My first time...
by Elaine

You tied me securely to the chair. I knew this position so well, sitting on the chair, my feet on the chair, my arms tied to the back of the chair - open to your touch, helpless...

We have played this way before, many times. As often, the chair is placed in front of the big mirror in our dungeon. You introduced me to this kind of games, putting me in bondage, bringing me to the point where I would do anything to reach my climax, stimulating me with your skilled touch, adding fear to it as I realize how helpless I am, how much I gave away control.

I watch you and me in the mirror, feeling your gentle touches on my skin, a caress on my breasts, a touch inside my thighs, a tender pull on an erect nipple. I hear my breath, my moans, I feel the wetness between my legs, the pulse in my swollen lips. I watch my dark skinned face in the mirror, I see the arousal, the sweat on my upper lip, that frames the gag in my mouth so eroticly. I love the gag. I hate it. It always takes away the last piece of control over the situation. I love it. And with the lost of control, the fear growes. I hate the gag. And with the growing fear growes the arousal. I hate it. I love it. I need it.

I know this scenario. We have played it often.

But today it's different. Today, I see much more fear in my eyes. I feel it physicly in my stomach and... between my legs. I always trusted you, believing you would never hurt me. Yes, I knew you would allways try to expand my limits, but never really hurt me. I had faith in you.

Until today.

Until you whispered in my ear that you know about my secret fantasy. That you found my diary. Today you would make my darkest dream come true. Today you'll strangle me.

I feel the silk rope loosely around my neck. It feels cool on my skin. I know it will bite in my skin soon, restricting my breath, strangling me. You explained me the knot you made. You showed me how the noose would tighten when you pull on the end of the rope...

I feel your fingers in me. Oh god, you know my body too well! You know where to touch me, how to highten my arousal, even against my will. No, not against my will... Deeply in me I know I want it. Your fingers, my arousal intensified by the fear I feel. A fear that raises with the arousal. For I know what will happen when I climax.

When my orgasm begins, you will strangle me.

I try to fight it, to deny my pleasure. But your fingers keep on massaging my sweet spots while you're whispering in my ear how much you will enjoy watching me suffer, how I will look like. Tears are running down my cheeks as I feel how I loose the battle, as I feel the warm feeling of my lust start to spread through my body. My breathing accelerates, deeply I inhale the sweet air through my nose. My eyes open wide as I watch you reach behind my head.

I don't get enough oxygen, gagged as I am. I feel lightheaded, my arousal raises and raises as my fear does as I see you reach behind me. You unbuckle the gag and removes it from my face and I inhale deeply. Being finally able to breath, the wave of my orgasm stops, dangling over me, threatening me.

And as I start to speak you pull on the rope.

I feel the rope tighten around my neck, constricting my breath and now I feel the fear physicly between my legs. I hear the rasping sounds as I inhale, I choke, I cough... I start to fight my bonds, but you secured me way too well. In my fighting I'm only able to move my hips and I press my sex against your hand, your intruding fingers. My blood roars in my ears and I see my face getting even darker in the mirror.


You yank the rope a bite tighter, denying my breath almost completly now. I feel my pulse drum in my head. I realize how the border of my vision gets dark and I know I'm starting to faint. My mouth opens I gasp for air, my tongue gets in the way as it swells. I watch your smile at the gasping, fighting woman in the mirror - my god you look so cruel!

I hear my gurgling breath, my head feels so warm, so light, your fingers touch me, touch me, I know you love me, your fingers in my sex, wiggling, let me go, I want you deeper in me, don't stop, my world explodes, my scream is a hoarse wet sound that is cut as you pull the noose tight, I vanish in my pulsing lust...

I come back in your arms, sweet breath fills my lungs.

Now you are whispering your love in my ears.

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