“HANG THE SLUT !“
My interrogation and confessions are made in our traditional way. I lay across my Master’s knees wearing the same black PVC clothes in which I had sucked and been fucked by over a hundred men in the five days spent in London with Mark and Miles.
They were blameless because I could have objected and pulled out of all the action had I wanted to. But I didn’t want to. I went for it like the cum-dump sissy I am. Now I am happy that they take part in my punishment and watch my Master redden my but as I recall each demeanour.
Of course to describe my feelings for every man that in the last few days, fucked me or came in my face or down my throat on a minute by minute basis was not practical. Yet it was enough to arouse my Master as His hand came hard on my but for several minutes until the tears ran down my sobbing face.
He turns to face Miles and Mark and says, “You have heard my slut’s confession and its willingness to suffer the consequences of its lust and nymphomania. Now I need one answer from you both;
“GUILTY OR NOT GUILY ?”
“GUILTY SIR”
The chilling words swim in my ears and clang like bells. We all know this is just a game but right now it feels as real as the pre-cum dripping down my legs.
I was truly shocked to see my Master don a black cap !
“You have heard the verdict of your piers and they have found you guilty. Have you anything to say before I pronounce my sentence upon you to be hanged?”
“No Master. I am Your property and accept the verdict. My love for You will remain long after my end.
“Very well. Place the prisoner in position and fit the choke collar round its pretty neck and cuff her wrist behind her back”
My shaking knees won’t move and I have to be dragged into position. My wrists are cuffed as ordered and the choke collar placed around my neck. The slip chain that is fed through its loops is tensioned and helps with my balance.
Master steps forward and opens my little black PVC jacket. He finds the bottle of poppers in its pocket and has me take a deep long breath of it. Then He places some strong clips on my nipples. To these, as if they are not painful enough on their own, he hangs several lead weights ! I scream with pain until the trap is lowered to squeeze my vocal chords and silence me for good. Another inhaling of poppers relaxes me and the pain diminishes. My nipples no longer have circulation.
Centimetre by centimetre the platform lowers. The choke chain tightens and closes the thick leather collar around my neck. I begin to enjoy the pain and the numbness in my head. My vision blurs as my feet no longer reach the trap door. It is only inches away under my feet but could be miles. My neck is taking my full weight and stretching. I begin to feel nothing apart from a dreamy drowning sensation.
I am being penetrated ! It is beautiful. I fell my body swinging gently with the impact of it. My legs are kicking at the air around them. My subconscious searching for support. But I have accepted my end.
Then the collar around my neck becomes loose and my feet touch the trap door again. The penetration continues as I regain consciousness. Mile and Mark are fucking me hard. My levels are rising to orgasm as the led weights on my stretched nipples swing and crash together.
Then suddenly the trap is dropping away beneath my feet again. The choke chain slips round the collar and cuts off my air. It feels so right ! It feels wonderful. I think I am floating. Death is no enemy. it is a soft reassuring friend. I am swimming in river of warm milky cum. I am surrounded by the soft flesh of millions of voluptuous bodies floating down this river into the bowels of the earth. It is light down hear and I want to stay down here in the peace and quiet.
Voices in my ears become clearer and are familiar. The hands around my waist are also familiar and the passage of hot black meat rubbing over my prostate is familiar. My orgasms confuse me. I want to be down there again. Swimming in that white river of semen and flesh.
Again the collar tightens and again I sink into my sleep and dreams. Happy in this gentle state. Revived for a few seconds and then hung limp for how long I do not know. But then revived again. Being hung a dozen or more times by reviving my prostate is absolute heaven.
And this I know for sure. Death is no enemy and I will never fear it as long as I live. But now the exhaustion of the event has overcome me and I want to sleep. xxxoxxx
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