Club Venezia 01

I consider the young woman in front of me. She is slender, delicate with narrow hips and a round face that accentuates her youthful appearance. Only her eyes give away that she's no longer a child. They are warm, brown, large eyes, from which she nervously looks at me. My eyes glide over her body, her flawless tanned skin, and the thin summer dress that ends just below her firm buttocks and emphasizes her well-shaped, solid legs.

I smile at her, it's not a smile meant to comfort, I simply let her know that I enjoy what I see. I softly smile as her gaze repeatedly wanders from her companion, who also silently looks at her and then back to me. I enjoy the silence, knowing that every second grows her uncertainty and nervousness. I follow her gaze and enjoy how her growing uncertainty transforms into nervousness and then slowly into fear. I see the veins pulsating in her neck, getting faster and wait until my gaze captures her. I smile and let my eyes smile as well. It's fascinating how this simple gesture calms her down.

"Are you aware of why you're here?"

My voice is calm, almost gentle, while my gaze drifts over the thin summer dress and lingers on the peaks that outline through the thin fabric and crown her small, firm breasts. She nods and her gaze instinctively flits to the stage, the reason of her presence.

"And you are here voluntarily, is that correct?"

She looks at the man who brought her here, he stares back at her without saying anything until she finally nods.

"I want you to tell me what I said, darling. It's important for me to hear it from your mouth, do you understand? I want to hear that you know why you're here, that you're here voluntarily and want to experience this. If you can't say that, we'll have to stop right now and you might never get this chance again."

Her voice trembles slightly as she answers, it's a trembling whisper, but loud enough for me and my purposes.

"Yes."

I see her waiting anxiously, and feel the excitement in me rise and intensify while I wait for her answer.

"Yes, I know what is expected of me, he told me," I see her gaze towards him as if expecting him to confirm her words. "And I am here voluntarily."

I let the silence linger after her words, waiting until the feeling of security she gained from hearing her own voice fades away and she lowers her gaze.

"Step on the stage."

I continue to smile, but the warmth in my eyes fades as she hesitates. The veins on her neck pulse faster again as she can no longer withstand my gaze and steps forward. I inhale through my nose, but still don't smell it.

"Good. Now go to the center of the room, until the curtain."

I follow her, enjoying the sight of the covered, firm buttocks. As she stands in front of the mirror, I pull on the cord and the curtain falls to the floor. We see our reflection in the mirror while the light in the room is dimmed until we are bathed in light from two spotlights.

"Oh..." I hear her let out an surprised breath and I see her face in the reflection as she sees our reflection. My hands gently grip her shoulders, caress them until I feel her relax. I look into her eyes as I slowly pull down the zipper of her dress and reveal her smooth, tanned back to me. Her lips are slightly parted and I smile slightly as I see how she understands the sexual meaning of the gesture. As I strip the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, it is my turn to deeply exhale as I look at the flawless young body before me. Her breasts are small but full and round, the dark nipples stand proudly up, I let my hands glide over her arms and down her sides while my gaze drifts over her firm belly to the crease between her thighs. It's a perfect cleft, the inner labia hidden like in a young girl. I let my hands glide up over her stomach and encircle her breasts, they fit perfectly into my hand.

"You have the body of a dancer."

She smiles and nods. My fingers encircle her nipples, which begin to swell as I feel her breathing quicken and notice the blood filling the core of my arousal.

"Will you dance for me?" I ask softly, her swollen-sensitive nipples pressed between my fingers, and as she nods, I transform her whispered 'yes' into a whimper as I squeeze the nipple firmly.

I leave the light circle of the two spotlights and to my delight, she remains standing without moving. I push the black rolling table closer, close enough so that I can easily reach my tools when I stand next to her again, but far enough away that she can only sense it at the edge of the spotlight's light.

I stroke the soft skin between her shoulder blades with the soft black leather of the cuff, while pulling her left arm backward. I feel the excitement rising in me as there are just a few hand movements until I'm ready and see in her eyes that she knows this too. The soft leather encloses the skin above her elbow as I fasten the leather straps. I tap her right arm and to my delight, she moves it behind her back where it will be received by the second leather cuff.

With a metallic click, the steel carabiner hook slides into the ring of the Cuffs and I look at ourselves in the mirror - the flawless body as the leather Cuffs tightens their arms behind their back, forcing them to lift their small breasts towards the mirror. She breathes faster and I can smell a faint hint of female arousal.

My left hand presses a button on the control panel and with a slight click, a switch at the ceiling opens and lets the rope fall into her field of vision. The startled gasp as the rope unwinds and a noose dangles in front of her eyes is music to me, and I feel the excitement making my penis swell almost painfully.

I stroke her shoulders softly while wide open eyes stare at the noose that is tied into a perfect hangman's knot. I relish the labored breathing as the scent of heavenly fear mixes with that of arousal.

"Is this why you're here? Is this the fantasy that has been haunting you for years? Completely surrendering to be balanced on the narrow edge between life and death?"

She nods and whispers "Yes" with a dry throat as a monitor comes to life behind us and reflects images of those who were here before her - young women like her and older women, all wearing the noose around their neck. The images blend seamlessly into one another, a kaleidoscope of female obedience while I caress the warm body in front of me. We observe the aroused faces, open, glossy lips, full breasts, glowing bodies slick with sweat. The heavy scent of her arousal fills my nose, but today I crave something different, another scent.

I carefully pull the thick, soft noose over her head, making sure that the gap that forms where the rope reverts to the hanging knot is above her pulsing throat artery. As the knot sits to my satisfaction, I press the button and the rope slowly tightens, taking part of her weight and forcing her to stretch to breathe. I hear the gasping, slightly strangled breathing as the rope takes some of her weight. She moans and writhes as I grip her nipple and knead it almost brutally.

I can feel the emotions intensifying in her as image after image appears before our eyes. First, portraits where faces are dominated by the rope. I let the emotions reflected in their faces affect her. We watch shyness, nervousness, fear, and she moans out as a heavily aroused face fills the screen and my hand glides along her abdomen, until the fingers are just inches away from her intimate area, stroking the delicate skin of her slender thighs.

"Do you feel it? Do you feel the intensity of what she's feeling? Can you sense how infinitely alive she feels in this moment?"

I can feel her trembling, trembling from shyness, nervousness and fear, but also from rising lust, I take the feelings like warm colors and breathe heavily, almost gasping. She writhes as we see the bodies, portrayed in expressive black and white images. Young bodies being forced onto their tiptoes by a cruel rope, you moan as you watch them stretch, how a woman stretches her body in an elegant arc so that the toes of her right foot can reach the ground, mouth wide open, her face frozen in an expression of pain and concentration.

I devour the emotions of my victim, reveling in them as the photographs converge on her. Women who shape their bodies in aesthetically elegant arcs as they dance in mid-air. I give in to the urge and let a finger glide through her slit, enjoying the heavy panting and I inhale the scent of arousal and lewdness as I feel how swollen and wet she is.

The next image makes her gasp. She stares at the wide open eyes of a woman, the white of their pupils surrounded by almost violet-red skin. In her eyes, there's pain, panic, and desperation while the sound of choking, gagging groans from speakers fills the air. The next picture shows her bluish-purple swollen face, with white foam dripping from her wide-open mouth as the soft thick rope squeezes her head without mercy to the side.

And I moan, moaning deeply in pleasure as I feel fear rising within the girl. I know that the image in her mind comes to life as we listen to the choking sounds. My hands feel how she stiffens, how her body prepares to flee. I wrap my arms around the warm female body in a nearly loving yet simultaneously merciless tight embrace, pressing her buttocks against my stiff, hot cock. I let her feel my arousal, whispering in her ear how beautiful she is, how much I need her. The knowledge that fear and sexual feelings, maybe even desire, are battling within her makes me want to rip off my pants and take on the spot.

I resist, tearing myself away from her and watch with her as the image slowly fades out while the choking, gagging, keening sounds end in deafening silence. She stands there with wide-open eyes, her face now pale, searching the mirror reflection for my gaze, seeking reassurance that nothing happened to the woman, but I avoid eye contact. I hear her asking the question, first softly, then more insistently as I, ignoring her voice, slowly emerge from the light into the shadows.

"What happened to her?"

Silence.

"Is nothing happening to her? Is she alright? Please tell me she's fine!"

I unzip my pants and free my nearly painfully swollen cock. I hear the pleading voice, the trembling tone, the fear that slowly turns into panic as my silence echoes in their ears. I step back into the light and let it slowly expose my body, first my foot, then higher, until my erection appears in the light, then over my stomach and abs and I enjoy the startled whimpering as they see the black, tight latex hood that covers my face, leaving only my eyes and mouth exposed.

I look at her companion and nod. "You can go, thank you. She's perfect, I think she'll dance for a long time."

The scream, as the door behind him shuts and she realizes she's alone with me, makes my cock twitch.

"You're scared."

The sudden sound of my voice makes her head swivel and I look into wide open eyes in a pale face.

"Please. I don't want to die!" Her voice is just a whimpering whisper that echoes the struggle between panic and hope.

"That's good but no longer yours to decide. "

I step behind her again, my warm hands glide gently over her body. She flinches as I touch her.

"Fear is part of it. It creates adrenaline. And when adrenaline mixes with lust, you'll live like you've never lived before. You'll experience ecstasy beyond anything you can imagine."

I caress her, enjoy the heavy breathing, the trembling of the skin, feel almost sadly how she slowly calms down, sense how the nipple buds under my touch, how theycome back to life. She still moans, I still feel and smell her fear, but gradually another scent mixes in. She is truly perfect.

"That's what you wanted, didn't you? You've been fantasizing about this for years, imagining the feeling of the rope around your neck for so long. How many times have you masturbated, trembling with desire, wrapping the silk scarf around your neck and imagining it getting tighter and tighter while your fingers make you climax?"

I see us in the mirror, I see the young, naked woman, I see her body and face glowing, I see how the executioner's hands play with her, I see her hips move searching as his hands glide down over her flat stomach, feeling and stimulating along her slender thighs and upper legs.

"Today your fantasy will come true. You will dance for me like you have never danced before."

The screens come to life, filled with her face, her upper body, her young, flawless, glowing with arousal body. Her panting fills the room as the speakers tremble with lust, echoing her moans.

"You will come for me." I whisper in her ear. "And then you will dance for me. You will dance like never before in your life."

My fingers glide between her lips, feeling her wetness, her desire, feeling how her hips twitch as my fingers rub the swollen clitoris, rubbing, sliding, circling. I hear her gasp, her whimper, as her orgasm swells like a wave, fueled by lust and adrenaline. I feel the wave building and starting to crash over her.

"Dance" I whisper, and step on the pedal at the floor.

She screams out as I press two fingers into her, her warm, tight pussy engulfing the intruders with a lewd embrace that turns into wriggling, orgasmic convulsions as the winch slowly tightens the rope. My other arm presses her twitching body against my rock-hard cock and I finger her determinedly, intent on bringing her to climax.

Her hands, bound to her back, embrace the source of my desire and pleasure, squeezing and rubbing until my hips begin to fuck the tight grip of her hands.

I struggle against the rising tide of lust that threatens to drown me as she yields to it, her orgasmic moans and whimpers turning into a choking gasp as the noose pulls her up onto her tiptoes with merciless slowness.

I step away from her and retreat, unable to tear my eyes away from the image that presents itself in the mirror. Her hips still twitch in waves, fucking an invisible partner while I watch how the shock of realization what's happening to her body appears in her eyes.

The room is filled with the same choking noise that the speakers played ages ago. I smile happily as I look at her, head tilted to one side, eyes wide open as her lungs struggle to draw air through the relentlessly tightening noose.

Fear begins to fill her being. Fear that consumes me, making me realize that nothing else in the world matters. For a moment, she's on tiptoes, then her toes glide over the floor and she floats. Her body twists in desperate grace as the toes of her right foot touch the ground one last time.

"Chhgk...."

The thick, soft rope chokes her last words. I can still hear them, I see the panic in her eyes, and I feel so incredibly alive.She writhes, her body twisting like a fish as the winch stops, her searching toes mere inches from the life-saving ground. Even her eyes beg, even her lips plead for mercy, while the beautiful pink of the arousal she just felt darkens until I am met with an almost violet, swollen face.

"Gggkk..."

Her slender legs quiver, stretch out in deadly elegance as her hands reach out emptily, but the leather cuffs on her elbows hold her arms tightly behind her back. She pulls her legs up, stretches them with all her strength over and over again until the powerful thrusts that almost give her air become powerless.

"Chk...."

"Ggk..."

"..."

Her dance is now only a silent trembling, saliva drips onto her small, quivering breasts, and her stomach pulses in desperate attempts to satisfy the burning in her lungs. Then her body collapses, and for a moment, I see it surrendering to her fate before she stares blankly ahead.

My lust overpowers me, I want her, I want to feel the last twitches on my cock, I must feel how life is leaving her. My foot presses down again on the pedal on the floor, I let her fall to the ground and mount her with wild lust.

The wet heat of her pussy engulfs my hard cock; I grasp her knees and press them onto her shoulders, and I fuck her, thrust after thrust until I can go no further. In a state of frenzied lust, I thrust harder against her cervix, feeling like my semen is about to burst out like hot lava.

"HHHHHHHH......."

With trembling, wrenching moans, she comes back to life. I look at her face and see her eyes dazedly wandering until they are captured by my gaze.

"What... Where am I?"

I slowly disengage from her and suppress the disappointment that my unrestrained lust has betrayed me for the experience I crave in dark moments.

"You're at Club Venezia, your new home."