I was reading some of the recent story posts over at the Dark Spot when I first noticed Kate. She'd posted her favorite fantasy, a darkly
perilous tale, on the site's snuff story board, the tale of a helplessly bound woman going to her death under the sharp spinning blade of a giant Buzzsaw.
Kate was already at the warehouse waiting for me when I arrived. I found her smiling suggestively, her incredibly desirable form already
sitting upon the saw's raised blade guide. I could feel her body trembling as I guided her ankles down into their waiting restraints. A faint
gasp of wonton pleasure escaped Kate's lips as I casually slid my fingertips upward along the smooth white flesh of her inner thigh until they
caressed the sodden red satin that barely managed to conceal the moist folds of her sex.
I could see the look of pure carnal delight blossom in Kate's lovely eyes as I pressed my fingers into the heated depths of her sex. The
unmistakable feeling of her vaginal walls tightening to draw my fingertips deeper and deeper into her sex as her orgasm approached. And
finally, that intensely erotic moment when Kate's eyes briefly closed as she cried out in orgasmic bliss.
Still lost in the incredibly eroticism of her orgasm, Kate willingly lay back along the cold metal surface of the blade guide as I locker her
wrists into their restraints. Then pausing, I ran my fingertips across Kate's full red lips and lightly caressed the side of her face as our eyes met.
I could see the look of darkly amused anticipation in her eyes as she smiled up at me and said, "Do you like what you see?"
Glancing down at the beautiful woman helplessly bound before me I leaned over and kissed her deeply before I replied, "Of course, but then again I always like what I saw."
After that, we had no need for words, just Kate's screams...