When one spend one's life plowing through one form of excess or another it becomes very easy to neglect the simple things. Being blindfolded and worked over by an especially attentive somebody is one of these pleasures. there's the surrender, the sensory deprivation, the sheer surprise.
This is the use to which I put this elegantly simple Blindfold from my man John DePasquale. The boy with whom I did this has exquisite hands. During most of our play, the Blindfold was really more a token or my surrender than anything else —I was more "blinded" by simply closing my eyes. It was only when the restraints came out that the Blindfold really became a functional aspect of our little adventure. But that's a story for another time.