The Fine Print

NOTE: This is just a fantasy from my teenage years. I just glossed over the motivation, and the sex and strangulation are outlined rather than being described in detail as I usually do.

Nearly a year ago Barbie accepted me as her Master and signed a Slave Contract that gave me the right to take her life if I so choose. And of course our play has included a lot of breath control — I strangle Barbie while we fuck, or hang her until she's nearly unconscious before I cut her down and screw her brains out.

But recently she's been cheating on me, visiting another Master's dungeon for torture sessions and even having sex with him. What she doesn't know is — he told me about it!

So here she is, kneeling on the floor of my dungeon. I loop the cord from my bathrobe around her neck and grasp the ends. I offer her my cock, and she begins to pleasure me with her lips and tongue. As I enjoy her mouth, I begin to pull on the cord. I'm still letting her breathe, but she can feel it dig into her neck and know the threat — that it can, and will become tighter.

I respond to her mouth by getting harder, and she redoubles her efforts to please me. After a few minutes I am good and hot, and she begins the steady movement of her lips and tongue over the head and shaft that she knows will make me come in her mouth. As she does so, I gradually tighten the cord around her neck until she can barely draw any air through it. I've left her a little opening so she can develop suction, but not really enough air to survive on for very long.

After minutes that seem an eternity, she feels the changes in my cock that signal I'm about to come. She expects to be rewarded with my semen to swallow and a chance to breathe again. But instead...

As I start to come I pull the cord as hard as I can. Her breath is completely cut off. I come into her mouth, but she can't swallow, so my semen remains, filling her mouth with the unique flavor she has come to associate with pleasuring me. Then I withdraw and let the last few drops coat her lips.

Now I tell Barbie what I have found out. And she remembers that clause in her slave contract and realizes that she's going to die. But it's too late to fight me, she's too weak. And she realizes that she has earned this death, and as she thinks about it she finds the idea appropriate... even exciting.

I watch as her face turns red, as she tries to swallow but can't, as the pressure of the cord around her neck forces her tongue out of her mouth. And hold on while her chest heaves and her body bucks in a desperate try for air that she cannot get. Her eyes start to bulge with the vain effort to breathe, and even as her body fights for air she feels the excitement mounting between her legs. Eventually she starts to fade out. Her eyes glaze over, everything turns red, and she realizes that she is coming, for the last time. The world turns grey, then black. Her face relaxes and the unswallowed come starts to dribble from her mouth.

I hold on for minutes longer, while Barbie's face turns purple and the tension drains from her body. At last, I tie the cord off and send for a new slave to dispose of the body.

Let us hope that she will behave better and not earn the disastrous lesson Barbie has received.

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