Mmmmmmm... Blindfolds

We were finishing dinner with a bit of dessert: fat free, no sugar added, vanilla frozen yogurt. I still had some of my wine from dinner, and I don't like to mix wine and "ice cream." So, I was busily working my way to the bottom of my glass of Pinot Noir, anticipating the frozen confection sitting on the table in front of me. Which, of course, led to some teasing from the family.

Himself suggested that I could simply put the wine on the ice cream -- a pretty revolting idea, actually. No thanks. I don't even want to contemplate the idea of a good, sturdy, honest red wine poured onto vanilla ice cream, or even vanilla frozen yogurt. Except that it reminded me of the days, a long time ago, when I was sometimes prone to pour Creme d' Menthe on vanilla ice cream -- and that was yummy!

So, Master suggested that T can make us a sugar free "version" of Creme d' Menthe. It's true. There's just one problem. The mixture that T whips up is the most vibrant, glaring, neon shade of green. It is just scary!

Well, that minor impediment didn't dissuade Him at all. "We'll just get you a blindfold," He said.

And -- that's where I stopped being part of the conversation in any valid or viable sense, because in my head, I was exploring the whole idea of blindfolds. I like blindfolds. At least, I seem to think / remember that I like blindfolds...

It isn't a part of our usual play scene. I've been blindfolded a few times in dungeons. There is something sweet and thrilling about that elimination of the sense of sight. I can sink into the warm darkness, and it becomes easier to flow with whatever is happening. There are fewer distractions, less input, a whole lot more ability to let go and simply go with the energy.

Mmmmmmm... blindfolds.

swan