Mark was stunned.
He was obstructed to move, he couldn't feel anything except the sensation of soft leather running through his bare chest and the blindfold which blocked his vision.
His hands was above his head, itching from the material which was used to strain them from their freedom.
But despite all that, he felt warmth and a sense of belonging. Whatever he was going through now seemed fond to him. Strange.
That is- until he heard a deep, sensual chuckle which sent chills down his spine.
To be perfectly honest, it felt like tingles of electricity circulating down his neck to the rest of his body. It was simply heaven.
No- what was he thinking, this was wrong!
He tried his best to struggle out of the hold he was in, attempting to scream and all. But nothing came out and he was barely able to move a muscle.
Again, the familliar sensation of the leather straps continued to move on his chest, zigzagging down to his stomach.
Mark's face was flushed, it felt so good but felt so wrong at the same time.
"Mnph. You look adorable, so radiant and beautiful" The voice claimed "So innocent, so very- very pure."
Mark noticed the deep seductive nature of the voice, identifying an accent unfamilliar to him.
"Such a gentle and delicate creature you are, Mark." It continued "Your beauty is so sinful, it could damn a saint."
Mark could feel his body tingle, the praise he was getting made him feel funny. It made him feel fuzzy and wanted, why?
"But, I need your permission, pet" It said, piquing Mark's curiosity.
"Can you let me use my toy on your gorgeous, sinful body?" It questioned, slowly getting closer towards Mark.
He felt it careassed his jawline, moving along the outline before inevitably reaching his ears. It continued to play with his earlobes, running his fingers on the sensitive skin.
Mark stood on end, feeling the tingles of pleasure go straight to his groin. He felt it squirm uncomfortably on his boxer briefs, arching upwards.
"I'm waiting, kitten."
He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to say. It was all so foregin, this feeling, this sebsation. Mark never felt so needy and desperate like this before.
"I- yes, I am yours and yours only," Mark said finally "I've been naughty, punish me in anyway you please, master."
He could see the smile on the stranger's face as he planted a kiss on Mark's neck lovingly.
He trailed the kisses up his jawline before ending up at his ears again. Mark could feel his hot breath on them as he nibbled on them.
"The safeword is red, remember that"
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As you can see, I deleted my other works cause they were horrible and Im literally getting depressed just by looking at them.
However, I did save Freak into my draft so I might continue that after this.
I wanted to base this off one of my fetishes and kinks, cause I always had this interest in bondage.
It amuses me because of the position, the things people do in that, the 'safewords' and the trust given to the dominant- ESPECIALLY the trust.
So yeah, hope you enjoyed this chapter.
-Synchronocity AKA Morpheus
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