, he put
something in her hand and closed it around the item. The belt. She
knew what it was for, a replacement for her to voice a pause or
stop word. The words had never been voiced before and she thought
they wouldn’t this time, but her lover was prepared for
anything.

“This is my belt. Hold it. I’ll
stop immediately if it drops to the floor. Do you understand,
sweetheart?”

Nodding and saying yes she did
apparently wasn’t enough for Court. Sunny laughed when he told her
to drop it as a trial. Of course she dropped the belt, but was sure
she wasn’t going to need the emergency measure. He put it back in
her hand and reminded her again what it was for.

“Remember. If the belt drops, I’ll
stop what I’m doing immediately.” He waited for her to nod again
and moved until he stood behind her. Even though she wasn’t cold,
his chest was warm. She enjoyed how it pressed against her back,
offering heat and comfort.

They stood together, two
individuals who loved each other, for a few minutes. Maybe he
waited for her breath to calm back down and maybe he was finding
his zone before he started. Whatever it was, she relaxed and fell
into the scene. She was his to pleasure and in return, she’d
come.

“You look beautiful right now,” he
whispered in one ear and zipped it closed. Moving his hands down to
her hips, he held on before his fingers started to circle her
hipbones. His breath gently whispered over her shoulder before his
lips pressed a few soothing kisses there.

“I love you, sweetness,” he told
her and zipped the last ear closed.

She was shut off from all except
the result of what he did to her physically and what went through
her head. Only darkness surrounded her until Court wrapped his arms
to encircle her chest and hold her close. The warmth radiating from
him intoxicated her. His love was there with each beat from his
heart as it pounded against her back.

The place he’d put her in with a
simple clasp was bright and beautiful. Pressing a kiss to one
shoulder, he started to tighten the strips of leather lacing the
hood closed. Her senses were locked down except for her ability to
feel his touch. Then, as if she was watching it happen to someone
else, he secured the buckle around her neck. After he ran a finger
between the leather hood and her neck, ensuring there was room, her
lover stepped away.

She heard and saw nothing. All she
could do was wait for him to touch her in some way. Her curiosity
and excitement grew further.

Suddenly her arms started to rise
and she gripped the belt even tighter while holding her breath.
Once she was comfortable with what was happening, Sunny realized
her legs were free to move and they did. Pleasure robbed her of
being able to stand still. She needed to move, encourage him to
touch her.

It didn’t take long before the bar
holding her arms stopped moving when they reached her chin. There
was no discomfort, but even if he asked and she heard his query,
there was no way for her to verbally answer him. She was closed off
in every way but to his touch. Confusion at how they were supposed
to communicate took over. The warmth surrounding her started to
disappear and the feeling of loss embraced her mind.

Whenever they’d played before their
connection fed the next step. Apparently they weren’t going to
communicate with her senses shut off from him. Were they supposed
to interact? The more she looked at it, the sooner she accepted
they weren’t going to. She was there to feel and nothing else.
Maybe coming and enjoying was all she was supposed to get out of
their scene.

Court’s finger ran down her spine
and back up, pulling her from the dark pit where she’d started to
settle. There, all she needed was for him to touch her and she was
back in the bright light. Interesting how easy it would be to feel
lost and alone, but she wasn’t. Her lover was there and he wasn’t
going anywhere.

Big, strong, rough hands slowly
smoothed the flesh from her hips to almost under her arms. They
moved around and gently cupped her breasts before they started to
pinch and twist her hardened nipples.

When he moved away this time, she
was better prepared for the temporary loss of his presence. She
relived his touch over and over again. A path of flames followed
wherever he touched her body. It burned deliciously and she wanted
more.

“More, please touch me
again.”

Even though she asked, Sunny knew
he couldn’t hear anything she said. The pleading was only for
her.

There were no hints of what would
come steal her breath when he returned with a touch. Excitement and
thrills abounded. It was like she was speeding down a winding road
without any brakes. He dipped a finger bigger than it had ever
seemed before inside her pussy and gently swirled around. In her
mind, the digit was large, almost like a second cock.

A second finger was added and she
couldn’t breathe. The fullness was wonderful and sent her closer to
coming with each thrust and twirl. He added another finger to the
mix, only this one rubbed over her clit.

She wanted to grab his hand and
bump and grind against it, only she couldn’t. Even though she
couldn’t see for herself, she knew when a pink flush washed across
her face and over her breasts. Surrounded by heat, she was
comforted by its presence.

Court thrust the two fingers inside
her pussy, then pulled them free before he pushed a flat oblong
shaped object inside. It wasn’t big, but whatever it was suddenly
rumbled to life. A vibrator. She knew the one they had, it was pink
and remote controlled.

The slow, steady vibrations fed her
desire to climax. She’d been eager to come with his fingers and the
toy would take her even higher without any excuses.

“Excuses? Fat chance of using
those,” Sunny said and laughed. There would be no excuses because
he couldn’t hear anything she said through the hood.

There was a great deal she wanted
and couldn’t ask for anything. She wanted relief, but none came her
way. She couldn’t stop her legs from moving closer together and
wasn’t sure why they clasped closer together. Whether it was to
stop him from taking the vibrator or to keep it from slipping out,
she wasn’t sure and didn’t care. The rumbling she was treated to
felt delightful.

A hand on her ass squeezed a cheek
before the other joined in. Two hands jiggled her small backside
until she believed she had a bodacious booty. Even though it was
dark beneath the hood, her eyes closed and she fell into simply
feeling.

Cool lubricant slipped along her
crack and stole her breath away. She was ready for whatever toy he
introduced back there, although she had a good idea what it
was.

Fingers played, scissored, and
spread her back rose. The digits moved easily because she wore a
plug most days. It was their special brand and marked her as
belonging to him and him alone. A shiny obsidian stone plug with a
ring they often tied to her collar and flat end reading
This
Woman is Heart Mate of Courtland Dickerson, Lucky Double
D
.

Plugging her backside was no simple
toy. The device was something they had together, connecting them
much as a wedding band would.

With a vibrator and plug buried
inside her body, the man had managed to make her feel taken without
his cock anywhere inside her. He moved away and she was left to
absorb what was happening by focusing on all she experienced. It
wasn’t hard to do and she could only smile as pleasure took
over.

Sunny accepted she was in for a
wild and wonderfully erotic scene, she only hoped she
survived.

Stepping back, Court looked at his
lover. With gratitude, he thanked everyone and everything that
helped bring Sunny into his life. The world had brightened and
opened wide for him when she said yes to his request for a date.
Without facing any serious problems, only bumps and pebbles, they’d
found their way in building a relationship while growing their
prospective businesses.

As far as he knew, the only place
she had no boundaries whatsoever that centered around sex. She was,
he believed, a true voluptuary. For him, such a person loved sex
and sought it out or connected with the person or people who
indulged them and their needs. He was the perfect person for her.
It helped that he was constantly horny, although sex was something
he’d had whenever and with whoever until Sunny came into his
life.

They had a great relationship and
it was only getting better. They were compatible in that they
wanted to try anything at least once. In the beginning of their
relationship they’d talked about taking a step further into the
bondage realm and, so far, it was going well albeit
slowly.

Hands on hips, he took in her
beauty. He’d spent a great deal of time in Hollywood and had spent
some time at the top. All it had given him was money, a problem
with drugs and alcohol, and women. There was nothing real about the
ladies he’d hooked up with, which made Sunny even more beautiful in
his eyes.

Sunny was completely naked except
for the leather horse hood and there was nothing to stop him from
looking his fill.

With her blonde hair and blue eyes
hidden, he found her silky white skin enticing. He wanted to run
his fingers over every inch. Even though she was tiny, her legs
seemed to go on forever. He was glad he’d ditched the idea of her
wearing boots for their scene. Her tidy pubes, flat belly, and hip
bones protruding from either side drew his attention
next.

Buried between her legs was a
vibrator they’d used before. He had the remote control device,
which meant at the moment he controlled her orgasms.

Reaching into his pocket, he
pressed the button and made it go a little faster. Her head fell
back and her hips shook. He smiled and knew she was feeling horny.
The plug in her ass, he believed, was a comfort element because she
wore it often.

For a second he could swear she
cried out. He hoped she had, but either way, he knew she’d come. A
flush covered her entire body along with a thin sheen of
perspiration. Her hips moved a little less surely and finally
stopped as her head dropped forward.

One observation he made about the
hood was how he didn’t particularly like her silent orgasm. He
wanted to hear her cry out, moan, and sometimes beg for relief. She
did nothing, and he decided he’d leave the muzzle open next time
they used the hood. His lust was fed by her pleasure and he needed
to hear her enjoyment.

The leather hood was made by the
same guy who had made the plug and the unique black horse and
saddle dildo she’d been riding when they met. The artisan’s
workmanship was fantastic. If, no, when another idea popped into
his head, Court knew he’d definitely go back to him
again.