Danielle struggled desperately to escape the unyielding restraints that held her helplessly spread-eagled across the
cold granite platform. The pungent smell of burning stone threatened to overwhelm her senses with every breath she took...
She'd first met David at one of those trendy bay area nightclubs, the dark look in his eyes promising more then even Danielle's
wildest most masochistically submissive dreams. That first night of animalistic abandon, the way he'd forced her to satisfy
his most degrading carnal desires, they way she'd so willingly submitted to his brutal demands.
Even now, six years later, the months that followed still seem a blur. It turned out David was rich beyond imagining, the
wild weekends in London, Paris, Madrid and Tokyo. The extravagant parties held at his San Francisco penthouse, parties that
would inevitably become private darkly erotic orgies of dominance and submission held in his secret dungeon playroom. It was
there that he proposed...
Stretched in unrelenting agony across the wheel, each delightfully painful advance of the wheel bringing fresh unstoppable
screams of torment to my lips, David suddenly paused to kiss me and brought out the ring. I remember staring at that huge diamond
shinning in the cold light of the dungeon and then smiling as I casually said, "So, I guess if I refuse to give you an answer
you're planning to torture me until I accept?"
Seeing the look of sadistic lust in David's eyes, I stated, "It'll take more then a few more notches on this rack to compel me to
answer." Smiling, I continued, "You may need to employ a whip or two and perhaps even a cattle prod."
Well, needless to say, before the night was over I accepted David's proposal and two weeks later we were married in a small intimate ceremony on
his private island in the Bahamas. At the time I didn't give much thought to that pre-nuptial agreement I'd signed. Of course, now
I'd wished I'd read the fine print...
David made his considerable fortune working in the defense industry; his company had made an unprecedented breakthrough in the field
of high power lasers, something called high energy fusion pumped continuous beam technology.
All of which brings us back to the present and my perilously deadly predicament. My husband David and some of our closest orgy
friends are watching intently as his company's newest high power laser cuts deeply into the polished granite platform beneath me. David
explained that it's a state of the art laser with a continuous beam yield of just over two terawatts. He even promised that I'd be alive
and hopefully still conscious when the beam sliced into my heart...
David has always been such a thoughtful husband. I just wished I'd realized that our pre-nuptial had such a draconian early termination clause...