Blindfold Tattoos Reviews Novels & Stories

"Carve the words I say on his forehead - Anthony is innocent." Dave yelled loudly sizzling like a snake when the needle of the tattoo pen pinched his skin. "Do you know Dave, your tattoo artist Mr. Elliott is a blind man and his first experiment is on you. Elliott loves drawing but he could not get an opportunity to work anywhere because of his handicap. I encourage talent in every area and decided to realize his long time wish. Look how beautifully he painted my words on your forehead." Anthony showed Dave a mirror. He was having a lot of fun looking at haphazard dirty sketches on his forehead.

Blake sighed in relief, “Okay, I don’t want to be rude and just turn you around, can you show your back to me?’’ he said nicely to her, she then smiled and turned around. He stood up as he looked at her tattoo, “What the hell is really going on with your tattoo,’’ he murmured in surprise as she told her that she could face him, already. The tattoo was shining again when it was not like it a few minutes ago. He wasn’t convinced that it was shining again and asked her to face her back again to him, and as expected…it was still shining… he stepped back out of frustration then notice that the light was gone… His eyebrows met as he massaged his forehead. He couldn’t think clearly, so he went nea

"Let's go downstairs and watch some TV." Bonnie frowned, "uhh, are you mocking me or something?" She asked Lorenzo mentally face palmed, "No-umm-I mean, I have a blindfold-" Bonnie giggled, "So you want to go downstairs and watch TV with me, a blind girl while wearing a blindfold?" Lorenzo cleared his throat, "Yes." He firmly said, raising his chin up. Bonnie only shrugged, "Alright." They went downstairs and sat on the huge leather couch. Lorenzo switched on the TV and handed the blindfold to Bonnie. "Care to help?" She smiled and took the blindfold from him. Bonnie put the blindfold over his eyes and he turned around making it easier for Bonnie to tie it.

"Do you take it or not?" Melissa Olson stood before me, bundled in layers of clothes, as if preparing for some noble sacrifice. She held out the black blindfold again, her expression stern, her posture almost defiant. I gave a bitter smile, my embarrassment cutting deeper than ever before. For a moment, I didn't move. She, however, had no patience left. "Hurry up and put it on," she snapped, stepping forward as if she intended to force the thing onto my head herself.

My heart leaps up to my throat when his fingers fiddle with the opening of the sleeve for a second before he grips the sleeve and tears it off. I gulp. “You good?” Devin questions and I stupidly nod as if he could see me. Wait, what if he’s taken his blindfold off? I’d have no way of knowing unless…well, it wouldn’t hurt to be sure. I pull down my blindfold a little to check to see if his was still on and sigh, relieved when I see it is. I allow my eyes to rake over the length of him. Oh, mama, what a fine specimen of a man he is. There he stood in only a pair of black Armani boxers looking good enough to devour with his bulging muscles and those sexy pulsing veins running down the length of

Voices could be heard naming their prices. Each price was higher than the one before. Soon, it reached tens of thousands of dollars. The blind masseuses had sharper hearing than ordinary people. The women in front of me couldn't help but breathe heavily out of excitement as they listened to the prices.

On the side of his ribs: ‘The way to the heart is a path full of thorns’ Why? I pour some oil on him, then set the jar down. After a long inhale, I touch him. Warmth blossoms in my chest. Slowly, I spread the oil with my palms. I was wrong. His skin is soft. Every other thing is hard and strong. “Is that all you’ve got?” He teases. Squeezing my mouth, I apply pressure with my fists. Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’

Bound side by side, legs free but thighs parted instinctive. "Blindfolds next." He used two more scarves, tying them over their eyes, world going dark for them. Helpless, exposed. His cock hardened full in his pants, tenting obvious. "Good sluts. Daddy's gonna play." He stripped slow, shirt off revealing his tattooed chest, pants dropping to free his thick shaft. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. From the nightstand, he pulled a bag—toys he'd hidden, bought online weeks ago, anticipating this twisted path.

He’s close—close enough that I can see the dark ink of the tattoos peeking out from beneath his rolled-up shirt sleeves. "You look tired," he observes, his voice a low rumble. "But you’re here. That’s a start. Let’s talk about the kinks you mentioned over the phone. Choking. Spanking. You said there were others?" I feel the heat creeping up my neck. I look at my lap, twisting my wedding ring—a habit I need to break. "I... I think I like being blindfolded. And maybe... light restraints. It’s hard. I haven’t tried any so I’m unsure."

By day, Sienna was a composed, intelligent assistant to one of the most high profile attorneys in the city. By night, specifically, Friday nights, she gave up control. She descended into a world where her name didn’t matter. Where no one knew her. Where she couldn’t see only feel. The Blindfold Club was invitation only. Hidden behind a velvet curtained elevator in an unmarked building. Once inside, members turned in their phones, their names, and their secrets. Everyone wore black. Everyone wore masks. Those selected for the blindfold experience surrendered everything.