Invisible Eyes

I’m neglecting you aren’t I? A spate of almost daily posting followed by silence. Ragged sleep, carpal tunnel and much work that must be done keep me away.

This photo on Eros Blog reminded me of situation that arouses me.

Often I’ve mentioned that the idea of being blindfolded or - better yet - hooded arouses me.

So does the image of a dominant’s eyes being invisible.

When the image first appeared to me it was of a guy wearing those mirrored sunglasses thought to be popular among the state police of America’s southern states. That my own image would be reflected back only added to the theoretical thrill: seeing yourself on your knees.

For a woman I think dark glasses would be better. Perhaps something stylish out of an old Fellini movie.

Or a mesh veil might be sexier. In a particularly silly fantasy of riding in the back of a limo where I did nothing but lick her high heels my imaginary Domina wore an old veiled cap like those women once wore to funerals (maybe they still do, haven’t been to a funeral since I was four).

The excitement is in the uncertainty. Is she gazing at you mockingly? Or does she look angry. Her lips may hint but without the eyes how can you be sure.