I took a quick shower before putting on a body strap, armbands, gloves, sheer socks and a hood. I lay down on his bed.
"Would you like a blindfold?" he asked.
I nodded. It had been a while since I had let someone take control of my body and mind.
As the rubber blindfold wrapped firmly around my eyes, I lay still, my heartbeat quickening. He settled beside me, his presence warm and steady. Gently, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my left nipple, while his hand explored the other one. A soft moan escaped me - it had been a while since I had felt this kind of touch.
Each movement was slow and intentional, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns as his warmth tongue spread over me. With every stroke, every subtle shift, my senses heightened, making every touch more electrifying. The blindfold left me in darkness, amplifying every sensation, each moment pulling me deeper into the experience.
I started to drip.
"Have you ever tried a nylon body sack before?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No."
He retrieved it and held it up. It was, quite literally, a nylon sack - so small it looked no bigger than a handkerchief.
"Would it even fit me?" I asked, concerned that I might tear it apart.
"If it fits me, it’ll fit you," he reassured me with a knowing smile.
I slid my sheer-socked feet inside first, feeling the smooth fabric stretch delicately around them. Slowly, he pulled the sack up over my legs, guiding it gently over my body, inch by inch, until it reached my neck.
The material was incredibly thin, almost translucent, like a second skin. Yet, despite its sheerness, it wrapped around me snugly, embracing every contour. The sensation was electrifying - its tightness, its delicacy, the way it clung so effortlessly. A deep shiver ran through me. I was completely encased, and the feeling sent a wave of arousal through my body.
I lay on the bed again, this time wrapped like a cocoon. The snugness of the nylon held me in place, restricting my movements just enough to make every touch more intense.
He settled beside me once more, his warmth pressing against me. His tongue and hands explored my body, moving from my chest to my waist, then lower. The sheer material clung to my skin, amplifying every sensation - each flick of his tongue, each trace of his fingers sending shivers through me.
I moaned harder, my body writhing in pleasure as much as the fabric would allow. The inability to see, the gentle restraint, and the heightened sensitivity of my skin made everything feel even more electrifying. My breath hitched as his touch lingered, teasing and exploring, making me surrender completely to the moment.
Then I heard him reach for something, my ears perk up, trying to find out what it was.
Then, a sudden hum filled the air - a low, steady buzzing. It was a massager.
Before I could brace myself, he pressed it against my crotch, sending powerful vibrations through the sheer fabric. A sharp gasp escaped me as waves of stimulation surged through my body. At the same time, his mouth returned to my chest, his tongue teasing my nipple with strong, deliberate strokes.
The combination was overwhelming. The snugness of the sack, the intensity of the vibrations, the heat of his mouth - it was all too much. I writhed beneath him, moaning uncontrollably as pleasure built inside me, my body responding instinctively to his relentless touch.
I could feel myself leaking, my arousal evident, the pleasure only growing stronger with each pulse of the device and each flick of his tongue. My senses were on fire, my body utterly at his mercy, lost in the overwhelming, electrifying sensations.
"Ah, I'm gonna cum," I gasped, my body trembling on the edge.
Before I could finish, he suddenly turned off the massager, pulling me back from the brink. I exhaled sharply, trying to catch my breath.
"You're not going to cum that easily," he teased with a mischievous chuckle.
The anticipation only heightened the tension. He repeated the cycle, bringing me to the edge, only to stop just before I could tip over. Each time, the frustration and pleasure built, my body growing more sensitive with every pause and restart.
Finally, after several rounds of this torturous game, he shifted his position, moving closer. He slowly unzipped his pants, took out his dick and pressed it against my lips. It was hard.
He pulled up my hood, revealing my lips, and guided my head towards his hardness. I wrapped my mouth around it, savoring the musky taste as he let out a deep moan. "Your mouth feels so good," he murmured, urging me to take him deeper and pleasure him even more intensely.
He started to thrust his dick deep inside my mouth as I continued to suck him. Being restricted in the nylon sack meant that I couldn't move much, and the idea of him violating my mouth relentlessly for his pleasure turned me on even more.
He allowed me to catch my breath after a good 10 minutes, then returned to torturing me with his tongue all over my body. He kept licking my dick against the nylon material, which added a layer of sheer pleasure. Then he switched on the massager again, placed it against my leaking cock, and moved his mouth towards my nipple, pulsing my cock with the massager while licking my nipple.
This time, the sexual pressure was building up around my crotch like a pressure cooker.
He wasn't going to turn off the massager, in fact, he turned up the strength.
"Fuck, I'm coming," I whimpered as a tsunami of pleasure washed over me.
I yelled, moaned, and whimpered so deeply that I swear the neighbor must have heard me.
Within a good 20 seconds, I was gushing warm, wet ejaculate all over my thighs, the sheer nylon sack, and the bed.
My body kept twitching in pleasure and finally settled down. I've had incredible orgasms before but this was one of the most intense in a while. MS calmed me down and allowed me to compose myself. He settled me down while he left the room to attend to his cats, and I fell asleep in his bed, feeling completely and utterly satisfied, with all my gear in tact.
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