blindfold my husband

I folded my top and placed it next to Ben in anticipation of kneeling next to him.

"Ben hasn't yet earned viewing privileges. Blindfold him" commanded Will holding up Ben's hood.

"Shall I also plug his ears?" I suggested.

"Not today, I want his ears to be perfect so that he can hear every breath, every moan, every yelp, every scream, every rustle, every swoosh and smack and crack. He is going to have a feast for his ears that will nourish his fantasies for years to come."

I smirk at the Princess Bride reference, (at least that was what I presumed it was) but am quickly swept away by the thrill of knowing that many of those onomatopoeias are describing my imminent future. Will had previously whipped me and I'm looking forward to the first encore.