ChokeSlut Sammy

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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Simply reblog and/or like this post to add yourself to the list.

Thank you for you cooperation sissy.

The duties of a hot wife although highly agreeable,  can bring even a sissy slut like me to the point of exhaustion. My appetite for cock verges on greed with more than a touch of nymphomania. 

Encouraged by my Master who is now my beautiful husband, my needs have been regularly supplied in the form of gang bangs and individual well hung big men often in His presence. 

Tonight I have returned from a months convalescence where sex has been off the menu. My personal black slave and lover Miles (a present from my Master) has missed me as much as I have missed him. We are both hot to rectify our lust.

To right this, I have asked my Master/husband to tie me face down across my bed with my head over the side. Like this I will await my slave’s pent up hunger. Like this I wait, knowing the length and girth of his meat will be driven into me like ramrod until his balls slap my butt. His muscled frame knocking the air from my lungs as he drops on me like a hot sack of steaming flesh. 

My Master lubricates me and checks my restraints and adjusts the cameras before leaving me to enjoy Miles’s animal passions.

I hear a few indistinct words between the two men as they pass each other in the hall outside my door. The next sound is the soft satin of Miles’s boxers sliding down his legs as he steps out of them. Now my heart races as I feel his weight on the mattress as he kneels between my splayed legs. 

“I’ve missed you Mistress” he says.

 I arch my back as much as my restraints will allow and say”Me too Miles darling. But I’m here now. And you know your job”

“You want it hard Mistress?”

“Of course at some point. But go steady at first. I may be a little tight for you yet.”

I moan as I receive his fingers. I love being fingered before anything else happens. A few minutes playing my prostate and if I’m lucky having skilled fingers work my nipples too has me begging for more. Miles is very good at this. His fingers rotate around my sphincters and I open more and more until I can receive all four over his knuckles. This is when he can make me orgasm any time he wishes simply by a gentle massage of my prostate.

I feel the weight of his meat resting on my thigh but I want it in me now. I am ready. Really ready.

“Fuck me Miles !’ I cry “Fuck me now”

MY squirming slut’s carcass wriggles in open invitation as he prepares to penetrate me. It feels so good. I feel so much the fucktoy slut as this black god uses me to receive his frustrations.  His hooked thumbs pulling me apart and opening me wide. Gripping my buttocks firmly and spreading them apart. OMG that feels so good ! It hurts but I love it.  He kneads my bottom cheeks like a potter with clay, making me so hot for him. I grow soft and wide for him. My juices making me even wetter as I feel his controlled entry.

I feel his meat filling me.Its slow journey. towards and then through my colon Warm and comforting. I feel my stomach bulge as the full length of him is stretching me until he rests his black flesh on my mine.

We rest like this. His hands find and fondle my breasts until a alight withdrawal precedes a firm plunge. His weight squeeing the breath from me as he commences a steady rhythmic plunging. Each plunge being harder than the previous one. my spayed ankles cuffed to the feet of the bed by heavy chains are the only thing stopping me being shunted onto the floor. But the bed is moving as he drives each powerful shunt home. I let go into orgasm after orgasm before his semen floods my colon.

We lay there. Both climaxed and exhausted yet hungry for more. I squeeze him with my sphincters, milking every drop. His sweet sweat dripping on me I await patiently for his recovery and enjoy his soaking meat in my pussy. He moves. Lifting his body from me. Withdrawing his long insertion causing a vacuum in me. Sensing my emptiness as he leaves me gaping with semen running from me. He steps across the hall and advises my Master that ‘the slut is full should he care to taste its vintage.’

 Returning to the side of the bed he lifts my head by my hair. My lips part to accept his manhood and taste my own pussy juices. With the same restricted control as he entered my cunt he now moves over my tongue and down my throat. It has taken hours of training to be able to pleasure him like this. Only good breath control can let such a girth of cock pass right down into my oesophagus without gagging. The only sound I make is when the air is forced through my vocal chords as he pumps me. The repeated “glugg glugg” as his balls slap against my face. His fingers holding my throat and feeling it expand and contract. Withdrawing only to allow me to breath a little. 

We are joined at last by my Master whose tongue I feel lapping my gaping pussy. He hates wasting my cum and fills a champagne glass before retiring to His room. 

Miles is throbbing and close to ejaculating. Crushing my face into his pelvis he blows ! I digest as much as I can but much bursts from my nose. I choke and struggle but Miles knows my ability with breath control and holds me there until his passion is spent.

He is good for another two orgasms if he plays it right. But he will have to control himself.

Releasing my ankles and wrists he drags me from the bed and onto a side chair. He has me a little confused. But seeing him lie on his back with with beads of sweat glistening in the moody lighting, my eyes fall on that erection.

As if by hypnosis I find myself straddling his beautiful black frame and slowly lowering my wet gaping pussy and impaling myself on him. So soft and easy. I fill myself with him until I am sitting hard on his crutch. It is now my time to do the work. 

I proceed to rise on my knees until only a few inches remain inside me. Then slowly dropping again to sit hard on his pelvis. Repeating this slow action and enjoying every inch of his meat as I feed it into me and then withdrawing to almost the full eleven inches. Squeezing my sphincters around it as I drop again.

His body shudders and his meat throbs and swells deep inside me. My colon is now hot with his semen. I continue with a more forceful rise and drop on him. Pumping his cum far into my colon with each body drop. Almost winding him as  my greed for his seed drives me down harder than I can control.

He softens and I know I must remove myself from him. I have a lot of cleaning-up to do before he carries me to my Master’s bed.

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