Blindfold (unfinished)
Avah | October 7, 2008
In hindsight, I think I would have preferred not to be blindfolded. I think for the scene we did, it was perhaps not even needed. And I would have like to have been able to see him to connect better.
It was Sunday night of Shibaricon and Jefferson and I were finally playing in the dungeon. Part of me was nervous about it- for a few reasons. The one being we really hadn’t played together in over a year. There was once or twice when Jefferson got the cane out, but it was all light and not in the least be intense. So I really didn’t know how I’d react to that dynamic between us again. I was also nervous because I was uncertain of our energy and relationship those days. Things had already been feeling off since the winter when I started acting out against D. and we began fighting about it. Not to mention that only a few days before leaving for Chicago, I had come to the realization there was very little left to our relationship and I no longer wanted to continue it after the trip.
So, yeah, add all that up and then let Jefferson tie me up and hit me was a wee-bit nerve wracking.
I was wearing my pretty new corset that evening and it actually put me more in a mood to play. Jefferson and I didn’t get to the dungeon until later in the night because we had enjoyed a long visit with a long time reader from the area, Mariel. Once down in the dungeon, we found Zelda and Jocasta already playing and we made a quick pit stop for Jefferson to finger Jo for a little bit.
After that, we started to hunt for a place to do our scene. A lot of the furniture was being used, but we found one area with a funky post so that the person bends forward when tied to it.
Jocasta ended up doing a majority of the tying, but Jefferson was there watching. Hopefully learning. I was tied in my corset with my waist attached to a post that was angled at about 45 degrees, my hands tied behind my back, and my ankles tethered to the bottom post. The blindfold was put on last. And Jefferson and I were left alone to do our own thing.
He started with a kiss.
And with that, I felt safe enough to let go with him one last time.
With 2 canes borrowed from Jocasta, he started warming up the front of my thighs with light quick taps.
I was quickly lulled into that floaty head space as Jefferson alternated between striking my thighs and gently caressing them.
[Note: I’m posting this unfinished because it’s in my drafts, but I don’t know that I’ll ever finish it. So I’m just putting it up.]
