It was an odd sensation, and he started to flex his hand as if to work feeling back into it. There was a definite gratefulness in his stance that it was back to normal, but soon he sought out his Dom to give a very confused look, blindfold be damned. That was against the rule that they had just gone over, yet he was being told to do it anyway. An order probably superseded a rule and so he slid his hand down into his pants to give it a go.

He could feel the contact, the slight perk as attention was applied to his very eager dick, and then... not much of anything, actually. Even trying to work it up, all he could feel was skin against skin. No spark or pleasure from the touch no matter what he was doing. He swallowed and pulled his hand away. "Sir?" His bewilderment was evident enough by his tone and his expression. "There's... nothing. Not much," he corrected. It wasn't numbness, it was just a lack of reaction.