We've been discussing our shared fantasies for a long time, in and out of bed. You've always liked to fantasize about it, but don't think you could ever go through with it.

But I know the time is now. I've been reading your body's signals, especially the loud sighs whenever we talk about it. You always mention it; if you're not ready now, you never will be.

You've been traveling on business and arranged for me to meet you at your hotel for a long evening of fun. First a little food to delight our senses and provide fuel for a strenuous evening. Room service delivers pasta and vegetables with a light sauce of tomatoes and chicken stock.

I brought ingredients for a chocolate fondue — two kinds of fine chocolate bars melted with heavy cream and just one teaspoon of brandy. Pound cake, bananas, and strawberries to dip in it. There is a forfeit if either of us drops the food in the fondue, or worse yet on the floor — a kiss wherever the other one wants.

We often indulge in champagne, but not this time; it would dull your senses for the pain play to come.

We're a little full after that, but a long hot shower, tapering off to warm, helps take care of that. More time passes while you rub my back and then the rest of my body, then I return the favor. We're almost too limp to move, and we haven't even gotten serious yet.

I spend a long time making love with you this time. Kissing the back of your neck, biting it lightly, then perhaps harder, whatever brings the pleasure noises. Kissing, licking, biting your nipples; wondering if you want to try the clamps this time.

From the dresser I take the silk scarf you wanted for your birthday present and use it to satisfy another fantasy: I blindfold you. Then I continue licking you everywhere but especially where you moan loudest. You never know where I will touch or nibble you next, but you know it will bring pleasure. I experiment on you with my hands, spanking you and twisting your nipples. When that brings sounds of pleasure, I get a light crop out of my toybag, making stingy sensations on your buttocks, thighs, nape of your neck, then your breasts, your nipples. That sounds promising, so I apply the clamps and distribute a few clothespins on your already inflamed breasts.

Eventually, I try the crop on your labia. You make appreciative noises, so I apply the tip around and even on your clitoris. I test how really aroused and wet you are, by inserting the tip of the crop into you. You just moan more encouragement.

You moan even louder while my lips and tongue worship your already stimulated clitoris. By the time I'm done you have come at least once and it's time for you to pleasure me. I remove the blindfold, clamps and clothespins and use another scarf to tie your hands to the bed. I kneel astride your chest and you open your mouth to me. I allow you to wrap your lips around my cock. You lick and suck on it, then I thrust deeply into your mouth, then throat, then pulling almost all the way out so your lips can pleasure the head again.

And now I'm ready too. I work my way slowly down your body, licking your ears, your mouth, your neck, your breasts, nipples, your belly. Then I slide up again, letting you feel my chest hair rub against your body as I position myself between your legs.

I won't last long once I'm in you, but the long buildup leaves you screaming in ecstasy. Once you get your breath back, you mumble that I have ruined you for any other lover and can't imagine it ever getting better. Little do you know.

Enjoying the afterglow, we lie together like spoons, me keeping your back warm, as we quietly confide our most erotic fantasies. Many of these are worn smooth, we've talked about them so many times....

Your desire for bondage and pain, which I have now at least partly satisfied. My desire for a woman who will try anal intercourse. Your asphyxia fetish, which encourages me to discuss my fantasies of strangling a woman to death in various ways....

A woman giving me a blowjob while she hangs......

Standing intercourse on a chair with a noose around her neck, then kick away the chair....

And one of my favorites, strangling a woman from behind while I'm in her ass.

Which leads quite naturally to one of your fantasies, being slowly strangled with a silk scarf. You mention that you brought with you the long, soft, scarf with the flower motif that I gave you last year.

Then my hands begin to roam idly over your body again, finding the areas you most like to have caressed. Not demanding, just reminding you of the possibilities of pleasure. Keeping both of us in a relaxed, pleasurable, partly aroused state.

If you suspect me of ulterior motives, you don't protest. Maybe you just don't care, as long as we are both having such fun. After all, you can always refuse — or so you think before the lassitude takes over.

But we're both too exhausted by that long session to do much more, so we lie there lazily, cuddling, chatting, not quite dozing. We cuddle for a couple of hours, but eventually I feel the need to get up. I bring back a plate of sliced fruit and a glass of the Schramsberg champagne I brought. We share them, both for pleasure and for the energy they provide.

I start murmuring to you. A nice, quiet, even voice. Just barely above a whisper, but loud enough you can hear the deep tones of my bass voice. Reminding you of the fantasy. I sense a slight hesitation in response and change my approach, talking about how beautiful you are. Still murmuring low, but with a little more music in my voice, I mention how much I've always wanted to take a woman anally. How I've hoped you would be the one to give me that gift. How much you like to please me.

I reach down to the chair where you folded up your silk robe and pull the belt free. I take one hand and tie the belt around your wrist. Then the other hand, still talking quietly as I tie your wrists together. A slight pressure on your back tells you to roll over and lie face down. I raise your hands slowly over your head, to the corner of the bed. Crawl across you, tie the silken belt to the bedpost.

Now you lie helpless, ready for me to do as I want with you. You could kick and thrash, perhaps, but even with your hands free it would be hard for you to resist me. With them bound like this you can't even run from me. Of course, you still have your voice. You could say, "No! Don't do this to me." But it's not that frightening, is it? Of course not. A new experience, given for my pleasure and yours. And you feel so relaxed after sex.

I nibble at your ears and neck, while one hand reaches down between your legs and plays with you until you are wet. I keep it up, slowly, too slow for you to reach the heights, until you start to whimper a little.

Now I get some oil and spread it generously between your buttocks. I coat my fingers with it and slowly press one against your asshole. Still talking. How much I want this. I want you to do this for me. You want to give me this. The finger slips in. And still my voice murmurs in your ear as another finger presses against the opening and worms its way into your ass.

My other hand plays with your labia and clit, while my voice reassures you that three fingers are bigger than my cock. My deep voice, asking you for this gift. When I judge you are ready, I carefully work a third finger into your asshole. Still my voice telling you, "Give me this. You want to give me this gift. For my pleasure, and yours."

Then the fingers withdraw. Perhaps you feel something missing without them. But you feel my body above you and my cock pressing gently against your rear hole. My voice, insistent in your ear. My cock, pressing just as insistently against your anus. Waiting for you.

When I feel the sphincter relax for me, I press gently forward until the head is nestled within your anus. I remind you that the head is the thickest part, the rest is easy. A pause to allow you to relax again, then I slowly push all the way in.

Now I am lying on top of you, warming your back with my body heat. My weight presses you down against the bed. Your hands are out of the way. And I am in you, where I want to be. Where you want me to be. Surely you have always wanted this?

One hand playing with your clit to keep you interested. My voice, talking to you about how tight your asshole is. How good it feels.

Now I bring up your other fantasy again. The scarf around your neck. Tight. Tighter. Slowly strangling you. You giving your life to me for your fantasy — and my own.

Now I reach out again, getting your long silk scarf from the end table. Soft. Strong. The beautiful print with the calla lilies. Such a soft thing. So soft. Surely not a threat. I lay it gently across the back of your neck.

My voice grows deeper and more musical. Almost chanting. I take up the theme of our fantasy. Of how beautiful your neck is. How sexy it will look with the scarf digging into it. Of the joy you will feel, surrendering your life to me. Allowing me to strangle you, slowly. Oh, so slowly. Until you stop, forever. For my pleasure. And for your pleasure. For the way you will feel, helpless, giving your breath, your life, to me. For that delicious, lightheaded feeling you will have toward the end.

And you feel so relaxed, and so good around my cock. You've granted me one pleasure I've always wanted. Won't you grant me this, too? It's something we've both wanted for a long time.

If you don't protest, I will take it as consent.

I pause briefly and listen. Waiting for an objection, even a whisper. But you are silent. Perhaps you consent. Perhaps you're just too relaxed to object. Perhaps you don't really believe me when I say I'm going to fulfill your deepest desire and strangle you to death.

You don't say anything, so I work the scarf around your neck. I cross the ends twice, making a nice loop around your neck. I start pulling, gently, as I move slowly in your ass. Just a gentle pressure, not enough to hurt or affect your breathing. Only a hint of what's coming.

I rummage in my toybag and find a shaving mirror. I prop it on the bed so I can see your face and the front of your neck.

You feel my chest warm your back, hear my voice in your ear. Quietly, reminding you how sexy this is. Going over our fantasies, how much I want you this way. My gift to you. Your gift to me.

I increase the pressure, so slowly. Over a minute before you feel a catch in your breathing. Even longer before you are aware of any serious difficulty breathing. Perhaps you even find it frustrating that I am taking so long.

It hurts now, just a little. But still you hear me murmuring. How I want this. How you want this. How exciting it is. Just let go. Let go of your fear. Let go of your need to breathe. Give me the ultimate gift. Just let go.

I can hear your breathing grow ragged, and I pause again, to listen for a protest. Just a few seconds, your last chance to whisper if you want me to stop. But do you want me to stop? Do you really want me to stop? Which is more important to you? Your fear? Or my happiness? Our happiness?

No whisper of protest. For whatever reason, you didn't stop me. I pull a little harder, and now it's too late. You couldn't protest if you tried. A raspy gurgle or a wet gasping sound, perhaps. But not speech, there just isn't enough air any more.

And I'm talking to you again. Let go. Just relax and let go. This is your fantasy as much as my own. Feel me in you. My body warming your back. My breath and my teeth on the back of your neck. And the scarf, still smooth, but no longer quite so soft. That's right, just relax.

And ... slowly ... I increase the tension, pulling the scarf tighter and tighter around your neck, until even the gurgling stops. But my voice goes on. Let go. You don't really need to breathe, it's just an illusion from your body.

But your chest muscles have a life of their own. You are able to relax for perhaps 15 seconds, then your ribs strain to expand your lungs. But no air comes. Just my murmurs, Let go. Let it go.

Your head arches back as your chest muscles react to the choking sensation. Your nose and mouth stretch wide for air, but there is no air for you. No air, ever again. Your gift to me. Let go. Go.

I'm still moving slowly in your ass, but now your body adds its own motion as it struggles to free itself from the scarf that is strangling you. It's good, so very good. Thank you for this gift.

The need to breathe peaks, it seems unbearable, but you can still hear my voice telling you to let it go, let it all go. Let go of breath. Let go of life. Let go of your body.

And now you seem to be floating somewhere else. The needs of your body no longer seem to matter. There is just the dreamy sensation, the warm pressure on your neck, and my cock in your asshole. There's a ringing in your ears, making it hard to hear my voice but it seems to be in the same rhythm. Let go. No more pain. No more air. No more... Go...

Nothing is real now, not even your body. Am I moving faster and harder? Was that a warm spurting within your ass? Did my voice, so calm and even, rise to a scream of pleasure? You can't even tell if that was a final orgasm or just another convulsion as your body goes away from you forever. Everything goes gray, then black, and you know no more. No more. No more breath. No more hunger. Letting go... No more...

Until you wake up again, cradled in my arms, your hands free. Your neck hurts, so does your chest. But you feel so fulfilled. And I feel it too. Thank you for letting go. I kiss you again, your lips, your ears, your neck, your eyelids. Not sexy now, just affectionate. Thank you for your gift. I have lent it back to you, this time. Next time? Who knows....

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