I’m relaxing by the fire tonight, enjoying a few glasses of excellent wine. Tomorrow, my domineering, sadistic lover will return from her business trip. Before she left, she installed a
new torture device within our private dungeon playroom and locked the door. And knowing all my darkest masochistic fantasies, she hinted that it would truly be something to die for.
With all the hints I’ve been dropping for the last six months, I’m hoping she’s finally purchased that guillotine I’ve fantasized about. Perhaps tomorrow night, I’ll be naked on my knees,
gagged with my wrists bound behind my back, my neck tightly secured within the guillotine’s lunette, with the guillotine’s razor-sharp blade poised high above my neck.
Then, with me helplessly secured on that guillotine, she’ll proceed to fuck me senseless with that massive vibrating strap-on dildo she likes so much. Of course, I’ll struggle against it,
but when I finally reach orgasm, she’ll release that guillotine’s blade, brutally decapitating me as I climax.
When you’re a devoted masochist, some fantasies are truly worth dying for...