Humiliated via Text Message Pt. 02

"Roll down the window. Tie the blindfold on and then put your chin on the doorframe with your mouth open. I will come over and feed you my cock, you will thank me, then I will take the blindfold off. Do you understand?"

I texted back "yes."

As I was gathering up Jim's necktie, he texted again, "Do better than just yes or the deal is off"

I had no more time for games so I wrote back:

"I will open my mouth for your big cock. I will give you a blow job and then thank you, sir." My pride had been totally eroded and I was desperate to just suck the guy's penis and get my answers.

"Good girl, go ahead."

I rolled down the window and wrapped the tie around my eyes. I had trouble tying it without it falling down. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding. After what seemed like 5 attempts, I finally got it on snugly. I couldn't see anything but a glint of light under my right eye.

I felt for the door frame and lowered my chin on it. I opened my mouth and let my tongue fall out. I waited and listened. I thought I heard a branch crack, but all I felt was wind on my face. I could hear the cars and trucks passing by on the avenue behind the trees. I waited patiently anticipating what I would feel first. I didn't know if he would touch me with his hands or just put it right in my mouth with no fanfare. I could feel the cool air blowing in the window and I was hypersensitive to every little sound.

Time passed very slowly, and I don't know how long I stayed like that. I started to wonder if he stood me up and I thought about taking off the blindfold. I wanted to wait until he was close, and then decide if I would peek at his face or just stick to our deal. He could still send Jim any of what I sent him, so I thought for the first time that I might actually just do it. What did I have to lose at this point? I had this debate in my head for a long time and gradually realized my chin was getting sore.

I heard my phone ding. Then it dinged again and again. I figured it was him, but it could also be my sister. Maybe something happened with the kids? No, she wouldn't text, she would call. It was him. I turned back into the car and massaged my sore chin while lifting the blindfold to see.

When I opened my messages, I saw a video of me getting out of the car topless and jogging to the back. I saw pictures from the other side of the car where my mouth was. Close up pictures. I looked like an idiot. So pathetic it turned my stomach. I was just hanging my mouth out hoping with all my might that he would let me just suck him. I know he wasn't right in front of me, but even if he zoomed he had to be close because my face was so clear in the pictures.

I don't know what came over me, but I got out of the car and ran into the wooded area asking if he was there. I didn't see anyone, but I could only see so far. I was scared, but I knew if I did what he wanted there was no reason for him to hurt me. I started yelling "Look, I promise you I will suck your dick! I promise! Just please come here and let me see you. I'll do a good job. I promise!"

I heard my desperate words echo off the back of the building and knew he was gone.

I managed to keep my eyes dry all the way into the car but I broke down and cried as soon as I was back in.

I tried one last time to convince him on text and basically begged him. I have been vanilla and boring my whole life, but on that night, I was begging a tormentor. I was a married woman and I was begging a stranger to suck his dick.

It took me a while to calm down and I waited in vain for him to respond.

I waited for almost 20 minutes and accepted that he wasn't going to come. He wasn't going to reveal himself to me. I had humiliated myself for nothing.

I got my shirt out of the trunk and started the car home, feeling defeated. When I got back to my empty house I texted my sister that I got caught up on work and asked if I could meet them for breakfast the next morning. She was happy for me, but I must have had a bottle and half of wine before I felt calm enough to rest on the couch.

As I laid there, I wanted to delete all his messages and block him again. I felt like he wouldn't text me again but I needed to regain some sense of control. Before I deleted them, I watched them and listened to them all. I am ashamed to admit this, but I kind of had an anger-masturbation session. I don't know if I wanted to punish myself for being so dumb or just experience some sort of release. Either way it was quick but powerful and I fell asleep half naked on the couch. When I woke up I deleted everything and blocked his number. It was a small victory but it's all I had.

It's been over a year and I haven't heard from him or been really tempted to contact him again. I have worked on handling my anxiety and Jim has been a big help. This was truly the craziest experience of my life and it feels good to finally finish the story I started writing down that next morning before breakfast at my sister's house.