Snapshot…. Rope, Skin and Steel
My bodyweight pins you to the wall, my hand holds your head back as I bite down on your neck. Your hands are tied behind your back, rope cutting into your wrists. I can hear your hands scrabbling against the bricks until I kiss you, deeply and slow.
I spin you to face the wall, pressing your face against the brick, wrapping the long strip of leather around and around your head, holding your mouth open with one hand so the leather gags you. You can taste the leather, and smell it. I cover your eyes with another strip of leather and spin you back. Disorienting you.
You hear a sound as I take my blade out of it’s sheath, and you stop… I begin to move the blade over your body, over the rope that caresses your skin also. I bound you tight, there will be the ropemarks you love so much when I take it off you, slowly, letting it touch your skin and pool at your feet like water.
For now though, my blade is your only connection with me, other than the sound of my breathing. I hear your breathing shift And I occasionally run a leather gloved paw over you, you almost feel like I am reaching into you when I put my hand under the rope harness that runs down your chest.
My blade is cold on your skin. Goosebumps raise quickly as I run the sharp end of the blade over your skin. Your thighs shake as the blade creeps up your inner thigh. I revel in the scent of you. I turn the sharp of the blade to the elastic of your underwear… And cut through it. Your shoulders slump as you feel the scraps of material fall away from you.
I pull back and shove you against the wall again, shoving your legs apart, lowering my head to feast on your arousal… Until I am done.
