A guiding hand led me, step by step, down the stairs to the dimly lit basement, my high heels echoing on wooden staircase treads. My lover's attention to detail was sublime. A blindfold and mask my companions into the unknown. As I descended the stairs, I recalled his words:

“I will be your guide, and I will be your eyes.”

As the stairwell gave way to firm flooring, I knew we had arrived at our destination. My vision blurred, other senses attuned to the sounds and scents surrounding me. The smell of lustful bodies filled the air, becoming more noticeable as I penetrated deeper into this place, my lover's hand still safely holding mine. The sounds were unmistakable. Sighs and moans from lovemaking; some of those sounds were slow and sensual, others wilder, more urgent. And another sound, that of flesh against flesh as bodies entwined in erotic desire. There were sounds to my left and right, all around.

I knew my lover had exquisite taste. He would ensure I had nothing but the best. Even so, the lack of sight made me nervous. I wasn't clear whether it was anticipation, hesitation, or both gripping me, but every second felt like an hour. My breathing was shallow; my skin was damp from the body heat of those around me.

"Now, kneel." came his command.

I felt the collar around my neck pulling me toward the ground as my lover took the lead and made me obey. My knees bent in response. He aided my descent until I reached the basement floor. After that, I was subservient, and he was in command.

He let go of me. The lead in his hand was now pulling so that I had to lean forwards. My reflex was to raise my hands in front of me, unable to see where he was taking me.

At that moment, I first felt them, right in front of me, at the same height as my face. What one lacked in girth was made up for in length. The other had both in abundance. I held on to avoid falling and found myself gripping both of them firmly. I squeezed them as if to confirm what I already knew. They were clearly throbbing before my very eyes, though I could not see, only sense what surrounded me.

I held on as my lover brought my face closer until I could imagine they were within reach. My lips widened as I made first contact, widening as they drew me in until I took the nearer of the two in my mouth.

The leash fell loose. My lover's hand was behind my head, taking my hair in his grasp. Then with slow, purposeful motions, he pushed then pulled my head forwards and backwards, repeatedly. My lips tightened on my prize, sucking, then releasing in rhythm. Now firmly in control, my hand followed the same motion as I patiently worked this stranger in my mouth.

After ten or so strokes, I shifted to the other man, held firmly in my other hand. I let my lover’s hand guide me in a steady motion, first with one, then the other, slowly making me build the pace and force of my actions.

Though I could not see the effect I was having on them, I could feel their reactions in my hands and on my lips. Their breathing grew to a crescendo as my lover skilfully directed me to ensure their passions rose in unison.

Then, the hold on my head changed, keeping me firm between these two men. My hands pulled together, with them taking centre stage, in time to take a direct hit as they released over me, covering me in glory. My mouth tried to stem the flow. Still, they kept going until they could cum no more.

I loosened my grip on them slowly and deliberately while I relished every drop. This would be a night like no other, and it had just begun.