Blindfolded Synonym Novels & Stories

I heard muffled voices speaking in the background, I couldn't see anything and realized that I was blindfolded, I was being carried off to somewhere and couldn't move for some reason. Was it some spell? All I could do was rely on my sense of hearing and smell to figure out what was happening, from the looks of it I was definitely not going somewhere pleasant.

It would have been easy for me since I was a gymnast, I already had balance worshiping and kissing the floor I walk on, I could shoot it down if I focus, but the wickedness involved was the blindfold. 'I still don't understand why I am blindfolded,' 'To lighten your senses, rely on your instinct and hearing to get it right for you.' 'Ears, it's been a while I used that,' I said gigglingly. He was hastening my learning process, trying to make me a pro too early, forgetting it doesn't take a day for an elephant to grow. I was so fucking in love with how merciless he was with my training. It was hot.

"Yeah." Carefully, Sebestian brings the blindfold up to Ammy's face, who closes her eyes. The silk feels cool on her skin as Sebestian ties it behind her head, and when Ammy opens her eyes again, her lashes touching the soft fabric of the blindfold, it makes no difference - she sees nothing. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Despite the fact that they can't see it, Ammy raises an eyebrow. "I have no freaking idea. Can't see shit."

I figured he might be calling to explain himself or apologize. A mocking smile tugged at my lips as I answered, but instead of an apology, Cedric's voice came through harshly. "Why didn't you tell me your right eye was blind? Now, Celine is blind too. Are you happy now? Is it fun to mess with blind people? Come here and give her your left cornea." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. If someone didn't know better, they might think Cedric was Celine's husband. All of this suddenly made sense.

One partner would be blindfolded, and the other guides through a snake-like obstacle course using voice only. Touch was forbidden, the guiding partners were to stay two steps away from the blindfolded partner to avoid such. Hence, making voice the only guide for the blindfolded partner. It was basically control vs surrender in this game. The blindfolded partner had to be willing, patience enough to listen only to the voice of his/her partner cause others were also going to be speaking to theirs too. Meaning several voices ringing in their ears. "Let's do this. I'll be the blindfolded one." Eliot immediately said to me after the announcements were over. Everyone buzzing with their partner.

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.”

"But you won't stop me. Because you want to see if it works. If I can really become no one." Silence. The cold deep. The dark green. She was right. I wanted to see. But not for the reason she thought. I raised the cane. Not to strike. To show her. "I brought this," I said. "Your cane. Ten years of performance. Blindness real and fake." She opened one eye. "I don't need it," I continued. "I never did. But I took it. Because without it, you're just..." I searched for the word. "Naked. Visible. Someone who has to be seen."

Then added with a weird hesitation in his voice, “Please… you can come see— I mean, feel her.” My skin crawled. I felt sick. The word “feel” made something inside me twist. My hands strained behind my back. I wanted to run. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even see. I kept shaking my head, as if the blindfold would come off if I just tried hard enough. But it didn’t. I saw nothing. Only black. And then I heard it. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Heavy. And with them came another sound.

My heart and my thoughts weren’t on the same side anymore. He guided me toward a small alcove draped in velvet “Sit,” he murmured in a low tone. “Just watch. That’s all.” Then his lips curved, almost teasing. “Tell me, Delilah… have you ever heard of the blindfold game?” I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. “Also calked the ‘Blindfolded Session'. Everyone gets blindfolded and the lights are turned off completely dark. You can fuck whoever you want without knowing who it is.' He grinned mischievously. 'No faces, no names, just raw sex.'”

A massive chessboard stretched before us. It was covered in black and white tiles. “Under several tiles,” the system explained, “are traps. Arrows. Poison gas. Explosive mines. Rising spikes. And so much more fun weapons.” A blindfold dropped from the ceiling, falling the first tile in the chain. “One partner walks blindfolded. The other guides them verbally.” My throat dried. What type of crazy game was this? who blindly in trust their lives to a stranger? Just then, a couple stepped forward.