Bouncing boobs would have made him hard on their own, but the thought alone of this hot girl walking around blind, naked and leashed, aroused him to no end. unfortunately, his arousal somehow translated into her desire.Having been robbed of his sight, he had to rely on his other sense, and what stimulated him the most, were the people around him. Every new comment about her body, every random sound even, excited him more, and before long he could feel a tiny but constant flow of liquid running down her thighs.The feeling of being lead around was just as he'd expect it: firm, demanding even, but with just enough concern or routine to neither make her stumble and fall nor lead her into objects.<br/><br/>Of course this "security" was nothing but, he was still very aware of the fact that he was at her mercy, but at the same time the whole situation turned him on even more. He wondered idly if this much of an sub always was in him, or if... didn't matter right now. he had other things to focus on. Such as  the difference between a random crowd she could be lead through, and this situation. The commends were oddly racist, with this " iblith" word being mentioned more than once. He was quite sure the area he was lead through was populated mostly with drow.<br/><br/>Then something he should have but didn't expect happened: His "mistress" was being talked to. And of course he was the main subject. What surprised him even more was the boldness of the stranger. moving up to another free being's slave, touching, even molesting her under the watchfull eyes of her owner was quite the daring task he'd think. Either his mistress had a much lower social standing than he anticipated, or slaves were regarded even lower than he thought - His train of thought was suddenly in terrupped, when the bold hand not only squeezed her firm ass, but even dared to approach her backdoor. He could feel her body stiffen, holding her breath and clench the muscles in her ass as hard as she could. brought to the edge by the action, as well as her reaction, he would have fingered herself if he he'd gotten the chance - wondering how sex in the body of a girl might feel, remembering the state his own arousal brought the girl into, even thinking about who might be his first, should it happen. wondering how many others would get a nice show he'd be dying to see with his own eyes...<br/><br/>and almost fell when the whip pulled her forward. Disappointed she let out an audible moan, but at the same time used the momentum of the pull as an excuse to take another step next to his mistress, bringing her hands down to her gaping slit, touching herself for an blissfull moment - only to be dragged off again. By the time the torture finally stopped, even he himself couldn't think of much else but release. when blindfold and whip were finally removed, the very first thing - the only thing - she could do was sink to her knees, open her hidden folds with both hands, and masturbate furiously until she finally got a small, rather unsatisfying orgasm. Or course he thought, the best situation today was already ruined, and this frustration can't be only affecting me...<br/><br/>but at least he was able to think somewhat clearly again...<br/><br/>I-I'm sorry mistress, but i fear i didn't get what you where saying. Could you please repeat the question?<br/>he pleaded in the most subservient tone he could manage, knowing perfectly well the short temper of his mistress from his past mistake.