The Hunt on the Taut, Round Satin Surface

Your invisible hand begins on her back, carelessly covered by a thin yellow voile, where you can feel the heat of her skin. Your hand slides down, past the bare waist, to land on the silver-white territory. You press your entire palm onto her ass, straining against the cold metal bar, where the silk is stretched like a violin string. A rich warmth immediately spreads. You squeeze tightly, feeling the imprisoned softness. You trace the VPL etched deep into the fabric, a map for desire, then press deep into the cleft, where the fabric is hot, stretched to its limit, emitting a secret, lewd rustle. Now, lean down and inhale deeply the scent of the prey. The smell of pristine new silk mixed with the primal scent of heated flesh. That scent is the signal to end the hunt. You release your hard cock, not to masturbate, but to mark your prey. Press it directly against the forbidden VPL line, rubbing your hardness onto it, leaving an invisible mark of power through the silk. After you've declared sovereignty, your hand begins to finish the job, while your eyes remain locked on the silver-white territory that now belongs to you. That image is the final push that brings you to climax.