Slave: "Master, please forgive me. I'll never, never do it again. I'll do anything to gain your forgiveness, anything."
Master stands silent for several seconds, considering this, then his expression switches to stern. "Anything?"
Slave: "Anything. No limits. I'll give up orgasms. I'd rather you kill me than be angry with me."
Master: "Do you mean that? Would you give up the rest of your life, everything you can accomplish, all the play and orgasms?"
Slave: "Yes. I would rather die in your arms than go on alone or with someone else."
Master: "Very well. I will forgive you in exchange for your life. Think about it overnight and tell me your decision in the morning. But remember, this won't be a scene. If you go ahead with this, you will be dead."
Mid-morning, indoors, a larger room. Furniture includes at least two comfortable chairs, and a sofa large enough for 2 or 3 people, a TV, perhaps a stereo or other entertainment-center-type device.
Slave enters, kneels near one of the chairs. She looks slightly nervous, but also determined — and excited.
After a brief delay, Master enters, sits at ease on the sofa.
Master: "Have you decided?"
Slave: "I have. I choose to give up my life in exchange for you forgiving me."
Master: "Very well. You may remove your clothes."
Slave stands up and takes off her clothing, folding each item carefully and draping it on the chair or placing it on the seat, as appropriate. When she is done, she returns to her knees, this time in front of Master.
Master: "Come up here beside me, let us play one last time."
Slave: "You forgive me, Master?"
Master: "I forgive you completely. Come."
Slave rises and sits next to Master, cuddling up against him.
Master puts an arm around her and holds her. She leans into him, enjoying his presence and touch. He brings his other hand across and starts fondling her breasts.
Slave's nipples become erect and her breathing quickens.
After perhaps a minute, Master turns Slave to face him, and they begin necking. This goes on for several more minutes, until they are both quite excited.
Master then breaks the kiss and asks, "Are you ready?"
Slave: "I am ready. I have no regrets as long as you forgive me."
Master: "(slave's name), have I ever had sex with you when I was angry?"
Slave: "No, Master. Never."
Master: "In a few seconds, you will be sure that I forgive you."
Master takes a silk scarf and wraps it once around Slave's neck.
Master: "Now, you may pleasure me."
Slave shifts to a face-down position, stretched out along the couch with her head in Master's lap. She opens his bathrobe and takes his penis in her hands. She plays with it — sliding her hands up and down, then rolling his penis back and forth between them — until he is very hard. Then she holds it in one hand and takes it in her mouth.
Master adjusts the scarf so it fits into the soft spot under Slave's chin, then pulls gently on it until Slave's breathing becomes labored.
Slave continues to work on Master with her mouth and one hand.
Master helps direct Slave's rhythm as he holds onto the scarf around her neck. Soon she is moving up and down about once a second and both of them are breathing hard.
Master: "Get ready. I'm going to revoke your license to breathe."
Slave (somewhat muffled by a mouthful of cock): "Um Hum."
Master pulls even harder on the scarf, stopping Slave's breath. Slave continues to work on Master's penis even as her chest muscles fight for air she cannot have. Her free hand grabs an edge of one of the sofa's cushions and grips tight, even as she speeds up her movements, fighting to make him come before she dies.
After perhaps 30 seconds more, Slave's movements become frantic and uncontrolled, but Master groans and comes in Slave's mouth anyway. A few seconds later, Slave goes limp, her head falling into his lap, his erect penis still in her mouth.
Master continues holding the scarf tight around Slave's neck, until her legs give a couple of spasmodic kicks (see the ending of peter001.mpg, aka "Carrie asphyx demo" or "Carrie by scarf"). He holds on a little longer, then unwraps the scarf from her neck.
Close up of Slave's neck showing a red line where the scarf has bitten into it, and of her face looking completely slack and at peace.
Cut to Master's satieted look as he rolls Slave off of him. We see a little semen leak from her mouth as he pulls out.
Master goes into another room and gets a blanket. He covers up Slave's body.
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