This story is dedicated to @anhartblue and was written with her consent.
I open the door and invite you to walk in in front of me. You walk slowly and nervously in and I follow behind you, closing the door.
You stand in a large room. As a single piece of furniture, in the center, a large table, made of thick wood. Beside there is a kind of trolley with many artifacts that you still do not see well. You look at the room, in each corner a speaker is hanging. Silence is only broken by your nervous breathing.
“Come in” I tell you. You walk towards the table. You see leather straps in each corner of the table. Your heart jumps in your chest when you realize that they will be used to tie you.
I gently push you with one hand on the shoulder toward the table, and you sit on the edge. You are wearing a summer dress, little above the knees, with buttons in front and thin cotton that shows the silhouette of your graceful body under.
With one hand on your shoulder, I ask you to lie down and slowly push you down. I can hear your breathing accelerating and going a little bit more irregular when your shoulders touch the hard wood of the table. You look up, the stronger lights pointing down at the table contrast with the dim lighting of the rest of the room. You close your eyes for a moment.
It’s beautiful to see you like that, about to submit to me, about to let me control your heart, your life. I see how your chest rises and falls quickly with your accelerated breathing, I can see the curve of your ribs, as they expand with each breath, those details are beautiful to look at.
“I’m going to tie you up now”
The words echo in your head and provoke an immediate sensation of fear and excitement. I take your left ankle and open your leg a little to hold it to the anchor point. I do the same with your other leg. You try to instinctively squeeze your thighs together but the grip is strong and you can not move.
I take your little wrists in my hands and extend your arms, wide open, and hold your wrists down. I squeeze them gently and I can immediately feel the blood pulsing in your arteries. It is an incredible feeling.
Very intense sensations begin to cross your body and mind. This scene has fueled your most secret fantasies for a long time but now it is really happening. The fear and arousal that you feel begin to create a pleasant emptiness in your lower stomach, making it difficult for you to breathe normally. I start to open the buttons of your dress one by one to expose your skin, until a little above your navel. I like to see the soft, beautiful white skin of your chest.
You feel the heat rise through your body while your heart rushes wild against your sternum. Your bound arms and legs prevent any movement. You are in my hands now, and you like it, it surprises you how much you like it.
I take the stethoscope attached to a cable and put it in the center of your chest, covering it with my hand. Immediately your crazy fast beats rumble in the 4 speakers of the room. I love listening to your life. You feel vulnerable, lying down and tied like that, with your heartbeat exposed to my mercy. The cold stethoscope bristles your skin, but at the same time you feel my warm hand placed in the middle of your chest. I can feel your heartbeat against your ribcage, it’s incredibly beautiful and fragile at the same time. Your skin is very soft. I love to feel you breathe, to listen to the air entering and leaving your chest.
With my other hand, I put two electrodes against your skin, one on the right side of your sternum. The other just below your left breast. You know that I know what I am doing, and that I will make sure that the electricity will completely cross your beating heart. I can feel you shake slightly under my hand. I look in your eyes, and I see that mixture of fear, and desire. you feel so alive. Your heart accelerates even more and it echoes throughout the room in fury.
“I want you to ask me to electrocute your heart, now”
You feel a sudden burst of arousal and terror while you hear yourself asking to be shocked with a barely audible shaky voice. I gently smile at you while I strap the steth against your ribcage and turn on the electric torture device I have specially made for you. Your heart is hammering wildly against your ribs, making your left breast bounces with each beat. I love to watch you so alive, so fragile. You look at the device, this is not a defibrillator. This is a device created to make your heart stops.
As soon as I see your chest rising high I push the button.
A bolt of electricity tears thru your ribcage making you arch over the table for a fraction of second. Your heart immediately skips several times and loose its rhythm for a few seconds while you body falls down over the table and a short moan of pain and pleasure escapes from your lips.
It is beautiful how your body reacts to the electricity. I give you a few seconds to recover and send another, longer shock.
Your fists clench while your body arches wildly and you feel the hot, burning electricity crossing your ribcage like if I would be pushing a knife deep inside your chest. Your heart wildly twists inside you throwing itself against your sternum. The sound of your heartbeat fills the room making you feel so exposed and vulnerable. Your heart skips wildly 6 or 7 times, until I release the button. Your fast and shallow breath makes you fill dizzy and confused. I love to torture your small, delicate body. I suddenly become very gentle again, moving your damp hair away from your forehead and cheek.
You try to obey, completely in awe with what you are experiencing right now.
I gently rise your chin and let my fingers feel your fast carotid pulse.
Your throat is small and soft. I place my hand over your left breast, feeling the wild irregular beating of your heart against your ribcage. I let my other hand open over your bare stomach, gently pushing down against the soft flesh of your stomach until I can feel your aortic pulse.
I want more. I want to take it all.
I step away and rise the voltage. I push the button again.
Your back and neck arch wildly, throwing your head back while tears of pain and pleasure run down your cheeks. I can see your ribs pushing hard under your soft skin. You feel like if your heart would have been pierced by a thousand needles. I hold the button several seconds, suddenly wanting so badly to make your heart stops. I release the button. You can hear from very, very far away your extremely irregular heartbeat fluttering inside your chest like a wounded butterfly while you re about to lose consciousness.
I can hear your ventricles completely losing their rhythm, unable to push out your blood into your body. I feel your faint pulse on the left side of your throat. Your heart rate suddenly drops while a thin string of air leaves your half open lips. Your chest doesn’t rise back. You went into respiratory arrest.
I tilt your head back and open your soft lips, breathing out and filling your lungs with my air. One, 2, 3 times.
Your heart, which was barely beating, suddenly stops and all the room goes silent. I remove the steth and place my hands on your sternum. I start CPR, repeatedly pushing down your sternum against your heart. I have taken your beautiful life and will give it back to you.
I continue doing CPR and breathing into your small chest to bring you back to life. After over a minute, I suddenly see your chest rises while you take a long painful breath so I release the pressure over your sternum. I can fee your pulse, faint, but steady.
I lay my head over your bare chest and my head is filled by the slow, faint beating of your heart! Such a perfect, beautiful sound. The sound of your life. A life I owned for a moment. I remove the electrodes. You open your eyes, slowly, confused.
Stay still, you are alive, breath….I will take care of you. I owned your life and heart for a moment, and it was beautiful.
You understand by these words that you were left lifeless for a moment. A weird, new warm feeling fills your body and mind. Knowing you gave me your life makes you feel so free. So fragile. You would like to stay here forever, tied up while your body is not yours anymore.
You obey, suddenly feeling very tired.
Your mind drifts into unconsciousness again. I keep listening to your heartbeat for a long time, making sure you are safe. Then I untie you, very gently. I button up your dress. I cover you with a soft blanket. I stay there for a long time, staring at you being alive and so beautiful. I took your life. For a moment I owned you completely. I put it back in your fragile body.
You fall deeply asleep and don’t feel when I place my ear again over your chest to listen to the perfect, delicate beating of your heart.
