In "Libby's Gift", I did some rewriting to turn the roleplay into a story. But in this one, I have chosen to keep the original form of an exchange of emails. I did, however, edit out some irrelevant discussion and fixed up the spelling and grammer.
If you'll just come to my dungeon playroom, you'll see the perfect chair waiting for you. Look it over. It's good and sturdy, bolted to the floor, with good strong straps for your wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees.
Oh, and there's one more strap, only about 1/2" wide, attached to a post that sticks up from the back. There's a convenient handle in back with a ratchet arrangement so after I turn it, it locks in place until I release it.
So, if you'd like to experience it, just have a seat. I'll be along in a sec to strap you in.
Wait a minute, this thread started as a semen swallowing fantasy, how come I'm ending up a corpse?
I suspect it's because you're a snuff slut, and if I told you to lie face down on the bed and spread your cheeks while I wrap a strangling cord around your neck, you would. Right?
Right on. Oh, you are a bum man are you? I like the idea of being taken from behind and slowly strangled, and I love the New Years Eve idea. So this year it could be terminal for me, your willie exploring my bum and a silk noose tightening round my throat, making me see flashing lights in my head as it reached bursting point, I suddenly feel your body stiffen, big ben starts to chime and the silk noose tightens, I orgasm, try to scream, but only blackness.
But if I am spreading my cheeks I would hope I was being taken from behind by you, let me enjoy the sex, but as your load shoots into my quivering hot body, then strangle me, that is if you have a clear mind because when my writhing body makes you cum your mind will be anything but clear.
O dear you are really going to miss this hot assed girl.
I'm not just a bum man. I'll take any hole, your mouth, your cunt, your ass. But yes, I like the idea of strangling a girl from behind while up her ass. Also of hanging her while in her cunt, or of having her kneel on the trapdoor and suck me, then hanging her as I start to come in her mouth. That one has three endings, all hot:
I would go for the third option if you gave me the choice, I have never had my face cummed on. GOD I would be screaming in ecstasy believe me, after you have covered me and enjoyed watching me squirm, you can execute me in any way you wish, I would be past caring.
The face cumming stuff I was talking about, is only sugestions, when a man wants to snuff me I always want him to do it his way, something that excites him, that makes me happy too, but sometimes their fantasies hit all the right buttons and then I love it too.
Meanwhile, my chair awaits you. Should I expect you to take a seat this week? Or after Christmas?
Whenever the urge to kill overwhelms your mind my darling, you can save me till New Years Eve if that is your wish.
Well, I've made a slight adjustment in my chair, just for you.
As you sit in it, you discover a projection, nicely located to slip into your cunt.
I strap your wrists and forearms to the chair, then your ankles and knees. Lastly, I fasten the strap around your neck. I begin turning the handle, asking how you are doing after each partial turn. When your voice becomes hoarse, I stop turning. The ratchet keeps it nice and tight.
Now I walk around in front and pull open the front of my silk dressing gown. I am already erect, of course, after partly strangling you.
The deal is, you now give me your very best blowjob — and collect my cum in your mouth — and you will get a reward. (Don't try to swallow, I don't think the strap will let you and anyway I want you to hold it in your mouth this time.)
Here is me trying to write my christmas cards, and make out my christmas list, and what do I get, HORNY and it's all your fault, me in a dildo chair, "oh I do wish" writhing on a vibrating plastic cock and and having a real throbbing one in my mouth, with a man running his fingers through my hair as I make him groan with pleasure.
Can't you feel my hot tongue flicking and tickling the tip of your rock hard throbbing cock? I am expecting your load to shoot out into my mouth any second now. you are gripping my hair tightly, gasping my name as you groan in total pleasure. I know I want fucking — and hard — but that is not going to happen as I bring your throbbing, jerking dick to an amazing orgasm. I hear you cry out your hands cover my ears and your load spurts onto my hot teasing tongue, one spurt, a second one, then one final burst and my mouth is filled with your magic seed, your body relaxes, you are spent, and now you will turn the rachet for a final time. as you pull out of my mouth your sperm trickles from the side of my mouth running down my chin you move round behind me, all I can do is gurgle, PLEASE PLEASE DON'T!
Only of course I do.
Oh. That was incredible. I fill your mouth with my cum, let you milk me dry, the sensation is mind-blowing.
Now you get your reward. I give the handle a final turn, and you can no longer breathe, just struggle for air that you can't get.
I press a hidden button, and the vibrator goes on high, really intense sensations in your pussy. Now you really need to breathe as your excitement rises, but there is no air for you.
I step back, grab a camera, and take pictures of you struggling in the chair. A couple of closeups of your face with a thin trickle of white semen from one corner of your mouth.
I continue to watch and take pictures as your struggles weaken. Finally there comes a time when you are no longer struggling. The only signs that you are still alive are small tremors in your hands and feet, and the tension in your chest muscles. Your face relaxes as you lose consciousness, and I take a final couple of pictures of you with the rest of my cum dribbling from your mouth.
Then I step behind the chair again and watch the clock. Thirty seconds after you stopped struggling, I release the ratchet and release the neck strap.
I check to make sure you're still breathing. Yes. Good.
(Well, we did agree to let you live until New Years, and I always keep my promises.)
I don't want to change a thing my love, that was fantastic, you have really turned me on with that last e mail. I have always suspected that a great turn on for a man is photographing his victims struggles and finally her death, he must get very very hard and horny just doing that and also he has pictures he can look at over and over again. Thank you for that, we must continue with this, now you have garrotted me, tell me another way you would want me to die for you, you have a great imagination and you turn me on.
Well, that was very nice, so I will accept you as my snuff slave, until January first. The hottub is through that door. The library and TV room through that side door.
There's a well-stocked fridge and microwave down that hall, and the end door is your bedroom, with a private shower and loo. You'll find clothing suitable to your station in the closet.
That other door? It leads outside. It's not locked, but you are ordered not to go out without asking permission.
Next time you come in this room, you'll find the chair reconfigured for our next scene.
Enjoy your weekend.
(Dottie returns to the chair for another session)
And I am smiling coyly at you my lover, I keep opening and closing my legs provocativly, now you see it now you don't, .with my neck restrained my head is thrown back which makes my boobs stand proud, and looking into your eyes I am trying to guess which part of my body you will attend to first. you don't have to goose me, from the position I am in, and my thoughts of what is he going to do to humiliate me, I am wet and I am excited, so my darling I am all yours, use me, abuse me, and give me a screaming orgasm, then have your final pleasure watching me fighting to breath as you tighten the garrot around my neck, kiss me full on my lips as I leave you for... wherever.
I step over to my toy-rack, take a branding iron, and set it to heat in the fire. Meanwhile, I pick up a nice stingy singletail in one hand and a thuddy flogger in the other. I hold up a piercing tool and slide it into a pocket of my robe.
Now, which one first...
While I'm thinking (and watching you for clues), I tighten your neck strap so that you have to fight for every breath.
Now those nipples. They're already sore from our earlier game with the flogger and the singletail. The piercing tool goes through each one, and each one gets a nice heart-shaped piece.
And then a couple of little rings into each of your labia. Are we having fun yet?
And it looks like that branding iron is ready now...
Oh Please, not the branding iron, not just before Christmas, I don't want "whore" burnt out all over my tummy, I will take a whipping, a caning on my bum PLEASE but don't brand me please, a girl would sooner be dead than have an ugly brand on her soft body. The rings in my labia, can I take then off when Jimmy want's to fuck my body, they do rub a bit sore as he get's very excited, I will wear them again for you when I go to my doom on New Years Eve. You carry on like this and I am not going to need Jimmy, I'm almost to orgasm now, you sexy man.
Too late. But the brand doesn't say "WHORE". It's more tasteful. A capital D with a noose dangling from it. But that's a wonderful idea you've given me.
I take a tape measure and measure the width of your belly, then send an order to the blacksmith. In a week I expect to have a branding iron with WHORE in big block letters across the whole width of your belly.
That should be fun for our last scene of the year.
I wonder what Jim will think when he gets your body back, DHL Express overnight, with my brand on your breast and inner thigh, piercings in your nose, nipples, and labia, and WHORE across your belly.
Now remember, this is all being broadcast from my webcam. So spread your legs wide so I can burn it into your left inner thigh!
And try not to struggle too hard. You might strangle yourself pushing against that neck strap.
And a second time, on your right breast above the nipple.
Isn't this great? There you are on live webcam, with this huge bone in your nose, and others in your nipples and your labia, screaming and struggling as I brand you with my mark.
And did I mention: I'm also saving this to an MPEG file that I will upload to the website. So your humiliation will be up there forever!
When you finally pass out from cumming so hard with almost no air, I release the strap and send you back to your room to rest.
Now I will be putting on a better show than the guys with limp willies wanking furiously trying to get off. The sight of me in the position you have me in will give them instant relief, and I am sure they will want to see more, myself I can start expecting some rather strange emails.
Now that is better than an easter egg, lovely scenario, fasten a vibrating dildo, two actually, to the chair then when I sit down, one slips in my pussy, the other, with a bit of screaming from me, rams my bum. Now I am a happy girl so fasten the strap round my neck and make me perform again.
In the early evening of New Years Eve, you go to the loo and return to find a note on your bed, telling you to report to the chair at 11:30 PM.
When you show up, you find the brazier waiting again. You also see that I have reconfigured the chair. When you sit down, a cushion forces your ass forward. There are now footrests and knee supports that hold your legs up in the air, tilting your pelvis forward to expose both your lower holes.
Once again the webcam is operating, and the whole thing is being recorded from several angles for my website of snuff movies.
After strapping your arms and legs into position, I again put the strap around your neck and turn the handle so you can barely breathe.
I take a large, heavy-duty vibrator and shove it into your cunt, hard. I turn it on low, at first.
Now I take the big brand from the hot coals. You scream, protest, and struggle, but there is nothing you can do. The straps are stronger than you are, and whenever you try to get leverage you press against the neck strap, and have to let up to breathe after a few seconds.
I press the brand firmly against your belly. There is a hissing sound as the word "whore" is burned into the skin across your stomach, permanently marking you for what you are.
Then I smear my cock and your asshole with Vaseline, and place my cockhead against your rear entrance. I push forward, slowly, but inexorably. The choice is yours, to relax your sphincter and accept my cock, or have it shoved in regardless.
(Dottie, who enjoys anal and in any case is a sensible snuff-slut, relaxes as much as she can.)
When I am fully inside you, I begin moving in and out, slowly. I don't want to come too soon.
After perhaps 15 minutes, my excitement is too much. I reach past your head and give the handle another quarter turn. You now get only a trickle of air, nowhere near enough to keep you going — especially since I also switch the vibrator to it's highest setting.
BUZZZZZZ! Thump! BUZZZZZZ! Thump! It vibrates continuously for a few seconds, then gives the equivalent of a hard thrust into your cunt. And there's a little attachment that I extend and adjust so it presses on your clit. Now you're really getting the BUZZyness.
And I start moving faster and harder in your asshole. THRUST! pause. THRUST! pause...
Until I can't stand it any more. I give the handle another quarter-turn and your breath is completely stopped. Then I resume the thrust/pause routine, with longer pauses.
I'm waiting for you to panic and start struggling, and soon you will do so, regardless of how hard to you try to control yourself.
Then I just resume a slow, regular movement and let you do most of the work.
This continues while your struggles and the effects of the vibrator use up the little bit of air still left in your lungs. The world gets red around the edges, you feel yourself start to fade...
These are the last things you will ever feel:
And, just before the world goes away forever, you feel my hot semen filling your guts.
When I am done, I pull out and wipe off the last of my cum on your lips.
Then I watch as the strap does its work. And eventually you convulse a few times, then all your muscles go slack and there is no more movement at all.
Later on, I send in a couple of slaves to haul your body away and ship it back to Jimmy, Fed Ex Second Day, in a refrigerated container so it won't smell too bad when it gets there.
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