A Burning Man Art Walk Adventure [F/M]
Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2025 6:22 am
"This is going to be exciting. I've been looking forward to this ever since you told me about it. We can think of this as the second date we never had."
It was true, we'd always meant to see each other again after our first very fun scene at an east coast kink convention. Distance and family obligations kept us apart for the better part of a decade, and we finally had our chance to play again.
Aphrodite was every bit as gorgeous as her name implied, a true goddess with curly strawberry blonde hair and a smile that could melt your heart. We were both switches, and after I introduced her to handcuffs when I topped her in our first scene, she was going to return the favor.
It was the first night of Burning Man. It was my first time, but Aphrodite is an experienced burner, and invited me to join her camp. When I told her one of the scenes I wanted to try during our week in the desert, she jumped at the opportunity.
Burning Man is hard to describe. Calling it a festival doesn't feel like it does the experience justice. There's art. There's music. There's sex, drugs, and nudity. It's an annual experiment in intentional communal living, where 70,000 people come together in one of the most inhospitable environments known to man and create a fully functioning city, only to dismantle it and burn many of the art pieces at the end of the week, before crews of volunteers spend weeks combing (in some cases, literally) the desert to insure attendees succeeded at leaving no trace.
In short, it's a place where anything goes. That attitude is one I was counting on. Even though the scene I had in mind wouldn't involve anyone else, if someone did notice, Burning Man is the kind of place where they wouldn't care.
I don't know if I would call it a fantasy - curiosity or infatuation might be more accurate words - but my scene idea called for someone (in this case, me) to be bound, gagged, blindfolded, and earplugged, and lead around in public in near complete sensory deprivation.
Aphrodite and I were walking from our camp in the city to the vast central stretch of desert known as the inner Playa. As the week goes on, it becomes increasingly full of art displays, spontaneous music sets, and criss-crossed by art cars and bicycles in the thousands. This early in the week, we had a bit more room to ourselves though.
"Ok, here should be good," she said, taking her backpack off and setting it down on the ground in front of her. The only illumination near us was cast by our headlamps, but the neon and LED glow of the city and the art surrounded us. She took a pair of handcuffs out of her bag. "Turn around for me."
I did as commanded and felt her circle one wrist with the standard issue Peerless handcuffs I'd provided back at camp. She pulled the chain around my belt before attaching the chain to my other wrist. My hands were now firmly secured against the small of my back, and I had no maneuvering room for either wrist. She turned me around again. I was face to face with that playful, sexy smile, and I was putty in her hands. If it wasn't obvious, she didn't actually need the cuffs to control me; I was hers.
She took a pair of earplugs and rolled them between her fingers before playfully squeezing my earlobes to pull them back and deeply insert the plugs. She pinched my ears a bit for good measure, and I moaned lightly. She grinned at the noise I made, as the ambient sound became duller for me as the earplugs expanded to fit my ears.
Dust storms are a fact of life at Burning Man, and no experienced attendee goes anywhere on the Playa without goggles and a dust mask of some kind. I had a keffiyeh for my dust mask, because it kept the sun off my head and the sand out of my mouth when I wrapped it correctly. It was currently loosely wrapped around my shoulders. My ski goggles came with both tinted lenses for the bright desert sun, and clear lenses for the rest of the time. Even though it was pitch black out, I'd set out with my tinted lenses installed. They were in Aphrodite's backpack, with the rest of her supplies.
Pulling out a roll of duct tape, it was clear what the next step in our preparation would be.
"I want to look you in the eyes while I gag you, so you'll have to wait to be blindfolded," she told me.
"Yes Goddess," I replied, using our decided upon honorific for the scene.
"I want to kiss you first though," she said, and I smiled as I responded, "I'd like that very much." She pulled me in by the shoulders and gave me a passionate, sensual kiss. I flexed against the cuffs, and sighed in contentment. Even though I was about four or five inches taller than her, at that moment, I felt like she towered over me.
"No more wasting time." Aphrodite ripped the tape from the roll before pressing it against my lips, wrapping her arms around me as she completed the first circuit. "You look so hot like this," she commented, as she wrapped the roll a second and third time around my head before grasping my cheeks to firmly adhere the tape to my skin.
I moaned, feeling increasingly helpless in her hands. She smiled again, looked me up and down again, and announced “No more sight for you.” She pulled a sleep mask out of her bag and gave me one last smile as she pulled it over my head and positioned it in front of my eyes. After positioning the straps above and below my ears, I felt the additional pressure of my ski goggles as she situated them on my face over the top of the sleep mask. Finally, she adjusted my keffiyeh on my head, pulling it over my hair and wrapping it over my nose and mouth. To anyone passing by, I just looked like your average dusty, crusty Burner now.
“This is so sexy,” Aphrodite repeated again as she looped an arm between my elbow and my body, pulling me close to walk arm in arm with her. “You have to trust me so completely. I have total control over you. That’s so hot.” It was wonderful to hear she was enjoying herself as much as I was. Even with the earplugs in, I could still hear her fine. The rest of the music and ambient noise was quieter, and everything sounded farther away, but without headphones playing white noise I’m not sure it would be possible to completely block out all sound.
The desert is flat on the playa, so walking without tripping was relatively easy, even when you can’t see and your arms are tightly bound behind you. Even so, it was comforting to have Aphrodite’s arm controlling me, to say nothing of the other emotions and feelings it was inspiring. Multiple times throughout our walk, she had to tell me to adjust my direction, because I kept veering off from a straight line. I don’t know if one of my legs is longer than the other, or if her arm on me was subtly pulling me off course, but eventually I figured out how to correct my direction and started to remain on course.
After a couple minutes of walking, I heard Aphrodite tell me “Stop here, I want to check out this piece.” I grunted and nodded and remained motionless, as she untangled her arm from my own and stepped away from me. I had no idea which direction she walked, or where the art installation was in relation to me. She returned a moment later. “It’s so cool, it’s a shame you can’t see it,” she laughed at her own joke and I smiled under my gag.
She took my arm in hers again and we continued walking. She’d occasionally give me directions or tell me to wait, as other people walked or cycled past us. A couple times she exchanged a few words with people while I stood silently by her side. “I don’t think anyone has noticed your predicament,” she said, answering my unasked question. “No one has looked at us weird.”
We kept walking across the playa, stopping every few minutes while Aphrodite appreciated art and I did my best imitation of a statue. After maybe twenty or thirty minutes of walking, she stopped walking and told me, “I want to see you on your knees.” Without hesitation I dropped to my knees, balancing on my own though I could feel her hand hovering just off my shoulder in case I tipped on my side.
“My god that’s hot.” She took my head in her hands and tilted it up as if to make me look at her, though I was still enveloped in a world of black. “You look amazing. Thank you for asking me to do this with you.”
I moaned softly and rubbed my cheek against her hand as she held my head, before she pulled me in for an embrace with my face at waist level. It was ecstasy to be with her here, and despite the thousands of people around us, it felt like we were alone in that desert.
After lingering a bit longer in our embrace, Aphrodite helped me stand up and announced that we should head back towards camp. I grunted at her while shaking my wrists, asking if she was going to take my cuffs off and hoping it was clear. “No, I don’t think so yet. I like you like this and want to keep you this way for a while longer.” Music to my ears; I was in no hurry to be let free.
Grabbing my arm again, she steered me back in another unknown direction and we walked across the playa. Another ten minutes or so passed when she stopped and asked, “Are you ready to see again?” I nodded softly as she pulled back my keffiyeh and removed my goggles and blindfold. I kept my eyes closed for the first few seconds, knowing from experience that it makes adjusting to the light much easier, and when I finally opened them Aphrodite was smiling at me from inches away. She gingerly plucked the earplugs from my ears, before slowly beginning to peel the tape away from my face. I like to keep my hair short, and at times like this it’s especially helpful, as the tape at the back of my head was mostly beneath my hairline.
She managed to get the tape unspooled from my face, deposited everything back in her backpack, and kissed me again while I was still cuffed and waiting for my release. “Thank you so much, this was wonderful.”
I returned her kiss and smile, and replied, “Thank you, the pleasure was mine as well.” At last, she unlocked my wrists from the cuffs, deposited them back in her bag, and we began walking back to our camp. I had a few more fun scenes throughout my week at Burning Man, but that was far and away my favorite.
It was true, we'd always meant to see each other again after our first very fun scene at an east coast kink convention. Distance and family obligations kept us apart for the better part of a decade, and we finally had our chance to play again.
Aphrodite was every bit as gorgeous as her name implied, a true goddess with curly strawberry blonde hair and a smile that could melt your heart. We were both switches, and after I introduced her to handcuffs when I topped her in our first scene, she was going to return the favor.
It was the first night of Burning Man. It was my first time, but Aphrodite is an experienced burner, and invited me to join her camp. When I told her one of the scenes I wanted to try during our week in the desert, she jumped at the opportunity.
Burning Man is hard to describe. Calling it a festival doesn't feel like it does the experience justice. There's art. There's music. There's sex, drugs, and nudity. It's an annual experiment in intentional communal living, where 70,000 people come together in one of the most inhospitable environments known to man and create a fully functioning city, only to dismantle it and burn many of the art pieces at the end of the week, before crews of volunteers spend weeks combing (in some cases, literally) the desert to insure attendees succeeded at leaving no trace.
In short, it's a place where anything goes. That attitude is one I was counting on. Even though the scene I had in mind wouldn't involve anyone else, if someone did notice, Burning Man is the kind of place where they wouldn't care.
I don't know if I would call it a fantasy - curiosity or infatuation might be more accurate words - but my scene idea called for someone (in this case, me) to be bound, gagged, blindfolded, and earplugged, and lead around in public in near complete sensory deprivation.
Aphrodite and I were walking from our camp in the city to the vast central stretch of desert known as the inner Playa. As the week goes on, it becomes increasingly full of art displays, spontaneous music sets, and criss-crossed by art cars and bicycles in the thousands. This early in the week, we had a bit more room to ourselves though.
"Ok, here should be good," she said, taking her backpack off and setting it down on the ground in front of her. The only illumination near us was cast by our headlamps, but the neon and LED glow of the city and the art surrounded us. She took a pair of handcuffs out of her bag. "Turn around for me."
I did as commanded and felt her circle one wrist with the standard issue Peerless handcuffs I'd provided back at camp. She pulled the chain around my belt before attaching the chain to my other wrist. My hands were now firmly secured against the small of my back, and I had no maneuvering room for either wrist. She turned me around again. I was face to face with that playful, sexy smile, and I was putty in her hands. If it wasn't obvious, she didn't actually need the cuffs to control me; I was hers.
She took a pair of earplugs and rolled them between her fingers before playfully squeezing my earlobes to pull them back and deeply insert the plugs. She pinched my ears a bit for good measure, and I moaned lightly. She grinned at the noise I made, as the ambient sound became duller for me as the earplugs expanded to fit my ears.
Dust storms are a fact of life at Burning Man, and no experienced attendee goes anywhere on the Playa without goggles and a dust mask of some kind. I had a keffiyeh for my dust mask, because it kept the sun off my head and the sand out of my mouth when I wrapped it correctly. It was currently loosely wrapped around my shoulders. My ski goggles came with both tinted lenses for the bright desert sun, and clear lenses for the rest of the time. Even though it was pitch black out, I'd set out with my tinted lenses installed. They were in Aphrodite's backpack, with the rest of her supplies.
Pulling out a roll of duct tape, it was clear what the next step in our preparation would be.
"I want to look you in the eyes while I gag you, so you'll have to wait to be blindfolded," she told me.
"Yes Goddess," I replied, using our decided upon honorific for the scene.
"I want to kiss you first though," she said, and I smiled as I responded, "I'd like that very much." She pulled me in by the shoulders and gave me a passionate, sensual kiss. I flexed against the cuffs, and sighed in contentment. Even though I was about four or five inches taller than her, at that moment, I felt like she towered over me.
"No more wasting time." Aphrodite ripped the tape from the roll before pressing it against my lips, wrapping her arms around me as she completed the first circuit. "You look so hot like this," she commented, as she wrapped the roll a second and third time around my head before grasping my cheeks to firmly adhere the tape to my skin.
I moaned, feeling increasingly helpless in her hands. She smiled again, looked me up and down again, and announced “No more sight for you.” She pulled a sleep mask out of her bag and gave me one last smile as she pulled it over my head and positioned it in front of my eyes. After positioning the straps above and below my ears, I felt the additional pressure of my ski goggles as she situated them on my face over the top of the sleep mask. Finally, she adjusted my keffiyeh on my head, pulling it over my hair and wrapping it over my nose and mouth. To anyone passing by, I just looked like your average dusty, crusty Burner now.
“This is so sexy,” Aphrodite repeated again as she looped an arm between my elbow and my body, pulling me close to walk arm in arm with her. “You have to trust me so completely. I have total control over you. That’s so hot.” It was wonderful to hear she was enjoying herself as much as I was. Even with the earplugs in, I could still hear her fine. The rest of the music and ambient noise was quieter, and everything sounded farther away, but without headphones playing white noise I’m not sure it would be possible to completely block out all sound.
The desert is flat on the playa, so walking without tripping was relatively easy, even when you can’t see and your arms are tightly bound behind you. Even so, it was comforting to have Aphrodite’s arm controlling me, to say nothing of the other emotions and feelings it was inspiring. Multiple times throughout our walk, she had to tell me to adjust my direction, because I kept veering off from a straight line. I don’t know if one of my legs is longer than the other, or if her arm on me was subtly pulling me off course, but eventually I figured out how to correct my direction and started to remain on course.
After a couple minutes of walking, I heard Aphrodite tell me “Stop here, I want to check out this piece.” I grunted and nodded and remained motionless, as she untangled her arm from my own and stepped away from me. I had no idea which direction she walked, or where the art installation was in relation to me. She returned a moment later. “It’s so cool, it’s a shame you can’t see it,” she laughed at her own joke and I smiled under my gag.
She took my arm in hers again and we continued walking. She’d occasionally give me directions or tell me to wait, as other people walked or cycled past us. A couple times she exchanged a few words with people while I stood silently by her side. “I don’t think anyone has noticed your predicament,” she said, answering my unasked question. “No one has looked at us weird.”
We kept walking across the playa, stopping every few minutes while Aphrodite appreciated art and I did my best imitation of a statue. After maybe twenty or thirty minutes of walking, she stopped walking and told me, “I want to see you on your knees.” Without hesitation I dropped to my knees, balancing on my own though I could feel her hand hovering just off my shoulder in case I tipped on my side.
“My god that’s hot.” She took my head in her hands and tilted it up as if to make me look at her, though I was still enveloped in a world of black. “You look amazing. Thank you for asking me to do this with you.”
I moaned softly and rubbed my cheek against her hand as she held my head, before she pulled me in for an embrace with my face at waist level. It was ecstasy to be with her here, and despite the thousands of people around us, it felt like we were alone in that desert.
After lingering a bit longer in our embrace, Aphrodite helped me stand up and announced that we should head back towards camp. I grunted at her while shaking my wrists, asking if she was going to take my cuffs off and hoping it was clear. “No, I don’t think so yet. I like you like this and want to keep you this way for a while longer.” Music to my ears; I was in no hurry to be let free.
Grabbing my arm again, she steered me back in another unknown direction and we walked across the playa. Another ten minutes or so passed when she stopped and asked, “Are you ready to see again?” I nodded softly as she pulled back my keffiyeh and removed my goggles and blindfold. I kept my eyes closed for the first few seconds, knowing from experience that it makes adjusting to the light much easier, and when I finally opened them Aphrodite was smiling at me from inches away. She gingerly plucked the earplugs from my ears, before slowly beginning to peel the tape away from my face. I like to keep my hair short, and at times like this it’s especially helpful, as the tape at the back of my head was mostly beneath my hairline.
She managed to get the tape unspooled from my face, deposited everything back in her backpack, and kissed me again while I was still cuffed and waiting for my release. “Thank you so much, this was wonderful.”
I returned her kiss and smile, and replied, “Thank you, the pleasure was mine as well.” At last, she unlocked my wrists from the cuffs, deposited them back in her bag, and we began walking back to our camp. I had a few more fun scenes throughout my week at Burning Man, but that was far and away my favorite.