The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(29)
Tyler had convinced her that her safety was of paramount importance to him. After all, he was hardly going to play fast and loose with the life of the woman he loved. She knew from experience that he wouldn’t even contemplate a scene unless he was one hundred percent certain that she wouldn’t get into difficulty.
With a liberal dusting of talcum powder, Tyler had shoehorned her into a skintight sensory deprivation suit made entirely of latex rubber. As he’d helped her inside it, she’d noticed his bulging cock, twitching against the inside of his sweatpants. Clearly part of the ritual, squeezing her into something made of rubber, turned him on.
The incredibly restrictive waterproof garment strongly resembled an all-in-one wet suit, complete with hood and mitts. Although this particular piece of scuba gear was unlike any diving suit she’d ever seen and would certainly raise a few eyebrows at the local diving club, with its provocative cutouts for her breasts, butt and *.
She’d looked trustingly into his eyes as he’d pushed foam plugs deep into her ear canals before allowing the rubber hood to snap closed around her head, leaving only her face exposed. The complete loss of her hearing was so shocking it frightened her. She’d figured she’d be able to hear something, albeit muffled, but she was wrong. Completely deaf, she’d tried to lip-read his instructions but was unable to understand, relying instead on total trust in the man she loved.
In her now-silent world, he’d smiled benignly as he’d spun the heavy metal wheel on the large submarine-like hatch before pulling it open and exposing the water within. When she’d looked down, she’d hesitated, until she’d felt Tyler’s comforting hand on her bare butt. His touch had soothed her with a gentle reassurance that made her finally step inside the alien-looking pod.
Once she was safely immersed in the body-temperature water, Tyler then covered her eyes with a blackout mask. The last thing she saw was his beautiful, expressive face smiling down at her before her silent world went totally black. Floating in a noiseless, sightless environment, she felt her lifeline to reality start to recede, her boundary between fantasy and the real world start to blur.
Had time stopped, or was it running super fast? She didn’t know anything anymore. Was she standing, was she floating upside down? With no point of reference she was hopelessly lost.
She trusted him, so why hadn’t she told him her secret? Why did she encourage him to believe she could have lots of healthy children when nothing could be further from the truth? You say you trust him, but you don’t trust him enough to tell him that, because you’re afraid he’ll leave you if you do.
In fear, she suddenly called out his name, “Tyler, Tyler, where are you, Tyler?” At least she thought she did, because she couldn’t hear anything, not even the sound of her own voice. Despite being a rational woman, sheer panic was beginning to replace fear, and she screamed out in total silence again, “Tyler, please, I’m scared.” It was so dark. Pitch dark. Nothing had prepared her for this all-consuming darkness that enveloped her. In panic, she thrashed about, but no movement registered in her brain. Nothing.
And then, when her panic was finally spent, an incredible feeling of the most beautiful tranquility and happiness washed over her. There’s nothing to fear. I have my safe word, I only have to use it. Bliss. Sheer heavenly bliss.
The transformation from debilitating fear to euphoria was life altering. She now felt as though she floated on air, her body being carried by the breeze over green fields and sparkling blue oceans to a better, deeper, more meaningful place. The fear had gone, and sheer unadulterated joy had taken over. Her trust in Tyler was absolute. He would not allow any harm to come to her.
Emotionally overwhelmed and completely weightless, Rebecca briefly wondered if she were experiencing the same feelings that astronauts had when they stepped outside the International Space Station. Such intense emotions allowed her mind to float free in a sea of nothingness, as though detached from her body, with only her thoughts left to analyze the surreal yet incredibly beautiful world she found herself in.
In her pitch-black and perfectly silent world, she felt a wonderful feeling of elation lift her higher still when her breasts suddenly came alive with exquisite sensation. The stimulated nerve endings zinged straight to her brain. The pleasure felt like a warm, comforting breeze blowing across her nipples, making them stand at attention. It was an enjoyable feeling that only added to the natural high that she was experiencing.
Her lips parted with delight, but no sound came out. At least none that she could detect. She waited with bated breath, happily anticipating what would happen next.
Apart from her breasts and her brain, no other part of her body seemed to exist. How crazy is that? Just her thoughts and her tits—that was all she felt she consisted of, but it wasn’t frightening. It was wonderful.
She barely had time to draw breath before the erotically intense sensation pleasured her nipples again. Initially, she was unable to figure out what form of witchcraft provided such beautiful, wanton feelings, but then, slowly, realization dawned, until she finally recognized what it was. The unmistakable feeling of a tongue drifting over her right nipple, its pad swirling provocatively around the areola, before her swollen peak was sucked inside a hot, moist mouth. That was all she was—a nipple being plundered by a hot, sweet mouth. It was sucking, chewing, biting, causing such incredible sexual arousal that she felt she would shatter into a thousand tiny pieces before dissolving into complete nothingness.