My legs are encased by shiny stockings of rubber and by strictly laced ballet boots. Toes pointing to the ceiling, my wrists are strapped to my ankles with tight leather restraints. I grip the long pointed heels with my gloved hands.
There is a rope that’s been tied to the top of the bed post above me the noose placed around my neck, it leaves my breath shallow as it subtly suffocates. I desperately want to relax back into the soft pillows, I lean into my legs to provide some relief, but I am unable to hold the position for long. I slip backwards and the ligature tightens. It edges me towards asphyxiation – what a sweet way to pass….. Continue reading ‘How To Fuck: Position Two.’
