Blindfold Drawing Novels & Stories

Readers should be warned that this is purely a mature content chapter with bdsm scenes in it. There would also be degrading, humiliation, hitting, whipping, and figging (g****e this if you do not know what it means so that you do not get too weirded out when it is being carried out) ~ Leonidas could not see. Not that he was blind, no, his senses were still there, possibly in a higher level of alertness than before with the silk black blindfold over his eyes.

When they finally heard the merry sound from the front door opening, Myra saw an opportunity. The painting was not dry enough to move around, and Nova was impatient to show off her result to her father, so she gave her permission to bring the Professor here. “When you still don’t know the proper name of it?” The Professor’s deep voice filled the room, bringing Myra’s attention back to the present. Nova looked up at him in confusion, and the man looked down at his daughter and said, “Blind Contour Drawing.” “Blind Tonto Drawing.” Myra had to slap her hand over her mouth to hold back her laughter.

|4 Months Later| The snores from Alana filled the room. Eva sat up in her bed. The pads of her fingers glided across the page of the book. One upside to being blind and reading a book? She didn't need light to read. Eva could read in the dark until her heart's content, Aside from Alana's slight snores and the thumping hearts from everyone inside the PackHouse. The night was quite serene.

He opened a drawer and pulled out something before walking over to me and laying it in front of me. It was a drawing pad and colored pencils. My face lit up in excitement. My body moved quicker than it needed to, causing a far amount of pain but I chose to ignore that. Bring my knees up to my chest, I flipped to the first page and held my black pencil to the page and froze. What should I draw? “What’s wrong?” Arlo asked. “Trying to think of what I should draw.” “Draw your trauma. Draw what you need to say but can’t find the words.”

I’m in the middle of helping a little girl string beads at the craft tent when one of the volunteers approaches me. “Miss Willford? The blindfold game is starting in five minutes. Do you want to participate?” “Oh, right!” I’d almost forgotten about this activity—a game where children are blindfolded and have to find their parents using only their sense of smell. Even though many of the kids participating aren’t werewolves, I thought it would be a fun game to incorporate. I quickly finish helping the little girl with her bracelet before making my way to the game area, where Arthur is already waiting with Miles.

I felt every tug like a heartbeat. “Hair stays like this,” he said quietly. A flicker of heat crawled down my spine. “Yes.” He stepped away again just a few paces but the loss of his hands made the air feel colder. I heard the drawer open. He dragged out some fabric then the soft sound of his footsteps returning. “Blindfold,” he said. I hesitated. I could say no. He’d let me. But I didn’t want to say no. I wanted to feel this.

When my biological parents bring me home, Edward Sullivan, the son they had raised in my place, strongly opposes holding a welcome-home party for me. Left with no choice, my parents have me draw lots in the form of blind boxes just to be fair. However, I draw negative responses all three times, so they postpone the ceremony by a week. Five days later, my girlfriend, Zoe Ludwig, drops by to discuss our engagement. Edward fell in love with her at first sight and immediately demanded that she marry him instead. Marriage is no trivial matter. My parents surely won't indulge him. To my surprise, they once again have me draw a blind box to keep things fair. I nervously selected a box. Once

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

Anthony acted with mock pity and knocked him with his leg like he was a piece of dirt. Dave wailed with pain when Anthony's phone started ringing and he breathed an air of relief. It was Celeste. "Hello darling, do you want to see how happy Dave is here? I invited an amazing sketch artist. Though he is blind, he is making excellent designs on his body." The tattoo artist was feeling very prideful of himself. Thankfully he did not have eyes. Otherwise he would have never chosen to draw for the muck he made on Dave's body. But Anthony needed exactly a man like him.

Shadrach suggested. They agreed, even though Wynter was persistent that she wouldn't agree until he let out the surprise, but Shadrach insisted. Ethan also took his leave, and Wynter and Shadrach excused themselves. When they were outside, Shadrach pulled out a blindfold from his pocket and handed it to Wynter. "Griz, please put this on your eyes and no cheating." Wynter couldn't hold back the suspense but did as Shadrach asked her to do. Shadrach took her to the location, and with the wind and fragrance, Wynter could sense that they were in a garden-like space.