Sight... and Your Other Senses

Lost in the darkness, your visual silence. The only glimpse you have is deep into your mind; filled with it's thoughts, desires, and anticipation. The irony of the blindfold, the darkness, is not the limitation of your sight, but the awareness you gain with it's loss.

You can't see, but you hear my footsteps coming towards you. The breathing as I stand behind you. The sound of the of the paddle moving through the air and the completed sound when it connects, "thwhack." The low moan that escapes your mouth, muffled the the gag secured around it.

You can't see, but you feel the paddle make contact; the sharp sting it brings to your bottom. The bonds that hold you, each coil of rope wrapped around your skin and the knots it adorns. The cinch of the rope as you arch your body, drawing in the pleasure and pain of each strike. My presence standing behind you, the soft but firm touch of my hand on your back.

You can't see, but you can smell the leather of the paddle and it's rich, almost nostalgic aroma. The smell of a distant candle burning; it's mixture of cotton and floral. The clean smell of my soap. The smell of your excitement as the sensations cover you, bringing you closer to your bliss.

You can't see, but you can taste the sweet flavor of your lip gloss. The salt in your sweat as your perspiration runs across your lips. The clean rubber of the gag secured in your mouth. The lasting taste of the wine we shared hours ago.

The blindfold, and the darkness it brings, didn't limit your moment. It allowed for your senses to create an experience beyond what you could imagine.

You can't see, but trust me, in this moment... you are a vision.