Last week, I was a Welsh maiden, captured in a raid by Barbary pirates, destined for the slave markets of Tangiers. He Who Must Be Obeyed was in full ‘I’m an evil bastard, you’re not getting out of here’ mode and I was revelling in the feeling of being helpless and abused.
As you do.
One of the things that made the scene so hot was HWMBO’s use of sensory deprivation for some of the scene. He had me tied to our bed but had also blindfolded me. As always, by being deprived of sight, my other senses got sharper. I could hear him moving around, but had no idea what might happen to me at any moment. I could smell the cologne that he was wearing, even though he was on the other side of the room. I could feel the sheets underneath me, soft and comforting. And I could taste my own fear, especially when he brought some kind of strap cracking down on the bed and literally made me levitate three inches off the bed in shock.
I love sensory deprivation. I adore being blindfolded, when I can hide my blushes under a mask and don’t have to look my dom in the eye as he plays with me. When my eyes are hidden, I can relax and take far more and be far lewder than I ever can when I’m conscious of my own shame and humiliation. I also like being gagged, not only for the sensation, but for the fact that when I’m gagged I can let out my feelings in small strangled noises, whereas when I am free to scream down the rafters, I rarely make a sound. Embarrassment again you see.
For someone who is from such a liberal home and who leads such a louche life, I can become shy and embarrassed very quickly. My friend Martha loves being dealt with in a group, the eyes of the room upon her. For me, that situation is one of my very personal hells, which is why I quite often behave at Lowewood Academy – I hate bending over in front of the class! So to be blindfolded, gagged or ear-plugged really works for me, because then it doesn’t matter if I’m shy because nobody can see or hear.
To have a sense taken away from you makes the anticipation so much greater – because you don’t know what’s coming next. Apart from the fact that you will be able to really enjoy it – and that’s why I really love it.
Jessica, I imagine you would be such fun to play with.
I’m too old for envy, but if I wasn’t, I would.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Oooh yes. Though I must admit I like to be able to see sometimes too – but yes, that anticipation when blindfolded is lovely, and I entirely know where you’re coming from when you talk about being able to let go more that way too.
Nyargh. Now you’ve given me saucy thoughts. You scoundrel.
That’s a way I’ve never looked at it before; I’ve heard theories of submission alleviating some sense of the guilt that may be attached to sex, but I do like the idea that when she’s all wrapped up or even just blind, Mrs Magpie is free to be somewhat filthier.