I was under the impression a blindfold was simply deployed to steal my vision and keep me on edge, to anticipate what was coming next, or where Miss Janet was in regards to me, or what toys she had at her disposal. It did all of that, of course, but it absolutely heightened my senses elsewhere with my sight gone.
They bit hungrily, craving the thin flesh of my hard cock and bound balls. All told, Miss Janet informed me that she placed 18 total clothespins on my head, shaft and balls. Her praise kept me focused, not wanting to complain verbally or groan in anguish.