This is my favorite place.
Nestled in the dark, my eyes covered with silk and music humming in my ears.
I know I'm safe here, you always take such good care of me,  but the anticipation is rippling under my skin.
It could be minutes or hours since you undressed me and layed me out here. The feeling of each cuff wrapping around my wrists and ankles, kissing each spot as you secured me.
"What's your word, sweetheart?" You ask gently, as you tighten the scarf over my eyes.
"Typewriter," I reply.
"Good girl," you say, kissing my temple.
The headphones are next,  the deep bass filling my head and shutting everything else out. All I can do here is exist for you.
You've been letting me sink into myself for a bit before I feel the first brush of something soft against the skin of my stomach. Tiny teasing circles around my belly button. And then suddenly, gone. Little pause and then I feel that same softness running down the inside of my leg just below my knee. Long smooth strokes up and down my calf.
Before, gone again, and I feel myself give a tiny moan. Next, is a tickle against my neck, not the fur this time, I am unsure what it is, as you caress down my pulse point to the tip of my breast. Little flicks turn my nipples to hard aching points, and I'm gone, lost in the sensation.
I come back to myself a moment later when the flick and tickle is removed. I arch as the first icy drop touches my skin, and it's quickly followed by others, all over my throat and chest. The ice circling my nipple is almost painful in its intensity, and I feel my heart start to race in reaction to it. The ice is trailed down to rest in my belly button where it tries to distract me from the feeling of your hot mouth on my icy cold breast.
Somewhere, in my mind,  I'm distantly aware that you could make me orgasm from this alone,  but you must realize that because suddenly your mouth is gone and I feel a sharp sting on one spread thigh. The small pain is grounding, and I feel myself both coming up and falling deeper. The next hard flick finds my hip and I feel myself arch off the bed with it. Three more quick little switches along my thighs and that sensation is gone too.
I float here in the dark, just waiting for the next touch. I shiver a bit at the feel of the ice melting and running down my belly. My breathing evens back out as your music fills my ears.
 I flinch at the first scratch of your beard against my inner thigh, every inch of my skin oversensitized, I feel your kisses and nibbles going up and up. The scrape of your teeth dragging over my hip bone, causing my hips to roll. Nails on my ass distract me and suddenly you're at my core. Licking into me like a man dying of thirst and it's all I can do not to cum immediately, but,  it's cut off much too quickly as you go back to kissing down my other thigh. I know I'm whimpering and I can feel it, hell, I might even be getting words out but I have no idea what they might be.
The ice is back, this time startling against my throat and I know I've yelped at the cold burn of it. Down, down it slides, over my collarbone and sternum, another circle around my belly button, down the ridge of my hip, goosebumps follow it's passage. Then you're holding it just above my swollen clit and it's terrible and wonderful all rolled into one. Your mouth is back and this time you won't let up,  the hot and cold sensations making me quiver. Your lips close around me and I'm gone! Vision whiting out even in the dark. Every nerve in my body leads to you and they're all firing at once.
I slowly come back to myself as you remove the headphones,  same music playing quietly in the background. Your lips against the shell of my ear as you softly say, "You did such a good job, I love how you fall apart for me. I'm going to uncuff you now, but take as long as you need to remove your blindfold."
I feel your rough fingers undoing my restraints at wrist and ankle,  massaging as you go. Then the bed dips as you move me up to sit in the crook of your legs. Hands gently rubbing the feeling back into my arms and shoulders, you position me against your chest and nuzzle my hair murmuring sweetly to me. I slowly reach up to remove the mask, the dim light in the room still a shock. I lean into your touch, feeling weak and shakey.
You grab a glass from the side table and hold it out, "Here, drink some water and when you're ready we'll go run you a warm bath."
I realize that my lips are chapped and throat sore so take the glass with trembling hands and you help me hold it to drink.  You take it back and set it aside again, hands going back to your soothing massage.
I was wrong, the dark is wonderful, but this right here in your arms is my very favorite place.