#sensory play

[xochimillilili]

Kinktober day 14: Wax/ Candle play

Need to tie up my sweet pet in their soft little puppy bed, have them gagged and naked, a vibrator whirring softly between their legs. Have them staring up at me with those sweet pretty puppy eyes all wide and fuzzy brained, so cute, so innocent. Kissing their forehead once before pulling back, carefully lighting the candle just out of sight, and trailing my free hand around their body softly. Seeing them relax and melt into me even more, get them so eased up and calm that I can clearly see the flinch and small squirm and the way their eyes widen at the touch of heat as they feel the first drop of wax fall onto their skin

Come on sweetheart, let me paint your skin all pretty tonight once more. You know pup, this wax color really does suit you... it looks gorgeous against your soft skin, really makes those marks from your earlier belt spanking just pop all pretty~

[unapologetic-boy-kisser]

Imagine being at a bdsm club, or a kink party, and finding a room full of people in complete darkness. Stepping into the black room, immediately getting groped as someone pulls you in and starts kissing on your neck. Another person reaches out to stroke your face in the dark, going by outline as their mouth traces a path to your straining cock. Moving further into the mass of writhing bodies, you kiss at least 5 people before you get too focused by someone pressing their fingers inside you to do anything but whine.

All your senses would be on fire, not being able to see anything makes your body so much more sensitive, you're dripping as someone that could be anyone bends you over an unknown piece of furniture and slips their unprotected cock in your wet hole. Your moans blend in with a symphony that echoes within the close walls, several pairs of hands pinching you nipples and pulling your hair and guiding their cock past your lips. You'd lose track of how many people would cum inside you, completely free use in the darkness.

[snakeautistic]

I CRAVE deep pressure on this super fundamental level like yes please crush my body I want to be compressed. You know like those hydraulic press thingies? I want that to be me under there. Or like to lie under a steamroller. A weighted blanket is not enough I need to be flattened.

[dino-boyo-agere]

Fun sensory play to do when your smol/ with your little one:

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1. Eating with your hands:

Especially food you would usually use utensils for is a really fun sensory experience. Just make sure to wear clothes that are allowed to get dirty and protect rugs & furniture.

My favorite are melons. Just cut whatever kind of melon you prefer in half, lay out a tarp on the floor/ table and dig in with your hands.

Pasta with tomato sauce or rice are really great to make a mess too!

2. Brushing you plushies, or your pet if u have one:

You could also brush your own/ a friends/ your CG's/ your little one's hair, which can be great for bonding! <3

It's super easy and I find the feeling of brushing hair/ fur extremely relaxing and comforting.

3. Playing with shaving foam:

It has a really soft feeling, is available in all kinds of scents and is great to play with in the bathroom or wherever you're able to rinse everything with water.

I like to play with it in the garden, I just wear my swimming trunks and cover my whole body in the foam, in the summer.

4. Playing with baby powder:

I'd advise to also do this in the bathroom or over a tarp, stuff gets everywhere.

It's fun to cover your body in the soft, comforting smelling powder and it's easily washable from skin and clothes.

If it ends of in the floor/ carpet/ furniture it can be removed with a vacuum.

5. Filling a tub/ bucket with different things to dig your hands into it:

This is a pretty easy and fast little sensory play, just pick whatever interesting texture you want and throw it in.

My favorites are: crumbled up/ shredded paper, sand, ping-pong balls, soft blankets, and cotton balls

6. Making playdough:

Making playdough is really easy and a fun sensory experience.

You basically only need 5 ingredients and are free to add any color and scent you'd like! → here is a recipe ←.

Make sure to lay out cling wrap on the surface you'll be working on and wear clothes that are allowed to get stained, food coloring is hard - sometimes impossible - to remove from certain services/ fabrics.

Also be aware that the food coloring will most likely stain your skin and nails for a few days, from mixing it in. You can wear gloves to prevent that, but that also lessenes the sensory experience.

All ingredients are safe to eat, since little ones can be very curious. If you choose to add scents, make sure to use food safe ones, in case you/ your little one decides to eat it.

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That's all I can think of right now, feel free to add your own ideas too! I might add more later aswell.

Thank you for reading. <3

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[submissivefeminist]

What would you consider an “underrated” kink?

Sensory deprivation/overload. I think there is SO much to explore there and people often overlook a lot of ways you can play with someone's senses. Most ways don't even require kink toys and involve a lot of stuff you might already have around the house.

Prime examples of sensory play:

Complete deprivation (blindfold, earplugs, no clothing, every move is a surprise)

Ice dildos (easy to make and very exciting temporary toys)

Sour sadism (drops of lemon juice or pinches of sour sugar on a sub's tongue)

Locking mitts (makes their hands useless, great for human puppies & adult babies)

Playlist curated with your scene as they wear noise-canceling headphones

This extremely horny puppy will take a vape hit for each dirty ask you send it. 🐶🥵🔥

[faehoundnell]

I like the idea of mixing class-A's with Synesthesia. Lightening those senses until touch and sound and color and taste all mix together. An Affini just holding their floret in their lap, headphones over their ears, a modified class-a in their veins. They play their own biorythm over the headphones and watch as the florets eyes go wide, a shiver up their spine making them squirm as the noise explodes into sensation for them. A soft vine trailing up their arm causing them to drool from its taste.

These are the things I think about while playing out aerobic bacteria samples.

[whoreforhorror]

Kinktober Day Two: Sensory Deprivation with Hannibal Lector

Hannibal was the one who'd brought it up. He was curious to see the effects of sensory deprivation on a person up close, and you, his darling partner, were the perfect subject. He'd gotten everything all layed out and you were starting to suspect he's more excited about this than he's letting on. He'd spent literal weeks researching blindfolds and noise-canceling headphones and gloves and restraints. He'd looked relentlessly, only settling on the nicest silk blindfold and additional silk to bind you with. He found the absolute best noise-canceling headphones, ones that would work both with music and without. He'd done enough research that he'd even found gloves for you to wear too, so that you couldn't feel a thing with your own hands, of your own fruition. 

He'd made a whole night of it too, making an elaborate brunch that he delivered to you in bed, taking you shopping, and then taking you out for an incredibly expensive dinner, both of you dressed to the nines. After the day of pampering, he leads you to your shared bed, pushing you backward gently so that you're sitting on the edge. 

Hannibal grabs the silk red blindfold, kissing you as he slips the blindfold over your eyes and typing it behind your head. He kisses you once more, a quick but loving kiss to remind you he's there, and pulls back some. You can just slightly feel him moving away by the shifting of the bed. 

"Can you see, my love?" Hannibal says in a voice just above a whisper. Opening your eyes to look, and all you can see is the deep, nearly blood-red. The silk is smooth and cool against your skin and you can feel your eyelashes brushing against the material. 

"No, not a thing." You can practically hear the grin form on his face as you speak. 

"Good" He replies simply and comes back to you, placing the headphones on your head, over your ears. The world goes silent as he does so, you can't hear, you can't see. Already, your senses are heightened. Your smell, your sense of touch, you felt on edge and honestly a bit anxious for what's to come. It's one thing to imagine but to be sat here, deprived of the basic senses you'd grown so accustomed to using... it's an erotic, sensual type of fear, one that you can quickly feel yourself getting addicted to. Especially with Hannibal. 

His hands move to rest on either side of your face, each on your jaw, pulling you forward a bit and making your head tilt up just a little. He kisses you once more. A much longer kiss, filled with love and passion. Another reminder that he's still here and that you're in good hands, at least for now. 

When he pulls back, it's a long stretch of nothing. It was probably only a couple of minutes but it felt like ages, an eternity stretching on as you waited without sight or sound for Hannibal to do something, anything that you can feel. The time stretches on and on, so when you feel his hand back on your shoulder, you jolt with surprise as your breath hiches softly. 

Hannibal's hand slides down from your shoulder to your hand, taking it gently and guiding you to stand and walk a few paces forward, away from the bed. There's a short stretch of nothingness before he takes your hand again, pressing a kiss to the palm, then the inside of your wrist. His actions cause butterflies to flutter in your stomach as it flips, flustering you enough that you barely even notice as he slips the soft gloves onto your hands. You reach forward to touch him, but he grabs you gently by the wrist, bringing your arm behind your back and proceeding to do the same with the other. 

You feel the smooth, cool fabric on your arms, the silk restraints. He winds the material around and between your arms, tying them close together, tight but not restricting the blood flow. As his touch leaves you once more, you test the restraints just a bit, trying to pull them apart or twist and wriggle out. The restraints hold strong, your arms aren't going to be freed until Hannibal wants them to be.

Hannibal's hands make their way back to you once more, holding your face as if he were holding a precious Fabergé egg, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks gently as he holds you. His lips find their way back to yours, a moth to a flame, kissing you with a passion that grows from loving to fervored and hungry. He walks you backward, step by step, his lips never leaving yours until you hit the bed with the back of your legs, falling backward, a short gasp escaping you. The mattress cushions your fall, leaving you lying on your back, legs hanging off the bed at the knees, blinded, deafened, and bound.

Fem:

Hannibal's hands find themselves on your knees, spreading your legs a fair degree. His lips land on the inside of your knee, pressing a gentle kiss there too. One of his hands glides upwards, fingers hooking the bottom of your skirt and pulling it upward. The air hits your legs as your skirt moves up your lower thighs, up your upper thighs, up until it's just barely covering what it needs. Hannibal's lips trail up, following the hem of your skirt and peppering your inner thigh with short kisses. The butterflies in your stomach feel like a raging storm at this point, and your breath shortens as your face flushes.

Then, his touches disappear entirely. No kisses, no hand on the knees, no hand pulling up your skirt. You're left, lying on the bed with your skirt pushed up high enough that your panties peek out from beneath, the air brushing past your legs, reminding you of just how exposed and vulnerable you are right now. He's gone for several minutes now.

Sitting back, he's in an armchair in the bedroom, notepad and pencil in hand, observing you closely and taking notes. Every twitch, every change in breath, every single thing you do he takes notes on. Beyond taking notes, you can certainly count on him making sketch after sketch of these moments as he commits them to memory.

The longer he takes, the more you start to test the restraints and the heavier your breath grows, the anxiety and tension building and building, blooming into a combination of fear of the unknown and arousal from the lack of control or knowledge you have in the situation.

It takes seventeen minutes for Hannibal to stand from his chair. You're left in the dark, literally and metaphorically, unaware of where he is or what he's doing. He could be long gone from the room, he could be observing, he could be anything else under the sun.

A hand on your exposed thigh causes you to jump again, the long stretch of nothing leaving you on edge. His hand trails higher and higher, pushing your skirt fully up to your hips and pulling your panties to the side. You can feel the warmth of his breath before he presses a kiss onto your clit. He wastes no time starting to lick and suck, eating you out like you're his last meal.

Pleasure courses through your entire body, making you moan and writhe, the loss of your senses heightening every little touch of Hannibal's. You'd reach for his hair if your arms weren't bound. Your own pleasured moans and groans echo in your mind, the only thing you can hear. You've got no way of knowing how loud or quiet you're being either, adding a layer of freedom to the experience. Something so raw and unfiltered about not knowing or caring how you sounded, how you looked. 

One of Hannibal's hands slid up to your stomach, the other hooking across your hips to hold you down as he continued to eat you out. His tongue circles and zig-zags and licks in straight lines, each and every movement feeling like the only thing you've ever felt and the only thing you'll ever feel, and it's fucking mindblowing.

Your thighs and stomach start to clench involuntarily and your back arches off the mattress. Hannibal only buries his head deeper between your thighs, sucking and licking with more fervor than he had thus far. Your climax makes you see stars behind the silk blindfold. 

Your body falls slack onto the bed as Hannibal moves away from you again. Your dress's skirt is pulled back down to cover you properly, and Hannibal's lips are back on yours, kissing you once more with slow, gentle passion this time. You can taste your cum on his lips and it only serves to drive you crazier, wanting him to never stop. It was addicting. He was addicting.

Hannibal sits you up just enough to take the gloves and binding silks off your arms, gently laying you back onto the mattress as he gives you yet another peck on the lips. He takes the headphones off next, followed by the blindfold. Once everything is off, he gives you a charming smile.

"Hello again, my darling." 

Masc:

Hannibal's hands find themselves on your knees, spreading your legs a fair degree. His lips land on the inside of your knee, pressing a gentle kiss there too. One of his hands glides upwards, fingers around your belt, pulling it loose and unbuttoning the dress slacks you'd worn out. He pulls them off you gently, the air hitting your legs as your lower half is left in your boxers. Hannibal's lips trail upwards, peppering your inner thigh with short kisses. The butterflies in your stomach feel like a raging storm at this point, and your breath shortens as your face flushes.

Then, his touches disappear entirely. No kisses, no hand on the knees, no hands roaming your thighs. You're left, lying on the bed in your boxers, the air brushing past your legs, reminding you of just how exposed and vulnerable you are right now. He's gone for several minutes now.

Sitting back, he's in an armchair in the bedroom, notepad and pencil in hand, observing you closely and taking notes. Every twitch, every change in breath, every single thing you do he takes notes on. Beyond taking notes, you can certainly count on him making sketch after sketch of these moments as he commits them to memory.

The longer he takes, the more you start to test the restraints and the heavier your breath grows, the anxiety and tension building and building, blooming into a combination of fear of the unknown and arousal from the lack of control or knowledge you have in the situation. Your dick strains against your boxers with anticipation, practically begging to be released.

It takes seventeen minutes for Hannibal to stand from his chair. You're left in the dark, literally and metaphorically, unaware of where he is or what he's doing. He could be long gone from the room, he could be observing, he could be anything else under the sun.

A hand on your exposed thigh causes you to jump again, the long stretch of nothing leaving you on edge. His hand trails higher and higher, going to the opening of your boxers and pulling your cock free from its confines. You can feel the warmth of his breath before he presses a kiss to the underside of your shaft, just above your balls. He wastes no time running his tongue up it, wrapping his hand around and pumping before kissing your tip and taking you in his mouth fully. 

Pleasure courses through your entire body, making you moan and writhe, the loss of your senses heightening every little touch and lick of Hannibal's, the warmth of his mouth quickly becoming an addiction. You'd reach for his hair if your arms weren't bound. Your own pleasured moans and groans echo in your mind, the only thing you can hear. You've got no way of knowing how loud or quiet you're being either, adding a layer of freedom to the experience. Something so raw and unfiltered about not knowing or caring how you sounded, how you looked. 

One of Hannibal's hands slid up to your stomach, the other hooking across your hips to hold you down as his head bobs up and down, tongue running up the underside and him occasionally pulling back entirely to pump and stroke you with his hand. Each and every movement feels like the only thing you've ever felt and the only thing you'll ever feel, and it's fucking mindblowing.

Your thighs and stomach start to clench involuntarily and your back arches off the mattress. Hannibal only takes you in deeper, sucking and licking with more fervor than he had thus far. Your climax makes you see stars behind the silk blindfold as you cum down his throat.

Your body falls slack onto the bed as Hannibal moves away from you again. Your boxers are slid back on to give you a bit of decency, and Hannibal's lips are back on yours, kissing you once more with slow, gentle passion this time. You can taste your cum on his lips and it only serves to drive you crazier, wanting him to never stop. It was addicting. He was addicting.

Hannibal sits you up just enough to take the gloves and binding silks off your arms, gently laying you back onto the mattress as he gives you yet another peck on the lips. He takes the headphones off next, followed by the blindfold. Once everything is off, he gives you a charming smile.

"Hello again, my darling."

[xochimillilili]

Wish I could tie my pretty sweetheart up, set them all out for me on the bed, have them all nice and comfy maybe I'll settle a soft kiss on their lips before slowly trailing ice around their body— seeing how they squirm and twitch as the cold goes across their skin, a mix of stinging pain and delicate pleasure on them~

Denying their pleads to cum by shoving an ice into their mouth, making them feel my cock grow hard inside their warm little cunt from their desperate muffled cries and whimpers~

[secretfreakyblog]

i love making you wear a blindfold. I love seeing you quiver in anticipation as i run my fingers down the side of your arm. Running my fingers across your neck, down your chest. I love hovering over you, kissing you all over while you dont know what i will do next. I want to hear you beg for me to touch you while i stand next to you, you not knowing where i am. Beg for me to touch you and end your waiting. You want to be good for me right?

[lost-in-elysian]

Just imagining how a pretty little plaything would look on my floor -hands tied to your back and blindfolded in silk. All trapped and vulnerable kneeling before me.

I’d circle around you, thinking of the many ways to hear your breathing hike up. Perhaps, I’ll caress your sweet face, my thumb grazing your bottom lip. I'll wander down to that bare neck, as my nails catch on to your soft skin. My hands dip down to your collarbones, and just ever so lightly circling those perky nipples. I’ll brush my lips against your ear and teasingly whisper,

"How can a good girl already shake with simple touches? Maybe I should keep the touches to a minimum; I wouldn't want my little one to break."

And we'll keep playing this long game of sensation until you lose your silence. I want you to be riled up so much that you have to stutter through those whimpers just to beg me to attend to your wet quivering mess.

And how dare I ignore a sweet girl’s request when asked politely...

[xenoscribbles]

Just a little update: I now offer EVEN MORE COLORS of my fluffy stim toy buttons, available on my store: https://xenoscribbles.carrd.co/#stores

New colors include lavender, coral, cyan, light blue, two greens, two yellows, orange, peach, and cherry red!

[stimboardboy]

the pool: loose felt shapes

[seradae]

Virtually Mine [F/NB] [technophilia] [VR] [hypno] [bondage?] [sensory deprivation]

WARNING: This story contains hypnosis. If you don't want to read that or aren't in a headspace for it, please feel free to skip it!

"Are you ready, baby?" I said softly, my hand on your leg. "You know this is going to be intense; it's okay if you want to raincheck. I think I have the bugs worked out, finally"

"I'm ready. We've talked about all of it and I'm in a good headspace," you looked stoic, an undercurrent of excitement and anxiety coming through your words. "All I need to do is let go and it's over," you reminded yourself.

"That's exactly right! Let's get you set up." I gave you a gentle kiss and put a VR headset onto you, then noise-canceling headphones. In your right hand I placed a rose quartz sphere; at any time, you could drop it and end the scene. Once I made sure all the hardware was comfortable, I laid you back on the bed.

All you saw was darkness. Then you heard my voice, coming from every direction. "Good, good. Just let yourself relax as much as you can, but there are no expectations on you." Small blue spirals appeared around you, like ripples on a pond, and vanished as my words went into your mind. "Everything you will feel is natural." More spirals appeared, lingering as I drew out my words.

"You feel the sheets against your skin." I watched as you subtly ran your free hand along the bed, sinking into my words. "Such a good toy." I put my hand on your arm and ran my nails down it tenderly as I said, "you feel my nails, the goosebumps they're causing. Such a good toy."

"You're focusing on the words I'm speaking now; the ripples they make in your vision. And you're beginning to go into a trance." I could see you visibly relax as the first induction began to take effect.

A glowing purple spiral faded into view in front of you -- you turned your head a bit but it followed along with your view. "You're staring at the spiral, seeing it thrum as I speak to you." I rested my hand on your thigh and said, "you feel my hand, the weight of each individual finger pressing into your skin. Such a good toy... You feel yourself dropping deeper into your trance."

As you relaxed deeper, I began to stroke up and down your thigh; light touches, barely perceptible. "You feel my touch and as it intensifies, your brain feels fuzzier." I heard an intake of breath as I used more pressure, my fingers trailing all over your body. "Such a good toy," I praised gently, repeating it as the spiral grows to occupy your entire field of view. "Remember that you can leave this place at any time."

My hand reached between your legs and I pressed two finger into you slowly. "You feel yourself stretching around my fingers, brain going even fuzzier as they fill you up. You can feel yourself clamping around them; such a good toy. You focus on the spiral." The purple of the spiral was joined by bands of pink as my fingers sunk all the way into you.

I started to stroke your g-spot with both fingers, slowly. "You feel my fingers inside you. You feel the weight of the sphere in your hand. You feel the bed underneath you. You're starting to feel as if soft ropes are covering your limbs." I intensified my movements, watching you twitch slightly under my ministrations.

"As you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, you feel the ropes tightening, holding you in place. Try to lift your right arm," I instructed. I saw your arm lift just a hair, but the weight of the sphere helped sell the suggestion. "Such a good toy. When you cum for me, you'll find yourself fully bound."

I sped up and heard your breathing keep pace, your tight cunt squeezing around me. I got you closer and closer, ramping up the speed of the spiral, then spoke once more. "Cum for me, toy." As the words made their way into your mind, I felt you clamp down hard around me and a guttural moan came from your mouth. You stayed perfectly still as you came, little muscle twitches the only sign of resistance to my instruction.

"Such a good toy! You feel your orgasm radiating through every part of your body. You feel yourself clenching down around me. You can feel the waves moving through your body. You're beginning to feel even more full." I stretched my fingers out a bit and continued to fuck you senseless, the orgasm stretching out further and further.

Once I felt you'd had enough, I slowed and then stopped. "You feel yourself coming down from the orgasm, aftershocks moving through your body. You feel the ropes loosening and the pressure on your skin lowering. You feel my fingers sliding out of you." With the last comment, I pulled out of you gently.

I slowed the spirals but didn't stop them. "You feel the bed under you. You feel the headset on your face. You hear my voice. And you're beginning to rise out of the trance, slowly." I stroked your face and continued. "You feel my fingers on your face, the breeze in the room. You're going to come out of the trance in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1. Gooood, very good, toy."

The spirals faded away and I took the headphones and headset from you, then set the quartz sphere to the side. I offered you some water and pulled you into cuddles. "How was that, baby? You did such a great job!"

You took a few sips and caught your breath. "Oh my fuck. That was so intense. Thank you!"

I kissed you gently. "No, thank you, baby. You're the best beta tester ever." I grinned as I planned the next session.

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Kinktober day 19 Sensory deprivation: Diavolo (blindfolds, restraints, earmuffs, overstim, slight spitting)

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To say Diavolo was surprised was an understatement. He didn’t think you’d be so…thorough…with his restraints. He couldn’t see, hear, move, or speak. It was frustrating, you weren’t letting him catch a break either. He’d cum several times but you just kept going.

Diavolo whined as your hand found it’s way back to his exhausted cock, you’ve worked him so hard he cant even get hard! Diavolo tried to cry out to plead with you. You didn’t notice, or maybe you just didn’t care. Diavolo whined out as another ‘orgasm’ wracks through his limp cock. Nothing comes out and all it does is give a few pathetic twitches.

He feels your lips on the length of his cock, giving butterfly kisses up and down it, breathing out with each kiss. His tired cock twitches with every other kiss. He growls in an attempt to distract you. All it does is earn him a hard squeeze on the base of his cock.

You release his cock suddenly and step away. Diavolo tries to catch his breath but you grab his cock again. You stroke him roughly to try and force him to harden. He feels you hold his cock by the base and pause. He suddenly feels something wet drop onto the head of his cock.

Diavolo groans upon realizing you had just spat on his cock.

Tagging list: @obeymewanderer

[cleocvnt]

about me

hi im cleo!

i dont have a lot of experience but I'm enthusiastic to explore and learn!

kinks: bondage, choking, pet play, free use, objectification, cnc, dumbifacation, bimbofication, misogyny, sensory deprivation, degradation, collars/marking/branding etc,

stuff i'm interested in trying: wax play, knife play, TPE, hypnosis , somno, orgasm denial, overstim, electric play

hard limits: piss play, licking toilets, licking boots, vomit, scat, (basically anything truly unhygienic is a no-go) raceplay, age play stuff

DNI: minors and people with unclear ages, people who are actually misogynistic or bigoted at all irl

[rainbow-lite]

as an autistic person i think a little too much abt sensory play ,,

fuzzy handcuffs, blankets, their clothes, hot wax, ice, blindfolds, rope, vibrators, impact play, leather, rubber gloves, etc !!!!!