My entire body was tingling with anticipation as I laid on the bed – spread eagle, bound to all four corners of the bed by my wrists and ankles, wearing only my bra and dress. My tights and red thong were somewhere on the floor, discarded a few moments ago. I turned my head, looking at the red cuff that held my hand firmly in place. The colour matched my bra. Suddenly your hand grabbed my chin, and forced me to look back up at you. You were holding the blindfold – also red.
“Let’s put this on, shall we?”
I knew the question was rhetorical, and obediently lifted my head from the mattress. “I’m noticing a colour scheme here,” I said, grinning. The blindfold had come with the restraints, but my red underwear was a happy coincidence. You smiled, and put the blindfold over my eyes.
There’s something about not being able to see anything that just makes everything seem more erotic. I suppose it’s because the other senses get heightened, to compensate for the lack of sight. I was instantly more aware of everything that was happening: the slight pressure of your thighs on mine where you sat on top of me, the slight tickle of your hair on my face as you leaned in to kiss me, the feeling of your lips on my cheek.