‘I have a naked Desmond Miles in front of me, on his knees on the floor. His hands are bound behind his back by leather straps, he’s blindfolded, and he’s wearing a bright red ball gag. I stroke the skin of his back softly with a leather whip, making him anxiously anticipate every strike I grant him. With every hit comes a muffled moan of both pain and pleasure, and it’s music to my ears.When I decide he’s endured enough whipping, I make him lie down on his back. Then, I climb on top of him, and grind myself against him. He’s rock-hard between my legs, but it’s not yet time for him to come, especially not all over me and my fancy underwear.“You want to come?” I ask him. Naïve, he thinks no-answer is a good answer, but I ask again, grabbing his face with my hand, and receive a weak nod. I settle for it since it’s his first time doing this, otherwise I would definitely make him say it, with a full sentence.I get up and get myself some tools. He gets to wear a thick butt plug while I tease his cock and balls with a vibrator and my free hand. He comes hard, moaning loudly into his gag, struggling in the leather straps. Once his orgasm passes I release him and reward him by kissing him deep and hard. “Happy birthday, D”, I whisper, and we go take a long, hot bath together.’
Imagine Jacob blindfolding you and brushing his nose against your skin, breathing in your scent and exhaling slowly. When would you lose all control? When you feel his breath against the curve of your neck, his stubble grazing on that sensitive patch of skin ever-so-slightly? Or would you lose it when you feel his breath against your inner thighs, and you’re so wet at the thought of him seeing and smelling how ready you are for him? Or would it be when you feel and hear that breath at the back of your ear, almost purring, sending shivers down your spine with every exhale he does?
Or maybe, after Jacob has done all of these, you’d lose control when he utters in a very low, husky voice: “I’m yours.”
‘Arno knows I’m a sucker for his red cravat. Wether it be for his assassin outfit or to blind fold me with it. Sometimes after a long day, he’ll take of the beautiful red cloth and tease me with it. Before I can’t take it much longer, he’ll wrap it around my head and double check that I can’t see through it. Arno will place me on the bed and remove my clothing one by one before leaving me a screaming mess.’
Confession [@arnosblxde]
For Shao Jun’s birthday, I want nothing more than for her to press her lithe, sensual body against mine, letting me leave hot red kiss marks all across her soft, milky skin … she’d use the red sash she wears to tie me up and blindfold me, and the thrilling sensation of her touch and her kisses would be a hundred times more exhilarating, with me bound and at her mercy. Oh Mistress Shao Jun, I am yours!
I like to play Evie with her nighthawk outfit on. Not for any tactical advantage, but for the tie around her neck. I like to think that after a long, tiring day, Jacob ties up his sister and pulls up her necktie as either a gag or blindfold. He’ll disrobe her and play with her, with his mouth on her clit and his fingers fondling her nipples. Evie pleasantly groans as she feels her powerlessness, and her brother doing the few things she actually likes him for.
I imagine having a sex session with Jacob and Arno, blindfolded and tied, and play a little game. They have their way with me one after the other and when it’s done, I have to guess who it was 😉
Confessed by @nacre-spring
‘I’ve always only had sweet, romantic vanilla sex with Arno up til now, but as his hands roam my body, I ask if he had learnt any kinkier, dirtier tricks from his friend, the Marquis de Sade. This raises an eyebrow, but soon I find out a completely different side to my lover when he fetches a few lengths of satin ribbons, a riding crop and a blindfold. And when he’s done, I’m left breathless, blushing and pleasured beyond belief, no longer wondering why they call him “The Fearless Assassin.”’
Original edit [x]
“And what present did you get for me for my birthday?” Arno laughs, as I lead him blindfolded to his bedroom. When I’m ready, I tell him to take off the blindfold, and when he does he sees me sprawled out on the bed, with nothing but satin ribbons covering my naughty bits. “C’est ça! C’est moi!” I announce with a giggle, and Arno laughs again as he crawls into bed with me. “Just what I’ve always wanted,” he says with a charming half-smile, tugging on the ribbons to undo them.
An addition for the confession about Haytham taking the prostitute’s place (Shaytham). When Haytham is sure Shay is loose enough, he would ask, “Is this what you want, Shay?” Shay would freeze in place and whisper strangled question, “Sir?” Haytham then removes the blindfold. Shay’s eyes are blown out, but panic is visible in them. With a flick of his wrist Haytham emphasizes the question he asks again. Unwillingly Shay would moan out sultry “Yes.”
‘I imagine Shay tying me up and blindfolding me while whispering sweet nothings in my ear.’