Keep still

You don't protest right away, and your landlord is quick to take your silence for consent. The last thing you see is him leaning forward as he places the blindfold over your eyes, instantly darkening your vision. You let out a startled gasp as he pulls the elastic over your head, but tied up as you are there is nothing you can do to stop him. You wobble around on the sofa, not sure what to say or do in this situation. Is that odd feeling in your gut caused by fear or excitement?

Moments later you feel him press a salty-tasting finger between your lips as he gently pulls your mouth open. A rubbery ball is inserted into your mouth, and you can feel him **** it deeper. You gag as your jaw is pulled wide, the ball now firmly clenched between your teeth. You can then feel him clasp the gadget closed at the back of your head. You are quick to test your ability to speak, but find that you can vocalize little else but a muffled grunt.

Your squirm around in discomfort, suddenly unable to rely on most of your usual senses. You try to listen around for your landlord, but he doesn't seem to be moving or speaking anymore. You blindly turn your head every which way, gurgling questioningly at him - but no reply comes. You slobber uselessly on the gag, frustrated that you don't know what's going on.

Suddenly you feel his hands on you, and you let out a muffled yelp and jerk your body at his touch. You feel him forcibly turn you around on the sofa; rolling you onto your back. You're lying on top of your bound arms now, swinging your legs up as you feel fingers manipulate the tiny metal clasps at the front of your corset - popping them open one by one. A hand shoves itself underneath your attire, exposing your right breast as you feel his fingers cup around it.

"Beautiful", you hear your landlord say as he starts kneading your tit slowly, taking great liberties with your **** predicament. As he starts rubbing his thumb over your nipple you find yourself shivering; shamefully aware that you're somehow taking a twisted pleasure in this. "Now stay like that", he orders.

You nod and drool around the ball-gag, knowing full well that you can do little else anyway. He removes his hand and you hear him step away from you - leaving the room and closing the door behind him once again. You stay in the same spot, tied and helpless.

Minutes go by as your back sinks further into the sofa. You breathe rapidly through your nose, getting more and more turned on. Not being able to see makes your imagination run wild, and you've rarely felt so helpless as you are right now; bound, gagged and blindfolded... at the full mercy of someone else. You press your legs together; moaning and drooling, tugging uselessly at your bonds and wondering when your landlord will return.

Your arms are getting numb, and you are about to roll back over on your stomach when you hear his footsteps approaching once more. The door opens and soon you realize he's standing over you. You turn your head away from where you believe him to be, suddenly feeling your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You are so very exposed; all tied up and your tits still spilling out of your corset. You really would like for him to tell you what is going to happen, but the gag is muffling any inquisitive sounds you try to make.

Suddenly you feel his hand reach low and underneath your skirt, rubbing up against your panties. You jerk up, now no longer able to hide the fact that you're completely soaked. You gurgle in faint protest, drool running down your chin as you start to shake your head. But your landlord doesn't stop. You feel his finger rubbing through the soaking fabric, making you shiver and twitch.

You want to scream, moan, curse; anything. Yet all you can hear are your own pathetic gurgles and the heavy breathing of your landlord as his thumb hooks underneath your panties; pulling them aside before pressing up against your clit. You flail your legs, but he quickly shifts his weight and pins your ankles down with his elbow. You whimper as he continues to rub your soaked snatch.

You're ashamed to admit it, but the pleasures you're experiencing are undeniable. You were already stirring in your own juices as you were laying bound in his absence, but right now he's just rubbing you in exactly the right way. Blinded as you are, you try to ban the mental image of your landlord out of your head entirely - picturing being at the mercy of some perfect imaginary Adonis instead. Soon you are twitching in pleasure, knowing you can't hold back an orgasm much longer.

He keeps the pace steady, and before long you buck and shake as you feel a miniature orgasm wash over you. You press your feet against the sofa, contorting backwards while making a high-pitched gurgling sound around the gag. Your vision flashes white as you feel your mind go into a state of blank and bliss.

You collapse back onto the cushioning, tilting your head sideways as you desperately try to catch your breath through the obtrusion in your mouth. Mercifully, you feel his hands move to undo the clasp at the back of your head. The rubber ball pops out of your mouth, and you feel a splattering of drool go with it. You gasp for air and try to speak, but all that comes out is a raspy cough.

"Good girl", you hear your landlord say as he seems to stand up from the sofa. "That should cover your rent for the month".