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VELVET ROPES:

An Erotic BDSM Fantasy

Seth Daniels

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and 18 years or older. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental

Copyright © 2012 by Black Serpent Erotica

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ISBN: 978-1-62247-052-5

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There was always something about feeling helpless that turned me into a craving creature for lust. I can't explain what it is or why, but knowing I am restrained and completely at the mercy of another's hands, mind or cock simply makes me tremble with desire. It wasn't always that way until the day I found myself naked, tied with velvet ropes to the bedposts and my master standing before me, his naked body gleaming with sweat in the light of 3 candles. I was at his mercy and my body was his for his bidding. My mind would never be the same and I cannot or ever will want anything again.

It all started with those ropes which will always hold a special place in my heart and mind, but that was only the beginning. My new master is into velvet lined handcuffs and shackles, but that is more than ok with me. He has displayed me before many and yet in my eyes, he is the only one present. He demands I show myself to anyone he desires. I could never love another for his firm lovemaking afterwards. But when those velvet handcuffs click closed on my wrists, I melt into his needs as easily as butter melts into a hot frying pan. I recall three times he made me bare my nakedness to the world. Each one a bit different, but each one more exciting than even my own mind could imagine.

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