How I loved to be tied and blindfolded. There was nothing like it. Being tied was great, but the best part of it all was the blindfold. To not know what's gonna happen until it happens. Just to feel it as it happens. When you cut off one sense the others get more sharpen.
To trust someone that much. After all, anything can happen when your tied. You have no way of preventing it. Your at another's mercy. Which makes it more the fun. Most people think a lot of pain is involved. Yes, some people are into that, but not all of us. Me, I like the erotic side of being tied. Mild pain is good, after all some pain is pleasure, but not hard pain. A mild spanking gets me going all the time that's for sure.
My lover knew how much I trusted him. He knew what got me going, what got me hot. He knew he could do just about anything to me while I was tied and blindfolded (within reason). He knew what toys to use, and where. He also knew I liked it best when he made no noise.
I was tied to his bed. Spread eagle on my back, and blindfolded. I must have been laying there for about 10 minutes without feeling or hearing anything. My body was squirming, pulling at the ties that bind me. This made it more the erotic. I knew he was there watching me, watching my every move. This made me wet.
I felt a gentle touch of a feather on my skin. Just lightly on my face. Trailing over my face to my neck and down my body. Barely feeling it on my hardening nipple. Then onto the other nipple. I knew he was using the tip of the feather, I could feel it at a point. He kept touching one nipple then the other with the feather. He was taking his time and going slowly.
He then moved the feather down lower on my body, down my stomach and onto my inner thighs. Up and down, driving me crazy. He gently put the feather to my outer pussy lips. Down one side and then up the other. Over and over again. Then he stopped.
I heard him leave the room. He came back a few minutes later, it felt like hours to me. He sat on the bed. I felt cold drops of water on my hot skin. Slow drips right down the middle of my chest. Then I felt ice cubes on my hard nipples. I gasped, not expecting this at all. First to be so hot, then to feel the cold wetness. He was rubbing the cold ice on my body. I was shaking.
Then all of a sudden I felt hot wax hit my body. One drip at a time the wax fell on my body. I felt it trail down the middle of my chest. Then I felt it hit my nipples. The coldness of the ice intensified the heat of the wax. It was so erotic. I felt like my breast were covered with wax, like it was a molded.
I knew he held the candle high, to make the wax cool as it was in the air. I pictured him doing this with my eyes blindfolded. I watched him do this to me lots of times, so I knew his technique. I knew he had that serious look on his face, making sure he hit every spot. He was dripping the candle on each leg now. Just around where my pussy was. I felt the wax wax dripping on my inner thighs. I was in heaven.
I heard when he blew out the candle, and I smelled the smoke from it. I laid there and waited for him to touch me. I was dying for him to touch my wet pussy. I wanted to feel him inside of me. With me not able to touch him. He still didn't say a word.
I felt something flat, something like a playing card, on my body where the wax was. He was now taking the wax off of me. He was taking his time, making sure he got every last bit. After he was done DE-waxing me, he used oil on me. Getting me nice and smooth. He was rubbing a lot of oil on my breast. Pinching them to their peakness. Pulling on them. He then put nipple clamps on me. Making them not too tight, but tight enough were they would stay nice and hard. Now this made me really wet.