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Apr 15

Quiet: a smut scene

I am putting this after a jump so readers can skip if they prefer

It was a ritual by now. Her ropes, the careful knots, and certainly the blindfold. I followed the pattern dutifully, like Pavlov’s dogs, wet with anticipation. What came next was another story. Her tools, different every time stayed hidden until I was immobile, blind. Sometimes I could guess, the tight sing of a crop or a double penetration vibe. This time was a new penetration. Like fingers. Not quite. It isn’t until her foot, wet with cum reaches my mouth that I realize. I let an unpreventable moan escape as my tongue navigated her toes. Maybe she didn’t hear.

She heard.

Waiting till her foot was properly clean, she grabs the ruler, straddles my face and the punishment starts. Several severe slaps across my nipples and labia, my screams muffled by her cunt. Screams are allowed now. Silence is only required when she creates, not when she destroys.

She finishes. My face wet with cum and tears. Her tools hidden again, she meticulously reverses the binding ritual. Lastly the blindfold is removed, my shame exposed, and she stares me dead in the eyes. “Tomorrow. There will be silence tomorrow,” she whispers before leaving.

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