Silk
By kinkyprofessor(dom male)
January 29, 2024
Silk. Woven from such delicate strands, the fabric so light. Smooth to the touch, barely brushing your skin as it drapes over your body. A sheet of silk drawn across you like a gentle breeze travelling the contours of your prone naked body. Seemingly fragile, yet so strong. How is it that something so smooth and sensual can bind so tightly when it’s formed into long black ribbons?
Stand still for me. Stop biting your lip. Stop stroking your throat. The only thing I want to see move are your eyes. Follow mine as I look at you, circle you; the long single silk ribbon wrapped in my hand. Look into my eyes. And feel the silk draped behind your neck, strands of equal length now hanging between your beautiful tits.
I cross the two strands beneath your breasts and draw them tight across your torso, and around your back, the silk pulling into that soft space beneath your breasts – that space that’s so rarely caressed. The ribbons come back to the front and you watch me as I wrap each tightly around each of your tits. You can feel the pressure and see them start to bulge as the silk begins to encase the base, coiling tightly. The two ends of the ribbon hang down in front of you. Bringing them together, I pull them between the lips of your cunt, splitting it with the soft fabric. You feel them drawing taut on your clit as I reach behind your ass and pull them up the crack of your ass, up your back and loop them through the strand drawn across your back. There’s not much fabric left. Just enough to draw each strand into that lovely soft space between your cunt and your thigh and pull them back … up … along the sides of your breasts, over your shoulders and down to the strand across your back where they can be tied off.
I take you to your mirror, run my hand into your lovely hair, my lips behind your ear kissing you, my voice in your ear, seeping into your mind. Look at your harness of silk. You feel my hands on your wrists. Pulling them gently behind your back. You feel the soft leather cuffs wrap around each wrist, a clasp binding them together.
I leave you for a minute to take yourself in. You look in the mirror and see the soft black ribbon pulled tightly against your pale skin. Your bound tits bulging, plump and hard. The ribbon splitting your bare cunt, so wet it drips. Your nipples so fucking hard they ache. Your hands cuffed behind your back. Nothing else on except your stockings and black heels.
And then I’m back, my lips against the back of your ear once more. My hand raises to your chest, you catch a glint in the mirror. Look in the mirror. Watch. And then you feel it. A gentle pressure, the tines dragging down and over your tits. Dragging softly over your nipples. The cool metal ends, like small teeth dragging down over your skin. Your nipples raging as the tines drag downward. Have they ever felt so hard? The simple implement in my hand. Turning it, pressing the solid heal of the fork more firmly into you as I reach your clit. The gasp rips from your mouth.
And then it clatters to the floor. I walk in front of you. In the mirror, you can see me push you to your knees. You look up and see me above you. It’s as if there are two of me. One distant in the mirror, the other – the one you feel wrapping his hands around your head – so close to your core. You see my hard fucking cock in front of you, feel my hands pull you to me; another gasp as you feel my cock push into your mouth, opening you. Deeper, pushing into your throat, my hips rocking, pumping your fucking mouth. You hear my growl. Take it, take all of my fucking cock. Taste me like a good little slut.
Stand still for me. Stop biting your lip. Stop stroking your throat. The only thing I want to see move are your eyes. Follow mine as I look at you, circle you; the long single silk ribbon wrapped in my hand. Look into my eyes. And feel the silk draped behind your neck, strands of equal length now hanging between your beautiful tits.
I cross the two strands beneath your breasts and draw them tight across your torso, and around your back, the silk pulling into that soft space beneath your breasts – that space that’s so rarely caressed. The ribbons come back to the front and you watch me as I wrap each tightly around each of your tits. You can feel the pressure and see them start to bulge as the silk begins to encase the base, coiling tightly. The two ends of the ribbon hang down in front of you. Bringing them together, I pull them between the lips of your cunt, splitting it with the soft fabric. You feel them drawing taut on your clit as I reach behind your ass and pull them up the crack of your ass, up your back and loop them through the strand drawn across your back. There’s not much fabric left. Just enough to draw each strand into that lovely soft space between your cunt and your thigh and pull them back … up … along the sides of your breasts, over your shoulders and down to the strand across your back where they can be tied off.
I take you to your mirror, run my hand into your lovely hair, my lips behind your ear kissing you, my voice in your ear, seeping into your mind. Look at your harness of silk. You feel my hands on your wrists. Pulling them gently behind your back. You feel the soft leather cuffs wrap around each wrist, a clasp binding them together.
I leave you for a minute to take yourself in. You look in the mirror and see the soft black ribbon pulled tightly against your pale skin. Your bound tits bulging, plump and hard. The ribbon splitting your bare cunt, so wet it drips. Your nipples so fucking hard they ache. Your hands cuffed behind your back. Nothing else on except your stockings and black heels.
And then I’m back, my lips against the back of your ear once more. My hand raises to your chest, you catch a glint in the mirror. Look in the mirror. Watch. And then you feel it. A gentle pressure, the tines dragging down and over your tits. Dragging softly over your nipples. The cool metal ends, like small teeth dragging down over your skin. Your nipples raging as the tines drag downward. Have they ever felt so hard? The simple implement in my hand. Turning it, pressing the solid heal of the fork more firmly into you as I reach your clit. The gasp rips from your mouth.
And then it clatters to the floor. I walk in front of you. In the mirror, you can see me push you to your knees. You look up and see me above you. It’s as if there are two of me. One distant in the mirror, the other – the one you feel wrapping his hands around your head – so close to your core. You see my hard fucking cock in front of you, feel my hands pull you to me; another gasp as you feel my cock push into your mouth, opening you. Deeper, pushing into your throat, my hips rocking, pumping your fucking mouth. You hear my growl. Take it, take all of my fucking cock. Taste me like a good little slut.
