Katawa Shojou-Shizune Blindfolded

Katawa Shojou is a Visual Novel that revolves around the storyline of a young man of the name of Hisao, who for various health related reasons begins attending a special school that caters to students in need of a 24 hour nursing staff or have disability related needs. He moves into the dorms and begins to romance one of 5 heroines, each with their own various disabilities. For informational purposes, I have decided to inform those who have not played the game that Shizune, the main character in this fanfic and a heroine in the game, is a deaf-mute. Hopefully, this information helps you enjoy and understand this work.

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I can’t believe I am letting them do this. Trust me. Please… I’m ONLY doing this because they ASKED like that. Several times. I can’t believe…
The blindfold is on securely. It feels a little tight, leaving me with just touch, smell and taste. How did I let them talk me into this? I am cold, and I feel hypersensitive. It’s almost a physical shock when they take my hand and slowly draw letters on the back of my hand with the tip of a finger, the fingernail sometimes just barely scraping my skin.
R-E-L-A-X T-R-U-S-T M-E
I hate this. I have absolutely no control. It’s cold and they aren’t doing anythi… The sudden shock of a hot mouth suddenly clamped and gently nibbling on my ear causes me to jump a little. Wha…
The mouth moves slowly, gently, down around edge of my right ear. I get used to the sensation quickly. Well, it feels a little nice but I’d much rather be able to se…Until a tongue flicks out quickly and gently around my earlobe. Oohh… I unconsciously arch my back and my mouth opens a little. They rest their face against my neck and I feel the vibrations of a chuckle. A flash of anger leaves my face flushed (NOT embarrassment, that would be like losing…NEVER embarrassment) and I clench my fist in the sheets. How dare they…
Suddenly I don’t feel them at all. Did they get off the bed? Did they leave? What, why? Where are they? I don’t like this at all. Then a light touch, the slightest bit of warmth, glides across my collarbone. I feel another light touch, this one down on my side. With these two touches begins a slow flood, a rising tide of touches, everywhere, touching me all over and gliding gently across my hypersensitive skin, just barely enough pressure to leave the feeling of skin on skin.
The feeling of touching/not touching, slowly gliding across my arms, back, stomach and legs is amazing. It feels so good, and I don’t really know why, but it sparks a small fire that begins burning in my chest. A hand glides gently over just the right part of my stomach and those muscles flutter strangely, as if reacting with a need, a want to be touched. Touch me more, please, touch me more. I would beg if I knew how to do it intelligibly.
Just before I lose my mind wanting more, something more solid, the pressure increases slightly, and then one hand firmly places itself on my back, hot and solid and gripping gently but fiercely almost possessively to keep me in place. Are the directly in front of me now? The other hand touches me gently on the side of my face, confirming my guess. I feel the immediate presence of their torso, just not touching me.
My attention goes back to the hand, which gently caresses some hair away from my face. It then slides over my shoulder and down my back, increasing pressure ever so slightly, and then they switch from fingertips to the edge of their fingernails moving ever so gently across the skin of my back. It gently scratches down my back, and my breath hisses out in an expression of my pleasure. The hand settles on the small of my back and then gently makes its way back up my spine, this time with the smooth backs of their fingernails making me want to clutch to them tightly. The hand makes it way up to the nape of my neck, where it draws a lazy circle, and then resettles itself gently on the side of my face, and I feel them pull close.
I feel the bed dip as they put some of their weight on it, and their sweet breath fans gently across my face and I smell the soap they use and then our lips touch in a gentle kiss.
Oh my god. I didn’t know a kiss could be like this. It should be no different from our usual fleeting kisses, but their lips are even softer than I remember, and the way they move slowly and subtly, even the tiniest movement against mine is highlighted and made so, so, sensual. The fire in my chest, which had been gently banked back a bit by the hand on my face and back blazes back up, almost hotter than before and I desperately try to deepen the kiss.
They resist a little, but then ever so slowly oblige me as I explore their mouth, driven wild by the way they taste. I stop to take a big breath, hating the need, and I feel the hand on my face slowly slide down my chest until it reaches my breasts. It takes one and gently massages for a moment, and then withdraws until I feel a finger flick gently across the tip of my nipple.
My back arches as I feel the pleasure from the sudden new sensation, as they trail hot wet kisses down my neck in the meantime. The hand on my back withdraws for a moment and then settles on my side as they settle fully onto the bed, and then both hands set to work gently teasing and massaging my breast while they slowly kiss their way across my collarbone. Just when I think that they couldn’t possibly make me feel any better, they leave a lingering kiss on my breastbone and then transfer their mouth to my right breast.
It’s like the world is exploding into hot place that only pleasure and lust can survive in, a feeling that is only intensified when their tongue moves slowly, deliciously around my nipple, as if savoring the taste of my skin. My back arches again, but this time deeper than before, and I become aware of a hand yet again on my back, gently supporting me as I ride the waves of this unbelievable sensation. I pant, trying to catch my breath. Just when I think that I have begun to cool down, the other hand slowly moves downward from my chest, lazily drawing circles as it moves lower, until it begins to gently caress the lower reaches of my abdomen with what feels like the backs of the fingers. Then the hand on my back moves up to gently support my head, and I am drawn in for a kiss, at a approximately the same time the other hand begins to move even lower.
No, no, don’t do that, it’s embarrassing how much I am enjoying this, I don’t want you to know how w…Aaahhhh. One finger gently teases my opening, and then another joins the gentle massage. If I weren’t deep in the middle of a kiss, I would be crying from the embarrassment, because I am so soaked down there that it is probable that their whole hand is already wet, just from this.
And then a finger slips in with almost no resistance, and I break the kiss with a gasp. A second finger joins it and I just about lose my mind. I think I do lose my mind when they start to slowly move, and when they grip in just the right place there is no place for thoughts. I don’t know whether it has been fifteen minutes or a half an hour since we started this, but it feels almost as if this moment will last forever. It’s like I am not even on earth anymore, except…
Only the feeling of slight vibrations coming from my throat as the last of my breath slowly squeezes out of my lungs in pure pleasure brings me back. I pant as I finish riding the waves of pleasure in their arms again only to be surprised by the vehement reaction to my apparent last reaction of pleasure.
The blindfold whips off of my face as a sudden fierce kiss occupies my lips. After a short, almost savage kiss filled with need, we separate and what I see on their face only confirms what I felt in the kiss. The face of my beloved is filled with a desperate mix of lust, need, a deep hunger, and an even deeper love. I lose all semblance of composure and we almost slam together, as our lips lock and my arms and legs wind possessively around my most-loved-one, and it feels as if we will melt together into one from the heat of our passion. In the lust-haze that fills my mind the only coherent thought left is ‘I like being in charge, but sometimes being vulnerable and submissive is nice.’

I feel a tap, tap, on my head and I jerk out of sleep. Shicchan, are you ok? You looked like you were having a pretty intense dream. Shit. We were in the middle of late-night student council work. I rub my eyes and pull down my glasses, bringing into focus Hisao and Misha. Hisao looks worried, but Misha (what is with that smug look) looks more amused than anything. What quickly flies through my head is, ‘don’t overreact. If you do that they will know what kind of dream you just had. Misha, please send Hicchan to go get us some drinks, please. It pisses me off that he, at least, didn’t fall asleep before me. I will admit my defeat just this once.
As Misha transfers this message over, I accompany her with the attendant facial expression and mannerisms and watch as he protests a little before acquiescing. I watch him leave and then let Misha know I need to ‘go to the bathroom’.
There’s no way that I could let even Misha know that I needed to change to drier underwear. Giving her that kind of information does not fall under things she needs to know.