Lady Justice Blindfold Meaning Novels & Stories

His cold, little smirk lingers as he ties my hands to the pole. He brings out a blindfold from nowhere and a knot of fear tightens in my stomach. Everyone is gonna see what he's doing to me, except me. That’s insane… “What are you doing?” I ask softly, but he ignores me, carefully placing the lacy blindfold over my eyes. Darkness envelops me as the blindfold covers my eyes, leaving me vulnerable and trembling. “The earlier girl wasn't wearing a blindfold.” “The blindfold will double the pleasure,” he explains, and I nod, letting him do whatever he wants with me.

“That's why you have to protect your eyes at this phrase. The cloth I used to blindfold your eyes—don't take it off, not even if you would take a bath or shower.” My hand reached the blindfold of my eyes, feeling the soft fabric. “What does this do?” “Just think of it as a protective cover. It will protect your eyes from being damaged so don't take it off—well, even if you take it out, it won't still come off.” “So, how does this come off?” “Once it has done its service, it will naturally take off on its own.”

one of them explained politely. “Can I not be tied? I promise I won't take off the blindfold,” I asked. The blindfold was okay, but did they really need to tie my hand up? Wasn't it too much? “I’m sorry, my lady,” the other said apologetically. I let out a defeated sigh. What Alpha wants is what Alpha gets. I kept quiet while they put the blindfold over my eyes and tie my hands behind me with the rope. “Are we going there now?” I asked once they finished their tasks.

“I bet you feel right at home Bambi?” “Sure do, it’s not often I feel average,” said the buxom blonde, hoisting her own tits up in her palms. Bambi then turned to the three wide-eyed contestants. “I hope you have busy hands guys,” she told them with a sly wink. “Blindfolds please ladies.” The three assistants were still standing obediently behind the contestants and at Bambi’s request they placed black cloth blindfolds over the three contestants. Joe’s world suddenly went black.

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.

The clink and rustle of objects being selected, considered, set aside or kept. Her heart rate spiked. She didn’t know what he was choosing. Couldn’t see. Could only wait and trust that whatever he picked would be something she could handle. Something she might even love. “Close your eyes.” She obeyed, letting her lids fall shut even though she was already looking at the carpet. The blindfold slid over her face again—silk, soft and cool against her heated skin. He tied it securely at the back of her head, and darkness swallowed her vision completely.

Jackson was still here, standing strong like the hero he was. “I am so proud of you!” “None of this would have happened without you, Jade; that is why I have a surprise for you.” I arched an eyebrow, suddenly anxious to know what he meant. “A surprise?” He smiled, nodding. “Sure, but you have to promise not to cry.” I tilted my head backward as I smiled. “Okay, Jackson, I will try not to cry.” His smile widened. Before I could question him further, he pulled out a jet-black silk blindfold. I let out a small laugh. “Is this necessary?” I couldn't understand what was going on, but then I was going to play along. This better be good.

"Lilith said I should always be ready to demonstrate my commitment. She said you respected preparation and attention to detail." "How practical of her." I held the items in my lap, my fingers tracing over the smooth silk of the blindfold. The material was surprisingly substantial, designed to block out all light completely. The ball gag felt heavier than I'd expected, its weight a tangible reminder of the vulnerability I was offering. "She said these would help you focus on the visual aspects," I explained, my voice barely audible. "That removing my ability to see and speak clearly would heighten the other sensations, make the experience more intense for both of us."

Inside, however, they were fitted for nobility, complete with every creature comfort the era had to offer. Leal took the rider’s seat of one, while Taro rode the other. Everyone except Jack and Jerome was blindfolded. Although Jack didn’t want Mira blindfolded, he eventually gave in to her insistence. She didn’t want this to become the seed of a grudge, one that could strain a friendship that had endured decades, surviving even distance and long silences.

“I don’t like waiting.” She dropped her gaze. “Yes, Sir.” “Take off your clothes. And the blindfold.” She blinked. “Sir?” His eyes burned into hers. “You’ll put the blindfold on yourself tonight.” Her heart thumped against her ribs. She removed her coat. Her dress. Every last thread. Then reached into the small bag he handed her. The fabric was soft. Black. Thick. She tied it around her head and stepped into darkness. No questions. No hesitation.