Gojo White Blindfold Novels & Stories

His voice started out loud, ended in nothing but a whisper as the sound of his own voice ricocheted around in his head. "That's right, Si. I am a bitch," I answered even though he couldn't hear me. But his gaze moved to my mouth as I nodded. Then I took his sight from him. The triple thick blindfolds were designed to black out everything. Even the brightest flashlight wouldn't pierce through them. As I settled it over his eyes, I walked around to the back of the cross and tightened the straps around his head. I was careful to catch a few hairs in the knot. Saw his shoulders jerk at the sharp pain.

Mira shivered as she felt the cold air biting into her bones. She moved closer to Jack, who hugged her instinctively, enveloping her in his warm embrace. “The blindfolds can come off.” Taro’s voice echoed through the space, a calming melody to the frozen souls. One by one, they obeyed, pulling off their blindfolds and hugging themselves or their partners, for warmth. Once the blindfolds came off, their reactions were perfectly synchronized. They stared around in frozen awe… frozen both physically and mentally.

"Staring at the face of your f**ker might be a total distraction, so I have no choice but blindfold you" "But... It's gonna be Denzel, right?" She asked, and Toxica smiled again. "Of course, I know how much strong the bond you share is" "Ok... Master" Toyota replied, turning her back on her. Toxica took the red blindfold and covered her eyes with it from behind, tying it in a knot behind her head, so she's completely blindfolded. "Undress" Toxica ordered, and she took off her leather trousers and tight singlet, releasing her medium sized b**bs and @ss.

" I'm going to blindfold you Veronica . Can I do that?" He asked me breathlessly. I can see how hard he is holding himself. I nodded my head signifying yes but he seems to have other plans. " Words Veronica I need you to tell me what you want" " Yes Bruno blindfold me " " Good" he blindfolded me with a silk material. Pitch black I can't see anything.

He growled, testing the scarf, but stayed put. I turned to Jordan who stood frozen, his bulge straining against his jeans. “Strip,” I commanded. Jordan hesitated, then shed his shirt and pants, his cock hard. I beckoned him closer, grabbing another scarf. “Kneel.” I blindfolded him, his breath hitching as the silk covered his eyes. “Claire,” he murmured, needy. “Quiet.” I ran a finger down his chest, stopping above his cock. “No talking unless I say.”

"Your piddler's shaping up into a proper beast out there, Nora. Looks like we're heading for a blindie." He pulls off his balaclava, revealing his short brown hair, flecked with grey, which is now flattened at the crown. He gives it a quick ruffle, taming some of the unruly tufts. I stiffen at the word. Blindie. A zero-visibility whiteout so volatile, it would render leaving the outpost an impossibility for hours, if not days. Outposts saw a handful each year, but I hadn't expected to run straight into one on my first expedition.

he concurred. "Now let's see which will go first. We have Tease, the one on the red blindfold; we have Barely, the one on the orange blindfold; then we have Minimum, the one on the green blindfold; then we have Maximum, the one on the white blindfold; and then we have Perk, the one on the yellow blindfold. Each of them will go according to the level, and each person would have only five minutes with you. I gasped. "Now, put on your mask, lose the blindfold for the first one's eyes, and then he will take it from there."

Rodriguez said. Grabbing her small hands in his, he grabbed a soft silk scarf out of one of the drawers, causing Silver to raise her perfect brows in question. “I’m going to have to blindfold you honey, but you’ll love this I promise.” Silver didn’t like not being able to see, since she had gotten her bag back some time before she had started wearing her contacts and had dished her glasses, but she trusted Rodriguez to at least guide her so she didn’t fall flat on her face, so she nodded in approval, the excitement bubbling in her tummy, tripling the moment she lost that sense of hers that allowed her to see. It felt like a game, a nice game.

Every nerve ending felt alive now, the leather making me hyper-aware of every breath, every shift in the air. A moment later, he returned, carrying a piece of red fabric and setting something down just out of my line of sight. He bit his lip as he moved closer, and I could feel the hard press of him against my core. “Uh!” I bit down on my lip hard at the contact, watching as he grinned and leaned forward to cradle my head. “What’s that?” I asked, my voice breathless. “Blindfold.” He answered simply, then gently covered my eyes—plunging me into darkness.

The announcer says. Crawling is difficult with a plug up my ass, but the sensitivity is low enough that I can endure the only issue is the blindfold. I can tell Christopher’s general direction but I'm not about to take chances and pick Alessio by mistake. My hand moves to the back of my head, and I pull the blindfold off; the room is dim enough that it's not painful to adjust my eyes. Ah... whoa, Christopher looks so angry. Do I really have to pick him?