Sir John sat reading in his armchair, a large book in his lap. It is a beautifully illustrated collection of some of his favorite bondage tales. It was in the early evening and he had changed into a robe and slippers.
"Here is your brandy, Sir John...Oops!" said Marie, the maid. As she bent to set his drink on the table next to him, the glass slipped from her hand and spilled across his lap.
"That's the last time that I let your bumbling go unpunished!" shouted John. "Such ineptitude is inexcusable. I have half a mind to throttle you senseless."
Then he takes her, yanks up her skirt, spanks her over his lap as he had always been meaning to do. Marie wears no panties tonight. she squirms and kicks. He feels her hot pussy. She is turned on and oozing. He pulls her to feet, takes a short cord and ties her wrists together behind her back. He takes the sash belt from around the waist of his robe and quickly fashions a noose in one end. "You don't comprehend the seriousness of your predicament, my dear!" he says. "I'm going to make you do a little dance. Perhaps a good hanging will give you something to think about!" He holds her fast while she protests, and he slips the noose over her head, lifts her long hair up and through the loop, and then snugs the cord around her neck. He grabs her by the hips and lifts her up onto a footstool that he has slid underneath the edge of a balcony that looks out onto the library.
"Now, a moment to fix the cord before you take flight, my careless girl!" He steps up onto the stool next to her, and passed the cord around one of the balcony rails. He pulls it until all the slack is gone and the noose is tugging at her neck, then he ties the cord with a slip knot.
He steps down to admire his work. His robe falls slightly open to reveal his hard prick throbbing. He steps forward and grabs her firmly on the ass. She looks down at him full of fear and with wide eyes. He holds her butt tightly with one hand and slides his hand up her thigh. Then in one move he tugs her skirt and panties down her legs. They fall at her feet on the stool. Her blouse he unbuttons with nimble fingers. he pushes it down around her pinioned arms. Her bra fastens in the front, so it is quickly unfastened and joins her blouse. Her breasts slip free and sag slightly downward. He squeezes each of her nipples gently until it stands erect. "Sir John, please!"
He strokes her pussy lips lightly with his finger tips. She is wet and feels a nasty excitement. She is scared by what she thinks he wants to do, yet she is also somehow excited by her fear. He slips a finger between her lips and strokes her cunt.
She squirms about trying to stand upright, yet wanting to crouch down and spread her legs. The noose tugs at her throat. "Oh, please sir, Let me down!" she moans. "Please, you don't mean to hang me, do you? Certainly, it is a jest of yours, sir."
He adds another finger to his insistent prodding, and strokes her inner walls with more vigor. "Why certainly I will let you down, Marie, but only after you've had some time to stretch that pretty slender neck of yours. Are you ready for your hanging, my sweet? The moment is at hand!" He slid his fingers from her, and slowly pushed the rolling footstool behind her. She was forced to take a small step across the top of the stool and then her final step. As she realized that there was nothing for her to step onto, she whimpered in fright.
She stepped into space and hung by her neck. The noose pulled much tighter about her throat and choked off her whimpers into faint gurgles. Her shoes slip from her feet and fall to the floor beneath her. Her toes point down and wave vainly back and forth in an attempt to reach some footing. As she twisted slowly about on the end of the rope, she lifts one leg, then the other, thinking to step back onto the footstool. As she does so, she opens her thighs to reveal her puffy excited pussy lips and the hard throbbing clit they frame.
She feels her face reddening and her pulse pounding. Her arms struggle and her breasts wobble back and forth with her efforts. Her clit feels like it is swelling larger. Sir John stands next to her, watching her increasingly frantic contortions. His prick stands out from his waist, jerking with each of his heartbeats. She starts to kick now, becoming more desperate as she strangles. Her kicking tightens the noose further, choking her gurgles into silence.
Now her struggle is more frantic and rapid. She gives spastic little kicks and her arms are tightly straining at the bonds. She feels her pussy clenching strongly at nothing, squeezing down rhythmically. The throbbing grows and as her vision starts to go red she feels the orgasm coming. Her body arches stiffly taut, her toes curl up tight, and then she shakes with the unexpected release. Her body twitches and jerks helplessly as she cums.
Sir John tugs the slip knot and catches the half unconscious girl
as she falls. He loosens the noose and carries her over to the sofa
where he props her up. She gasps for breath, and shudders as she
feels a pins-and-needles sensation across her body. John rapidly
kneels before her, lifts up her legs, and sinks his rock hard cock into
her juicy tight cunt. A few hard strokes are all that are required to
send him over the brink. He groans loudly and his prick jumps and
spurts copiously into her cunt.
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