wow.. here you go ;-)
scene Nr1 in translation. hope you enjoy it. Deigja



Liz was standing in the dark. No spark of light came through the scarf that was wound around her eyes. Cool air made her Hair stand up. She knew she was not alone in the room, still she felt safe.
She didn´t know what Murphy did but she heard him moving through the room and was thinking hard on what he might have planned for her.
He kept her waiting.
She didn´t know how long she was standing here in the center of the room, a scarf around her eyes, her hands bound in the small of her back, clothed only with the collar he had put on her.
She felt him stepping closr from time to time. felt his warm breath on her skin... at her shoulder, in her face, on her breasts... she craved a touch.. any touch.. but his rules were clear: Do not move unless told or shown how to, do not speak.
Beneath the blindfold she closed her eyes, imagined his hands moving slowly over her breasts... but nothing happened. She only heard a faint laughter when he saw her nipples getting hard at the thought. He was close.. but still to far away. And she could not, would not move against his orders.
She had lost all sense of time. How long was she standing here? 20 minutes? several hours? She didn´t know.
Then he was standing right in front of her. She felt the warmth of his body close to hers, knew that she would only have to lean a centimeter to the front to feel his warm chest pressed against hers. Still.. she didn´t move. Just blew her breath directly into his face.
His strong hands were put onto her shoulders as his short beard pressed against her cheek, as he kissed her softly but possesively
Liz surpressed a moan, now making contakt to his skin. She enjoyed this first contact after standing alone a lot, savored it.
His hands pushed her away a little and down to her knees while he followed her down, kissing her again. When he stood up again he left his hands around her head, slowly caressing her neck with a finger.
Liz knew what was to come. Her heart was racing.She would serve her Master here and now, him who had so often cared more for her release than his own. She would now give him pleasure.
And she was right. Not long until she felt his cock at the rip of her lips, covert by only a thin layer of rubber, already hard.
With a smile she licked over the tip of his cock before closing her lips around it. Left herself to his guidance, to his rhythm.
She was content with just kneeling here before her master, feeling his satisfaction while his cock got even harder, feeling him caress her head affirmatively.