It is all the little things that have such an effect. The way you can pull against those restraints, feeling that little bit of give, giving that little bit of hope that you can protect yourself, yet ultimately not being able to do so, adding so much more to your helplessness as I torment that most delicate place.
The blindfold itself keeping your imagination always racing; even though you know exactly where I am and what I am doing to you, the darkness lets you fantasise about so much more. Your mind is free to linger on every fine detail of just what my mouth is unleashing upon your tenderness.
