“What d’you think of this?”

Hailee breathed in and out deeply, running its fingers through the material. “It feels... soft,” it commented, making itself raise its voice over the background noise of the store. Milo had asked it to speak up a couple of times already, as it kept mumbling bashfully.

“Is that all?” he asked, his tone playful.

It shrugged and made a confounded face. There wasn’t really anything else it could say - it was hard to give an opinion on the article of clothing without any real information about it, beyond the feeling of its fabric. It couldn’t tell what the garment was. It might have been able to guess if it had some more context, but it didn’t even know what kind of store they were in, what they sold. It had nothing to work with.

“I think it suits you,” he remarked, taking whatever it was from Hailee’s hands without warning, making it shudder with faint surprise. “Very pretty...”

“What - what is it?” it asked, smiling nervously.

“Just something new for you to wear.” As he gave the unhelpful answer, his tone was, if anything, more mischievous than before.

Hailee bit its lip, concluding that it wasn’t going to get any more useful information. But then, it didn’t really expect to. Milo hadn’t bothered to identify any of their purchases during this visit to the mall, or indeed any of the stores they’d bought them from. He wasn’t interested in being forthcoming today, and it was forced to simply follow his lead. It didn’t have any choice. Even if it had free will, which it didn’t, he’d rendered it about as helpless as he possibly could in this public setting.

It heard footsteps moving closer, and sensed its Master’s close proximity an instant before he slid his arm around its back, hugging it close. It felt his lips press against its own in a chaste, comforting kiss. “You’re doing so well, toy,” he said quietly into its ear. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you,” it whispered gratefully, its cheeks burning. He stepped away, and it reached up and pushed its sunglasses further up its nose. A second later it felt his hand coming to rest on its shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“I’m gonna go and pay,” he told it. “You just wait here.”

Its eyebrows shot up. “What?” it squeaked. “You’re - you’re leaving me here?”

“I’ll be back soon,” he assured it, his tone perfectly calm and even, although it was sure he was grinning evilly.

“Umm...” It shot a pleading look in the direction it had heard his voice coming from, its fingers twitching anxiously at its sides.

“All you have to do is stand still, and wait for me,” Milo said firmly. “You can do that, can’t you, Hailee?”

It hesitated for a second, maybe two, pouting fretfully. Then it nodded, bowing its head in supplication.

“Good. I won’t be long.” He gave its shoulder one more squeeze, and then his hand lifted away. It heard his footsteps, quickly growing fainter until it couldn’t hear them any longer.

Hailee remained standing on the spot, less out of obedience to its Master and more because it couldn’t really do anything else. It was trembling a little, its hands clutching at each other, its eyes darting around instinctively, uselessly. It could see nothing but darkness.

Despite its dismay at being left alone like this, it couldn’t help marvelling once again at what its own brain had accomplished under its Master’s guidance. He’d altered and manipulated its mind in so many ways since they’d first met, but making it blind was nothing short of amazing! It also hadn’t escaped its notice that he’d decided to leave it aware that it hadn’t always been blind. Often he made it think that its changed circumstances were the status quo - that wearing clothespins on its nipples and labia was perfectly normal, that its pronouns had always been ‘it/its’, that it had always been a free-use fucktoy for anyone who felt the need for sexual relief - at least long enough for it to get used to them.

This time, though, it was aware of the change. It remembered waking up this morning with perfect vision, and then there was a blank space in its memory, and after that it couldn’t see any more. Perhaps the loss of sight was simply too great a change - not even Hailee could be convinced it had always been blind when it simply hadn’t. Or perhaps Milo hadn’t even tried to convince it, because it was only a temporary change. Not that he’d bothered to confirm whether it was a temporary change or not, but it had to imagine it was - it may be his mind-controlled cum bucket, but it still had a family, and friends, and a job, so it couldn’t suddenly go blind. Unless, of course, he was planning to spirit it away to some new and distant life where no-one knew either of them, so he could do whatever he wanted with it for the rest of their li- Hailee stopped itself exploring that line of thought any further. It wouldn’t do to get too horny in public.

It listened to its surroundings, trying to figure out where Milo had taken it. There were no useful sounds. The store was playing a song by some generic band over speakers - no genre that might narrow down the kind of establishment. It could hear multiple voices in the near distance, all blending together to the point of being incomprehensible. None of them sounded like Milo. It wondered how far away he was, how far he’d had to go in order to pay for his purchase. Was he only a few feet away, keeping one eye on Hailee, watching it try not to squirm as it stood in place? Or had he left it on the opposite side of the store? Could he even see it from where he was? Would he be able to reach it in time if someone decided to come and help themselves to the poor, helpless blind ‘girl’? Would he come back to find it gone, abducted and taken away by someone it couldn’t possibly identify, to be kept and used by them - no, stop, too horny again!

Gradually Hailee found itself getting more drifty and dazed, its brain having nothing with which to occupy itself without any visual stimulus and thus automatically starting to retreat into the comforting embrace of trance. Its anxiety diminished but never completely vanished, the nervous jitters fading to be replaced by a sort of placid uneasiness. It stopped trying to determine where it was or where Milo was, or to concoct hypotheticals about what could happen to it while it was left alone. It would wait until its Master came to get it, and there was no point thinking about anything else. Whatever was going to happen would happen, and it couldn’t do anything about it.

A hand suddenly landed on Hailee’s shoulder, making the fuzzy-brained fucktoy jump. “You OK?” came Milo’s voice. It nodded and smiled. “Sorry that took so long, babe. Well done for waiting.” (How long had it been waiting? It had lost all sense of time.) He gave it a rub on the back of its neck, sending pleasurable shivers through its body. Then he took its hand and began to walk.

It followed his lead. It couldn’t do anything else.

***

During the drive home, Hailee took advantage of the relative privacy of Milo’s car and surrendered to the sheer hotness of having its sight taken away. It slid its fingers into its panties, revelling in the wetness it found, and rubbed itself unhurriedly throughout the journey, frequently raising its hand to its face to taste its juices. A couple of times it missed its lips out of a combination of its newfound blindness and the motion of the car jostling it, smearing some of its cunt-drool around its mouth. It was tempted to lick them up, but elected to leave them, knowing its Master would appreciate the added flavour when he next kissed it.

He helped it out of the car when they arrived, his arm around its back, staying there as they walked side by side, guiding it along. Their pace slowed, and he said, “Watch the step.”

Step? Hailee raised a foot, finding the step and gingerly planting its foot on it. There isn’t a step in front of our house... It heard three loud raps on wood. Why is Master knocking on our front door?

Then realisation struck it like a physical blow. We’re not home. This isn’t our house... Where are we?

It heard the door open and Milo greet whoever was inside, but they didn’t reply. He guided Hailee forwards, presumably through the doorway - yes, they were inside now, there was a subtle shift in ambient noise and air pressure that told it they were indoors. There was also the sound of the door closing behind them a moment later.

Milo’s arm dropped away from its back, and it heard him move away, leaving it standing alone in unfamiliar, completely hidden surroundings once more. “Alright guys, you know what to do,” he said, his voice still fairly nearby. “Let’s have some fun with our little blind fucktoy.”

Its breathing quickened. Its mouth hung agape. Its nipples stood erect. Its Master had taken it somewhere to be used, by unidentified people - taking advantage of Hailee’s loss of sight to take advantage of Hailee itself. He was making its fantasies real, right here, right now, without any warning or preamble.

Hands grabbed it by the waist, and soft lips landed on its open mouth. Those were not Milo’s lips, it was sure of that. It melted into the kiss, closing its useless eyes, letting its arms hang limply at its sides, allowing them to push their tongue deep into its mouth. The kiss was a proclamation of power, of ownership, asserting total dominance over Hailee. It didn’t resist, because that’s not what fucktoys did. It didn’t need to know who was using it - if Milo had brought it to them, he clearly intended them to use it, and for it to cooperate. They were most likely someone from their close circle of kinky friends - Lena and/or Charlie probably, since they lived nearest (and now that it thought about it, they did have a step in front of their door). But it couldn’t be certain. There was always the small possibility that its Master had delivered it into the arms of a total stranger. The thought of that made its cunt throb.

As the forceful kiss continued, another two hands hooked their fingers under the edges of Hailee’s coat, easing it off its shoulders and slipping it off. It heard a thud as the coat landed heavily in the near distance. The kisser pulled away at last, letting go of Hailee’s waist at the same time, and it whimpered longingly at the sudden absence of their hungry mouth. Then it felt hands - probably the kisser’s, considering the direction they were coming from - seize its shirt and tear it open, buttons ripping off and clattering onto what sounded like a linoleum floor. Now there were hands all over it - more than four, at least six - tearing its clothes off in a whirling tornado of motion. All it could do was stand there and let the hands claw at its clothing, let them adjust its limbs as they required, let them disentangle its bra from its arms, let them raise its legs and tug off its sneakers, pants, and panties.

When it was stripped down to just socks and sunglasses, the hands withdrew, leaving it alone in the all-encompassing shadows once more, shivering not from coldness but from trepidation and overwhelming arousal. It was mid-thought, wondering what would happen next, when a hand seized its hair, grasping it tightly, and gave it a nice firm tug. “H-aah,” it blurted, staggering backwards a couple of steps, its mind similarly reeling, the pull scattering its thoughts, leaving it even more dazed and spacey than it already was. The hand (Milo’s probably, but again it couldn’t be sure) began moving, tightly holding its hair like a leash, and it followed meekly, gasping and mewling.

It was led through the dark space, trotting carefully along, keeping pace with the clutching hand as it steered and manoeuvred it. It was finally brought to a stop, then pulled back a few steps until its back came to rest against a wooden surface. Its arms were grabbed, raised, and stretched out at diagonals, and it felt straps being buckled around its wrists. At the same time its legs were pulled wide apart, and its ankles, too, were strapped against wooden beams - oh. It suddenly realised the shape it had been bound into, and laid back against the comforting hardness of the wooden X, grinning eagerly. It was spread, strapped in place, its naked body completely exposed and vulnerable.

A thick middle finger flicked its tit hard, making it yelp and jerk its head upright again, bracing itself for the next attack. Nothing came for a moment - then its belly and thighs felt the sting of five whipping cords. The flogger struck it again and again, five blows at once each time, hitting so many different points all along its bare flesh. At some point a riding crop was swapped in, coming from another direction as it smacked against Hailee’s thighs. The worst was yet to come, as searing electric shocks were delivered to each of its nipples and its clit, making it scream and thrash in its bonds, its ass slapping against the cross behind it.

Its sunglasses had slid down to the end of its nose, and were in imminent danger of falling off. It stared vacantly above them, still seeing nothing. A hand grabbed its throat, holding it tight enough that it struggled to breathe, while another pushed the glasses back into place. A third held a vibrator against its pulsating cunt, and a fourth and fifth pinched its aching nipples and slowly twisted them. Though it tried its hardest not to react, the pain and the pleasure were too great, and it couldn’t help bucking and writhing, making the grip around its throat tighten even further, until its sightless eyes rolled up in its head.

Just as it was on the point of blacking out, the grip slackened, and it gasped for air, interspersed with moans and sobs as the vibe kept massaging its labia and the pinching fingers kept torturing its poor nipples. Before long though, both were replaced by tongues - one on its slit, another moving back and forth between its tits, licking and sucking hungrily. The hand was still on its neck, but simply resting there, holding it loosely, thumb rubbing its sore throat.

At length, it was untied from the cross and led somewhere else by its hair leash, finding itself being laid flat on its back on a wooden table. Within seconds a cock pierced its opening - not Milo’s cock, it was fairly sure, this one wasn’t as big. But it was certainly eager, and as it felt it piston in and out, it heard desperate moans in the near distance. Someone was really enjoying themself. For its part, Hailee whimpered feebly, raising its legs and wrapping them around its current user’s waist. Before too long they pulled out and spurted their cum over its belly and crotch, leaving its neatly-trimmed bush matted and sticky.

And so it continued for an indeterminate time thereafter, its anonymous users continuing to fuck, suck, lick, bite, pinch, flick, slap, strike and shock it as it lay crying and moaning, completely unable to tell who was using it or where the next assault would come from. It was grabbed, pulled this way and that, picked up and dragged from one unforgiving surface to another, laid on tables and floors, held against walls, bent over chairs and counters. It felt the soft, wet tip of a permanent marker scribble on its flesh, defacing its chest, belly, back, thighs and ass with undoubtedly degrading, humiliating words. It rode edge after raging edge throughout the endless onslaught, too well-trained to ever pass the brink. No matter how much its users came in or on it, Hailee itself remained denied and frustrated.

It made no protests or attempts to defend itself at any point, remaining open and compliant like the perfect fucktoy it was, but at one point it had to plead for water, so dehydrated from the continual exertion, splayed out on a tiled floor. Its Master’s mocking voice promised to give it what it wanted, and it heard a glass of water being filled up from a nearby faucet. Seconds later, the contents were thrown in its face. This was repeated a few times, greater samples of the water making it into Hailee’s mouth each time as it now knew what to expect after the shock of the first time.

At long last, its users seemed to tire themselves out, leaving Hailee a bedraggled mess on the floor, lying against the bottom of a wall, its body covered in bruises, hickeys, writing, sweat and cum. It heard footsteps approach, and felt someone loom over it. “Perfect clarity,” said Milo’s voice.

And suddenly... Hailee was still blind. But now it knew why.

Milo’s fingers were in its hair again, gently entwining with the strands this time rather than grasping them like a vice. “You good, babe?”

“Yeah,” it mumbled, exhausted. “So, so good.”

“Ready to take the lenses out?”

It hesitated.

“Not just yet, Master.” It smiled broadly. “I... I think I wanna be blind and helpless for a while longer.”

It thought it could hear him grinning as he patted it on the head, wiping some of the sweat from its brow. “That’s my good fucktoy.”

Hailee stared up at where it thought his face was, beaming at him. Now that it knew the blackout lenses were there, it could easily remove them itself, and it knew Milo wouldn’t try to stop it. But it didn’t feel any rush to do so. It knew it could stay lost in the darkness, and let its Master lead it wherever he wanted. It trusted him to keep it safe and make sure no real harm came to it. As long as he did that, it didn’t need to know where he took it, or who else was there - and it certainly didn’t need to be forewarned what they did to it.

Where would be the fun in that?