For these 72 hours I was his and I would serve him well. I only hoped I could make him proud. He came back to me with a rope and tied a noose, he saw the me flinch only the tiniest bit. He laughed gaining pleasure from my anxiety, the fear I know flashed in my eyes and he reveled in it. he placed the noose around my neck and the other end on the hook. I think I whimpered a bit, involuntarily he looked at me. Remember YOU asked for this don’t fucking complain now. I knew he was right, and I would do this I would suffer for him in silence, I would be a good girl. He went slow raising the rope little by little until my toes were the only thing floor. My brain started to panic I knew it was in my best interest not to thrash around so I fought it. I glanced at him and he was my calm. I knew I wouldn’t die not here, not with him. This man bringing me my destruction would not kill me I took comfort in that. I looked in his eyes and I calmed, seeing his excitement and how alive this made him feel gave me resolve. My brain was trying to panic. Why was it taking so long to pass out? Is something wrong? The pressure in my head was almost unbearable as I hung there my entire weight just about supported by a rope around my neck. I think I prefer manual strangulation, I giggled in my head, must be the lack of oxygen I can barely get in a breath now. Just look at me. I heard the words not entirely sure they had been spoken or in my head, but it was the sound of his voice, so I obeyed.
Euphoria set in and everything began to dim. I closed my eyes as the world drifted away. I woke to a sharp pain on the side of my face and it took me a second to remember where I was. Then it came back to me, my eyes flew open to him above me hand raised back to slap me again. I grinned I really love asphyxiation I’m glad I agreed to this new experience. This one was for me as well as him. Good slave he told me as I got a hold of myself. I got a tingle up my spine as he said these words, I was beginning to live for his praise. He handed the bottle of water to me. I drank and it hurt to sallow. I flinched but didn’t complain I must remember I asked for this. He got to his feet, I got to my knees waiting for his words his commands. Come he said as he walked over to a chair and sat. I knew what I was to do I hurriedly crawled on my knees to his feet and remembered not to touch him, I liked my teeth. And took him into my mouth fucking him with my throat. I sucked his cock vigorously. I wanted to moan but I didn’t, his wrath wasn’t something I wanted to endure at that moment. I serviced him for a long time wanting to please him my jaw was sore and tired my throat raw, but I didn’t dare stop. More than once he grabbed my hair and forced himself deep in my throat making small thrusts keeping his cock deep in there blocking sweet oxygen until the moment just before I passed out, bringing to the edge and pulling me back to push me back again.
When he had came in my throat for the fourth time, he stood pulling me to my feet by my hair dragging me to a pull-out couch with the mattress removed. The frame looked cold and unforgiving. You know what we are going to do now? I shook my head from side to side. Well we are going to try the very thing you’ve been dying to try, been begging me for. I am going to electrocute you now. He was right I had begged, through all out all our messages I mentioned it several times. I wanted to feel electricity run through my body. Now that the moment had come, I was terrified. I looked up at him wide eyed, breathing hard, hyperventilating. I fought against my urge to move away I fought against my brain screaming at me to run. He looked down at me amused. He was enjoying my fear, was so palpable in the air he could probably smell and taste it, he the predator, me the willing prey, a beautiful balance. In this moment he was MY sadist, I was HIS masochist and we needed each other. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath finding my resolve. I would not die here; this is just pain and WE need it.