When it comes to kink, many fear the notion that they are putting themselves in some sort of danger. They fear this idea of relinquishing control, being vulnerable or being under someone else’s instruction, and this makes them uncomfortable, and less inclined to step into the unknown. But if done correctly, and removing the fear of danger, kink begins to sound very appealing. Surrendering to another allows them to cater to you and meet both your sexual desires. That’s how I came to enjoy playing with kink and was introduced to sensory play and blindfolds. 

Blindfolding is not (for me) about putting myself in danger, but an opportunity to relinquish control and let someone else take charge; focusing on teasing and tantalising me in ways we both enjoy. Neither of our pleasure comes at the expense of the other.

When I blindfold a bro, I lay them out and take charge of our pleasure. I don’t aim to hurt or assert dominance through fear or degradation, unless that is something they’ve specifically requested. My focus is on ensuring they’ll enjoy the experience.

I invite onlookers to join in. To come and contribute to the experience. I request they run their fingers, lips and tongues over different parts of the blindfolded bro’s body while we begin edging the increasingly engorged dong. Whilst they lay there, unable to see the scene, I get to enjoy every reaction. The delight, the growing curiosity and pleasure as each new assistant joins our play. As the bro grows more receptive, we all share, with complicit looks, the sight of their pleasure, the moans and the way they writhe in happy response to our touch.

Sightless, our bro’s arousal is focused on every other sense. On hearing the wet sounds and moans nearby and feeling hands stroke and caress teasingly. On the smell of body musk and sex and tasting the lips and tongues pressing passionately as the bro reaches out to stroke their cocks in hungry gratitude.

As the sensory play goes on, I come close and whisper. I might say a horny crowd of horned up bros is watching, eagerly awaiting their turn to join in. That these guys are so turned on by this sight, that they are rock hard and leaking precum. This encourages them deeper into surrender while reassuring them of my own presence, should it be needed.

Soon, our subject stops attempting to decipher who each of the hands, lips or engorged cocks belong to. It no longer matters; the sensations have no root and it all just feels so good. Full body physical pleasure takes over, the response is so primal and authentic. 

At that point, blissfully overtaken by waves of pleasure and completely entrusted in our hands, the collective is united in our task of keeping that state of raw pleasure, fuelled by the moans and bodily responses.

There is something so delicious about knowing we all get to enjoy watching and touching my blind volunteer, who will never witness what we did. Just like none of us who came together to build up their pleasure cannot truly know their version. Both our experiences will remain unseen.