Arcadia Resurgence by Vague Vermillion (e books free to read txt) 📖

be deaf as well, because everything went silent now. There were no movements from him she could hear, no words, nothing. The plugs were obviously well designed.

Here she was, kneeling in a one piece dress that showed off her body, in high heel sandals, being blind and deaf and yet no one seeing her would be able to notice anything. She got lost in her thoughts for a while, not feeling anything except the cushion under her and the wetness that started to leak on her inner thighs now.

She did not feel his touch, his hands had been moved away after he had inserted the ear plugs. There was a moment of panic overcoming her, what if he would leave her kneeling here? Would she dare to use her hands and remove the plugs? Was he watching her now? Or did he walk away? Where was he? Could she stand up? If she would stand up, how could she walk, not knowing where to go? Was this really ok?

"Sir?" she said, hearing her own shaking voice with a strange sound inside her head.

And then she felt one finger on her lips. Closing her mouth. Signaling her to be quiet. And she was quiet. She calmed down. His touch told her everything she needed to know. She was save. He was there. Her touch would guide her. Yes, she could trust him.

His finger moved on her lips slowly, feeling some of the moisture between them. She could slowly feel how the finger was inserted into her mouth. She happily opened it slightly, feeling and sucking on the part of him that was penetrating her mouth now.

She could not say for how long his finger was touching her there, it felt like a very long time. The feelings got even more intense when she suddenly felt his other hand touch her left breast through the fabric, exploring the shape of them and finding her erect stiff nipple with one finger, pressing it a bit, toying with it, moving it sideways and rubbing it on the inside of the piece of cloth covering her.

A moan escaped her mouth, over the finger of his other hand that was still there. Hungrily she tried to catch it with her lips when it moved out, just seconds before both of her breasts and nipples where being touched by both of her hands.

She was in heaven.

Being touched like this was amazing and now with all her senses focused on the touch, she felt it as strong as never before.

What took only some minutes felt like eternity until his hands were moved out to her upper arms, holding them and moving up her body to stand up. She could now feel how he took both hands and held her in front of her and tied them together with a rope on her wrists. A piece of the rope must have been left as she suddenly felt a pull there, which could not mean anything else than his request to follow.

Based on the direction and distance, she knew they must have walked out of the house and to the car. She could feel a breeze on her body, clearly confirming they were outside now. When there was no pull anymore, she stood, stopped walking, her hands moving down in front of her. Her wrists now got untied, before she felt that her hands were pushed behind her, and then being tied together again. It did not take long until her body was pressed down, one hand moving sideways on her hip, the other one on her shoulder. She had to sit down on the car seat and just before she sat down completely, the hand on her hip moved the back of the dress up, so that she ended up sitting there on her bare naked ass. Once seated, she could feel the seatbelt separating her breasts in front of her, her body being arched forward on the seat due to her hands behind her.

After a short time, she could feel his hands on her thighs, pushing her legs apart. He must have walked around the car and sit on the driver seat as his hands where coming from the other side now.

She then could feel some vibration through the car seat, they were obviously moving. She could not hear the engine, but she could feel the movements and being pressed more into the seat by the belt and forced to sit there with spread legs, when the car was speeding up.

It must have been at least five minutes when she could suddenly feel his hand between her legs, moving up the dress as his bare hand directly touched and probed her exposed and soaking wet crotch area.

He got the confirmation of what he already knew. He could now feel how aroused, how excited, how wet she became from this. She was soaking. Her liquids were pouring down and she was sure even the car seat got wet - in fact, she started to feel the wetness of the leather under her just now.

Experiencing his touch now made this even more exciting for her. She knew her body produced more liquid only for his hand, only for him.

She felt proud right now. He had explained to her that whenever she was wet for him, it made him happy. Showing her undeniable arousal to him like this, for him to feel and understand it in such a raw and direct way, was one of the best ways to make him happy.

After some time, one finger was inserted into her opening. She gasped and moaned ... out of surprise and from pleasure. The finger was kept there for a while, not moving much. Another finger of the same hand soon reached her clit, caressing her softly both inside and above her entrance.

The sounds that she made through her mouth, sounds that she could hear inside her head as well, in fact the only thing she could hear, were now synchronized to the movements of the fingers exploring her body for his pleasure.

This went on for a while, she even got used to hearing her own sounds strangely through her head in such an unusual way, knowing how much he would be enjoying what he could hear from her. Suddenly the hand fingers moved away and she could feel them on her mouth again, forcing her to taste herself.

Knowing this was expected of her, she eagerly sucked his fingers clean, earning her a gentle pad on her head. She felt good, alive, free. Yes, she felt free even though she was not free, her hands were tied and she was in discomfort, strapped into the car seat like this, but experiencing this inside her head made her feel free.

She did not know how long they were driving, obviously also not knowing where they were going. She lost her sense for time. His hands did not touch her for a while, obviously he had to focus on driving the car with both hands, which allowed her to relax a little bit, calm down from the high she had experienced before. It was difficult to concentrate on any coherent thought for a while and slowly she was able to process more structured thoughts again.

Her thoughts moved to the time they would arrive wherever they would go. She was sure, people could not see that she was blind and deaf, but they would see her hands being tied up. Even if he would untie her, others might see it when she got out of the car? He would take care of that, right? Of course he would. She felt silly for thinking like this. He always took care of things like that. So this would not be an issue.

What else might be a problem? How could she eat? A blind person is experienced and knows how to use knife and fork and eat, but she never did that. And now she was supposed to eat something? He could not even guide her with words. So how would he show to her how to eat? Or would he feed her? In a restaurant? That can't be possible, right?

Suddenly one thought came to her that she hated and wished she could forget instantly: what if it was not him? What if the person driving the car was someone else? A stranger? What if he was at home and he gave her away? It could be possible, right? There is no way to know! She would hate him for that, she would be extremely angry. No, it could not be. Impossible!

She started moving in discomfort, squirm even on the wet leather seat.

And then she calmed down instantly ... his hand suddenly rested on her thighs. She knew it was him. She knew that he was the only person that could touch her like this. Of course it was him! Everything else made no sense. There was no need to panic. He was there. Always. He always held her, fetched her. She could trust him.

"Thank you, Sir," came from her mouth ... in a very low volume. It was supposed to show him how thankful she was for his touch and his care and a plead to have him keep his hand there. She was not sure if she was allowed to speak after he silenced her earlier with his finger on her mouth, but she just could not help it and felt was needed.

As strange as it may sound, she felt him very close now ... closer even than the times they were sleeping together, closer than the times he was overcome with hunger to use her for his pleasure.

He moved his hand slightly, massaging her thighs a bit as if he wanted to show her that everything is fine and that he was pleased with how she handled all of this.

She felt that the car stopped, which was confirmed after she could feel both of his hands exploring her body, caressing her through the dress in different places, touching also her cheeks, her neck and moving down and up softly and gently.

Not long after the touching stopped, her body was moved forward from the other side -obviously he had walked around the car - and her wrists were untied. Taking one of her hand and pulling signaled her to get out of the car, something she did slowly being guided by his touch on her legs and her ass.

Once she stood, he walked with her, holding her hand. The air was cold around her, she could feel they were outside. She figured that when they walked in a straight direction, they must appear like any other couple dressed up for an evening at a fancy restaurant, any couple that was holding hands. No one would suspect that she was unable to hear or that she was blindfolded. What they would notice was the amazing dress she wore, exposing the shape of her body and knowing that she would not wear any underwear. When she had to make turns, he took his hand and put it on her hips, just where it connected to the roundness of her ass and turned her into the direction he needed her to go to. Even this might not appear unusual to anyone seeing them, it just showed that they were close and that he was lucky to take out such a well-dressed girl for dinner.

He slowed her down when walking up a few stairs and then once it got warmer, which could only mean that they were inside a building, he held her very close to her, with an arm around her. They made several turns, left and right and ultimately he turned her around and guided her to sit down on a bench with a soft cushion under her. Her hands hit a hard surface in front of her - she just had been seated at a table.

After his touch was gone, she took a deep breath, knowing that the