When you consider most people’s fantasies, a common feature is the concept of either being sexually controlled by their lover or exercising such control themselves. In such situations the passive person gives into whatever is going to happen to them, the assumption being that they will be taken to some wonderful erotic place where they have never been before, possibly one they previously knew nothing about .
Being blindfolded puts one in that exact situation. Unable to see what is happening or is likely to happen, you have to trust and hope. And of course, in the darkness of the blindfold your imagination can run free, never quite sure who is there or which of your sensitive part are going to be pleasured or scourged next, and if the whole experience will end in pain or pleasure. And of course we are flooded , subliminally, with the fears and excitements of childhood games, tied helplessly to a tree and wondering just what humiliations are about to be visited on us.
To me the above images capture the mystery and promise that blindfolds offer.
But here are two and very different images making us consider
the subject in a different way. In one the girl, compliant patient and
sightless, waits on a bed, pretty in her short dress and looking like the bait for some predatory creature who will no doubt will take pleasurable
advantage of her blind helplessness. As love, famously, is blind, let's hope
that in her dark space where all she will able to do is feel what he will do to
her she enjoys her fate.
The other is quite different, this time it is the man who is blind and he is about to discover, not a forfeit but a prize. Before he slips off the obliterating scarf his hands will discover what a delectable morsel of naked flesh is his reward for playing this game, ripe kissable flesh that will be a feast to the eyes when at last he is about to look.
Two people, very different in every way, yet linked by a temporary and artificial inability to see; the two different sides of the same pleasurable coin.
The other is quite different, this time it is the man who is blind and he is about to discover, not a forfeit but a prize. Before he slips off the obliterating scarf his hands will discover what a delectable morsel of naked flesh is his reward for playing this game, ripe kissable flesh that will be a feast to the eyes when at last he is about to look.
Two people, very different in every way, yet linked by a temporary and artificial inability to see; the two different sides of the same pleasurable coin.
When you’ve finished reading this, close your eyes for
several minutes and think of the possibilities.
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Ah yes, a touch of sensory deprivation, whereupon all other senses, particularly touch, are enhanced, trust is essential, though of course the unknown does things too
wonderful item
partial blindfold in the form of see-through black lace masks is another interesting area...................
J
You are clearly a connoisseur, James. Nothing I didn't expect!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love blindfolds. A soft blindfold combined with silky restraints can be sublime.
ReplyDeleteIt is like every sensation is magnified exquisitely. Ice rubbing, wax dripping, spanking/flogging/paddle, vibrator.
Sense of time is lost. It feels like sweet torment has lasted hours when perhaps it has only been minutes. Then when teasing is over and orgasms come, they are nuclear in magnitude.
I love a night of dancing and wine and back to the house for some raw unbridled sex.. but when my boyfriend slips a blindfold over my eyes, I know I am in for something special.
amber
Sounds wonderful!
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