The night has finally arrived. All my preparations are complete, and I was longing to experience my darkest erotic fantasy.
Finishing with my makeup and hair, I slipped out of my silk robe and dressed, first, shimmery black tights and a pair of blood-red satin thong panties. Next,
a matching satin corset, the most restrictive I’ve ever owned, tightening its laces until it’s hard to breathe, then drew it even tighter. Finally, matching
high heels and long gloves completed my darkly erotic ensemble. Pausing to admire my reflection in the dressing room’s mirror, I smiled and eagerly headed downstairs.
Entering the storeroom behind the garage, I opened the chest freezer and removed the large block of ice, setting it on the floor next to the garrote and picking
up the heavy hundred-pound weight, carefully placing it on top of the ice. Turning to the garrote, I opened the one-way ratchet and loosened the rope until the
strangulation loop was big enough to slip my head through, then reclosed the ratchet, assuring that until it reopened, the cord could only grow tighter, not looser.
Pausing, I checked that the heavy round weight still rested on the concaved depression at the ice block’s center. Then, kneeling before the garrote’s post, I gingerly
raised my feet and secured the restraints around my ankles. Next came the large ballgag that I pressed deep within my mouth before tightly buckling its strap.
Slipping my head through the strangulation loop, I reached back and slowly tightened the garrote, its one-way ratchet clicking as I drew the rope snug around my throat.
With the rope snug, I clipped the chain dangling from the garrote’s handle to the weight’s ring.
The moment of truth had finally arrived. Reaching into the cleavage of my corset enhanced breasts, I removed the small wireless remote and switched on the two massive,
powerful vibrators filling me both vaginally and anally. Tossing aside the remote, I brought my hands together behind the garrote’s post and snapped the restraints
closed around my wrists.
I was helplessly trapped, my darkly perilous fate sealed. Over the next hour, as the ice slowly melts, that massive weight gradually sank toward the floor, slowly removing
the chain’s slack until the descending weight finally drew the chain taut.
A few minutes later, I heard the soft click of the garrote’s one-way ratchet for the first time since I’d finished tightening the rope snuggly around my throat.
“Click”
Having tested the garrote’s diabolic tightening arrangement dozens of times over the last month, I knew that it would be another hour before the last of the ice melts and
that heavy metal ball finally reaches the floor.
Of course, tonight, with my neck within the strangulation loop, that weight will not reach the floor. The steadily tightening rope around my throat will end my life long
before that finally happened.
“Click”
I felt the rope starting to grow uncomfortably tight around my throat. My breathing was becoming more labored. It was gradually becoming tougher to draw that next breath.
“Click”
Alright, now I was starting to panic. I had to fight for every shallow breath I managed to take, the constant orgasms those two impossibly powerful vibrators were inflicting,
an unwelcome distraction, as I desperately struggled to draw my next life-sustaining breath.
“Click”
The moment I’d dreaded had finally arrived. The garrote’s strangulation loop had tightened to the point where I couldn’t draw my next desperate breath. Helplessly struggling
to breathe, I knew I was dying, my eyesight growing darker by the second.
“Click”
“Click”
“Click”