Blindfold

Maria held up a strip of black cloth. Lois gulped, but nodded.

The dark strip grew until it eclipsed her vision, and the cloth pressed against the sides of her head, just above the ears, and the barmaid made the knot.

"Is that too tight?" she asked.

"No." Lois said, and settled into her own personal darkness.

It was so easy to forget sight, in darkness. Like when she lay awake at night, and couldn't tell if her eyes were open or closed. The brain focuses on other things...the cool air on her naked skin. The soft shuffle of movement of Maria's feet on the bare carpet of the dressing room. The muffled thump of the music, so distant. Her mouth wasn't dry, but held the last lingering echo of the cocktails Lois had sucked down...

Then there was a clink, of something on glass, and Maria returned. Lois could tell she hovered over her, so close she could feel the heat from her skin, smell the soft fresh scent of her body.

A cold, sharp, wet sensation touched her left nipple, and drew a gasp.

"Just lie back, baby." Maria said, as she ran the piece of ice around the rapidly-erect nipple. "Relax. Nobody's going to hurt you. Just listen to the sound of my voice..." The barmaid said with smooth tones.

The ice left a cold, wet trail down Lois' tit to her sternum, then up the other side.

"...let all your cares just fade away. Focus on what's happening to you right now, the sensations in your body..."

Lois realized she had been tense, and deliberately tried to relax her body, going almost limp in the chair. The ice cube circled her right breast in a slow, lazy spiral, then began to trail its way down to her belly.

"...relax, deeper and deeper, all your attention focused on that one spot..."

Even though she knew it was coming, Lois gasped when the rapidly dwindling piece of ice touched her clitoris. Maria held it there against the sensitive nub of flesh as their mutual body heat melted it, the cold rivulets running down to join Lois' own juices. Maria ran a wet finger up and down blindfolded reporter's slit.

There was the clink of glass, again. Lois figured Maria had fetched another ice cube, wondered where she was going to put it. Trust games had never featured into her sexual life before, but she admitted to herself that it was arousing...and hopefully with that trust, Maria would tell her what she knew about the missing women.

"Your cunt is wet," Maria said, in that same sultry, pleasant tone. "I can feel the heat from here. Focus on that heat. Focus on that part of you. That hot little tunnel. The heat building up in there, getting wetter and wetter..."

Lois responded...felt herself respond, almost as though the words were bypassing her brain completely. She did feel the heat build in her groin, that strange almost-itch deep in her cunt the presaged the dampness. The blindfolded woman wanted to rub her legs together, shift her hips, anything, but her body was like dead weight to her, like when she would wake up from sleep but the nighttime paralysis hadn't let go yet.

Something touched Lois' lower lips, just below the clitoris. It wasn't ice. It burned.