4 Ways to Use Blindfolds In Your BDSM Scene

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  1. bibulousone says:

    All these ideas sound great and give me kinky thoughts for my next session.

  2. Mrs Fever says:

    A little imagination goes a long way, and it’s only inability or refusal to use one’s imagination that makes a thing “boring” – kinky or otherwise. These are all great examples of how NOT-boring the commonplace-ality of blindfolds can be. πŸ™‚

    Just a safety note, since your post is structured as informational/educational: loss of sight can impact a person’s balance, so it’s always important that the blindfolded person be acclimated to their surroundings if expected to walk or stand. Having either a steadying anchor or a secure seat (inanimate or human – take your pick!) available and within reach is always a good idea. πŸ™‚

    • Kayla Lords says:

      Two things I love here…”commonplace-ality” – I feel like that needs to be a word that gets used more often…

      And two, the safety reminder. That’s a very good point. Most of my experiences with blindfolds have been in prone or bound positions so it’s not something I automatically think of. Thank you! πŸ™‚

  3. kinkykitty says:

    The leather is cool against my chest as I lean into position on the modified spanking bench. I feel vulnerable, exposed and yet strangely very peaceful in this position. I’ve been blindfolded, it’s soft against my face. I’m trying to decide if the darkness is peaceful or terrifying, this is new.
    I relax into it, closing my eyes trying to take note of the sounds around me. I have no idea what to expect, and that excites the hell out of me. I can’t hear him moving around, he’s very quiet. I feel him on my left and then I hear his breath. It’s slow, controlled, and I feel myself melting further into the bench.
    I feel his fingers caressing my left arm and a small smile slowing makes its way across my face.
    Then I hear the click and my heart skips a beat. My wrist cuffs are being attached to the spanking bench with something cold, metal I think. My mind is whirling, analyzing.
    What are the likely locking options? What would I choose? How likely is it that I could get out?
    I realize now that both my arms and ankles are now securely fastened to the bench. I’ve been over analyzing again, lost in my head. He’s checking the restraints, asking me how I’m doing. I chastise myself, Focus.
    “I’m good Sir, very good”.
    “We are going to play a little game,” he says.
    “You are going to figure out my favorite football team, each guess will cost you ten strikes. I choose the implement. The closer you are to the correct answer the more likely you are to enjoy what I choose. It will be obvious when you are very far off.”

    This sounds really fun, and I am feeling very confident. I can reason this out. Hell, I might even purposely throw out a few incorrect ones at first just to get a few good swats in. I can feel my ass start to tingle and he hasn’t touched me yet, now I know why my legs are secured. It’s so I can’t gain any relief, I desperately want just a little pressure and feel myself lean in towards the bench.
    Nothing, and I’m soaked. That little voice in my head tells me I should be embarrassed by this clearly wanton display, but I’m not.
    I’m just overwhelmed and desperate.
    We begin with a warm up, nice. Not sure what he’s using, but I’d put this in the like column. It’s warm, smooth and wide, the impact is dispersed, and my ass is warmed up nicely.
    I wonder what that is? Paddle maybe? Did I see one on the table?
    Was there one hanging on the wall? Shit, he said something, and I was lost in my head again, I am an idiot and I’m going to ruin this, Focus.
    Team… I’m sure he asked about a team.

    I venture a guess. I pick a team I’m pretty sure isn’t correct, but is likely in the top 3-5, Steelers.

    I wait, I listen.
    He’s moving towards me with something that has motion, I can hear as he adjust the falls. It’s a flogger of some sort. There were many on the wall, some made out of very scary things like Ethernet cords. Some made out of things I’d really love like leather and a new rubber looking one I’m unsure about.
    I’m waiting, has it been a few seconds or minutes? I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention.

    Then I feel it, it’s not a flogger that’s for sure.
    Still, I have no idea what it is. I don’t hate it but buy the 6th strike I’m sure the Steelers was the wrong answer. Now I’m thinking purposely guessing wrong was a majorly stupid idea.

    Time to use the brain and reason this out.

    I know where he grew up, I know where he went to school and were he currently lives. I know that he is intensely loyal to his college teams, so I venture a guess that he grew up watching and has stayed with the local teams of his youth.

    Wrong answer.
    Next.
    Very wrong answer.
    What is that? Holy shit. Am I dripping on the bench? Oh god.
    Next.
    Wrong again.
    Several more guesses. Still wrong.
    Now I can’t think. I’m definitely out of my head.
    I can’t see anything going on around me.
    What has he used? What is left?
    I’m losing track of what I’ve even guessed.
    Wait, this can’t happen. I was so sure. I’ve named every team on the East Coast. I know Football. There is no one left.
    I’m sure not saying the one team I know he hates. I value my ass much too much for that. So, who can it be?

    Well, my dad’s favorite team was the Cowboys. I haven’t said that one yet. Now I’m talking out loud. I’m out of my own head. I’m arguing with myself and he can hear every word. “It can’t be the Cowboys, they are too far away, it’s not them, maybe it’s them. Who else is left?”
    “Is that your answer”? he asks.
    “Ummm, No Sir”. I’m picturing that damn Ethernet flogger.
    I’ve gone through everything. How can I not have the right team by now?
    Damn it.
    I was so sure this was going to be easy.
    I’m running through every team in my head, some I said twice.
    He’s holding something, and I swear I can almost feel the smirk on his face. If I could just see what he’s holding or see his face I could probably read him well enough to know if I had the right answer. If I had seen his face it would have been easier to watch for those little tells everyone gets.
    I got nothing.
    “Cowboys, Sir”.
    “Are you sure this time”? Again, he’s giving me an out.
    I’m going back and forth so much my head is a mess, I’m completely out of options and beyond turned on at having been bested in something that should have been so simple. This is my last guess, so I go for it.
    “Cowboys, Sir” I’m sure. Really, I’m not sure at all. The only thing I know for sure is this is fucking hot. Am I allowed to cum while I’m getting this last round? Should I ask? Better wait and see if I’m wrong.
    And then I feel it. Definitely right answer.
    Go Cowboys!

  4. kinkykitty says:

    Did I forget to mention in my lust induced haze…that was one of my favorite scenes involving a blindfold. It was so much fun, combined several things I really like. Sports, mental gymnastics, sensory deprivation and impact play.

  5. Molly says:

    I love that suggestion of how to use it to explore a third person fantasy, that is such a sexy idea

    Mollyx

  6. Jo says:

    Oooh – I love the exhibitionist play idea! I’ve been in lots of threesomes but have never been blindfolded while two people played with me – or blindfolded a partner and had a third come in. #goals…

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