From behind the blindfold my sense of touch is magnified a thousand times over. The briefest touch of his fingers sends my blood racing and I can feel my pulse pound in my temples. I cannot help but sigh when his lips brush against my neck and when his chest slides against mine it takes my breath away completely.

Since the first night we spent together, Amon has delighted in finding new ways to make me moan in bed. The blindfold began as a necessity, but I had never foreseen how erotic that submission could be. As much as I still long to look on his face, it arouses me just to think of his eyes roaming over me and drinking me in as I lay there sightless. The little surprises when I can't predict where he'll touch me next. How I am constantly aware of every place we touch as we move against each other. The sensual way I can remember every contour of his body by touch rather than sight. It brought a new dimension to the bedroom that I had never guessed at, and I found myself enjoying the blindfold even as I resented it.

He was the one who thought that placing more limits on me could be pleasurable. He'd mentioned tying me up once or twice when we'd collapsed together in a sweaty embrace, but I assumed it was only a fleeting idea and didn't take him seriously until he brought them to bed. I was skeptical, but there was very little I could deny him and agreed to at least give it a try. That night he only bound my hands behind my back, but the experience was better than I had imagined.

For too many years, I had felt like I could not control my own life. I despised benders for ruling the world I was forced to share with them, and I reveled in the independence I had as a leader of the revolution. But this submission was different. Here we were two non-benders, victims of a bending world, standing side by side as equals. For this man, who was no more and no less than me, I made the conscious and voluntary decision to surrender control of my body. His lips and hands moved over me, and I had no power to resist him. That night I came so hard I saw spots behind the blindfold.

Amon was fascinated. I couldn't see his face behind the mask, but I could hear the smile in his voice when he asked me how I liked it. Since then, we have traded this loss of control back and forth in the bedroom. He wrapped my hands in cloths so I had no use of my fingers. I tied him with string so that he had to hold a pose himself without snapping the threads. That was one of my great successes. I could feel his muscles trembling under my fingers as I teased him, refusing to touch him where he wanted it most. The give and take of submission and dominance we share means so much more to me because we stand side by side in the day as equals. Giving control over to someone because I want to, not because I have to, is sensual, but having a partner willing to do the same for me is even more erotic.

Last night I put on my blindfold when I saw him untying his mask, but he slipped behind me and removed it. I was confused, but he told me just to behave as though it was still on. When the meaning of his words sunk in I was completely blown away by his faith in me. Embarrassingly, one small tear slipped from beneath my closed eyelid and he twisted around me, unmasked, to kiss it away. To me, that act embodies everything that is good we share. We trust each other with everything we have. I already tell him that I love him, but last night I whispered it over and over like a prayer.