Initiation Part 2 The wife had never felt such anticipation, although she wasnt entirely sure what she was anticipating. As she tried to calm her breathing which had quickened dramatically, she took a second to reflect on her situation.

Her wrists were bound behind her back, her ankles to the chair she was sightless from the blindfolded. The only part of her still free was her mind and that was working overtime wondering what her husband was thinking as he watched from wherever he had wandered. She was mildly curious who the woman was, fairly certain she did not recognize the voice. Sensory deprivation does interesting things to the remaining senses.

Take way ones sight and hearing amplifies, catching the softest sigh or the restless movements from across a room. Restrict ones movement and their skin becomes alive almost ultra sensitive. The wife felt goose bumps rise in response to the Captor who was trailing her fingers over her skin. Having started at the knees, fingers and more accurately, fingernails, were inching along her smooth soft thighs, lightly raking the skin, stopping just short of her softness. The wife squirms in her chair, moved by a primal need to have her personal place touched. The hot skin of her exposed soft place slid across the cool wooden chair almost with out effort or thought, simply driven by need. The Captor finally brushes the outer edge of her softness, caresses the swollen lips, feels the wetness and the heat, then zooms in on the power button. As soon as her personal place was touched she felt a bolt of immense electricity like pleasure. It raced through her whole body, causing her ears to ring so loudly she almost didnt hear her husband asking her a very direct question.

Did she want a lovely, yet unknown ladies tongue on her quivering personal place and wet softness? She nodded her head yes, but that was not a proper response he tells her. He wants to hear her say what she wants.

Saying the words out loud she realizes that she does really want this unknown tongue on her softness, she wants to feel it toy her, taste her wetness, make her cum. The first touch of tongue on personal place draws a deep moan from the wife.

The feel of hot breath blown over her wet personal place makes her squirm, but it is the slow suckling of her personal place that nearly stops her breath. The Captor continues to work her magic, toying and sucks softness and personal place, bringing the wife to the edge of climax then backing off only to renew the pleasure followed by a retreat. The roller coaster ride is a mix of pleasure and agony. Finally she is released by her first explosive orgasm.

Not allowing a moments rest the woman continues light teasing toys around the swollen personal place. Sliding a finger along the swollen crease she slips it in. The wifes softness is incredibly hot, slick, and velvety.

A second finger is added and the fingers pump in and out in unison to the tongue which has renewed its soft placeault on her personal place. Not satisfied with only inducing two orgasms, the Captor doesnt stop until the wife has cum three times. As she rises to depart she pauses a moment, leans over and runs the tip of her tongue along the wifes lower lip.

Pleased to see it swollen and recently gnawed upon, the Captor prepares to leave the couple to their evening. As the room stops its spinning in her head, the still bound wife remembers that she had originally been given a choice by her husband, her hands free or her sight. She had chosen sight yet was still blindfolded. She half heartedly complained that the she was disappointed in the recent events because she wanted to see who had given her such pleasure and she demanded to have the blindfold removed immediately! Expecting to see the woman, who had made her cum so hard, she is surprised when there is no one there. She turns her head first one direction then other until her eyes find her husband. He is standing slightly behind her, blind fold in hand, with a very aroused smirk on his face. There is no one else in the room and even to this day, he offers no explanations about who the woman was that night. Her initiation into an unexplored world was complete, but the experience would not be her last, not be a long shot.