Your Last Breath

This is an unrecorded script, hence contains plenty of stage directions and *sound effects*.

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On your knees for me, where you belong, my whore

Good girl.

You're going to be my fuckdoll, an inanimate avaricious hole for me to cram with my cock

And I know you're always hungry for me, so open up my greedy slut

Feast on my cock like it's the last supper.

NO, ALL OF IT.

That's it, take Daddy's cock in your pretty little mouth.

Oh I know it hurts, but you love it. Open up nice and wide even as it brings tears to your eyes. I want to feel the head of my cock elongate in your orophraynx.

Your hands go on your knees. My hands seizing your hair by the nape of your neck.

No holding me back from fucking your face.

You. Just. Need. To. Suck

Nice and deep. Let daddy fuck your face like the whore we both know we are.

Fuck I love the way you look up at me with a mouthful of my cock.

Tears streaking slowly down your face.

Why do you doll yourself up when you know you're going to be violated later.

Daddy loves it when your makeup runs.

The way you suck my cock, filling every corner of your mouth until you can barely breathe. Like my hard dick is worth more than oxygen. Fuck I love it.

Do you like the way I cup your head in my hands? Stroke your cheek. Hold your hair. Positioning you. Adjusting you.

Fucking your mouth like it's my personal property.

You like being Master's little fucktoy don't you?

ANSWER ME

*face slap*

Didn't I teach you any fucking manners, don't talk with your mouthful.

How does it feel to be my property, tell me you love it.

*face slap*

Good because I'm going to fuck you like I own you, like you belong to me. But first...

LIE ON THE BED.

Shivers. Soft moans. Sighs.

You give me as my fingers fall like feathers over your neck and throat.

Not grasping yet, just mapping out the terrain. Planning my attack.

Searching for points of maximum impact.

The fingers of my other hands play across the now flushed flesh of pussy lips as you grind your mound into my palm.

I press two fingers in and am rewarded with a moan.

Oh you long to be under my control don't you.

*face slap*

Well you are. Always under my control. I'll never let you forget. You belong to me.

You. Are. Mine.

But what would you give up for me?

Would you give up your sight? My question is answered as I slip the blindfold over your eyes, obscuring your vision

Your autonomy? The shackles that restraint your wrists serve as a symbol that you are all within my hands

Your speech? The gag that I place in your mouth means all words will be transmitted as unintelligible murmurs now sweetheart

You trust your master don't you?

I know you do, you've entrusted me with your pussy, your mouth, your ass.

All of your precious fuckholes.

But I want more, I will always need more of you.

What do I want?

Something that cannot be freely given, something which I can only take

Feel my right hand enclose around your thin elegant neck

I want you to understand the power I have over you

The power I exert when I squeeze, my thumb and fingers on either side slowly apply vice-like pressure

I hear your indistinct moans as I grip your neck with one hand, the other still buried deep in your pussy

Have you worked out what I want yet?

I want to lick my fingers clean; to taste your elation, anticipation and delerium

I want to prepare your cunt for my girth and length; to ready you for the sensation of being slowly stretched to accommodate me

But more than anything else in the world, as I position the tip of my turgid cock against your quivering cunt

I want you to understand what it means when you submit to me

My hand tightens around your neck, compressing your carotid arteries on each side; thumb and forefinger slowly stemming the tide of blood to your brain

Inch by inch I extract a guttural gasp from deep within you

With every inch of my hard cock I slowly force into you

Precious oxygen is expelled in its place

What do you need more my insatiable whore?

My cock, or your will to breathe? Choose.

I am intoxicated by the power I have over you,

My cock is firm and filled with the warm blood of fervour

It is hard to tell if your squirming and flailing are pleasure from being filled as you desire

Or panic from being deprived of what you require

With every second your desperation grows, you kick and writhe, you scream mute through the gag

and your resistance makes my cock throb inside of you,

struggle for me, I won't release you till I take what I want, what I need from you

Do you know what I want yet?

I take the blindfold off, your pupils are wide with fear, deference, abandon, ecstasy.

The glimmer of madness and lust in mine, dims as your visual field narrows from hypoxia

"Do you trust me" I mouth, although you strain to hear as your ears ring softly;

My hands all sinews and veins evoked by the exertion of your asphyxiation,

now patterned by flecks of light forming transient swirling patterns that soon dissolve into fear and panic

There is no escape from the intensity of this moment.

Every fibre of your being cries out for release

I want you to understand, I demand everything from you

Your submission is complete when your very life is in my hands

And all I want

All I need

Is everything you are, every part of you

And because of the trust you place in my hands

I want to take your last breath

In your surrender, I see evidence of the ultimate trust you place in me, as your last breath fades my name forms feebly on your lips

Thank you. For your trust, my love. For your obedience, my pet. For giving me your everything.

I turn I give you release. relief. rest. I kiss your cheek, wiping the tears from your eyes

You draw your first for me, in unison we fill, replete, long and deep with precious oxygen

Our shared breath as one, emerges and finds its natural rhythm

As we fuck ecstatically into the night

Every thrust a shared dance of joy

Each moan a simultaneous symphony of our passion

With every passing minute we fuse and the boundaries between our bodies become obscured

As you, my lover, belong to me

And I belong to you

We collapse together as a tangle of bodies, fingers and hands intertwined

Stay here with me my love, and share together, our first breath

Renewed and revived in each timeless moment