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Erotic Seduction of Steel
By: mandySlowly I felt him take my left hand, and put the cuffs on me, tightening it so I would not be able to get loose.
Followed by my right hand, he repeated the action, the anticipation growing inside of me, the ache forming. I felt his hands move down my thighs, where he took two more cuffs and wrapped them around each ankle. I felt his skin as he tapped my legs apart, looking up at me and saying does my little girl need a spreader bar?
No Sir: was my reply as I looked forward spreading my legs apart.
As he tightened each piece of leather I felt the hair from his head brush against my shaved mound, ugh as I took in a deep breath.
Smiling softly to himself, he moved back up my body and gently pushed my hair away from my face.
Kissing my forehead, he reached back, his fingers wrapping around a piece of material he brought it forward and as each arm moved around either side of my head, darkness filled my being, at that precise moment I knew where he was, but that was soon to change.
As my arms went out, I felt his strong yet tender touch move them over my head, where he connected the hooks to a winch and I grimaced. I had seen what could be done with that winch,
I had seen both pleasure and pain, and though I grimaced, my body swirled with desire and anticipation.
I felt the pull of my arms, my body stretching but not to the extreme, I felt his warm breath as he whispered I am going to spread you, seduce you, take you.
A slight moan came out from beneath my lips and I layed my head back in desire. The music started, no words just rhythm, rhythm that would also take me wherever he would want it to take me.
Then I felt the sharpness of the steel, gently yet firmly against my cheek, moving down my face to my mouth where it ran across my bottom lip, pressing in the way his cock would when it rested on my flesh. The feel of steel against my skin had always been a weakness, my body arched, my sighs released. I let it move along my lip and opened my mouth, the tip of my tongue moving with it. Laying my head back it went down my neck, wanting to move my hands, wanting to have more, I felt it move across my erect nipple.
So pink, the bumps on the areola raised, moving across the tip, feeling the sharpness of the blade sliding against my soft flesh, feeling a poke, almost as though picking at the skin, I relinquished myself to anything it would want, anything he would want. sex stories gay male
He slowly moved it to the other breast, the curve of the weight of the breast now feeling the edge of steel, my body was stirring.
My body wanted so much more, this knife was seducing me, as it moved across my skin I felt like it was surrounding my being. Slowly it went down one side of my body, my legs parted, my mind wondering, worried, yet desiring.
I knew I was safe, I loved the feel of the steel, I wanted to make love to it,
His hand was attached to this steel, anything I did, I did to him, or, he did to me. I felt the prick again, the sharpness of the small point against my moist lips,
I wondered what he would do, I knew I was exposed, I knew I was open to him, to this steel that was seducing me, I knew anything could happen. I could not keep the moan in, my body was taking over in its pleasure, I was having both feelings of being unsure yet desiring it so much.
Yes, he pressed it against me, against my lips, letting the other lip lay on the side of the blade.
The steel was demanding to be taken, my body was opening up to it. Though I instinctively wanted to squirm, I was learning not to, and knew that with the blade of a knife in such a delicate area, I would not.
My eyes covered, I could not see, my legs parted, a part of me wanted to know what he was going to do, a bigger part did not want to know. I felt it move down the side of my thigh, though surprised at myself, I did not want it to leave, I obeyed any requests, and when I thought it was elsewhere, I felt it slide deep inside me, a scream escaping out for I did not know what part of the knife was slipping between my folds.
I knew I was being seduced by the sharp edge of steel, but as I felt coldness yet girth going inside of me, I knew /thought it could not be that edge.
My Dom would never hurt me, it was the handle of my seducer. The thought was enough to make me cum as I stood there my arms being held over my head, keeping my legs apart, the swirling took over my body, causing it to jerk, to squeeze, to release. Releasing my cum which was being taken from me, covering the handle, having it brought to my mouth, to suck, to lick, to taste what he had done.
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