The smell of leather.
Chink of metal as the straps get tighter,
fixed and firm around your naked frame.

As tight as they will go until you gasp and ask that they go no further.
It is time.

The cold, hard bit slips inside.
Your warm soft mouth tasting metal.
Powerless, excited by surrender.
Obey your master.

The glistening void waiting to be filled, begging to be complete.
Whip cracking down you rise in terror and anticipation.
Biting metal. Uncompromising. Unforgiving.

Panicked eyes searching for mercy.
The stallion rides with the strength of a thousand men.
Deep into the long, damp night.

A low moan. Frienzied thrusting.
Metal tasting stronger, juices running wilder. No mercy.
No mercy.

The Master finally controlling his beast.

Musky scent of uninhibited lovemaking.
Violent passion beyond boundaries.
Searching. Guidance. Compliance. Acceptance.

Release will bring you peace.