This is certainly not about Fifty Shades of Grey. Enough has been written on that subject over the last few years. But some people seem to think the books are responsible for the apparent popularity of bondage games in and out of the bedroom. I would disagree. In fact I was only seventeen when I was first blindfolded and tied.

Blindfolded at Seventeen

My boyfriend and I were new to sex and in his mind we should try everything. Looking back I was lucky to have a confident first lover who was also an opportunist. I was happy to go along with Jim’s games although sexual tension between us was not high. Most of our activities were hurried and fitted in hastily before parents came home. But at least we tried.

I think the blindfolding incident occurred in my house and was accompanied by the “lets see how many times we can orgasm in a two hour period” theme. I remember being naked and laid flat out on the bed. My hands tied to the headboard and a scarf around my eyes. Jim was a steady kind of lad – adventurous yet not full of surprises. So, even though all around was dark I was still not convinced he had the power. It felt like we were just playing. Which kind of defeated the purpose of submission. I think a sexual spark was missing between us.

Anticipation

The second time I was blindfolded was over twenty years ago when I had first met my man. We fancied each other like crazy. So on my part I loved to anticipate what was going to happen next when we played sex games. Anticipation has a similar effect to foreplay, because the mind is one of the greatest erogenous zones.

Right from the start he expressed an interest in tying me up. But somehow, even though we spent about 6 months “dating,” it didn’t happen. Then we drifted apart. I was going to be moving away so we spent one last night together. Almost as if he thought this was his last chance, he took off my stockings, tied my hands behind my back with one and blindfolded me with the other. I do like a man who makes use of personal effects.

This was a whole different ballgame to what I experienced with Jim. I didn’t know the full measure of this guy so was unsure what to expect, and I had wanted this as much as I wanted him. My pulse quickened as I sat on the side of his bed. He began licking my vulva. He had done this quite a few times so I felt a false sense of security. Just as I was starting to settle into it he rolled me over, held me in place, and gave me a hard spanking. I don’t think anything else happened. We were a little drunk and tired and both fell asleep.

Disoriented

When I awoke I was still tied, blindfolded and disoriented. I called out and he immediately removed both the stockings. Looking around I was surprised where I had ended up on the bed. Completely upside down. We laughed, cuddled up and slept. I got up while he was still sleeping. Grabbed my things and purposely left one stocking behind. A gift for him or perhaps an excuse to return? But I didn’t see him again for fifteen years. And over that time I never forgot how it felt to give up my sight to please a lover.

No Sight or Touch

Now we live together permanently and he has blindfolded me on many occasions. When it comes to writing the scene I find it harder to retell the activities if I haven’t witnessed it visually. This is one of the reasons I often request not to be blindfolded for a whole session. Sex blogging is important after all.

But one night not so long ago he told me he was going to keep my eyes covered the whole time. I was nervous about this. Knowing that without my sight I would experience loss of control. And even though I love to submit in the bedroom I take comfort in being able to see or use my hands. This time he took both away. Hands tied and eyes covered.

Senses on Overdrive

He’s left me standing in the middle of the room, dressed all in black – boots, stockings, knickers, bra, and a wide open, knee length jacket. A few minutes ago he blindfolded me and tied my hands behind my back. Not being sure what is in front of me or wanting to trip and hurt myself, I just stand. It is probably only a matter of minutes but feels longer. Then I sense his presence in front of me. He hasn’t touched me but it is almost like his shadow or body heat is grazing my skin. I am becoming hyper sensitive.

Gently he strokes between my cleavage with soft fingertips, and I try to relax. Then something different, something textile, strokes at my face. I hate things touching my face and flinch. What is it? It’s not his hand. The material lightly smacks my cheek. First one then the other. From the smell and texture on my skin I think it must be leather. His glove perhaps? My breathing quickens and becomes shallow. Already I’m a little dizzy. Worried I may lose my balance, I express this concern.

He takes this onboard, moves me over to sit on the sofa and then pulls my face into his torso. The chest hair tickles my skin and I can small his scent. This makes me calmer. Even more so now as he pushes me back, thighs apart while he licks my bald slit. Running his tongue up and down. Familiarity helps but he soon moves on. His belt lightly whips the sensitive skin between my legs. I know so well how this feels. I take a deep breath as he increases the force, and I yelp just a little.

Finally he unties my hands. Great. A little control back for me.

“Turn round. Kneel with your hands on the back of the sofa and keep them there.”

In this new position my bum is right in front of him. Thwack. His hand cracks down on my bottom. My holes contract as he repeats. I try and stifle my cries in case they encourage him to spank harder.

Now his knob is nuzzling against my body. The warm sensation of cock against my vulva is stronger than ever. Not only have I just been shaved, I am also wholly relying on feelings. Jolting his hips forward in one movement he fills me as he fucks me hard. Short sharp jabs. He puts his hands around my neck and exerts just a little bit of pressure to remind me he’s in charge. I never doubted it.

For my own good

This session finished with him coming on my face. His favorite finale. The blindfold had remained in place throughout, creating a lot of nervous energy. My heart beat faster than normal. My mind worked overtime, trying to analyze what was going on and my breathing sped up. When we finished, I was exhausted. It felt like I had participated in an aerobic training session.

Being a little bit of a control freak on a day to day basis, I do need that taken away from me at times. A reminder that I can trust someone else beyond myself.

Also it makes me appreciate how lucky I am to be able to see, feel, love and be able to look into his eyes while I suck cock.