ANR with Sensory Perception

This experience will be one I remember for years to come…
After sitting and talking with this woman, she asked if I was ok giving her the experience she always wanted. I assured her I was, and she finally nodded, “Then I should get ready.”
She stood, and held out her hand for me. I stood and took it, then she guided me to her bedroom. The room was quite elegant, with the bed in the center of one wall, covered in a beautiful light pink comforter. She had a queen size bed, with a large ornate wooden headboard and circular wooden bed posts that extended a few feet above the mattress. On the mattress, in each of the corners, was a white laced silk piece of ribbon. There were three pillows resting against the headboard. On the left most pillow, was another piece of the white ribbon. I smiled, as she was certainly prepared.
In the corner of the room, on a wooden table, was a white vase, where she had put the red rose that she requested I bring. As I was about to go over to it, she walked out of the bathroom, looking a bit nervous, standing there in a matching black silk laced bra and panties. She bit her lip, hoping I would like what I saw. It was a beautiful lingerie ensemble that complimented her milky white skin, and while it looked beautiful on her, it was her own beauty that made it look this way.
As she requested, I said nothing. I walked over and offered my hand, as if I was asking her to dance. And she took my hand I gently guided her to the bed. Without instruction, she laid in the middle, fanning her hair out on the pillow.
As she laid there, I reached fourth and took her right arm, and placed it in line with the right bed post. Then, without saying a word, I walked to the other side of the bed, and placed her left arm in the same position.
Then, I walked back around the bed and picked up the white ribbon and gently tied it to the bedpost and to her right wrist.
She watched me intently with no expression on her face, as I walked around the bed, and then used that ribbon to bind her arm to that left post.
Then, as her eyes continued to follow me, I went to the end of the bed and pulled her left leg towards the bed post, then tied it gently with that piece of ribbon. She was trying so hard not to smile but a little peek of one I came across my eyes. I bit my lip not to react. Apparently, smiling is contagious.
I finished binding her to the bed with her right leg. Then with a deep breath, I took the last piece of the ribbon, which was still laying on the left most pillow, and slid it behind her head, which she raised slightly. I then placed it across her face to cover her eyes, and then gently tied it by her left ear.
As she laid there tied to the bed and blindfolded, I gently blew air across her body for a time, watching her goosebumps jump up and then fade down as she softly reacted. Afterwards, I took the rose from the vase and placed its petals upon her nose, so that she may breathe in its sweet smell.
Afterwards, I traced the rose down her lips and then around her left cheek, turning upwards and sliding slowly across her forehead, then down her right cheek, and back to her nose so she could once again smell its sweet sent. A moment later, I then traced the soft rose petals down across her lips, in a straight line, from the top of her chin down the front of her neck and onto her chest, continuing down between her breasts.
She breathed in deeply as a soft smile came over her face. She seemed to relish the sensation.
I traced the rose pedal along the underside curvature of her left breast and up around and along the side, following the curve onto her chest, then back to the cleavage. Her breathing became a bit deeper and her smile a bit wider.
I then traced the rose through her cleavage and continuing down and around her belly button— just slightly lower than her belly button—and then back up, crossing over her midsection, and along the underside of her right breast. I could tell she was trying not to smile, as she was completely relaxed as she rose petal explored her body. And so, I continued, rounding the underside of her right breast and up the side and around her chest to the top of her neck and once again on to her lips and to her nose so she could smell the rose.
A few moments later, I took the rose away. And I stood from the bed, and I walk to the end.
I knelt and softly kissed the top of her left big toe. Then I lifted my lips up. And to the other foot, I went, but this time using the rose petal as a kiss to her right toe.
Then I returned to the left foot and use the rose petal again instead of my lips.
And once more, I returned to the right foot, using my lips instead of the rose petal for the kiss.
Her delight in this could not be contained. This led her to smile from ear to ear and to break her silence. “I can’t tell if that’s your lips or the rose.”, she whispered.
Smiling at her, for which she could not see, I asked, “Which do you prefer, —answer by your feeling as I do it again.”
This time I kissed the top of the left toe, and use the rose on the right toe first.
That’s when I kissed the right toe again. This time she said, “That…”
So, widening my lips, I slid them down her toe as she moaned in delight, once my lips hit the base of her toe, I softly sucked upon it as my tongue licked all around, bathing it.
“Yes…” she whispered. “Suck each one. Suck slowly. Just like that…”
As my lips work their way slowly from toe-to-toe, licking in between and tongue bathing each one, she could not help but moan and smile in delight.
After a long session of foot worship, I returned with the rose to her chest. As I did, I noticed the clasp on the front of her bra. She smiled as she felt my fingers unclasp the bra. The two haves gently fell to either side. Her full, milky white breasts seem to stare at me. Her pink perfect nipples were rock hard, anticipating their satisfaction.
With the rose, I began gentle spiraling circles along her breast until finally, the rose petal reached her nipple. But before it could offer much satisfaction, I immediately did the same to the other breast. Though I allowed her to feel the sensation upon her nipple, it was but a scratch to the itch, instead of satisfying the need.
As the rose petal returned to the right breast, she whispered, “I need a comparison. Let me feel your lips.”
Setting the rose aside, I slowly lower my lips onto her right nipple. With my tongue extended, I latched on for her to compare the sensation to the rose. As I softly suckled, and she moaned and delight. But the suckling did not last long, as this was only meant to be a comparison.
“More….” she immediately whispered, as my lips lifted from her breast.
I walked around the other side of the bed and then lowered my head and lips to her left nipple and began suckling upon it.
“Yes….” she moaned.
But just when she was about to go into euphoria, again I stopped. I heard her growl. The desire was building.
I returned around the bed to the right side, and picked up the rose. I gently began to rub her nipple with the rose petal, in the same manner that her nipple rides up and down on my tongue in a latch.
“Ohhh yes…” she whispered.
The goose bumps on her areola shot up, as the sensation was quite pleasurable. But before she could enjoy it too much, I again stopped. I could tell by her reaction she wanted more, and the desire in her was almost overflowing. I walked around the bed, and did the same to her left breast. But she could contain herself no more. She gently pulled at ribbon and it untied itself. With her freed hands, she reached up and pulled my head into her breast, as my lips latched upon her left breast and began to suckle.
As she rolled, the lace, gave way on her legs and she rolled in to me. Snuggling my head with her arms as I softly suckled upon her breast. The only thing she did not remove was the blindfold. Which was also softly tied, and it would have come off quite easily.
She kissed my forehead and stroked my hair, whispering soft nothing into my ear as I suckled upon her.
At the same time, the feeling of the soft skin of her breast against my freshly shaven face is a sensation that I am not talented enough to write. There were so many sensations I was experiencing, quantifying them with a male brain is virtually impossible. The bumps from her areola against my lip skin, her nipple upon my tongue, her arms and hands on my back and in my hair, her words filling my ears, the feeling of her legs, intertwined with mine, and the afore mentioned soft breast skin upon my face. How could any man properly describe such a wonderful set of sensations.
She wanted blind sensory perception, but in the end, it was myself who experienced an overload of sensory perceptions. And from there, my mind slipped into euphoria, and joined her. Time passed unnoticed. All I can tell you is that the session began in the day, and ended with daylight peaking over the horizon. And yet, I felt more relaxed and well rested than if I had slept undisturbed all night long. I can only hope she felt the same.