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.
Barbie comes to me, offering herself as my slave. When I show her the slave contract, she sees all the usual clauses about obedience and service. But there are also two special clauses at the end, in big type with boxes next to them for her to initial that she's read them.
The first says: Barbie agrees that this arrangement is not permanent, that Damien will keep her only until he tires of her. Barbie also understands that Damien has never kept a slave for more than two weeks.
The second says: Barbie grants Damien the right to kill her in any way he pleases when he is tired of using her.
And of course the usual clause about the master taking responsibility for the slave's safety and health has been crossed out in red ink.
She thinks about that for a few seconds, then decide to go for it. Better a week of what she really wants than a long and dull life. And of course she knows from seeing me at the local bondage club that "any way he pleases" will involve some form of strangulation.
Barbie gets to enjoy slightly over a week of my attentions. Screwing while she hangs, then letting her down for a second, incredible, orgasm as she returns from semi-consciousness. Fucking her ass while choking her with a rope until she passes out. A variety of asphyxia delights using nooses, ropes, belts, my hands, and almost every possible position.
Then I tell her I am growing tired of her, and give her a few hours to
make her peace with the idea of death — and to say goodbye to anyone she
trusts not to bring in the authorities.
Then I tie a soft cotton rope to one bedpost, run it once around her neck, over a pulley on the other bedpost, and tie a metal disk to the far end. I add a 1 pound weight to the disk, and she feels the rope start to tighten. Not too much, sort of like a man wearing a necktie and a shirt that's 1/4 inch too small.
I add more weights, slowly, a few ounces every 15 minutes. After a while, she feels the rope start to bite into her neck, but she can still breathe OK. At this point I climb up behind her and take her doggie style.
I add more weights, and the rope gets a little tighter each time. After a few hours I can hear the breath rasp in her throat. I've gotten hard again, so I kneel in front of her and allow her to pleasure me with her mouth. She manages to swallow all my semen, even though the rope makes swallowing painful.
Over the next two days I use her for my pleasure from time to time, while occasionally adding more weight. And in between taking my pleasure of her, I sometimes finger her to orgasm. By the evening of the second day, the rope is so tight that her breathing reflex isn't enough — it takes conscious effort for her to get enough air. I take off a few ounces — I don't want her to die in her sleep.
In the morning I offer her the chance to please me with her mouth one last time.
As I come in her mouth I add back the weights I took off last night. It's all she can do to breathe, swallowing is beyond her, she's stuck with a mouthful of my semen.
And I resume the game of adding a few ounces at a time. After some hours, her breathing becomes quite loud and irregular. She stops breathing for nearly a minute at a time before the pain in her lungs forces her to make the effort to pull in another breath. When I take a few minutes to play with her pussy, the extra oxygen demand from her orgasm nearly kills her.
Now, seeing she's almost done, I enter her asshole, then add the final ounce of weight. She thrashes around as the pressure builds up in her chest, then finally forces her overloaded chest muscles to pull in another breath. The same thing happens again, and yet again, but each time it's harder.
She's losing the race.
I don't move at all within her — her twisting and writhing provides all the stimulation I need. I watch her face turn red in the headboard mirror. Then I reach down and finger her pussy as she slowly runs out of air and loses consciousness. The last things she feels are the burning in her chest, the rope tight around her neck, and a final orgasm as my hand does it's work on her clit. As her struggles slow down I start moving rapidly in her asshole, filling it with my semen just before her body stops moving... forever.
Why not take a few minutes and tell Damien what you thought of this story?
Take me to the Information Booth