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Pegged By Her Steel Toy
(Scarlett Steele)

I'm suspended in the air, my ankles tied to my wrists, and both of them in turn tied to a suspender bar. Face up, legs spread and my cock standing proud, visible to anyone who wants to see. 

But the only person around for miles is a blonde by the name of Scarlett Diaz, who had abducted me on my way home from University earlier today and is responsible for the way I'm currently positioned. I'm wearing nothing but socks and a collar that she has given me, and the room we are in is unheated. Shivers run up my spine, whether of fear or anticipation...or even pleasure, I'm not so sure. 



Ordinarily, had a stranger abducted me and then proceeded to strip and suspend me in thin air, I would've been shitting my pants. But here, hanging in front of this busty goddess, in anticipation as to what she might do next overpowers whatever fears I may have had. I don't know why, but ironically, my semi naked curvy abductor makes me feel safe. For some reason I cannot put my finger on, my instincts tell me to...trust her. Trust her to treat me like some sort of sex toy, but also trust her to not really harm me. Maybe it is my penis talking, more likely it is.



At the moment, the former seems like the more viable possibility, so I stop mulling things over and bring my focus back to her. She is standing in front of a shelf, trying to decide which toys to use. I still don't know why she's brought me here, or what sort of interrogation she's about to conduct, but I find myself worried more about what will happen to me, as I am about who she is. It seems to be enough that she is barely dressed, wearing a black g-string with a matching bra. With a voice of an angel to match, I can't but feel this is any man's fantasy.