The gentlemen’s club (bonus story) 4.5 (46)

Posted on August 31, 2021 by riwa

Brian leads me in naked. I cannot see with the blindfold on my face. But I trust him implicitly as he leads me over to the chair.

I hear the voices of the males in the room. They grow silent as Brian helps me find the chair. I feel around for it until I grasp onto the protruding phallus sticking up out of the seat.

I smile in the direction of those watching me as I gingerly adjust myself onto the chair. I slowly impale my pussy on the phallus until it completely fills me. I adjust my position until I’m comfortable… or at least as comfortable as one can be in my situation.

Brian drapes a tie in my hand, telling me, “Compliments of one of our guests.” I blindly smile forward. Then I take the tie and deliberately wrap it around my neck.

I grasp onto both ends. Then I began to pull. It’s that moment of strangulation that causes my pussy to contract around the dildo I’m impaled upon.

I ride it as I strangle myself. My head turns from side to side, although I cannot see anything: neither Brian nor our paying customers. I had no idea I would be making money in a Gentlemen’s club off my fetish.

I pull harder, thoroughly strangling myself. I begin to rasp and struggle. My cunt clenches even tighter around the phallus inside me. I’m such an asphyxia slut.

I hear murmurs of excitement from the audience. I can detect both male and female voices. It amazes me how many bitches out there love watching a whore strangle herself while impaled by a big dick.

I wheeze as I start to struggle. I try to pull hard on the tie around my throat. But self-preservation inevitably sets in.

I release my grasp on the tie when I see stars. My pussy is soaked; I nearly came that time. My hands tremble as my body gets the shakes.

“Brian?” I murmur loud enough for the audience to hear. “I’m going to need a little help here.”

The poor lad is an orbiter. I’ve taken plenty from him, but I’ve never given back. He wants to marry me, and he often gives me money and attention. But to me that’s all he’s good for.

I hear him shuffle up behind me. I feel him grab both ends of the tie. That’s when I reach down to touch my swollen nub while using my other hand to grope my boobs.

Brian begins to strangle me from behind. I hear excited murmurs from my audience. It’s a private showing for club members, as well as their friends, wives and girlfriends.

Brian pulls a little tighter. It sets my clit on fire. I furiously rub it with my fingers as my cunt clenches involuntarily around the phallus inside me. This time I’m definitely going to cum.

I hear growing murmurs of excitement from those watching me. Some woman eagerly gasps, “Strangle the fucking bitch!” Her words fill me with a terrible arousal.

My fingers blur over my swollen button. Brian pulls harder on the tie. But I know he won’t harm me. He’s a beta, hopelessly in love with me.

The man who paid for the privilege of seeing me strangled with his tie will get it back before the night is over. Will he retire it to some special location? Will he masturbate over and over to it in remembrance of how it was used to strangle me? It turns me on knowing he’ll get horny thinking about me long after this night is over.

Brian pulls harder on the tie. It gets to the point where I can hardly breathe at all. That’s when panic threatens to overwhelm me.

My hands reach up to stop him. My fingers claw at the tie around my throat. My body rocks as I furiously ride the thick phallus inside me.

I want to breathe – I need to breathe – I need air! Is Brian going to take me too far? He wouldn’t dare, would he?? GAWD; I WANT AIR!

I try to pull against the tie around my neck. Brian just maintains the tension, knowing how much I love it. He loves me, so I know he won’t hurt me. But he’s pulling so damned tight!

I’ve never have sex with him, although he wants me to. He would never hurt me, so I trust him with my life. But why the hell is he pulling it so tight??

I find myself wondering if I’ve misjudged him. Is this his revenge for not getting to stick his dick inside me?? Would he strangle me to death in front of a roomful of customers??

The stars return as I struggle in the chair. Then I’m cumming like a fucking whore. I make a huge mess on the chair as I furiously milk the phallus I’m impaled upon.

I shudder as my arms suddenly fell to my sides. I go into what feels like spasms and seizures. Then I’m aware of nothing at all.

Brian tells me there’s always a palpable excitement from the audience at this point. I’m not out very long. Then I start to come around as I go into little recovery spasms.

I hear enthusiastic applause. That’s when I allow myself an inward smile. I’ve done it again, putting on a good show while cumming all over myself.

I can’t help wondering if I’m the only one. How many guys creamed themselves watching Brian strangle me into unconsciousness? How many bitches climaxed to my suffering?

The tie is removed. I hear Brian giving it back to the guy in the audience. There’s more applause, along with several murmurs of “Lucky bastard.”

Brian helps me up off the chair. I hear him ask, “You ok?” The dildo slurps out of my soaked pussy with a wet plop. Then he gingerly walks me off the stage.

He holds my hand as he quietly tells me, “You did it again, Teri. You had them eating out of the palm of your hand. I saw guys and gals all rubbing crotches.”

“Did you have to strangle me so hard?”

“I thought you loved it like that.”

“Just be careful, ok?” Actually, he was just fine with the way he strangled me. But I always like to put him in his place.

I allow him to walk me back to my changing room as I don’t want to see anyone coming and going. Club members like having that anonymity with me. Besides, I’m well paid. Even Brian gets a percentage when he goes out into the audience. Got to give the guy a bone every now and then, right?

A niggling thought tickles the back of my brain. What if Brian gets pissed one day? What if he strangles me for not marrying him… for not allowing him to fuck me?

I tell myself that would never happen. He’s too much in love with me. He thinks someday I’ll come around, and he’s willing to wait.

But sometimes I can’t help thinking about it, especially when he’s at the height of strangling me. Is that why I keep going through the risk? Is it the erotic thrill of the unknown? The thought gives me a delicious shiver that settles in my pussy, making it tingle with longing.

—

At the top of the next hour Brian leads me in again. Once more I’m naked and blindfolded. There’s something about performing nude without sight that gives me an added thrill.

Once more I’m lead to my chair. I feel around until I detect the protruding phallus. Then I gingerly sit down upon it again until my cunt is fully impaled.

“Slut!” a female voice calls forth from the audience. I smile inwardly. I do not mind the names, so long as they keep providing the coin I desire.

I begin to ride the large dildo inside me. It isn’t long before Brian places something in my hand. It crinkles, and I know exactly what to do with it.

I fumble around until I find the opening. Then I pull the bag down over my head. I close it off around my throat, gently choking myself.

I breathe normally as I ride the phallus. It isn’t long before the air in the bag becomes stale from my exhalations. That’s when it starts deflating tighter against my face.

I ride my chair-cock harder as the bag deflates more noticeably. I love the way it tightens against my face. It gives me such a thrill despite the growing panic of breathlessness.

I inhale deeply until the bag pulls tightly to my face. I begin to shudder as I start to panic. My hands quickly open the bag, and I gratefully breathe fresh air.

I hear excited murmurs from the audience. I pull the bag back down over my head. Then I begin the process anew.

I feel that thrill again as the bag starts deflating against my face. I struggle for as long as I can. My pussy becomes so wet that it squishes around the phallus inside it.

Once more I reach that delicious point of panic and growing terror. I frantically pull the bag up off my face. Then I pant for breath.

A female voice out in the audience cries out, “Suffocate her with these!” I look all around, although I cannot see a thing. I hear Brian walk out into the audience. A moment later he returns.

Something soft and silky is put into my grasp. He bends down and says in my ear, “Compliments of a fan, Teri.” I blindly smile toward the audience, wondering who made the donation.

I pull the bag back down over my head. Then I wrap the nylons around my neck. It seals off the bag far better than the grasp of my hands around my throat.

I ride the phallus harder as the bag begins to deflate in a more pronounced manner. Now it will take more time to release the nylons, open the bag and get the air I’ll need to breathe. A delicious thought goes through my mind how this could go horribly wrong if I cannot get the bag off my head in time.

I breathe harder, my lungs protesting at being forced to recycle my exhaled breaths. The bag crinkles as it inflates and deflates. My pussy drips copiously as I ride the dildo with more urgency.

I begin to shudder as I struggle for air. Then I frantically unwarp the nylons from around my throat. The bag opens up and I pant wildly for breath.

That same female voice enthusiastically cries out, “Bag the slut!” That’s when I feel Brian grab onto my left wrist. With a familiar clicking sound he cuffs my arm to the back chair leg.

Brian does the same to my right wrist. Now I cannot use my hands at all. I suddenly feel quite vulnerable… totally at his mercy.

I tremble with anticipation as I wait for what I know is coming next. The bag is slowly brought down over my head again. Then the nylons tighten around my throat, sealing in my exhalations.

I tremble from a fearful arousal as I try to breathe normally. But I cannot help clenching around the phallus inside me. It drives me wild, especially since I cannot get a decent breath of fresh, clean air.

My lungs protest as I breathe in my own exhalations. I inhale harder, trying to get fresh air. The bag crinkles as it deflates tighter and tighter against my face.

My hands instinctively jerk against my restraints. I begin to wriggle around in the chair. The bag clings tighter to my face, outlining my eyes, nose and gaping maw.

I desperately open my mouth wide for that badly needed breath. But it’s foul and stale. I suck the bag into my mouth, my lungs protesting my stupidity.

It’s not long before I begin to panic. I want the bag off my head in the worst way! And I want the nylons removed from around my throat.

I hear that female voice cry out, “Bag the bitch; make her suffer!” Other voices eagerly take up the cry. That’s when I easily slip into full panic mode… “MY GAWD; THEY WANT ME DEAD!”

I struggle as I thrash about in the chair. It becomes soaked from my flowing juices. A devastating orgasm batters me into oblivion.

When my senses return, I’m aware of applause as well as enthusiastic cries. I’m sore from riding the phallus and cumming so hard. The bag and nylons are gone; Brian is in the process of removing my cuffs.

Once more he gingerly helps me up out of my chair. I’m slowly led away to more applause. I’m sore as hell, but my body thrums with delicious aftershocks. I’ll need the full hour to recover in time for my next session.

—

At the top of the next hour I’m led back in for another performance. Brian has to lead me in again. Once more the blindfold renders my vision ineffective.

When I reach down for the seat of the chair, I discover a vibrating dildo instead of the embedded phallus. I pick it up and smile in the direction of my audience. I have no idea how many people are watching.

I carefully sit down in the chair. Then I start using the vibrating toy on my pussy. Anticipation of being strangled quickly makes me wet.

I hear murmurs of excitement among the spectators. Then I feel Brian loop a rope around my neck. I shiver as I gasp for breath.

He gives me what feels like another rope. I pull on it until my head tips. It’s obviously connected to my noose from a point up in the ceiling.

I push the toy deep into my wet slit, wasting no time. I pull harder on the rope, partially strangling myself. I rasp and gurgle as I fuck myself with the vibrating dildo.

I pull a little harder, almost lifting myself up off the chair. My breathing is immediately restricted. My cunt clenches around the toy inside me.

I pull up and down on the rope, teasing myself as I strangle myself. I hear appreciative murmurs from the crowd. I smile in their direction.

I reach a point where I really try to strangle myself. I pull as hard as I can until I feel my face turn red. My pussy gushes as I begin to shudder, making me let go of the rope.

Brian comes over and loosens it from around my neck. I pause to catch my breath, the seat of my chair soaked again. Then Brian reaches around and moves my arms as though instructing me to use both hands on myself

I start using the toy with one hand while I cup and fondle my swollen mounds with the other. That’s when I feel the rope start to tighten. Once again, Brian is helping to strangle me.

He toys with me, pulling hard and then easing back up. I rasp and gurgle as I use the toy with one hand while swirling my swollen nub with the other. My heart hammers in my chest from the excitement of playing with myself while being asphyxiated. And to think I actually get paid for doing this!

Brian leans into the rope. It tightens around my throat. Jolts of breathless pleasure settle in my throbbing pussy.

He pulls a little harder. I can actually feel myself being lifted up off the chair. I slide the vibrating toy inside me until I’m sitting on it.

The vibrations send jolts of pure pleasure racing through me. But now it’s getting really hard to breathe. Fingers feverishly swirl my button with one hand while the other hand climbs my chest in growing alarm.

Brian pulls a little harder. It almost chokes my breath off. Instinctively I reach up to relieve the pressure.

I forget all about the toy as it remains jammed inside me. Now I claw at the rope with both hands, desperate for another breath. Ragged gasps escape my lips as my face turns red.

I start to panic again. Damnit, why does Brian push my limits like this?? Then I’m shuddering as I claw at the noose strangling me to death.

I see stars as my chest heaves. My mouth opens and closes, my tongue frantic to taste just the smallest wisp of air. Spasms and convulsions batter me into unconsciousness as my pussy ejaculates.

I awaken to a sore neck and enthusiastic cheers. I rub my throat, but the noose has been removed. Once more they love my performance.

I’ve totally soaked the seat of the chair I’m sitting on. Brian helps me to my feet. I’m wobbly as he leads me away.

The enthusiasm of my audience follows me out. One more performance, and my shift will be over. I can’t wait to orgasm one more time while I’m being asphyxiated.

—

Once more Brian leads me out naked and blindfolded. This performance will be somewhat different. It should also be the one that generates the most cash from my customers.

I’m led out until Briand puts my hand on a wooden post sticking up off the floor. My bare feet detect cushions lying in front of it. I become both scared and excited.

Brian whispers in my ear, “One of these days you should let me have a turn, Teri. You know I’d do anything for you.”

“One of these days, Brian,” I whisper in reply. But I don’t ever plan on giving him the chance. He’s a beta, an orbiter. He doesn’t deserve a chance.

Oh, I’m sure there are betas in the crowd. But I don’t know what any of them look like, so I can always pretend. And since they all have money, I really don’t give a damn.

I’ve seen Brian enough to know he’s nice enough. But he’s never getting into my pants, not ever. I just don’t feel that way about him.

I carefully kneel on the cushions, making sure my legs straddle the base of the post behind me. Brian takes my wrists and pulls them behind my back. It makes my tits stick out appetizingly.

He cuffs my wrists behind the post. Now I’m effectively immobilized. I won’t be going anywhere without his help.

I feel a plastic bag pulled down over my head. Brian is already getting the show started. Immediately I’m filled with an incredible arousal.

He tightens it around my neck until I can’t get any seepage of air. It isn’t long until the bag starts to noticeably deflate. It gets pulled tight against my face as I struggle against my stale exhalations.

My mind cries out as I breathe my own breath. My wrists jerk in vain behind the post as my pussy moistens considerably. Then he pulls the bag up off my head.

I pant gratefully, trying to catch my breath. Then I feel something wrap around my throat. It tightens until I’m pulled back against the post.

I tremble as the garrote around my neck begins to constrict. It’s deliciously slow. My breathing becomes severely restricted.

I start to struggle again as I attempt to breathe. It feels like my throat is all but closed off. Then the garrote loosens around my neck.

“So who’ll be first?” I hear Brian tell my audience. It doesn’t take long before I hear some male come up onto the stage. He’d better have lots of money on him.

I hear what sounds like something being deposited into the nearby jar Brian has left out here near the post. Then I hear a fly unzip. That’s when I get the shakes as I become both frightened and excited.

A cock pushes itself against my lips. I open my mouth and it pushes its way inside. He paid for this, so I’m honor-bound to give it to him.

He slowly thrusts in and out. I grunt as I slurp my tongue all around his shaft. I’m as noisy as can be, so the others will know what kind of eager performance they’ll receive, so long as they’re willing to pay handsomely for it.

The cock pushes deeper until it almost forces its way down my throat. I gag and grunt as I try to get another breath. Damn, Brian; tell this one not so deep!

The garrote suddenly tightens. My breath becomes restricted. The cock fucks my mouth harder.

I grunt and gurgle as I try to breathe. I’m filled with a terrible fire of intense arousal. I’m also frightened over what could happen to me if something goes wrong. Is that what makes me keep doing this?

The garrote tightens even more. I start choking and gagging. Gawd; that bastard Brian is really strangling me! Is this his way of paying me back for not letting him stick his dick inside me??

My wrists jerk around behind the post as I start to shudder. I can feel my face turn red. My mouth is fucked hard as I suction for all I’m worth. But the lack of oxygen to my brain makes me dizzy and light-headed.

My mind cries out for Brian to back off. Tell this bastard to take it easy, damn you! If you’re not careful, you’re both going to kill me!

I start to go into spasms as my senses diminish. I become aware of his grunts of release as his hot, salty seed fills my mouth. My eyes roll behind the blindfold. Then the garrote is loosened.

I feel a single splat of cream against my cheek. Damn; this bastard had a load! I hear oohs and aahs from the audience as he zips up. Then I hear applause.

Brian calls out, “Who else wants a turn?” I hear more footsteps before I detect what had better be the whisper of more cash going into that jar. Then my mouth is fucked again.

My cunt is wet; the cushion soaked beneath me. I suck on another cock, working it with my tongue as my cheeks go all concave. I know what’s coming, and I instinctively try to get him off before we reach that point.

All too soon I feel the garrote tighten around my throat again. I’m not exactly certain what it’s made of. It feels silky… as though someone has donated a pair of nylons to be used against me.

The garrote tightens until I can barely breathe. The cock fucks my mouth nice and hard. This one is just as rough as the last bastard who used my oral cavity for his pleasure.

I do my best to get him off. But my lack of air affects my ability to concentrate. Soon I’m thrashing about against the post as I struggle to breathe.

I see stars as my naked body shudders in protest. My nipples feel painfully erect. My pussy gushes as I struggle to pull a wisp of air down my throat.

The cock suddenly pulls out of my mouth. I feel creamy spurts hit my face. Males roar their approval as females urge him to “spunk that slut’s face!”

The next one is obviously a woman. She presses her wet cunt against my mouth. “Eat me, bitch, or you’ll never breathe again!”

Would Brian really let her do that to me?? I sure as hell hope not! Her threat fills me with a terrible arousal.

I lick and slurp, forced to get her off. “Strangle the bitch!” she demands. Then the garrote tightens once more around my throat.

My tongue pokes out in surrender. She grinds her cunt against my mouth as I struggle to breathe. Once more I start to thrash about in growing terror.

I feel a flush of fluid in my mouth. Then she pulls away as the garrote loosens. I pant gratefully for breath, wondering if I’ve been given a particularly sadistic crowd for my last performance of the night.

The bitch demands the bag. She wickedly pulls it down over my head. Then she pushes her wet cunt up against my mouth. I just hope she paid well for the privilege of asphyxiating me.

I’m surprised how effective it is. It isn’t long until I’m struggling to get any little wisp of air down my throat. I try to cry out, but I can’t get any air past my vocal chords.

“Suffocate for me, bitch!” the woman cackles. I get dizzy as I start seeing stars. My mind cries out for Brian not to let her take me too far. Then I go into spasms as I pass out.

When I regain consciousness I find I’m still handcuffed to the post. Brian announces this will be the last one for the night. Then one more sadistic bastard sticks his dick between my lips.

He thrusts in and out as Brian tightens the garrote yet again. I grunt as I rasp for breath. I make my cheeks go all concave as I try to get him off.

I sense movement from somewhere in the room. Are people leaving? Has Brian lost control??

The cock hits the back of my throat. I’m appreciative it’s not very long or very big. But that doesn’t matter, especially when behind me Brian pulls hard on my garrote.

Once more I begin to thrash about. I struggle as I kneel on the cushions beneath my legs. What good is kneeling in comfort if I can’t get a decent breath of air down my lungs??

I struggle as I try to free myself. My cuffed hands jerk helplessly behind the post. It feels like Brian is trying to strangle the shit out of me.

I try to cry out. But once more I can’t get any air past my vocal chords. My mind screams for Brian to put an end to this before he kills me. Then my mouth-rapist grunts out his release.

I get a mouthful of salty spunk. But I can’t swallow. My throat has been closed off.

I feel cream start to splatter me from all sides. It hits my tits, stomach and red, silky hair. Is the entire room having a big wank at my expense??

The bastard pulls out of my mouth. Then I hear a woman scream her orgasm. I get hit full in the face with her discharge. That’s the last thing I remember before I pass out.

When I awaken, I discover I’m no longer cuffed to the post. I feel like I’ve been cummed on all over. I feel like a mess.

“You ok, Teri?”

In reply I ask, “Did we make good money, Brian?” I pant tiredly as he helps me to my feet.

“Pretty good haul on that last one.”

“Good. I could use a hot soak in the tub before I go home.”

“Want me to join you, Teri?”

“Maybe another time, Brian.”

“You keep saying that, Teri, but you never do.”

“That’s because this isn’t that time. I’m sure the right time will come.”

He leads me blindfolded back to my dressing room. I wait until I’m inside before I pull it off from my eyes. I don’t want to see any of my customers out of respect for their privacy.

I look at my naked body and wince. I’ve really been cummed on tonight. Then I glare accusingly at Brian.

“I’m a mess. You really let them do it to me this time, didn’t you!”

He holds up a jar full of bills. “You always like the last one to be profitable, right?”

“It damned well better be after all I went through. Now get my bath drawn. I need a hot soak before I go home.”

Brian heads off to do my bidding. I can tell he’s a little downcast. But he does what I want him to do. That’s all that matters.

He knows how easy it would be for me to find someone else to do what he does. As a result, he’s a good little beta. As long as I keep stringing him along, I figure he’ll keep treating me the way I want to be treated.

2020 (written for Teri Jan 19 ’20 by riwa)

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The gallows in the courtyard 4.3 (41)

Posted on August 30, 2021 by riwa

There was a rap on the door, followed by a familiar voice. “Reilah?”

The maid gasped in alarm. She was not prepared to face Navi, certainly not at this moment.

“Just a moment, Mistress! I’m… I’m not decent!”

The door suddenly opened. Reilah saw her mistress standing framed in the doorway. Immediately she clutched the sheet to her neck, hoping to cover her privates…

It would not do to reveal to her employer she had just been masturbating.

“I have need of you, child.”

Reilah had already adjusted to the way her employer referred to her so intimately. “I’m not dressed, Mistress. Please, allow me to…”

“Now, Reilah.”

There were times when she could not resist that authoritative tone. This was one of those times. She slowly lowered the blanket from her body. Then she climbed out of bed.

She stood before her employer, almost naked. She wore only her black stockings and heels, presents from Mistress Navi. It was amazing how wonderful she felt in them.

“I cannot sleep, my child. I need your assistance. Come with me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Reilah could not help herself. She dutifully followed her Mistress as though in a trance. Being shamefully naked did not seem to bother her employer, certainly not at the moment.

Her heels clattered as they moved through the large estate until they descended the steps down into the courtyard outside. It was a warm, humid night. The dark sky was full of stars.

Navi led her maid over to the wooden structure in the center of the courtyard. A thick woven noose dangled from the point of the beam. Reilah inhaled sharply as she looked up at it.

“I cannot sleep, Reilah. I am too worked up. I need you to dance for me.” Then Mistress motioned at the noose.

Reilah watched as it lowered as if by magic. Then she swallowed hard. But she could not disobey.

She carefully walked over to the dangling noose, her heels clattering on stone. Then she reached out and touched it. “Dance for me, Reilah. I need you to dance for me.”

Reilah inhaled with fright as she took the noose into her trembling hands. Then she carefully looped it around her neck. “Now I want you to do for me what you were doing in your room, Reilah. Dance for me, my child.”

Navi motioned with her hand. The noose suddenly retracted upward as though it had a mind of its own. A moment later Reilah was kicking in vain for solid footing.

She rasped for breath as she tried to understand what was happening to her. At the same time she felt unexpected pleasure blossom between her legs. It was the same pleasure she’d felt up in her room a short time ago.

Her legs began to kick as she felt something pulse inside her. She reached down and touched herself. Fingers penetrated as she frantically tried to work that special feeling out of her dripping slit.

Mistress sighed with pleasure. She admired the stockings and heels she had given the young woman upon arrival at her estate. The fabric had sent messages back to her, indicating what the maid had just been doing in bed. Now they sent new messages, exciting messages of what was happening to Reilah’s body.

“Yes, my child. Dance for me.” And Reilah danced as her body came alive.

The rope began to constrict around her throat. And still she danced and masturbated. A part of her was embarrassed she was acting so shamefully in front of her employer. But Mistress seemed to be enjoying it.

She kicked; she struggled; she danced on air as one hand clawed reflexively at the noose. And still she fingered herself. She could not seem to make herself stop.

Mistress moaned. Her body seemed to give off the faintest of glows. It was a most wonderful dance.

Reilah began to slow down. It was so hard to breathe. She hitched twice and then hung limp as her arms dangled at her side.

“Wonderful, my child,” Navi breathed in rapture. “I believe I shall have another.” And with that she waved her hand in the direction of her dangling maid.

Reilah appeared to awaken with a start. Almost immediately she became aware of her situation, of how she could not breathe adequately. That’s when she stared in disbelief as she grabbed at the noose around her neck.

She began to kick with renewed vigor as once more she began fingering herself. Her motions became frantic. It was as though she had very little time to accomplish her task.

“Yes, my child; yes.” Navi seemed to be in some sort of euphoria. Reilah kicked and struggled as she danced for her mistress while acting lewdly in the noose.

She fingered herself harder as she wildly kicked about. She hitched and jerked as she rasped for breath. Then it came in a mighty wave, battering her senseless.

She wet herself from her climax and from her bowels releasing. Then she hung limp again. Mistress panted heavily for breath as she watched in reverent awe.

A male suddenly appeared as though from out of nowhere. That’s when the rope lowered Reilah’s body. He caught it in his arms and quickly removed the noose from around the neck.

Navi caught sight of him and smiled. “I’m better now, my child. Take her back to her room.”

“Mother, you know you should not be doing this to her. I see you gave her the stockings and heels.”

“I had to, my child. I knew she would dance divinely for me.”

“Remember the last one, mother? She danced for you for eight months before her heart gave out and she could dance no more.”

“I know, my child. But I cannot help myself. This one was pleasuring herself in her room, and I…”

“I know, Mother; I know. You should not have given her the stockings and heels.”

“I could not resist. She loves and appreciates them so. Now take her back to bed, my child. Let her rest so she will be ready for her duties in the morning.”

“Please, mother; not so often with this one. Otherwise she will not last as long as the last one.” Then he shook his head as he carried her back to her bedroom.

Jan 2 ‘20 (For Noosegirl; inspired by her maid renders.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (3)

Posted on August 27, 2021 by riwa

Coming September rewards

Another Joia chapter.
Another Shelly chapter.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
A second chapter to Santa and the two sisters.
A second chapter to the Melissa story.
A second chapter to the seductress.
Terrie celebrates her birthday in a rather wicked manner.
A couple find themselves going 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.
And at least 3-4 other stories I’m sorting through.

July stories/rewards will fall off at the end of August to make room for September rewards.

These days I’m driving mom in to physical therapy. Her arm is improving. We’re also monitoring her weight and other vital signs. But it seems the state wishes her to serve on a jury over the next year. She’s 78, in frail condition, and at times I wonder if she’s going to make it through the next month, much less be available to serve for an entire year. Hopefully the state will come to the understanding that having my mother collapse in a jury box during a major trial would not be a good thing.

Summer is ending. I hope you are all doing well. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

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Writer’s block 3.2 (21)

Posted on August 24, 2021 by riwa

A writer sits at his keyboard trying to type the script to his next underwater clip. He’s produced a lot of content and he’s trying to come up with a fresh plot.

Shelly floats topless on an air mattress in the pool. It seems sturdy enough, and she likes how it feels like she is floating.

She is half asleep when she hears a noise – a dog, a gunshot or a car backfire. It causes her to rise up with a start and roll off into the water.

The model falls into the water. She starts clawing at the surface, trying to keep her head above water. She keeps gulping, slipping under, coming up, gasping and sputtering, slipping back under.

No, I’ve done the “Can’t Swim scenario before. Maybe I should try something else. Let me see. Ok, let’s do this. Shelly treads water in the deep end, enjoying her swim in her bikini.

The model is suddenly at the surface treading water. She calls upward toward the sky… Oh, I can swim now? And I’m wearing my bikini? Great. Shelly swims down along the bottom from one end of the pool to the other, bubbles trickling out of her nose. After a few such swims she stands up in the shallow end.

Shelly sees a large black container at the bottom of the pool. She looks at it and is excited. Her boyfriend must have left her something special.

The model looks up at the sky as though she is talking to this writer. I have a boyfriend? And he left something for me at the bottom of the pool? And I’m supposed to go look? Fine – fine; whatever. The model swims down and checks the container. But it is tied with rope. She will have to get the rope off if she is to get into it. The model struggles with the rope, losing air before she has to swim back up.

Shelly can only hold her breath for a minute. So it will be hard to open the container.

In the shallow end the model looks up at the sky.  A minute? Really? Are you fucking kidding me?

Ok, she can hold her breath two minutes.

Model looks up and nods. That’s much better!

But the cover is nearly closed because it jammed last week. Shelly will have to swim under all the way to the bottom of the pool under the cover.

The model sees the cover is suddenly in place. She looks up again in surprise. You put the cover in my way? Really?? That’s just great! That’s just fucking great!

The model swims down to the container. She fights to pull the rope off. But there seems to be so much of it.

She bubbles and struggles as she strains to get it all off. But a big release of bubbles sends her back to the shallow end to get a breath. The model pops up, looks upward and blurts out, Did you have to use that much rope? How am I supposed to get all that off on one breath? Could I at least have a weight belt? Damnit!

She is now wearing a weight belt to help her stay down.

The model sees she is wearing a weight belt. She looks up and says, Thanks.

Shelly is in her favorite one-piece. She takes another big breath before she goes back down. And she uses the dive mask sitting on the edge of the pool right next to her.

The model suddenly realizes she is wearing her one-piece. And she sees the dive mask sitting there. She looks skyward in frustration. So I’m in my one-piece now? Would you make up your gawddamn mind? Sheesh! At least you gave me a fucking dive mask!

The model puts the dive mask onto her face and swims back down to the container and starts to fight with it. There is so much rope.

Hmm. I don’t think I want her wearing the dive mask after all. Let’s take it off.

The model is fighting with the rope when the mask suddenly disappears. She touches her face and bubbles, What the hell?? Fuck!! Then she shrugs her shoulders before she goes back to fighting to get the rope off the container.

No, I think I want her back in her bikini for this.

The model becomes aware she is wearing her bikini underwater. She looks at herself in surprise. Then she looks up, gives the writer the finger and bubbles MAKE UP YOUR GAWDDAMN MIND!

But Shelly is running out of breath. And now her ankle is caught in the rope.

The model looks down and sees her ankle is suddenly snagged. SHIT! SHIT – SHIT – SHIT! She fights with the rope as she loses bubbles, struggling to get it off. Her lungs start heaving as she is running out of breath. This is starting to get serious.

I don’t know. I’ve already done the cover and the container and the rope before. Let’s do something else.

The model suddenly sees she is at the bottom of the pool with nothing else. And the cover is gone. She looks all around, wondering where the hell the container went to. Then she sees the cover is gone. She pops up to the surface and treads water. Then she calls up toward the sky. So we’re not doing the rope and the cover and the container thing anymore?

Let’s go back to the mattress floating in the corner as Shelly tries to stay up at the surface. People like that scenario.

The model starts to splash her arms. She looks up in alarm as she gasps, Now I can’t swim? What the fuck?? We’re… going back to that? Shit! Somebody help me!

Fuck this bitch! The boyfriend is pissed off at her behavior and wants to be rid of her. So he handcuffs her to the bottom of the pool ladder. She has a weight belt to keep her down. And she’s topless so he can see her tits.

The model is suddenly cuffed to the bottom of the ladder. Her bikini top is gone. She looks up and bubbles, FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! GET ME OUT OF HERE! She fights and struggles as she runs out of air and drowns, spasming painfully.

The bitch is dead. THE END! Let’s try that and see what happens.

The camera shows the model cuffed to the bottom of the pool ladder, eyes open in shock, the occasional bubble leaking out.

4-17-18

Note: MMPtv actually turned this into a drowning clip. Preview pictures are from MMPtv.

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Decap shorts (inspired by Thor manips) 3.8 (45)

Posted on August 18, 2021 by riwa

Molly’s game

It was nearly pitch black. Molly couldn’t believe how frightened she was… or how terribly excited. What the hell was she thinking??

Her heart beat fast as she tried to peer into the darkness. They could be anywhere in the shadows out there. But she knew she couldn’t stay where she was for long or one of them would find her.

She bolted out from behind the bushes and ran across the hard sand. She panted for breath, her heart beating wildly. She wondered if they could hear her.

A floodlight came on directly in front of her, illuminating the direction she was going. She thought she saw a shadow somewhere beyond the light. She let out a clipped cry as she abruptly changed direction.

The more she thought about it, the more she was having second thoughts. But wasn’t that why she’d agreed to this in the first place? It was the fear mixed with the excitement.

Another floodlight illuminated the ground twenty yards to her right. It looked like someone was over there too! She let out a yelp as she changed direction yet again. Now they’d probably heard her.

Was it too late to change her mind? It was probably too late. She was on the verge of wetting herself… either that or she was going to cum so fucking hard.

A floodlight randomly came on behind her, spurring her forward. She thought she saw someone right in front of her, and she changed her direction yet again. This was fucking crazy!

She bolted to the left and then zigzagged to the right. A floodlight illuminated the ground several yards in front of her. Molly froze with indecision, not knowing which way to go.

A moment later she was bathed in light as a floodlight lit her up. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Then she turned just in time to see him taking a swing at her.

It was much too late to duck out of the way. She started to scream, only to have her cry cut off as sharp metal sliced right through her neck. Her body jerked from the sharpness of the blow before her knees gave way.

Blood poured onto the front of her purple shirt as she collapsed onto the sand, her head coming to rest a couple feet away. Her body jerked and hitched as she tried to blink… tried to open her mouth. Then she thought she heard clapping.

A female voice… “Well done. I almost had her until she skittered away.”

A male voice… “I wouldn’t have gotten her if she hadn’t froze in that spotlight.”

Molly heard more voices as well as more clapping… “Well done.”  “I don’t know how you managed it.”  “That was a great swing.”  “Gawd; look at her bleeding out like that.”

Molly didn’t hear anything after that. Her life was over and she’d gotten what she’d paid for. She was unaware her bladder had just released and that her body had wet itself in orgasm.

A male voice… “What do you think, Cheryl?”

“Damn! That was hotter than I expected it would be!”

“So what do you think? Want to go to the hotel concierge and sign the paperwork? I’m sure everyone here would love another shot at beheading someone out here. Hell of a game, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I, uh… damn. Let’s go back to the hotel. I need a drink. Maybe if you get me drunk enough I might just go through with it…”

(May 29 ’18)

Natasha’s promise

“I don’t think I want to do this anymore. I’ve changed my mind.”

“But you promised. On two Entertainment shows you vowed that if you didn’t produce a hit show before this year, you would have your head cut off and presented on Oscar night.”

“But I have a couple more movies coming up!”

“No you don’t. We recently heard they dropped you once they were reminded of your pledge. Remember, your fans are looking forward to this.”

“Fuck my fans!”

“Oh, that’s not a nice thing to say. I’ll tell you what. We’ll wash that out of the video recording so we can make your last moments here on earth look good, ok?”

“No… wait… I don’t want… please don’t…!”

She began to hyperventilate as they secured her arms behind her back. A camera in another man’s hands was recording everything. That’s when she began to break out in a cold sweat.

“Into the next room, Miss Henstridge. You’ll be kneeling before a block in there. We have our best executioner handling the axe. Thor has never missed a neck before and he’s not about to miss one now.”

“No… please… I’ve changed my mind! I don’t want to do this!”

“But you promised. You gave your word.”

“Fuck my word! You can’t do this to me!”

“Here comes Thor. You might want to get a shot of this, Anthony. He’s got a nice axe he brought special for your neck, Miss Henstridge.”

“No! Please! I don’t want to be beheaded! I don’t want my head served up at the Oscars.”

“Too bad, Miss Henstridge. They’re the ones who’re demanding your head. You promised them too, if you’ll recall.”

“Fuck the Oscars! Fuck everyone! I don’t want to do this!”

“But think of your fans.”

“Fuck the fans – NO; WAIT!”

She was forced onto her knees before an ominous looking block. She was all but hyperventilating at the sight of the red stains. Then Thor brought his axe into her line of sight so she could see what was about to separate her head from the rest of her body.

“NO! Damnit, you can’t do this to me! I’ll do anything!” Then she gasped, “Wait-wait-WAIT” as her head was forced onto the block.

The assistant had to kneel down and help hold her steady. “Give us a moment, would you, Thor?” Then he addressed the frightened actress.

“Look. This is happening one way or the other. They don’t care about anything but your head. Now you saw how big Thor’s axe is. If he misses, he’s not going to miss and potentially damage your skull. He’s going to miss and make a big mess of your shoulders. So I suggest you fucking SETTLE DOWN AND SHUT UP!”

She gasped and whimpered as her head was forced down onto the block once more. Then she pleaded, “Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll fuck you all! I’ll suck your cocks! Please!”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, I really do!”

“I don’t believe you. You’re scared and you’ll say anything. Now quiet down, lay your head on that block, take a deep breath, and then try to convince me that’s exactly what you’re willing to do.”

“Ok… ok… please… just give me a moment, ok? My heart is beating so fast!”

She paused for a moment as she tried to rest her head on the block. Then in the calmest voice she could muster she said, “If you let me go I prom-AWCK!”

Her eyes flew open the moment the blade came down, slicing right through her neck. Her head literally leapt off the block and bounced on the floor a couple times. Then Thor reached down and picked up her head by a handful of hair.

Natasha had a look of shock on her face, her last words frozen to her lips. Her eyes blinked in horror as she was lifted up and turned to see the rest of her body had keeled over sideways and was now jerking and spasming. Blood pumped copiously out of her severed neck.

She tried to speak but no words would come. She couldn’t believe it! They’d actually done it; she couldn’t feel a thing below her neck!

The assistant walked up to her head dangling from Thor’s grasp and smiled. “Miss Henstridge, I do believe my crew and I will take you up on your offer. I hope you don’t mind if we do it post mortem.”

He unzipped his fly and pulled out an erect dick. There was nothing she could do as he grabbed her head and forced it between her lips. Her last taste was his cock in her mouth before her vision faded, her expression sagging tiredly.

(Aug 9 ’18)

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Morning execution – the garrote 4.2 (63)

Posted on August 12, 2021 by riwa

For the last week I notice Master has not enjoyed my body the way he used to. It makes me wonder if he’s spending time with another of the girls in his harem. It would motivate me to work a little harder, but lately it’s been hard to put forth the effort.

We spend the night together where I do some sucking and fucking. But my enthusiasm is lacking and so is his response. I just chalk it up to one of those nights where we are simply less than enthusiastic.

I promise myself to do better next time. But I’m already starting to rationalize my recent performance. Perhaps I’ve grown comfortable with the good life he gives me.

I awaken in the morning to discover he’s already out of bed. I’ve been sleeping in lately. It’s another of my little idiosyncrasies I’ve picked up lately.

One of the other bitches comes to retrieve me. She tells me Master is waiting in the recreation room. It makes me wonder what he has planned in there.

On the way it occurs to me what device he has in there. I find myself wincing inwardly. Not another one??

Master likes to use his garroting device in there. I’ve watched him on several occasions. It turns him on watching a girl suffer and die like that. But I’ve never gotten into it myself.

I don’t know what it is that turns him on about that dreaded contraption. It makes a woman’s nipples hard, and she often squirts from a forced orgasm. He’s always ready to fuck afterwards. But it doesn’t do a thing for me, although I’ve tried to show my enthusiasm in the past. If he wants to do another one then I’ll put on my best act to let him know I love the way it pleases him.

When we arrive there’s this new bitch waiting for us with short black hair. She looks in better shape than I do; I’ll admit that. I need to spend more time in here, but I just can’t get up the motivation.

The number tattooed on her left breast reads #252. So she’s the next one eh? Maybe he wants to snuff her while I watch.

She waits for Master to walk in. He smiles at the both of us. I give #252 a little smirk, knowing what’s going to happen next. But my heart skips a beat when he announces, “#251, would you please take up a position on the garroting device?”

My breath catches in my throat as I stammer, “M-Master?” The bitch gives me a faint smirk of her own. Then Master starts to walk over.

Immediately I sit down. I know better than to disobey. A moment later I feel him securing my wrists to the back of the damnable device.

#252 gets on her knees and approaches. She forces my legs apart as I writhe and whimper. Master puts the metal strap around my neck and fastens it securely.

My mind is awhirl… “this can’t be happening! I don’t fucking deserve this!” Then I feel the metal around my neck tighten.

I rasp and gurgle as I tremble with fear. Master’s not really going to do this to me, is he? Then I glance over and notice he’s taken his cock out. He always has his cock out whenever he’s going to snuff someone in this chair.

The metal around my throat tightens a little more. I rasp and gurgle as the bitch fingers my snatch. It’s wet and dripping from a fearful arousal.

She fingers me as though curious how the garrote chair works on a female. It’s hard to breathe; drool spills off my tongue onto my breast. My mind screams this can’t be happening to me.

Master steps forward, allowing her to suck his cock. Then she moves in close and licks my dripping twat. I writhe and tremble when her tongue comes in contact with my dripping slit.

She goes back to fingering me until she looks up and asks, “Master, may I?”

“You may, #252.” Then she fucks me with her fingers. I tremble, rasp and shudder in horror and humiliation.

I feel the metal tighten around my neck. Now I cannot breathe at all. My body takes on a life of its own as my legs start to fly outward.

The voices are faint; I can barely detect them. “Can I make her orgasm as she dies, Master?”

“Yes you may, #252.” Then I feel a thumb on my swollen nub as she finger-fucks me.

I struggle to breathe but it’s impossible. My body shakes as more droll spills off my tongue. Then I’m cumming as I spiral away into oblivion, chastising myself for not having made more of an effort to please Master these last few days.

I do not feel his seed splatter my chest from his swollen manhood…

(Oct 31 ’18)

(Inspired by guni’s manip and Algo asking “What about garroting…)

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Dungeon scene 3.9 (45)

Posted on August 6, 2021 by riwa

Note: I wrote a dungeon scene by request, but never got around to writing a beginning or an ending. So here is a short scene that takes place in a dungeon.

Back arched over a rounded wheel-like structure, her tits are mercilessly flogged by a dominatrix who takes great pleasure in hurting her. Her screams are like music to the ears of the sadistic woman. She is blindfolded so she cannot see each lash as it lands.

Again and again her breasts are whipped. Meanwhile an assistant plugs a hose up her ass. She does not see it, but she can certainly feel it.

The water is turned on and she screams anew as her stomach begins to swell. When the hose is removed she shamefully jets out the remnants of her colon. It is a humiliating experience.

A female assistant grabs another flogger and brings it down hard on the blinded woman’s exposed crotch, all the hair having been painfully plucked away. The dominatrix motions for a fat, smelly man with a thick erection to come over and plug her mouth. The assistant then brings in another large male who pushes his hardening member into the poor woman’s cunt.

The dominatrix and her assistant mercilessly flog the breasts and stomach as the poor, blindfolded bitch takes cocks in both ends. The one in her mouth muffles her screams. But the pain from the blows causes her to clench involuntarily around the dick thrusting into her cunt.

About that time a new girl is brought in naked and blindfolded. Her arms which were secured behind her back are freed long enough to be tied above her head to a rope threaded into a pulley above. Then she is lifted up off the floor.

She lets out an involuntary cry as she gently swings back and forth. She visibly winces at the sound of lashes being applied to her unfortunate companion in the room. Muffled grunts of pain disturb her as she cannot see nor understand the reason for the sounds. But they truly frighten her.

The dominatrix begins by flogging her breasts. The first lash catches her by surprise as she cannot see. The pain makes her scream in agony.

The assistant continues to bring her lash down on the raped woman’s tits and stomach. Both cocks continue to push themselves into her mouth and pussy. The pain and the rape combine to cause her to experience a shameful arousal that further humiliates her.

The new girl starts to turn in place from the pulley device she is hanging from. The dominatrix takes aim and then lets her flogger fly at breasts or ass, whichever presents itself. The dangling girl jerks and screams anew.

Another muffled grunt reminds her she is not along. Someone else is in the room with her, sounding as though she too is receiving a similar treatment. She can’t even see who it is.

The dominatrix demands the new girl spread her legs. The woman blindly tries to comply. But each successive lash makes causes her legs to come together as she hangs from the pulley.

The sadistic dominatrix orders two additional assistants to enter. They are instructed to tie off the dangling girl’s ankles to rings embedded in the floor. Her legs are obscenely spread apart, and she quivers anew at the way her crotch is now dangerously exposed.

The dominatrix smiles at the newly exposed target. Then she begins flogging the exposed cunt. Lash after lash makes the blindfolded woman scream until she is left dripping from the pain and a shameful arousal. The dominatrix smiles at the delicious cries of agony.

She walks up and sadistically thrusts a couple gloved fingers inside the trembling woman’s cunt. She pulls them out to confirm the wetness in evidence. Then she forces her fingers into the young woman’s mouth, demanding she suck them clean.

The helpless woman gags and gurgles at her own taste. Then the dominatrix angrily steps back and begins flogging her tits anew. The screams indicate just how successful she is.

She goes around behind and liberally applies the flogger to the quivering pale ass. The recipient of the blows screams anew. How can this be happening to her??

The one blindly strapped down to the rounded wheel gurgles from the cock shoved clear down her throat. She involuntarily clenches around the prick thrusting into her cunt. She realizes she’s nothing but a sextoy, a recipient of cock and lash at the whims of those in attendance.

The assistant continues to flog her with relish, making her wince with each blow. But there are screams in the room that are not muffled, at least not yet. The beleaguered woman can hear she is not the only one receiving such torment in the room.

She cannot help but wince at the sound of the dominatrix’s lash making contact with bare skin, immediately followed by fresh screams. At least her crotch is not being whipped. But it is being fucked.

Her cunt is swollen with cock. She cannot help clenching, both from her own flogging as well as the sound of lashes and subsequent screams from the woman in the room with her. Her pussy drips from her abject humiliation. Hearing another woman in torment in the room with her has intensified her fear as well as adding to a shameful arousal.

After applying the lash to both tits and ass, the dominatrix returns to flogging the new girl’s exposed, dripping cunt. Stroke after stroke is viciously applied, enticing delicious screams until the crotch is soaked. The cries of agony make her smile with sadistic pleasure before she pauses yet again.

Once more she steps forward. This time she shoves all her gloved fingers up into the well lubricated cunt as the woman writhes and whimpers. She pushes all the way in until her entire fist disappears. Then she starts thrusting cruelly until the poor thing shrieks her distress.

The dominatrix sadistically grabs an erect nipple and twists it hard as she fist-fucks the helpless maiden. There are renewed screams. “CUM!” she finally yells. “YOU WILL CUM FOR THOSE WHO ARE WATCHING!” For indeed, there is a circular glass wall which allows spectators to observe the proceedings from theatre seating beyond.

She fists the poor woman as she takes turns twisting both nipples as hard as she can. The blindfolded girl screams her agony until she finally squirts her humiliation as her body shudders. It pleases the dominatrix to no end.

Over on the wheel the tortured girl’s tits are lashed mercilessly. The assistant bellows, “YOU WILL CUM FOR MISTRESS!” Then the man fucking her face plugs her nose before thrusting his cock so far down her throat she cannot breathe.

She is viciously raped in the other end while unable to draw air into her lungs. Her body hurts all over. Several more lashes are applied directly to her erect nipples, causing her to grunt and shudder until she too ultimately sprays from a humiliating climax.

The two visible expressions of orgasm in the twin victims lead to a change of torture. The rapists pull out of the one attached to the wheel. Then she is helped to her feet, still blindfolded.

The two new female assistants take her over to a hinged, elevated board in the shape of an inverted Y. She is placed upon it and strapped down, her arms pinned to her side as her head hangs over the edge. Her legs are spread apart and secured to the two back pieces of the Y

The floor suddenly opens directly below her to reveal water which the girl cannot see. The spectators beyond the glass watch with interest as her head is tipped downward while her legs are elevated. Then her head is deliberately submerged.

She lets out a bubbly cry, losing much of her air. Bubbles come up as she struggles to hold her breath. Being unable to see makes it that much worse.

While she is being strapped down and ultimately dunked, the new girl is set free from the pulley above. The dominatrix and first assistant walk her over to a post with a metal cross brace level with her crotch. It is standing upright in front of a small, raised trough of water.

The blindfolded woman whimpers as she feels a spreader bar attached to her ankles. Again she will not be able to move. Her fear ratchets up a notch.

She grunts anxiously as her arms are secured strappado behind her back. Her wrists are attached to chains that go upward and thread through another pulley hanging from the ceiling. It is a very uncomfortable position.

She cries out in agony as little lead weights in the shape of teardrops are clamped to her nipples. A metal collar is attached to her neck. Then a ring gag is forced between her lips and secured in place.

She cannot see that a metal frame is now being attached around her head to her neck collar. An additional length of chain runs up from that frame into still another pulley hanging down from the ceiling. Then the dominatrix attaches a heavy weight to a chain now hanging down from the metal collar around her neck.

The spectators beyond the glass partition can see what is about to happen. The dominatrix smiles knowingly at them. Then she calmly releases her grasp on the chain with the heavy weight on the end.

It abruptly falls into the trough of water, pulling the woman’s head down while bending her at the waist over the cross brace to the post she is up against. She barely has enough time to cry out. then her head is submerged in the trough.

She bubbles and thrashes about as she tries to pull her head up out of the water. She has just enough strength for her mouth to barely clear the surface. But she quickly loses the fight as her head is pulled back down into the trough.

Both women now find their heads totally submerge. They wriggle and thrash about, terrified they are going to be drowned. Their cunts clench and wink from the distress they are in.

They struggle as they both lose bubbles. Then each one is pulled up out of the water. The woman on the inverted Y has her head tipped up by the main assistant as her legs come down horizontally. The other is rescued when the dominatrix grabs and pulls the chain hanging down from the pulley attached to the frame around her head.

Both women cough and gasp for breath, blinking behind their blindfolds. Their respite is short-lived. Both cry out and bubbles once they find themselves being dunked again.

The primary assistant lowers the woman on the Y until her head is submerged once more. Then she gleefully flogs the exposed tits. Bubbles come up from the water in the floor as the poor girl jerks and bubbles with each blow.

Meanwhile the dominatrix has let go of the chain holding the head to her charge. The woman blindly cries out as her head is jerked downward again and submerged. She is bent over the crossbar like before until once more it digs uncomfortably into her stomach.

The dominatrix takes advantage of the situation by using the flogger on the exposed ass in front of her. Each blow results in bodily jerks and eruptions of bubbles. Her face reveals the delight she experiences from her sadism.

Both girls are whipped and drowned several times. Then the dominatrix and her primary assistant exchange places. This indicates another addition to the torment they will be inflicting.

The main assistant produces a large dildo which she shoves into the ass of the chained girl while her head is submerged. The blindfolded woman jerks at the violation, letting out a bubbly cry. Many of the spectators smile at the cruelty on display, some unable to resist masturbating while they watch.

Meanwhile the dominatrix swings the girl on the inverted Y around. She forces the dripping face up into her exposed, dripping crotch. Then she bellows, “LICK, DAMN YOU!”

The woman coughs and hesitates, still trying to get her breath back. But dominatrix does not engage in any such hesitation. She brings the lash down and mercilessly flogs the exposed tits while bellowing “LICK, YOU FUCKING WHORE!”

The woman still hesitates, much to her detriment. Her board is swung back around until her head is cruelly lowered and submerged. Then the dominatrix sadistically brings the flogger down until she makes contact with the woman’s exposed, dripping crotch.

Bubbly screams bring a smile to her face. Then the woman is lifted up out of the water. She is swung back around until once more she feels the crotch pressed against her face.

This time she wisely starts to lick. The flogger is applied to her tits anyway. She cries and screams as she blindly tries to keep licking.

After a minute or two she is swung back around. Then her head is lowered into the water. Bubbly screams come up as the flogger is applied to her exposed, dripping cunt, making her jerk and flinch. Once more she drips an arousal she is helpless to prevent.

Both women are thus whipped, tortured and drowned. The audience watches enthusiastically. Then among the spectators there is an impromptu drawing.

Two women squeal with excitement when they are picked. They are brought around to a side door and allowed entrance into the torture chamber. Both are given floggers as a reward. Then they are permitted to do anything they wish to the two tormented bitches.

The one on the Y has her head pulled out of the water, swung around and jammed upward into the crotch of the dominatrix. She is forced to lick while the first drawing winner liberally applies the flogger to her exposed cunt. It is wet with moisture, and the lashes produce a mist.

The other drawing winner is allowed to flog the ass of the chained girl while she is bent over and bubbling. The blindfolded woman jerks, flinches and bubbles with each blow. If the women on the receiving end of the blows expected merciful treatment from any audience participants then those are quickly dashed, especially since they cannot see who is flogging them.

The two bound woman are put through their paces as they are flogged and drowned… pulled out of the water… flogged and then drowned again. Then both audience participants strip naked. They’re allowed to attach large strap-ons around their waists which they use to sadistic effect.

The one bent over the bar is fucked while her head is submerged, her rapist reaching around to jerk on the weights to her nipples. The other one’s pussy is filled while she is horizontal and forced to lick the dominatrix. She continues to get the occasional lash to her tits just to make her jerk and cry out.

9-28-18

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Male fishtank drowning (m/m) 4.3 (24)

Posted on July 31, 2021 by riwa

I roped him up into a pretty secure bondage situation. Then I threw him into my fishtank. He hit the water with a splash before going under.

His expression indicated he must have gotten water up his nose. But I didn’t give a shit. He wasn’t here to be comfortable.

He struggled a little as he went to the bottom. I told him he had at least a two minute breath-hold to endure before I pulled his head up. He appeared to settle right down, fully suspecting I was not going to pull him back up until his time had fully elapsed.

I watched how hard his dick became. I wondered if that was why he’d signed up to be a lifeguard in the first place. He must have liked being in the water and the way it affected him. I wasn’t all that surprised.

I waited until the full two minutes were up. I pulled him up for a thirty-second breath. Then I let him go, telling him I was going to tack on another thirty seconds to his time underwater. If he wanted to become a lifeguard, surely he could handle that.

I let him go and back down he went. All that rope wasn’t allowing him to reach the surface on his own. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get there.

I left him longer than the two-thirty I promised. I made him hold his breath for three full minutes. I wanted to see how well he could adapt to his situation.

I don’t think he liked how long I made him suffer. He soon began thrashing about while losing air. But I wasn’t about to pull him up until the three minute mark.

I finally reached down and pulled him up. He panted like crazy, asking what the fuck I was doing. I simply let him go and told him that would cost him another three minutes.

He hit the bottom and started to squirm. I called down, “I’m not pulling you up one second early. So you’d better damn well hold your fucking breath!” He calmed right down.

I made him push his limits. He was really struggling to hold it. I cruelly made him go fifteen more seconds before finally pulling him up.

—

From there I changed the way he was all tied up, making sure the rope wrapped tightly around his dick. Then I put him in my cylinder. That’s when I stuck a hose in the top and started filling it with water.

He looked all around, giving me a questioning glance as though wondering if I was really going to drown him. I just smiled at him. Soon the water was up to his waist, rising above his erection.

By now I figured it was time for me to have some fun. I’d been hard for quite some time while putting him through his paces. So I climbed on top of the cylinder.

Imagine his surprise when he looked up and saw what he saw. My dick poked down through the hole above. I think he began to get the idea just exactly what was expected of him.

He rose up onto his knees and took me into his mouth. Then he began sucking. Not bad for using my impromptu “snorkel”.

I removed my cock and put the hose back in. The water rose higher. Then I dropped my dick down the hole for him to “breathe from” again.

Once more he dutifully sucked on it. He wisely figured out what was expected of him. At least he showed me some decent oral skills.

Again I pulled my cock out and put the hose back in. It forced him to rise up higher inside the cylinder. He was running out of air inside his cramped quarters.

I dropped a plastic hose through the top for him to breathe through. He wisely took it between his lips. I filled the cylinder the rest of the way until it reached the top.

His dick remained erect as he breathed from the tube. My dick was really hard watching him. I couldn’t resist stroking myself as the hose in his mouth hissed from breath after breath.

When I was ready, I yanked the hose out of his mouth. I also dropped the water level just enough. He really had to scramble to get that next breath. It was just barely there.

I left him like that for about ten minutes. It was arousing as hell watching him go up for air and then settle onto his knees to hold his breath. His cock stayed nice and erect the entire time.

—

From there it was on to my bathtub. I hung him upside down, making sure he was properly secured. Then I lowered him using my pulley system.

Down he went, spewing up bubbles. I told him he would have to do better than that. I expected him to hold his breath no matter how difficult it might be. And I didn’t give a damn if he got water up his nose.

I pulled him up to let him catch his breath. Then I lowered him back down. His head went completely under where I held him in place.

Once more I saw his cock become erect. I found it quite the turn on, torturing him to see whether or not he would qualify for the position. More bubbles came up as he wriggled and squirmed.

I pulled him up so he could get a breath. Then I lowered him right back down. This time I left him there so I could reach out and jerk his meat.

He flinched and bubbled as I jacked him off. I caressed his balls before jerking hard on his erection. That made him jerk around again.

I pulled him up and allowed him to catch his breath. Then it was back down for more water torture. I enjoyed jerking and tugging on his manhood with his head underwater.

I ran him through several cycles of holding his breath upside down while jerking his meat before letting him up. The last time down, I left him there for ages as I stroked his manhood. I waited until he was thrashing about before jerking a cum right out of him. Then I pulled him back up.

—

I wasn’t entirely convinced of his skills just yet. So I tied him up before putting him in another tank. This one was strictly for dunking.

I shoved him down and made him hold his breath for a really long time. His cheeks bulged as I pushed him well beyond his stated limits. I think I got his breath-holding up another minute or so.

I wasn’t all that gentle with him. Then again, I wasn’t supposed to be. I was supposed to prepare him for the rigors of lifeguarding in certain perilous situations. So I really made him suffer in that tank.

—

I decided it was time to finish his training. That meant taking him back to the fishtank.

I bound him up special. Then I tossed him in. He struggled and bubbled before sitting up and getting his head above water.

“On your knees!” I instructed. He struggled to get his legs underneath him. He finally managed to get himself upright onto his knees.

“Your training is about to come to an end. Now it’s my turn for some fun.” Then I grabbed him by a handful of hair.

He bubbled as I forced his head below the surface. “You have to understand how the people you’ll try to save may react. They may struggle and panic. You will have to remain calm. Can you do that?”

I kept him down until he started spewing up bubbles. Then I pulled his head up. I smiled as I gave him a good look at my erection.

He stared at it and then at me. That’s when I forced his head back down. He bubbled as I shook him by my handful of hair before I pulled him back up.

“Let’s see if you’ve learned anything, shall we?” Then I held him close to my erection. He responded correctly by opening his mouth.

I forced him right back down into the water when he hesitated a little too long. I held him there for the longest time. Eventually he began losing his breath as his chest heaved noticeably.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” Once more I held him close. This time he dutifully took me into his mouth.

I maintained my grasp of his head as he took me into his mouth. He used the appropriate amount of suction to make me feel good. Of course I made sure he stayed close so his mouth couldn’t drift too far away.

I pulled him off my erection and shoved his head back down into the water. He bubbled as he lost a lot of air. All that did was make my erection twitch with anticipation.

I kept him down until I jerked him up out of the water. He came up gasping wildly for breath. That’s when I shoved my cock down his throat.

I gagged him with it, ramming it in and out. He grunted with each thrust. He was proving his talents in more ways than just being an adequate lifeguard.

I pulled him off my cock and pushed his head down into the water again. He tried to settle in for a long breathhold. I think he knew what was expected of him.

I kept him down for quite a while. He winced as he struggled to hold his breath. I needed to make sure his lungs were good and strong in case someday he might have a long, underwater rescue to deal with.

I finally climbed into the tank with him. I pulled his head up and listened to him gasp for breath. Then I showed him my erection, indicating he’d better get right back to work.

I made him swallow me as I thrust into his mouth. I made sure I fucked his face nice and hard. I enjoyed hearing him grunt as I hit the back of his throat.

I shoved him down into the water without warning. He was bubbling when I pulled him back up. Then I thrust my dick back into his mouth.

I told him, “There’s one last bit of training I need to impart to you. You need to understand what a drowning victim is going through so you’ll know how serious the situation really is.” Then I said to him, “You don’t mind if I enjoy this past part of your training, do you?”

I turned him around inside the fishtank. Then I slowly thrust my dick into his puckered anus. He felt nice and tight around my shaft as he gasped and whimpered.

I started fucking his ass good and hard. Then I pushed his head down into the water. He bubbled wonderfully for me as he clenched around my thrusting shaft.

I pulled his head up as I adjusted my position a little. Then I forced him right back down. I pounded him hard as I forced him to hold his breath for me.

I kept him submerged until he started spewing up bubbles. But I wanted to push his limits. I wanted him to understand what a drowning victim goes through when their lungs feel empty and they’re afraid they’re about to swallow water.

I jerked his head back up to let him catch his breath. I thrust nice and slow, listening to his gasps. This is a part of their training I always enjoy.

I forced his head back down into the water. I pumped him harder, enjoying the way he clenched around my dick. Guys always do that whenever they’re trying to hold their breath while feeling something up their ass.

I pulled him back up, enjoying the way he gasped for breath. “Drowners can’t seem to catch their breath, you know. I want you to fully understand what that’s like so you’ll know the seriousness of getting to them in time.” Then I forced his head back under.

I brutalized him as I forced him to hold his breath. Each time up I pulled him up I gave him less time to catch his breath. Then it was right back down.

“Most swimmers reach that point where they can’t get back to the surface. They are too tired; their lungs are on fire; and they’re panicking. Let’s see if we can reproduce that in here for you to fully experience, shall we?”

I pumped him until he really started to wince. Bubbles came up in huge bursts. I knew his lungs had to be almost empty.

“It’s about this time they can’t hold their breath much longer. Their lungs finally give out. Sometimes they open their mouths and voluntarily take a breath. How will it be for you?”

As if in response, he hitched as he appeared to gulp a mouthful of water. A moment later he went into seizures. His ass furiously milked my dick until I couldn’t help dumping a load deep up his rectum.

“Just like that!” I told him as I thrust my cock nice and deep before holding it there. He finished milking me dry before his spasms lessened. Then I pulled his head up.

He coughed out a shitload of water. Then he started breathing again. “I trust you’ll understand the situation once you come across a swimmer in distress?”

I pulled my cock out of his ass. Then I climbed out, leaving him in the tank for a few minutes to get his breath back. He finally stopped coughing before I went over and started to free him from his bonds. The lesson was over.

2020 (written Nov 27 ’20 by riwa. BoundGods preview pics found all over the Internet and used for illustration purposes.)

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The drowning tank 4.4 (34)

Posted on July 30, 2021 by riwa

I’m out by the pool when Doug summons me. I’m told to report to my room where I’m supposed to undress. That’s when my breath catches in my throat.

Is this the day?

Louisa comes and puts a black leather hood over my face. I can’t see a thing as she shackles my arms behind my back. She chuckles as she tells me she’s looking forward to this.

I know what she’s looking forward to. Doug has promised to drown me on numerous occasions. And he’s vowed to allow that Latina bitch to watch. She’s always wanted to see me drown.

I’m led downstairs on cold, hard cement where I feel Doug’s firm hand grab my arm. He pushes down on me and manipulates me into what feels like a steel tank. It’s not very comfortable.

Chains are wrapped around my knees as my wrists are shackled to the sides of the tank. My breath catches in my throat as my pussy moistens. Is he really going to do it this time??

The hood is pulled off and I finally see where I’m at. I’m secured inside a steel tank with very little room to maneuver. I’m shackled in, my legs spread to leave my pussy exposed. I see Louisa standing there smirking at me. But it’s the glass door that has me breathing heavily.

Doug closes the door where he proceeds to use a huge wrench to seal it tight. Louisa grins at me as she deliberately bulges her cheeks. She’s mocking me, knowing I’ll soon be holding my breath.

A hose appears off to my left. It’s a nozzle which starts spraying water into my tank. I wince as I let out a whimper

“It’s going to take a while to fill that,” she tells Doug. “We can go out to eat if you desire.”

“What if I’ve miscalculated and it fills before we return?”

“Then we’ll just be granting her the deepest fantasy she’s always been harboring. I don’t think it will bother her one bit. In fact she’s liable to cum several times before she drowns.”

He chuckles as he smiles at me. Then he waves, “See you in a couple hours, Diane.”

“Yeah… if you’re still breathing.” Louisa laughs as they walk away arm in arm, leaving me all alone in the basement.

My breath catches in my throat as my pussy throbs with a terrible ache. I can’t even reach down to touch myself. It’s frustrating as hell… and unbelievably erotic.

Is this it; is Doug finally going to drown me? He’s been talking about it for months. I had come to the conclusion he was just teasing me… getting me all worked up. But now I’m not so sure.

The waiting is pure agony. I’ve got nothing to do and nowhere to go. My movement is limited; I just have to wait for the water to slowly rise up and drown me.

It takes a hell of a long time to fill. My toes are finally submerged as I pant for breath. The water is cool but I’m all heated up, my breath threatening to steam up the glass in front of me.

The water rises higher. I’m damned uncomfortable sitting on the bars below me. But my discomfort is overridden by my thoughts as my mind runs away with me.

Is he really going to do it this time? Did Louisa talk him into it? I know how jealous she’s been of me. I squirm uncomfortably, my throbbing pussy full exposed.

The water slowly rises higher and higher. I can’t help wondering if they’re going to come back to watch me drown… or wait until it’s too late. Louisa would love that, returning much too late to save me. But I think she wants to watch.

I’ve seen her rubbing herself whenever Doug has me in a show or is dunking me or making me hold my breath. She loves the way I wriggle and squirm. Strangely, it gets me off knowing she’s enjoying my suffering.

They’re not back yet when the water climbs my breasts, making my nipples poke out even more. Their return is delayed until the water starts lapping at the shackle around my neck. My thoughts go crazy as my pussy throbs for a release from the erotic situation I find myself in.

Will they get back in time? Will Louisa find reasons to delay their return? Is she willing to risk his wrath in letting me drown simply because she’d love to see me out of the picture?

I can imagine her shaking her head, tsking as she observes, “Sorry, Doug. I guess we returned just a little too late. Look at her pussy though. She must have really cum hard while she was drowning.”

The water rises higher until the shackle around my neck is totally submerged. It’s getting pretty damned high in here. My excitement is clear off the charts. But I’m also feeling a nervous anticipation in the pit of my gut.

Where the hell are they? Don’t they want to watch this?? I know Louisa wants to see me suck water and drown. And Doug loves seeing me strain to hold my breath. So I know he wants to be here to observe if I should start to drown.

The waiting morphs into delicious agony when they still do not return. The water continues to rise higher. The tank of water is cool, but my pussy feels molten from an incredible arousal.

Are they coming back soon? When are they coming back? Don’t they want to be here to witness this??

The water reaches my chin… and still it continues unabated. It fills slowly but surely. I gasp and whimper from a terrible excitement.

Does he want to drown me this time? Would he do it if I asked him too? My emotions are in turmoil as I sit in the filling tank all alone in the basement.

It’s a couple more minutes before I realize I’ve been tipping my head back a little. I strain against the chains holding me to the bottom of the tank. I can rise up maybe an inch if I work at it.

Am I destined to drown in here? Is this what Louisa wants to see when they return? The idea of her coming down to look at my drowned body is strangely arousing.

How long has it been? How long have they been gone? When are they going to return?

My mind races at all the possibilities. What happens if they get caught in an accident? What if they’re injured or killed in a car wreck? They might never get the chance to tell anyone I’m down here in a tank filling with water!

I hear vague sounds from somewhere upstairs. Are they back; it sounds like they’re back. Apparently Louisa wants to watch me drown in person.

I hear footsteps descending the stairs. Then they enter the room together. Louisa smiles at me before saying, “Damn, Doug. It looks like we got back just in time to watch the slut drown.”

He comes over to the tank as she smiles at me with all the charm of a serpent. I feel him adjust the hose spraying water into the tank. But he doesn’t turn it off.

The water continues to climb as Louisa watches me. Her eyes gleam with lustful anticipation. She must be imagining what it’s going to be like when I drown in here. The idea makes me wriggle from an insane arousal.

Water slowly climbs my mouth. I tip my head further back and sputter as it continues to rise, the excitement continuing to swell within me. Louisa reaches down and starts rubbing herself, and it nearly sets me off in orgasm.

I strain for all I’m worth to keep my lips above water. That’s when Doug reaches down and puts a clip onto my nose. Then a hose comes down.

I take it between my lips as I breathe deeply. Louisa looks disappointed. I think she wanted to watch me drown.

The water continues to rise as Doug comes around and watches me. Louisa smirks, “Better not lose that hose, dearie. It’s going to get really full in there.” Then she takes Doug’s arm as they leave the basement again.

The water slowly rises… above my nose… my eyes… my forehead. It continues to climb until I’m totally submerged. I wriggle and squirm, left alone with my thoughts.

I adjust the hose in my mouth, making sure it doesn’t pop out. I could drown myself in here if I’m not careful. The urge may be strong, but I’d rather have Doug here to enjoy it. I don’t think Louisa gives a shit one way or the other.

I don’t know how full the tank is. I only know the hose is my lifeline. But I’m a little confused about the nose clip. I’ve never needed it before.

Louisa returns carrying some sort of clear plastic container. I have no idea what the hell she is doing. She comes over and turns the water off. Then she waves the plastic in my face.

“I didn’t want you to be alone, Diane. So I brought a few friends along to keep you company.” Then she opens the top of the tank and dumps the contents.

I scream into the hose in my mouth. “Leeches,” she says with a laugh. “And they ought to love you.” Then she turns and waves goodbye as she leaves me alone. It explains the damned nose clip, no doubt to prevent them from getting up my nostrils.

The damned things wriggle around as though searching for a good spot to make landfall. Then I feel them start to attach. I scream and scream as they begin nibbling on me.

I can’t believe that cruel bitch! She actually did this to me! She must be upstairs laughing her damn head off!

I shudder in orgasm as I try to keep the hose in my mouth. I feel them attaching to places I don’t even want to contemplate. I scream again, vowing to kill that bitch if I ever get the opportunity.

I have no idea how long I’m down there alone as they nibble on me. It nearly freaks me out. But I have very little wriggle room, and there’s nothing I can do to stop their feasting.

It feels like forever before Doug and Louisa return. The top is opened and I’m unchained. I’m allowed to stand up in the tank as he gathers up every last one of the little buggers. Then he pushes me back down into the tank, sealing me in.

I frantically search all around to see if he’s missed any. I don’t see a single one, and I breathe a sigh of relief. But in order to breathe I have to mash my mouth up against the top of the tank.

I pant heavily for breath. Then I come back down. There’s nothing to do now but look out the glass before going back up for another breath.

Once more I’m left all alone in the basement. Is this Doug’s way of testing my resolve? Does he want to see if I’ll obey him or if I’ll willingly drown myself?

I suspect Louisa would love to come down here to find my lungs full of water. But I’m not going to give her the satisfaction. I belong to Doug; it’s his choice whether I inhale or not, even though the urge comes upon me rather strong at times.

I shift all around in the tank, feeling the heat of arousal continue to fill me. It’s a challenge to stop myself from sucking water. But Doug’s given me a chance to get air, and I’m damned sure going to take it for as long as I can.

I spend several minutes holding my breath while sticking my mouth up for air. I’m hotter than I’ve ever felt before. The urge is strong to drown myself in here. But I’m not going to do it unless Doug fills the tank beyond my ability to get another breath. Besides, I’m still not convinced Louisa is willing to miss watching me drown.

It isn’t long until they both return. They just stand there watching me. Louisa smiles as she reaches down to rub herself.

“Enjoying yourself in there, dearie?” she chuckles. “Doug’s got something even better for you.” She laughs cruelly as I shudder with dread. I hope it’s not more leeches.

He comes to the tank and takes the top off. I rise up enough for him to start attaching rope to my arms and around my chest. Then he pushes me back down into the tank and seals me back inside.

“You were getting air in there much too easily, Diane,” Louisa explains. “Let’s see if you can rise to the challenge this time.”

I stare out at her as bubbles trickle out of my nose. She reaches down to rub herself again, the horny bitch. It’s embarrassing the way it turns me on seeing her get off like that while watching me.

I really have to work to get my mouth up for another breath. Doug hardly left any air up there for me. Is this his way of seeing how obedient I’ll be… challenging me and pushing my limits while seeing if I’ll drown myself?

I struggle, but I can’t free my arms behind my back. He’s tied them all too well. I’ll have to work myself up and down with my legs to make sure I get any air.

“Go ahead, hun… drown yourself.” Louisa urges me to give in to my desires. She’s furiously rubbing herself, perhaps hoping I’ll go through with it as I stare at her.

They watch me for several minutes. Louisa rubs herself as Doug stands there observing me. He has this appreciative smile on his face. I can tell he enjoys seeing me all trussed up in his tank.

“I’m bored!” the bitch finally blurts out. “Let’s dunk her!” I give her a defiant glare, but Doug smiles as he tells her, “Why not?” I guess today he’s her patsy for a change.

I’m taken out of the tank, allowing me to stretch my legs. But it’s short lived as my ankles are tied together. Then I’m strung up in the air upside down.

I’m dangled above the tank as Doug handles the rope to the pulley. “Drown the slut!” Louisa gasps excitedly. Doug lowers me until I’m submerged down to my stomach.

Louisa rubs herself again as I’m held upside down, forced to hold my breath. She thinks it’s funny as hell. When I lose a few bubbles, she tells Doug to make me push my breath-holding limits.

She furiously rubs herself again as I squirm and struggle. Being upside down is dizzying; I could easily drown this way. It turns her on like you wouldn’t believe.

She bulges her cheeks as I try to hold my breath. I push it until air spews out of my mouth. “Aww, let her drown,” she tells him before he finally pulls me out.

Louisa gets her jollies as he lowers and raises me until she gasps in orgasm. Doug finally pulls me out. I hang tiredly, panting weakly for breath as he lowers me to the floor.

“Put her back in!” she orders. “I want to cum again! Tie the bitch up and put her in again! Drown her for me, Doug; please?”

He smiles as he puts me back into the tank. This time he adds a pole to the ropes. Now he’s the one who controls when I get my next breath. He can drown me anytime he wants.

I stare at Louisa who starts to rub herself again. “Dunk the slut!” she gasps. “I want to watch her drown!”

Down I go as he forces me all the way to the bottom. “Now hold her there!” Louisa declares. “Hold her there so I can watch the slut drown!”

I feel an erotic jolt as I consider the matter. Has Louisa become my new Master? Will Doug give in to her demands? It seems she wants to watch me drown as much, if not more, than he does!

He holds me down for the longest time before he brings me up. Forcing me like that makes my nipples hard and my pussy throb. Doug knows it, and I’m pretty sure Louisa knows it too.

“Drown the bitch!” she gasps excitedly. Back down I go as my pussy experiences another erotic jolt. I’m going to cum if this keeps up.

I’m held down until my lungs are burning before he pulls me back up. Louisa hears my gasp and then tells him to push me right back down. Pushed down and then back up with only a quick gasp for breath is a real turn-on.

Louisa gets more and more excited, furiously rubbing herself as she cries, “Drown her – drown her – DROWN HER!” It swells inside me until I cannot contain it. Then I’m cumming like crazy, losing my breath as I shudder from that familiar pleasure that beckons me to open my lungs and give in.

Louisa goes nuts as she cums again. Doug pulls me up, allows me a quick gasp for breath, and then back down I go. “Drown her – drown her – DROWN HER!” Then she’s furiously rubbing herself again as I shudder once more in orgasm.

The pleasure is intense; I almost wish he would leave me down here until my lungs fill with fluid. I’m over the edge from the experience. But it’s not to be, at least not yet.

He pulls me up as Louisa comes over to the tank. Quick as a wink she wraps a plastic bag over my head. She seals it with a tight band of torn rubber. Then she tells him to push me back down.

I go back down, but it’s not drowning I have to worry about. The bag starts to deflate as I try to catch my breath. The bitch wants to watch me asphyxiate another way.

The sensation scares me as my pussy throbs with a terrible ache. I find myself inhaling my own stale air as the bag clings tight to my face. Then I’m cumming again as I grimace in panic while that bitch furiously rubs herself.

“That one was for me,” she tells me with a smirk as she comes and removes the bag from my head. I gasp deeply as Doug goes about removing all that rope. I feel relieved the session is over.

Louisa leaves the basement as Doug finishes untying me. I half expect to be let out of the tank. But he pushes down on my head, submerging me.

I watch as Louisa returns with another girl. She’s as naked as I am, her tan skin distinct from my white flesh. She looks at me as though she’s envious of my position in the tank.

She’s brought over until Doug helps her inside. The two of us are intertwined as she tries to get comfortable. At least there’s plenty of air we can get to.

To our horror Doug comes over and uses the hose to top off our tank. We both stretch for the top, trying to fill our lungs. He adds water until we can hardly get a decent breath.

He fills it nearly to the top and then seals us both in. “Now you can drown with Sandra,” Louisa laughs at me. We struggle to reach the air pocket while shifting around inside the tank.

It’s damned uncomfortable. We can hardly settle on any kind of position. There’s no time for speech as we end up grunting, bubbling and whimpering.

I look out to see Louisa furiously rubbing herself again. Now she’s got two bitches to drown. Does she plan on doubling her pleasure? I have no idea.

We have to shove our noses up against the top just to get any kind of breath. It’s cramped as hell in the tank as we try not to drown each other. I look at her and she looks at me, both of us wondering if this is to be our final position before we both start to inhale. It really excites me knowing I could end up drowning with another girl who probably has similar desires.

We both look out to see Doug and Louisa standing hand in hand. “We’re going to leave you two down here for the night,” she chuckles. “Try not to drown yourselves in there.” Then she and Doug disappear up the stairs.

I look at Sandra as an erotic jolt hits me hard. The idea of the two of us drowning here in cramped quarters is strangely compelling. Will they leave us down here all night long to risk drowning? Or will they return to pull us out. Now it’s just a waiting game…

© 2017 (Text written Aug 10 ’17 by riwa. Picture illustrations are from Insex and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (5)

Posted on July 27, 2021 by riwa

Coming August rewards

Another peril story involving pictures of my former wife in our hot tub.
Carrie gets herself into a situation.
Another Shelly in Cancun chapter.
There’s one more Teri in the holodeck chapter.
Another Joia chapter as the tension mounts.
An unfaithful wife gets staked out.
Part 2 of Vanessa’s watery punishment.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
A story about a benefactor.
A story about Santa and two sisters.
A story about Melissa who has an underwater peril fantasy that may become a reality.

June stories/rewards will fall off at the end of July to make room for August rewards.

Mom is home. But now there are new stresses to deal with. Her arm is healing, and we’ve taken a couple trips to town to eat, get groceries and look at the lake. But there are troubling signs on the horizon. I suppose that is only normal in situations such as these. At least she’s back home where she feels much more comfortable.

Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers. And thank you so much for being my patrons.

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