The latex covered fingers aren't rough exactly, but purposeful and confident. Business-like, perhaps, as if their skilled manipulation and probing are a routine matter and not the uniquely invasive and intimate experience it is for you.

Intimate despite the physical and communication barriers that the impenetrable blindfold and large yet comfortable ballgag create between you and the outside world.

You wonder briefly if blind people experience the world this way, with this intimacy of touch, but are shocked out of the idea by a firm pressure of his strong thumb on your clitoris. At least you think it's his thumb. Yes it must be his thumb, because that's his fingertips against your labia, isn't it? Or is that just what he wants you to think?

You reflect on the depth of the mindfuck he's managed to create so quickly in you, then begin to ache for a more intense touch to switch off the higher parts of your brain. Oh god, is that more of the mindfuck? He has you craving the pain so soon? Is this a weakness of character, to be so easily malleable into such a submissive position, aching for the pain of his cruel touch? Maybe it's norm…

FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKKKK!!

Your mind fills with bright white as something clamps down hard on your nipple, overloading your senses and flipping off the overthinking part of your brain for a moment or two.

Then the other nipple gets a matching pinch, and your hips buck, making the restraints rattle and you feel like a horse restrained in a stable. God, does he see you as an animal? He can probably see how wet you are at being restrained, with your legs being clamped so far apart like this. Yes, he definitely knows, he sees it all and he knows.

Then fingers, slipping into your pussy, so easily and they feel so good. Then they slip out, and the grippy latex is slick with your viscous juices as he rubs them all over your clit and labia. Yes he knows, he sees it all and he understands. He knows what to do, and you can't stop him anyway.

More, yes you need more. More stimulation, more pain, more of his fingers, more of everything. You try to show him you need more, opening and closing your immobile hands, wiggling your toes, nodding your head and finally using what little movement you have in your hips to open your thighs a little wider and hump the air.

Humping the air like a desperate fucking animal. Here I am, fuck me. Use me. See me and take it all. Please…

His hands slide over your body, highlighting just how easy it is for him to reach and touch any part of you. Every part of you. Reassuring somehow, that he has so much control, that he can read your mind. That is what he's doing, isn't it; reading your mind?

You moan through the ballgag as one thick finger slips into your exposed asshole, wiggling and twisting to efficiently spread the lube that makes the air feel cold. You try to wink your hole at him as his finger slides out, and feel desperate again and a little excited at being seen this way. He can see every reaction, there's no point hiding now.

Then something thick and blunt pushes against your hole, and you try to bear down against it, inviting whatever he wants to stick in you. Fuck, it's big, but oh the stretch, fuck it… oh, there, it's in and it feels so good. Oh, what's that noise? Sounds like a pumping? Fuck it's getting bigger, it's inflatable, holy fuck that's too much.

Then his palm covers your clit and rubs and yesssss, that feels right. Yes, yes, more…

A moment of stillness and you take stock of the sensations. The nipple clamps have faded slightly in their intensity, but you know from experience it's when they come off that it hurts the most. These must be the nasty clover clamps, that's how intense they felt.

The first sting of the inflatable plug has gone too, and the pleasant over-stretched feeling is intense.

What happens next, where did he go? You breathe and try to remain calm and relaxed. Ready for his next step. Oh god please, don't make it hurt. Or not too much, at least.

The thick elastic band being applied to each foot makes you tremble a little in anticipation. It doesn't seem like it would hurt that much, but the first time you experienced them stretched and snapped against your soles in coordination with your favourite porn start getting the same treatment on the screen in front of you is burned into your memory.

You consciously regulate your breathing, hoping he gives you a moment to prepare yourself for the pain. He does, but then it comes in an unexpected place with a whish and a burning slap right above your clit. You feel like your whole mound quivers with the impact, then it hits again, right in the same spot, and it feels hot.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP it goes, and you work out its a riding crop that's making your cunt feel so hot with it's repeated sting. The pain fills your mind and you moan and gurgle into your ballgag. The pain evens out and becomes a constant, even as the rhythmic slapping continues, and you slip into some sort of meditative state.

It's the heat of the wand pressing into your puffy and swollen mound that brings you back. Even the touch of it hurts against the tender pink skin, but the vibrations hit deep as he switches it on and pushes it hard against your clit.

Then the plug in your ass grows again, and you feel your thighs tremble uncontrollably, trying to close against the immovable restraints. Despite the stretch and the pain, the wand feels so good, and you hope he turns it up even more, as you can feel it's not enough to make you cum at this level.

He doesn't turn it up. He pushes his cock into your aching pussy instead, without warning and without moving the wand from your sensitive clit. It's almost all too much, with the stretch of the massive inflatable plug making everything tighter and you try to savour the fullness.

He laughs as he fucks you, and everything about it is clear he's using you for his pleasure, not to add to yours. The very thought almost triggers an orgasm, but the wand is so frustratingly not quite enough and you squirm in desperation.

"Squeeze me, fucktoy," are the first words he says, and it doesn't even occur to you to not obey. You squeeze your hole tight around him and push back against his every thrust.

His pounding picks up pace, and you try to focus on making your fuckhole tighter around him, try to be the perfect sex doll and serve him as well as you can.

Then suddenly he's cumming, and you feel his hot cum spray into you and you feel the joy at serving him well.

The feeling disappears as soon as his cock slips out, leaving your hole empty and wet in the cool air. Followed instantly by a shocking twang of pain on the sole of one foot then the other, you shudder and buck again, instantly back to being the slutty, desperate animal in need of more.

This time you get it, with more pumps of the ass plug stretching your hole, a shocking contrast to your now-empty cunt. Then the wand gets turned up almost too much, and you know there's an orgasm just there if he lets you find it.

He doesn't, somehow reading the signals to pull away the vibrator at the last second before the unstoppable wave of ecstasy.

Your disappointment gets washed away instantly by more savage slaps on your feet and ten sharp slaps of the riding crop directly on your swollen labia.

Then the wand comes back and this time it feels unstoppable, growing quickly as you hump against it the best you can.

Yes, yes, yes, your brain seems to shout but somehow again he rips it away from you before you tip over the crest of pleasure. Fucckkkk, you yell into the ballgag, pleading and arguing and begging in one unintelligible sound.

You're lost now, all conscious thought gone as you react only to what he feels like doing to you. You're his toy, and you can't escape until he's finished.

Again, he pushes the wand into the softness of your mound, and this time he doesn't take it off. He slaps the elastic bands and grinds the head of the wand into your tender clit. Sensations overwhelm you and you feel it rising from all directions at once, ready to overwhelm your exhausted body in a rush of pleasure.

Closer, closer still and you try to ride the wave as it approaches, to draw it out and get there on your own terms. It's there, you let your body creep towards it until BANG, pain explodes out of your nipples as he rips off the clamps and your whole body reacts at once, shaking and shuddering and squirting and writhing in pain and pleasure and total immersion in the moment of your climax.

You don't come fully back to consciousness until the restraints are all gone and the ballgag is eased out of your aching mouth. Finally, he slips the blindfold off and you blink in the soft light of the room. He pushes a piece of cut pineapple into your mouth and wipes your brow with great softness and care, then kisses you gently.

"Good girl," he murmurs, "Thank you."