You Can't See Anything - Tell The Truth

"No, it's all dark." You report. It's pretty much the truth; you can see a little light filtering through the blindfold, but you can't see a thing.

"Are you sure?" She asks suspiciously.

"Yes, I'm sure." You respond, a little annoyed. There is silence for a second, then you feel a hand quickly and roughly grab your left nipple and give it a sharp twist. Pain shoots through your body and you jump with a yelp. "W-what the hell?!" You shout out.

"Just checking!" Melody says in a sweet sing-song tone.

"Not cool." You grit your teeth. "When I said I'd let you do anything you want to me, that wasn't supposed to give you carte blanche to hurt me." There is a longer silence and you start to wonder if your angry outburst had driven her away when you feel her hair tickle your chest, followed by her warm, slick tongue glide over the nipple she previously twisted. You inhale sharply as she runs the length of her tongue against it before wrapping her lips around it and sucking on it gently. Her sensual kiss is like a healing salve and the pain dissipates.

"Feel better?" She asks, withdrawing her mouth from your chest.

"Y-yeah." You say, your ire already gone from your mind. "Uh...sorry about reacting like that. I didn't mean to try and take control or anything."

"Don't worry." Her sultry but soothing voice arose from your chest. "You were right. I shouldn't be so rough with my toys or I might break them."

"Haha, yeah." You laugh nervously. She is really getting into character. You feel her warm lips plant another kiss on your chest, then slowly she trails kisses down your abs and past your stomach, until they reach the edge of your boxers. You try to keep your breathing in check, but when all you can focus on is her wet kisses on your skin, you find it hard to stay in control.

"Sounds like you are getting a little bothered, Jack." You hear Melody's voice from your crotch. "What's wrong? Do you think I'm going to suck your cock or something?"

"I'm starting to get that impression." You say weakly. You hear her make a pouting noise in response.

"You are still being awfully glib for someone in your position, Jack. I think it is possible you still don't fully understand the situation here." Your feel her run her hand up your leg, slipping into your boxers before she tightly and firmly grabs your balls. It's not hard enough to hurt, but it certainly gets your attention. You gasp as you arch your back on the bed. "You are here for my pleasure, remember? If I even consider sucking your dick, it's just so I can make it hard enough for me to get what I want from you, understand?"

"G-got it." You say nervously, your voice cracking a bit.

"Unless, of course, you make some noises I like hearing out of you. Then you might get a slight amount of extra attention from me. So I think you should stop trying to act cool and start giving me what I want. Capiche?"

"Y-yes." You nod, trying to ignore her hand starting to play with your balls.

"Yes, what?" She prompts you. You get the feeling you know what she is looking for.

"Yes...mistress?"

"Oooo." She coos. "I think I like the sound of that word out of your mouth. If you are smart, you will use it a little more often." Her hand release your testicles, much to your relief. She then grasps the edge of your boxers and yanks them down around your knees. Your semi-erect cock springs up with new found freedom and you feel it smack your tormentor on the cheek. "Wow...someone's ready to play already. I guess I don't need to suck your cock after all." She leans closer to you as you feel her hot breath against the turgid shaft. "That is...unless someone wants to beg for it."