Blindfolded Bliss: A Manual for Him

The rain hammered against the windows of my office, a frantic, insistent rhythm mirroring the frantic anticipation thrumming beneath my skin. Brad was on a business trip, a week-long conference in Chicago, and I’d decided to inject a little spice into his absence. My husband, a man of considerable experience in the bedroom, had always been self-sufficient in his pursuits. But sometimes, a playful challenge, a little control, was just what the doctor ordered. And that's precisely what I’d planned.

The idea, as I’ve mentioned in a previous conversation, stemmed from the concept of “jerk off instruction.” It's a rather specific, and frankly, slightly bizarre fetish where one person dictates the actions of another during masturbation, feeding a need for both dominance and submission. Brad, bless his heart, was an expert at the craft, having honed his skills over decades. But that didn't mean I couldn't have some fun messing with him, adding a layer of intrigue and anticipation to his lonely nights.

I’d carefully selected my tools, items that held a certain intimacy and a hint of transgression. A pair of panties I’d worn earlier that day, imbued with the scent of my arousal, a tube of AstroGlide for extra lubrication, and my six-inch black butt plug – a favorite of Brad’s, known for its intense stimulation. These were discreetly tucked away in the side pocket of his suitcase, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

As I dropped him off at the airport, a mischievous glint in my eyes, I delivered my first instruction: “Don’t unpack until 10 PM sharp.” The look on his face was priceless, a mixture of confusion and reluctant compliance. It was the perfect beginning.

The hours crawled by, punctuated by the incessant rain and the constant check of my phone. Finally, at precisely 10 PM, the Skype session request arrived, confirming my plan was in motion. I quickly donned a tailored business suit, a stark contrast to the seductive allure of my outfit underneath. A short black skirt, a sheer blouse with the top buttons undone, and my six-inch black heels completed the look, adding a touch of power and control. And, of course, I left my bra unfastened, a blatant invitation to the pleasure that awaited.

When the session commenced, Brad appeared as instructed, naked and vulnerable in front of his laptop. The familiar, slightly awkward atmosphere of Skype filled the room. Taking a deep breath, I adopted my most confident, "sexy business woman" voice, laced with a playful edge. “Prepare yourself, darling,” I purred, “because I’m about to instruct you in the art of masturbation.”

I directed him to open his suitcase and retrieve the items I’d placed inside. He returned with the soiled panties, the AstroGlide tube, and the black butt plug, his expression a mixture of amusement and apprehension. Knowing his penchant for anal play, I felt a surge of excitement. It was time to take control.

I began by instructing him to examine the panties, noting the faint discoloration in the crotch. He inhaled deeply, savoring the lingering scent of my arousal, a primal reaction that intensified my own anticipation. “Stop,” I commanded, my voice firm yet playful. “The instruction has just begun.”

Next, I asked him to apply a generous amount of AstroGlide to his fingers, then insert it into his asshole. He complied without hesitation, turning his back to the laptop and propping his leg up on the chair for a better view. As he smeared the lubricant across his body, I felt the familiar tingle between my legs, my nipples beginning to harden in response.

As he worked on himself, I took my own pleasure in anticipation. My leg was raised to my desk, and my finger danced across my wet slit. The anticipation was palpable, a shared experience of mutual arousal.

With the asshole thoroughly lubricated, I ordered him to slide the butt plug into his rectum. He complied, the movement eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. As the plug descended, I could see the expansion of his muscles, a clear indication of the intense stimulation he was experiencing.

Now, the real fun began. I took my own hands and began to tease my pussy, while simultaneously focusing on Brad's pleasure. It was a perfect balance of dominance and submission, a dance of desire and control.

As he neared climax, I instructed him to cup his balls and engage in a slow, deliberate stroking motion for approximately ten minutes. I took my hand from my pussy and placed my glass dildo to his head, watching as he became completely immersed in his pleasure.

Brad’s body began to tremble, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he approached the brink. With each stroke, his pleasure grew more intense. During this time, I enjoyed teasing the head of his cock, making him want it even more.

When he finally lost control, a massive wave of cum erupted from his penis, splashing across my panties. The scent was intoxicating, a potent reminder of the pleasure we had just shared. The butt plug remained firmly lodged in his rectum, contributing to the sensation of intense anal stimulation.

As he regained his composure, I continued my dominance, directing him to lick the cum from my panties. The taste of his semen was exquisite, a perfect complement to the overall experience. I watched with amusement as he savored every drop, lost in the moment.

Finally, I told him that the instruction wasn't over yet. I instructed him to bring the panties back to his face and lick the cum from them, savoring the sensation. This time, I was the one reaching climax, my pussy gripped the glass toy as I entered the heights of a massive orgasm.

The experience was exhilarating, a potent blend of lust, desire, and control. We both agreed that it had been an unforgettable night, a perfect example of how to spice up a long-distance relationship. As we logged off, a sense of shared pleasure lingered in the air, a testament to the power of human connection and the thrill of domination. The rain outside had slowed to a drizzle, and a sliver of moonlight peeked through the clouds, illuminating the room with an ethereal glow. It was a perfect end to a perfect night.

Did you like this story? Blindfolded Bliss: A Manual for Him look, but like these, here Hot hot sex story.