Diary of M | A Housewife Bondage Blog – Blindfold Game (Entry 6)

Diary, I arrived home a few hours late because of Hawke’s stunt. Thankfully, my husband had to work late. Nevertheless, a few days later, I received a cryptic text from my lover. It read:

Meet me at this address:

24773 Warner Concourse, South Side. 6pm.

The South Side was a particularly sketchy neighborhood. Derelict buildings and abandoned warehouses characterized the district. But he had power over me, so I went there despite the danger. He met me outside an old factory at 24773—Jim’s Printing.

“What is this place, Mr. Hawke?”

“I own it. Come inside.”

I followed him into the building. He moved through the large double doors to an enormous breaker box with a combination padlock. He fiddled with it. I stood half in darkness and half in sunlight. I couldn’t help but think that this juxtaposition was a symbol. Then the factory lights came on. It was an immense building with several rooms and floors.

Hawke wasted no time. He’s the type of man to waste nothing, I thought. He moved. I followed. My lover guided me into a vast, empty room filled with dusty antique printing presses.

“What is this place?” I asked.

“Another test.”

“Yes, but why is this place significant? What about the room above your office?”

“Nothing special about it. I just wanted more privacy. Nobody will hear us in this neighborhood. Here, put this on and strip like you did before. We have little time.”

“Another meeting?” I said as my clothes came off and tossed them on a nearby table. I inspected the item he had handed me.

“Something like that,” he answered as he loosened his tie.

“A blindfold. You want me to wear a blindfold. You’re going to use me in a blindfold game, aren’t you, sir? And I won’t see it.”

“Yes. I’ll use and abuse you in complete darkness. But you want me to use your body, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then put it on, M.”

I tied it over my eyes tightly, and the room went dark.

“Bend over, spread your legs, and hold the metal bars on the printing press.” His voice ordered from the side of me.

“Yes, sir.”

I bent over and did as he commanded.

“Good. Now, M, tell me about your hole?”

“My hole is your toy, sir.”

“Excellent. Now tell me, what do you want me to do with your hole, M?”

“I want you to use it, sir. I want you to ravish me like you did before.”

“You need it, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Yes, I need it. I need you inside me, finding my center.”

“Then I can use all your holes. Correct?”

I nodded, lost in the dark.

“Now, I’m going to put my cock in your mouth.”

“Yes, sir.”

I heard a zip and the rummaging of his penis coming out of his pants. Before I could say anything, it was in my mouth, and it tasted warm and salty.

“Open wide, M. That’s it.”

He slid his cock in and out, and it felt dazzling.

“You like having a man’s cock in your mouth, don’t you, M? It probably doesn’t matter which man it is, does it?”

I tried to answer with his thick penis inside my mouth, but a garbled noise came.

Then, something touched my cheek. It was warm, too. It was fleshy, but not his fingers. What was it? I did some mental calculations, but I quickly realized someone had offered me a second cock. Oh…

“Go ahead, M. Suck us both at the same time.”

Without hesitation, I accepted both pricks into my wet mouth.

One at a time, I alternated sucking each cock. Slobber dripped down my chin as I accepted them both. The two rods of flesh moved in and out of my mouth—one cock in, and the other cock out. I double-barreled them with gusto.

“That’s it, M. Suck us both. Suck our cocks.”

My lips stretched to the limit, and the sensation was an amazing feeling. Hawke’s surprise made me hot and horny, for sure. I became desperate for the two men.

“You love this, don’t you, M?” Hawke asked. His compatriot remained silent.

I pulled away from my double indulgence a moment and replied, “Yes. Oh, yes.”

“You love being a slut, a whore, a toy, a slut, a plaything, a fuck toy, don’t you, M?”

“Yes. I love being your slut. Your whore. Your toy.”

The two rods glided back into my open gullet. I sucked them some more, relishing in the feeling of this two-fold fantasy.

“What do you want, M?”

I pulled away and replied, “I want both these cocks. My husband would never let me have this.”

“Tell me what you need, M.”

“I need your cocks in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I want them in every hole. I want them in my holes.”

“You want to be fucked in every hole, don’t you, M?”

“Yes. Yes. I want them. I want them in my holes.”

“Good. Take his cock.”

It filled my mouth, and I sucked it. I tasted it, and I knew I could swallow it down.

“Yes. That’s it. Good, suck his cock. Take it.”

I suckled the penis. He had girth, and it felt right in my mouth. Hawke’s prick suddenly slipped next to the other man’s. I could barely accept both thicknesses into my mouth. My lips stretched, and my heart yearned for these men to fuck me.

Then, the second gentleman pulled out. He left me with Hawke’s elegant weapon. I kept at it.

Next, the second cock pressed into the small of my back, where the two dimples formed a triangle with my ass crack. My body plunged into a state of euphoria. The possibilities ran through my mind. I wanted more. I wanted this more than anything. My husband would never do this for me. He’d be horrified. It felt indecent. It felt better than indecent. It was fantastic, and it was my secret. It was my darkest secret, and it was also my pleasure. It was my desire. I was addicted to it already. I needed two men, and I wanted more. I sucked Hawke’s cock, and I wanted the other man to enter my ass.

“That’s good, M. That’s good,” Hawke said as he rocked back and forth into me. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock in my mouth as deep as it would go. Then, the second cock entered my pussy in a smooth, clean thrust.

“Oh…” I gasped as I pulled Hawke’s cock from my mouth. “Yes. Yes. Oh, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

I plunged his engorged digit back inside. My body became enflamed. My pussy burned with desire. It was dripping. The cocks moved in and out of my holes, one at a time, each one taking turns with the other, playing Hawke’s blindfold game. My bound hands found my pussy. It dripped. I was so fucking hot. I couldn’t stop playing with myself. My pussy dripped to the floor. I needed them in me. I needed them. I wanted them. I wanted them inside me. I wanted to be fucked, ravished, used, and then discarded. They took turns—one in and the other out, one in and the other out, again and again.

“Take her pussy,” Hawke commanded.

One in my mouth and one in my pussy. They fucked me hard. Harder than my husband had ever fucked me. Harder than anyone has fucked me.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.”

It was like a dream, a fantasy, the best blindfold game.

They fucked my mouth and pussy, one after another. One after another. Again and again.

I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to leave. I was their slut. Their multi-use toy. A fuck puppet. I wanted more. Hawke pulled out from my mouth. I heard him move about.

“M, you’re so enthusiastic. So fucking hot.”

I could hear him behind me. He was watching me get fucked. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I needed it. I wanted them inside my pussy and my ass. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” The stranger fucked me harder, faster.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck me.”

My pussy was ablaze. I didn’t want him to stop. I was getting so close.

But suddenly, the stranger pulled out. I gasped. I needed him back inside.

“No. No. No. No. Don’t leave. Don’t leave me.”

Hawke chuckled. “Now, now, M. I can’t have you coming too early. You’re my slut, my whore, my fuck toy. Aren’t you, M?”

“Yes, but…”

I couldn’t answer, and then I realized… Faint footsteps left the room.

“Hawke? Hawke?”

Diary, he left me there. Bound. Blindfolded. Unsatisfied. Horny as hell in a bad part of town. I had no choice but to beg for his return. “Hawke? Please, please. I need to come. I need you to fuck my ass. Please. You can’t leave me here like this.”

No answer.

My body trembled in my bindings.

“Hawke?” I said one final time, meekly.

Still no answer.

Alone in the dark. Bound. Blindfolded. Untouched. Horny. Needy. My pussy dripped. My body was on fire. My ass was empty. My mouth was empty. How was I going to get out of this? My hands tied in his blindfold game. No clothes. The South Side. What would I tell my husband?

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