The Blindfolded Date Night Mishap

I'm a software engineer who's been casually dating different people but hasn't settled into anything serious yet. I thought I was prepared for every scenario, but one date night took me completely by surprise. We'd agreed to an open relationship where experimentation and exploration were encouraged. Tonight, my date suggested we try something new: she wanted to put on a blindfold and guide me through the evening with her voice only. At first, I felt intrigued and slightly anxious. It's not that I didn't trust her; it was more about surrendering control completely in a way that's usually reserved for other contexts. As we entered our apartment, she guided me to the living room and asked me to sit on the couch. She then turned the lights off, creating an intimate darkness only broken by faint ambient light from outside. Her voice came soft but clear, whispering instructions and leading me through a series of gentle touches that were both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Then, without warning, she instructed me to lay down on the couch. I felt her hands guide mine to my waistband, urging me to unbutton my jeans. The sound of fabric rustling filled the space as my pants fell open around me. Her voice grew more intense, guiding both our hands inside my boxers. My breath caught in my throat when she started moving one hand up and down on my erection, her fingers gliding smoothly against the skin. I could feel my body responding intensely to this unfamiliar yet incredibly intimate contact. She murmured softly, encouraging me to do the same for her, though with a blindfold, I had to rely solely on her guidance. After several moments of mutual exploration, she stopped abruptly and pulled away slightly. Then, in a swift move that caught both of us off guard, she removed my blindfold entirely, revealing an even more intimate scene: she was standing between my legs with her own jeans undone, her underwear visible around her thighs. She looked down at me expectantly. I could see the mix of anticipation and curiosity on her face as I hesitated for a moment before reaching out to touch her skin myself, feeling bolder now that we were both equally exposed and vulnerable in this new light. From there, things progressed much more directly. We embraced fully, our hands roaming freely over each other's bodies in the dim glow of moonlight coming through the window. The sensations were heightened by the previous moments of blindfolded playfulness and the sudden shift to seeing everything clearly again. My question to everyone is: how do you handle unexpected changes like this during a date? How much control should one give up, especially when it involves such intimate territory as sex and kink play?