Natalia never expected to be in this kind of situation. She didn't even know she had this fetish until she met Max. The tiny room was covered wall to wall with dark, ominous-looking machines, and the metallic smell of lubricant and oil filled the air. The air was thick and hot.

"You're sure you want me to do this? It's pretty extreme," Max said, his voice low and rough.

Natalia can't find the words to answer him. She nods weakly, her body vibrating with a mix of fear and excitement. Max, a tall man with dark hair and a thick beard, moved towards her and began to undress. His muscular body was covered in tattoos that glimmered under the dim light.

Natalia was hesitant, but her body hungered for the experience that was about to come. Max could see the reluctance in her eyes, but he also saw the desire. He grabbed her roughly and pulled her close to him, kissing her hard on the mouth.

He spoke softly, "Trust me, baby girl. I promise I'll make it good for you."

Natalia's head was spinning as Max lifted her onto one of the machines. She could feel the cold metal beneath her skin, and the air was electric with anticipation. She watched as Max put on a pair of black gloves, and her heart began to race with fear.