Deprived of sight, deprived of sound, silk binds you to a leather bench, you know you're in the dungeon by the damp and musky stench

With anxiety building in you fast, you love this kind of play, sensory deprivation is the order of the day

You're startled by the first touch, it's ice upon your lips, you make a arch with your back as down your body the ice cube slips

You now smell the strawberry even before it touches you, the taste it is so sweet, it's been dipped in chocolate, a delicious sexy treat

You feel kissing on your inner thigh, then my teeth nip your skin, you start to get wetter, has pain gets mixed with sin

Then you feel a gentle touch, it glides across your throbbing slit, has the softest feather like brush, sweeps across your clit

A feather runs all over you, your nipples stand tall they're so erect, across your face, along your neck, it really takes effect

The feather tickles and tantalises, whilst my tongue starts to make you cum, you are hungry for me, you try to raise your bum

Orgasms seem more intense, when other senses are blocked out, you shudder to a climax, you start to shout my name

A evening of deprivation, which started off with silk and leather, gave you such a orgasm, sparked off by my tongue and feather