All she can do is hear me and feel me. She’s a good girl, she can take it off at any time but sits patiently as I walk around. Putting her hands on her knees when I say, stroking herself, but not touching intimately.

She knows not to beg or plead and as she plays with her nipples, I ease two fingers into her. She has been close since I took away her sight. Now pulling her head back, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as my fingers find their goal; her hips push up as her muscles tense.