Gojo White Blindfold Novels & Stories

She looks like a masterpiece of submission. "You’ve spent days worrying about getting this job, Iva.” I pick up the black silk blindfold. "But tonight, it’s time to let go of everything. No more CVs, no more interviews, no more logic. Just lose yourself in your submission to your Master." I tie the blindfold tight, plunging her into darkness. Her breath becomes heavy and her chest heaves as she loses her sight. Then I fit the ball gag into her mouth and buckle it behind her head. The muffled, needy whimper she lets out through the gag is the best music.

Jingfei handed a black long rectangular cloth to the man, “wear this and don’t try to peek at my back. Just look at me as you pair your eyes with that.” Alexander confusedly stared at the woman as he grabbed the long cloth. As what Jingfei had instructed him, he paired his eyes without even taking his gaze on her lovely face. “Why am I getting blindfolded today.” He mumbled as the image of his sister doing the same thing poppes to his mind. “How many finger I’m having on air right now?” The woman raised three of her fingers and Alexander guessed four. Jingfei even made sure that he couldn’t see a thing by waving her hands back and fourth.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

Dagdag pa na kitang kita ko ang itsura naming dalawa sa salamin. All I could make was to moan and almost convulsing in top of his mouth. It just keep on making wonders beneath me kaya ilang beses din akong nilabasan bago niya ako tigilan. “W-wait, J-jeo. A-ano yan?” takang tanong ko sa kanya when I opened my eyes and saw him holding a blindfold. I felt fear and excitement? When he continues to walk while smirking rather than answering my question.

I opened the back door and took out another package, took out the blindfold, closed the door and went back to her. Jasmine was still in the exact same place as where I left her, so I stood behind her and put the blindfold on her. It was the kind that fitted over the entire face. I had to adjust the metal a little, but I soon realized that Jasmine wasn't able to see anything anymore.

He came back with something black in his hand and when he brought it closer to my face I realized it was a blindfold. "Why am I being blindfolded?" "It's a surprise, bambina." He whispered nibbling on my earlobe. ********** "Why on earth am I being blindfolded? Where are you tak……" "Shh. Calm down bambina." Adriano cut me off holding me close to his chest. He slowly loose the blindfold off my eyes and I fluttered my eyes open. "Surprise!" He giggled. I gasped at the most amazing view in front of me.

"Now, time to let your imagination play. Elizabeth, look at me." From somewhere offside, he produces a streamer of silk, thin and filmy, sheened green, streaked gold, draping it over raised palms to show me. "Blindfold," he says. "I chose the colour to match your jewels and the lighting." Slipping gauzy fabric over my face, he binds my eyes. A haze of light passes through, enclosing me in rippled emerald mist. A palm, warm and firm, cups my cheek. "Now, relax. You're here for the ride. Surrender to the experience."

he told me, stepping forward and beginning to loop the dark cloth around my eyes, “is to force them to rely on it in order to solve a problem. By taking away your sense of sight, you’ll have to focus entirely on scent to complete this obstacle course.” I was completely distracted by the feeling of his smooth, strong hands wrapping the dark cloth around my head, tucking a loose lock of hair behind my ear before tying the blindfold with one quick, steady tug. My heart was thrumming against my ribcage to have him stand so close. But his last words cut through the haze. “Wait – did you say an obstacle course?” I turned, as if I’d be able to stare him down with the blindfold covering my eyes. Vin

“May I?” “Yes,” I whispered. My pulse thundered in my ears, a rhythmic drum against my temples. This was it. The moment of crossing the line. He wrapped the silk around my wrists, tying a bow I could probably wriggle out of if I needed to. The silk was cool at first, warming quickly against my skin. It wasn’t tight, but it was present—a promise. He lifted a black blindfold. “Close your eyes,” he instructed gently.

He grinned, enjoying the teasing gesture. “Mama, what is this girl up to?” He asks playfully. “I’m not telling. Just sit still and listen to your wife, Zane.” She says, holding onto Zane’s hand. Janiya smiles at him as she puts the scarf over his eyes. Zane was so curious as to what was about to happen. In the meantime, Baba, who was sitting in his wheelchair at the other end of the room, was grinning. Zane, who is blindfolded, says, “Baba, you're not going to stop these ladies from doing this to me?”