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There was ALWAYS something so exciting about a partner who’d lost one of his senses, in this case having set it up to be vision. Oliver watched as he moved his hands before him, searching the path as he crawled ahead until he found the bed infront of him. "You can nod or shake your head, no words, am I understood?“ He waited to see whether the man would indeed nod, "this isn’t your first rodeo with a blindfold is it?” The guy had maneuvered rather well given the instruction, Oliver was somewhat impressed. He watched as the staff stood with guidance from the bed post, Oliver taking sight of him at a much better angle now. He was quick to place his hands flat on the bed and Oliver stepped closer, “so used to presenting yourself that you don’t even know how to stand up.” He was fine with that, “crawl onto the bed, put your face down on the pillow but that ass of yours, I want it on full display.”
He did indeed nod in response to the first question given, then lightly shook his head when the client asked the second -- he’d been blindfolded several times before... though, none of those times had been in this particular room, hence his slight issue navigating it without sight. And he nodded again, obeying the other’s command, climbing onto the bed and settling in, making himself as comfortable as one could be, given the instruction. His arms curled under the plush pillows, his face nuzzling into them, with only slight adjustment made so that his blindfold wouldn’t slip. He was on his knees, his slim hips raised, showing himself off not unlike a stretching cat might, and seemed so very relaxed, pleased, almost, to be presenting himself like this for someone.
