Blindfold Drawing Novels & Stories

Dom needed me to be strong, especially for Diana. "Diana," I said, trying to sound cheerful, "why don't we draw a picture of your dad together? Maybe it'll bring him good luck?" She sniffled, but a flicker of light returned to her eyes. "Okay," she mumbled, pulling out her crayons and a large sheet of paper.

Everyone had left, but I was still sitting there, staring at the blank paper in front of me. “What are you hiding?” I whispered to myself. My hand moved slowly. I picked up the pencil. And then… I started drawing. Not thinking. Not planning. Just… feeling. A house. A big one. Cold. Empty. A woman standing outside it. Small. Alone. And behind the window… a man. Far away. Watching… but not reaching. My breath became uneven. I didn’t even notice the tears until one dropped on the paper. “Why does it still hurt?” I whispered.

Without mirror. Hard. But mine. I closed my eyes. Not to sleep. To rest. In the dark, I saw nothing. Not blindness. Not emptiness. Just the space where something new could grow. Something I would make. Not find. Make.

The portrait captured an unsettling scene, frozen in time with eerie precision by the artist’s skilled hand. In the center of the canvas stood a girl, her form tense and vulnerable, clad in somber black attire that contrasted starkly against the darkness of her surroundings. Her eyes were hidden behind a tightly bound blindfold, leaving her at the mercy of her captor, robbed of sight and agency.

"Ah, Master dont look at those!" Ren had both up in the air unfolded. He studied them intently. How they were taught to him in a previous life. The notes he gave Two, said for the person to draw what they wanted first after visualizing. The second piece was just the same as the first, but adding more detail and background after they viewed their mistakes in the first.

back shadow. In my opinion, this is a very sad drawing. Below the fans howled. "What's wrong with Amelinda? Is someone making you sad?" "Definitely a lover who catches fish with two hands, I don't know who is so brazen that dares to lure someone else's boyfriend." "Amelinda, tell me who this person is, we'll help you scold her." "Amelinda is so good, the lover who is blind and looks at the person in red is probably not the good type."

plays. I find a blindfold for my submissive. She smiles. For the time being, she's behaving very well and hasn't given me any reason to think she could be a potential slave*. I go over to her and blindfold her, preventing her from seeing anything around her, just listening and feeling. She accepts everything and seems very excited for the session. "Shall we do a nice sculpture on your back?" "Yes, sir, within strict limits." "I know exactly which ones you marked on the document I sent you.

And we had one more game to prove it. Kylian stepped up again like the café was his personal stage. “Alright, for our final round—we’re bringing the drama,” he grinned. “This one’s called Blindfold Match-Up.” The crowd leaned in, instantly curious. “Here’s how it works,” Kylian continued, pacing with way too much energy. “Guys will be blindfolded. The girls will be lined up. No talking, no hints, no movement. You stand where we place you, and that’s it. Each guy’s got sixty seconds to find his girl or partner——for those doing this with a friend——If you’re confident you’ve got the right one, go ahead and kiss her."

Just that small acknowledgment that made my stomach flip. I didn’t approach him. Not yet. Instead I wandered to the far end, where a low blackboard had been set up under an arch—“Fantasy Claims.” Handwritten notes pinned or taped, some typed on small cards. People browsed like it was a menu. One card caught me: “Newcomer’s choice: Blindfolded. Tied lightly to the brass rail. Let the platform decide who touches first. Safe word whispered only to you. No penetration unless you ask. Observe or join.”

I winked, earning a playful glare from her in return. I opened my lower drawer, retrieving a tool box from it, Iris eyes never left mine. I got close to her as her eyes followed my body, looking a bit presumptuous about every move I made. I took out from the toys I had brought, a blindfold. For some reason, I felt she looked very appealing in it. I was going to be gentle with her anyway. I just didn't want her eyes staring at me while I continued. I wanted her looking as hot as I wanted her to be. Not that she wasn’t already, I just needed to see her that way, in blindfolds.