Trained to submit

She felt the warmth of the room as they entered. Not what you would feel from a room that had been unprepared. Or empty. They were walking, both of them tapping on the floor, but she thought she heard something else, though she couldn’t identify it. Was it traffic outside? Or people nearby?

Fidel brought her to the chaise lounge in the middle of the room, the black leather chair over six feel long, with one end sloping sharply up in the back.

She felt the heat when she heard the click. Was it a light coming on? Why was it so hot? Monika was able to feel the warmth on her skin. It must be close.

“Sit down here, Monika. Relax now.” He helped her down, her naked legs sticking to the leather chair. Soon she would warm it up.

It was cold, sure it was leather. Her skin began to stick to it. He turned her sideways, pushing her back until she hit the back of the chair. He lifted her feet, turning her sideways until she was reclining on it. It must be a leather couch, long because her feet never touched the other armrest. And strange, there were no sides to it. Only one back that she could feel. She put her arms to her sides, not sure what she was to do but sure that Fidel would soon tell her.

“I’m going to sit right across from you so don’t get scared. I will tell you exactly what to do. Leave the blindfold on. Can you do that for me, Monika?”

He got up, Monika grew tense for a moment until she heard his voice again. This time it wasn’t near, but not far away. The silence was almost deafening, as though it was fake.

“Yes, Fidel.” What did he want me to do? And why here, not back in the other room?

“I want you to masturbate for me, Monika. Show me how aroused you can become until you cum.” He waited to hear her answer.

The first thought in her head was she alone with him? Or were there others in the room? She tried to shut out all the sounds but couldn’t pinpoint anything. It was as though the silence came alive, pipes creaking, floors cracking, the wind blowing twigs against the windows, the sound of traffic, all sounding so close and loud. She sat back on the couch, lifting up her knees until her legs were bent back against her. Her hands went to work as though he willed them to do this.

She had a look of contentment on her face as her hands moved between her legs, sliding down between her thighs until her legs parted, the darkness of her treasures hidden beneath the skirt silhouetted in the overhead light that shone brightly from above her, though she still didn’t realized that she was the center of attention. She hiked up her skirt, her hands already caressing her thighs with such attentiveness, sliding close to her pussy but not touching, as though teasing herself. Or Fidel.

She forgot about almost everything, all except Fidel, knowing that he was watching her and that excited her beyond belief. Every touch of her fingers was like it was the first time, her senses heightened by the blindfold and her powerful voyeur. She could hear his breathing, knowing he was so close. She reached to the side of her skirt, the zipper sliding down filling the room with the sound of hissing. She pushed her ass up into the air as she shook her hips from side to side, trying to get the too tight skirt down over her hips, almost ripping it in her haste. She wanted to be free of the restraining garment. She kicked it off her ankles, hearing it sail across the room before it fell to the floor with a gentle swoosh. Her hands teased along her thighs again, but she closed her legs, her hands moving up to undo the blouse one button at a time, starting with the bottom. As each one opened, she spread the blouse to the side, feeling the night air on her naked stomach and then moved higher. She pulled the blouse open, finally all the buttons open, pushing out her breasts brazenly as she pulled the blouse off. Her fingers teased along her bare bosom, one finger running up and down the deep cleavage until she felt the goose bumps pop up on her skin. Her nipples hardened in spite of not having touching them yet, growing erect at the thought of baring her breasts to Fidel. Her hands grasped her breasts like a man would do, squeezing them hard until she felt them pushed to up the top of her bra. She released them, pulling her back from the chair, a crackling sound as her bare skin pulled away from the leather. She undid the catch of her bra with a deft flick of her hands, teasing Fidel by holding it over her breasts as the bra released their captured pair. One hand teasingly slid the straps down over her arms until both of them were gone, her hands the only thing protecting her breasts from his eyes. She sat up in the chair, the soft bra slipping down, her hands capturing her bare breasts before they were revealed.

She was incredible, teasing him with her body, finally moving her hands to the side long enough to reveal her naked breasts to the waiting light, illuminating the firm flesh, the erect nipples surrounded by the dark areolas that circled them. She arched her back, thrusting them out as though she was pushing them into his face. Fidel watched as she settled back against the chair, this time her fingers coming up to tease at the hardened nipples, playing with them until they rose to the occasion. Her fingers teased around them as they swelled, only when at full attention did she squeeze them with her fingers, her lips curled as Fidel realized that she was squeezing them hard as if to please him. And she was. She settled back comfortably in the chair, one hand playing with her breasts, her legs spreading almost on their own, her other hand trailing down over her stomach to brush across the front of her panties.

She didn’t even realize her legs were spread until her fingers found her pussy, squeezing her bush until she found her puffy lips, two fingers squeezing them and pulling them up, her panties growing wet with her arousal. Her fingers pinched her nipples until they hurt, almost wishing she had the nipple clamps to put on them for Fidel. Her finger curled up and down her slit, pushing the damp panties between the pouty lips of her pussy, her fingers beginning the gentle masturbation that would be the preliminary. She spread her legs wider, her feet still hitting no restraints as she spread her legs, her fingers more urgent.

“Take off your panties, Monika. Show me your pussy again.” Fidel took a more active part, wanting to see how well she would obey. Her hips rose up, the panties skimmed down her legs in haste as she submitted. Her bare ass settled back down on the sticky leather chair. “Spread your legs. Show me all of your pussy.”

She spread her legs, almost feeling his eyes staring between her legs, feeling her wetness intensify as her lips pulled apart, exposing her inner lips to Fidel’s eyes. She wished she had a cigar to push inside, but she would have to be satisfied with her fingers. She waited as if she needed Fidel’s next command, and was glad when he did give it.

“Play with your pussy. Raise your ass up and open up your lips so I can see you better.” Her ass pulled off the sticky leather seat, rising up, her legs spread wide.

Her fingers gripped her wet pussy lips, squeezing tight as they tried to elude her grip, her fingers finally trapping the wet flesh to yank them wide until it ached. She could feel the warm air as if it were blowing directly on her. She kept that position, sure that he could almost see inside her.

The bright lights from above glistened off her juices, her pussy lips pulled wide apart, her pink insides exposed to the harsh glare of the lights. She kept the position as if posing for a camera. “Get on your hands and knees, Monika.” She obeyed without question, flipping over, eagerly pushing her head down, her ass rising up high, her hips almost wagging back and forth. She was getting excited performing for him. He picked up the vibrator, the thick shaft a shiny black, curled balls running around the tip that turned in rotation, the head shaped like the helmet of a cock, Fidel’s cock. He moved close enough to throw the vibrator next to her. It bounced near her leg. “Use that, Monika. And spread your legs wide. I want to see everything.” Another light clicked on, this one from the side behind him, shining directly on her naked ass. It lit up every nook and cranny of her pussy and her ass, including the slightly inflamed asshole that Miguel had penetrated last weekend.