What Happens When You Use Sensory Deprivation During Sex?

I used a blindfold and headphones to find out

I consider sex a multisensory experience. I’m into all the sexual stimulation, of course, but I also really enjoy focusing on the tactile, auditory, and visual elements.

I love the feel of my lube-slicked hands sliding up and down the shaft of a cock. I love listening to the breathing, the grunts, the moans, the shifting sheets, and the slap of skin hitting skin. And I can’t get enough of watching muscles flex and the way cocks swell and twitch with excitement.

But when I wore a blindfold during sex, I realized that depriving myself of some of those sensations can be really arousing, too.

The blindfold took away my sight but it turned the volume up on all the other senses. It’s like my ears could pick up the sound better and my skin became more sensitive to touch and temperature.

It was so satisfying that I started wondering what would happen if I deprived myself of two senses instead of one. If I blocked out my hearing, too, would all the touch I experienced be even more stimulating?

There was only one way to find out.

My first thought was to use earplugs, but I didn’t have any and I didn’t want to run an extra errand if I didn’t have to. I did have headphones, though. They’re not noise cancelling, but if I played music through them, I might be able to drown out all the sound around me. That should be enough to isolate myself so I can dissociate from my surroundings.

The headphones themselves were a compromise, too. Phone sex is so much better with ear buds. The sound pouring so directly into my ears makes it feel a lot more immersive. But these would have to do for now.

I knew just how I wanted to test out my sensory deprivation hypothesis: a pussy massage. It’s long, sensual, and I don’t have to do a damn thing when I’m getting one. It would be perfect.

Mr. Austin and I had already tried a blindfolded pussy massage with decent results. I told him using headphones might make it even cooler. Without missing a beat, he said, “Why don’t we try it tonight?”

And so try it we did.

Sad Songs and Sensual Touching

We turned off the lights, lit a candle, laid pillows all over the bed, and we stripped most of our clothes off.

But then my headphones killed the atmosphere. They just wouldn’t pair with my phone’s bluetooth feature. I sat there, stripped to my plaid blue panties, awkwardly fussing with them, trying to figure out how to get the music I would need for the experience.

I suck with technology. My husband wasn’t much help, either. His only solution to any tech problem is “Did you try rebooting it?” But somehow, I eventually got everything to sync together and we could get back to business.

That’s the nice thing about a pussy massage. It doesn’t matter how many interruptions you have when you’re getting set up or if something ruins the mood — the massage will always get you back there.

I opened up Spotify and skipped my first two playlists. “Emma’s JAM Jams” wouldn’t work. Those are the songs I used to work out to before I started working out to porn, but Wham!’s “Wake Me Up Before You Go Go” doesn’t have the right vibe for this kind of thing.

I skipped over “Emma’s BANG Jams,” too. That’s my playlists of songs Mr. Austin and I used to listen to while we fucked. That was more fitting, but a few of the songs on there that are good for getting pounded, not massaged.

I decided on my Lana Del Rey playlist. She’s who I listen to when I’m heartbroken, when I’m sick and just can’t get out of bed, or when I get too high (and also can’t get out of bed). It was the perfect choice for a slow, sensual, chill experience.

After spending way too long getting set up (shout out to my patient husband), I slipped on the blindfold, slipped off my plaid panties, propped myself up on a few pillows, and settled back.

And then I felt something I don’t usually feel before a pussy massage. I felt nervous. I remembered the way earbuds and headphones usually make me feel. They’re great for phone sex, but I don’t like wearing them when I’m out for a walk or doing things around the house. Maybe it’s because I’m a mom or just because I’m a woman, but I hate not being able to hear what’s happening around me.

Lying there, naked, eyes and ears covered, I had this unnerving feeling that I was too out of the moment. I felt like I wasn’t even in the room and like I wasn’t present with my husband. I was just lying down in a personal black hole, listening to music.

And there’s just something weird about being spread eagle and not doing anything other than listening to music, yaknow?

But then the touching started. I jumped when I felt his fingers on my thighs. It was like a spark that brought me out of my musical haze and back into the bedroom. In an instant, I was grounded in what we were doing.

He ran his hands on my thighs before slowly rubbing around my outer labia. Slowly, he worked his way to the rest of my pussy.

The blindfold and the music drowned out everything but what my skin felt. I could focus even more intensely on the pleasure I was experiencing. Every sensation was magnified.

A pussy massage is always relaxing, but this time I felt my body letting go even more. I was immersed in it, sinking into the moment, just enjoying the pleasure and the touch for their own sake.

And because I couldn’t see or hear anything, I felt less self-conscious than I normally do when I’m bared and exposed like this. Mr. Austin told me that I was louder and more vocal than I normally am. Because I couldn’t hear myself much, I guess I didn’t feel the need to hold back or regulate my volume.

With two fingers gently thrusting into me and his thumb softly but steadily rubbing my clit, I felt my pleasure mounting. My whole mind focused in on the stimulation until it brought me to a climax.

I came hard, but I always do at the end of a pussy massage. What was different is how I got there and the way everything felt more intense. I could concentrate fully and completely on my pleasure like nothing in the world existed beyond my husband’s two hands and Lana Del Rey’s sad, longing voice.

Focus in on Your Pleasure

Sensory deprivation is kind of strange. It completely eliminates some of the enjoyable aspects of sex, but it also revs up all the remaining ones.

It also heightens your feelings of trust for your partner. When you take away your ability to see and hear, you put your pleasure and comfort entirely in their control, and that alone can be highly arousing.

If you have a partner that makes you feel completely safe, it’s worth trying. Have them blindfold you and listen to music instead of the sounds in the room. It will help you focus in on your pleasure, and it should still work even if you decide to listen to Wham! instead of sad ballads.

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