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!"
