Given her lifelong fascination with “The Terror” and the cold brutality of the guillotine Jeanette always found it just a bit ironic that her birthday fell on the day after Bastille Day. Than last year, on her thirtieth birthday, she’d finally decided that this year she’d indulge in her darkest fantasy.

And it still amazed Jeanette what some people would become willing to build if you simply offered them enough money.

Standing before the control panel Jeanette paused to stare at the ominously waiting guillotine, for as long as she could remember dying under the blade of the guillotine had been her most intense erotic fantasy. She could already feel her heart racing as she turned her attention back to the control settings. Leaving the guillotine’s bed controls in the default timer mode Jeanette set the restraint lock delay to 60 seconds and the execution delay to random, allowing the controller to decide the timing of the blade’s decent, a delay interval between as little as 10 seconds or as long as 120 seconds. Then taking a deep breath Jeanette grasped the two large activation handles and pulled them toward her activating the guillotine’s execution sequence.

Jeanette watched in darkly erotic fascination as the guillotine’s heavy steel execution bed slowly swung up and back into its vertical loading position. Once the execution bed stopped and the restraints fully opened she’d have just 60 seconds to get into position before they started to close.

I could feel myself trembling with excitement as I stood waiting for the restraints to finish closing. This was finally it the point of no return, once the restraints locked I would be inescapably committed. I held my breath as I felt the cool steel closing around my throat and ankles, the restraint bar behind my back forcing my breasts firmly up against the smooth hard surface of the guillotine’s execution bed. With a faint click the restraints locked close as the execution bed lifted my heels from the floor and began its slow steady return back to its execution position.

I felt utterly helpless, my body held inescapably tight by the unyielding metal restraints as the execution bed slowly swung up and forward propelling me toward the waiting vertical rails that would soon guide the deadly descent of the guillotine’s blade.

A sudden gasp of pure carnal delight echoed of the chamber’s walls as the execution bed neared the end of its ominous journey, the steady increasing angle of Jeanette’s restrained body finally causing the powerful vibrator nestled within the heated depths of her sex to switch on.

With a sharp metallic click the guillotine’s execution bed completed its journey and locked into place with Jeanette’s slender throat positioned directly beneath the deadly blade poised high above.

Jeanette could sense one of the most powerful orgasms of her life building, the incredible excitement of knowing the guillotine’s blade might decapitate her at any moment combining with the powerful vibrator within her belly driving her rapidly toward what promised to be a breathtaking climax.

Her body already succumbing to her rapidly approaching orgasm Jeanette felt the walls of her vagina tightening around the powerful vibrator trapped inside her sex in an utterly overwhelming desire to draw it deeper, to milk every last bit of possible pleasure from it thick phallic presence.

Jeanette struggled to breathe as an unstoppable wave of orgasmic pleasure started to rapidly overwhelm her senses, she was right on the edge of orgasm, just a few more seconds and she’d climax, just a few more sec...

Blinking in surprise Jeanette stared at the blood splatter walls of the bucket where her decapitated head now rested, her mind awash with erotic disappointment and a steady dull throbbing pain. Her last mortal thought, “I should have used a more powerful vibrator.”