Once the blindfold came off, he could already sense something coming. He fought from the grip and failed, turning his head down and away only once she had let go of his face. His eyes were wide open now, staring into the nothing where air rushed in to fill the space that had previously been blocked. It was just another sensation in many: pain, pleasure, shame and excitement thrumming through his body. His blindness was something he'd overcome and dealt with his entire life. There was no other option for him, and she wasn't going to find an in that way, she wasn't...

Except then the whiplash came, he cried out in pain and jolted with the motion where his position had not been ready to brace such a blow, and the guilt and doubt began to creep inside from the momentary lapse. He hadn't seen that coming, hadn't even known the whip was there. Gasping for breath against that tide, he squared his shoulders and sat back up, even if he couldn't bear to raise his head this time in order to shield his eyes from the onlookers. His Dom loved him, cared for him, his sight or lack thereof couldn't matter. He wasn't missing anything, wasn't gaining anything from it... was he?