Fantasy written by My fan Marco
“I knelt before Lady Ezada Sinn, helpless and naked. She was absolutely amazing. She was dressed in her fetish best—a tightly-cinched black corset, black seamed stockings with garter straps, sky-high heels, and long, black, elbow-length gloves with a large jeweled ring on her forefinger. She reminded me of an evil Queen—Lady Macbeth or the Queen who tried to murder Snow White. Incredible, powerful sensuality, with a deadly look in her rouged, hypnotic eyes. I fixated on the thought of her executing me—preferably by strangling me. I had begged her to pretend to kill me and had traveled all the way to Romania for the experience.
“Please, Goddess Ezada, will you strangle me with your gloved hands…will you pretend to kill me…please…please!!”
“Ohhhhhh, my dear pet, of course I will. But first you have to pay a price to your Fetish Queen. Look at me, slave. Have you ever seen such an incredible combination of beauty, sensuality, and perversity? I love the way these stockings feel on my legs—the wishing sound they make when I rub them. I so love the bizarre…you must submit to enslavement and degradation at my beautiful hands. I have such twisted plans for you—HaHaHaHaHa! Now follow me—on your hands I crawled behind her, admiring her height and her power in those heels and the way her ass swayed. She led me to a well-lit room with a full- length mirror. There was a chair in front of the mirror. She ordered me to sit. I was shivering—but excited.
“Mmmmmmm, look at your cock swelling already.” She began stroking it with her heel, rubbing it up and down the bulging veins in my cock. “I want to see your worthless cock weeping pre-cum. I know how to coax it out of my slaves.” Soon I gave in to the sensations and my pre-cum began to ooze…”Please, Goddess Ezada, please let me cum…When are you going to strangle me? I came all the way from America-it is all I have thought about.”
“Awwwww, tsk, tsk, my American slave is so desperate. But not right away…I want to have some fun first. I want you to adore me in the most bizarre way…starting with my perfect ass. And I want to observe everything I do to you in my mirror.” She walked around me so I could drink her in…her black fishnet stockings, her garter straps, her black corset—so intoxicating. Now I could see that she wore matching black thong panties, exposing her naked ass and pussy. She licked her full red lips and they glistened in anticipation. She turned her amazing, beautiful ass toward me, moving her black thong to one side, spreading her cheeks and pushing her moist crack into my face as the garter suspenders bit into her flesh…my cock wanted to explode…”Now lick and kiss my ass…bury your tongue deep…lick the inside of my divine ass clean. Make sure you tongue my beautiful ass pucker.” I did as she commanded, licking and kissing, pushing my tongue in so deep…it smelled and tasted so funky and strong…What a sensation it was feeling the texture of her asshole…
”Do you like my fragrant ass? Would you like to be my living toilet paper? It’s so energizing how I can use my beauty to debase and degrade another human being.” I nodded my head as she pushed my face even deeper into her ass…I was having trouble breathing, but I was never so aroused and I wanted to cum so desperately…
Mistress Ezada removed my head from her ass and ordered me to sit in the chair. My cock was coated with moist pre-cum and I wanted release so desperately. Her ass scent was embedded in my brain. She circled me, smiling…she was so cruel and omnipotent. “When I first read your email begging me to “pretend” to kill you I was hesitant. After all, this could be very risky…but the thought of how it would feel to take someone to the brink of death…I just couldn’t resist.” She stared into my eyes with her hypnotic gaze…
“Do you want to cum for me, slave Marco?”
“Yes, Goddess Ezada!”
“Do you want to suffer for your Fetish Queen?
“Yes, Goddess Ezada!”
“Do you want to die for me?”
Yes, yes, Goddess Lady Ezada, oh, please…please…kill me!!”
Then Fetish Goddess Ezada sat on my lap and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “Would you like to taste my spit, you worthless slave? Now you can quench your thirst with my saliva.” The Goddess laughed lout loud, grinding her ass into my swollen cock. “Open your mouth wide, slave!” I did as I was told…I could see Goddess Ezada working up a load of spit…then she stood up and positioned her beautiful, full, wet mouth above mine…she opened her mouth slightly and drooled out gorgeous ropes of spit, hitting the back of my throat…I gulped it greedily…I felt so privileged to be consuming the spit of my Fetish Goddess, Mistress Ezada.
This went on for a few minutes…I enjoyed the addicting taste so much as well as the feeling of my free will and dignity being disintegrated by such a stunning, world-class fetish dominatrix.
Then Goddess Ezada began caressing me with her black gloves, making sure to rake my face with her large ring. “Do you like my
gloves, slave? They are black satin…so smooth and warm. Look how they go all the way up over my elbows. Can you see my beautiful nails through the material?” As she finished smoothing the gloves, she ground her ass into my cock, making me want to cum again. “Don’t I look devastating in these gloves? Do you know what I’m going to do with these gloved hands, my sweet slave?”
“Please, please, please…strangle me with them! Kill me with them!”
“Your Divine Fetish Queen will now grant your wish.” Goddess Ezada slowly squeezed her fingers around my vulnerable neck…pressing tighter and tighter…I could feel her growing wet from the excitement as she breathed heavily…her hypnotic eyes were so alive as I gasped and gagged and my own eyes widened in desperation…As I felt about to pass out she would loosen her grip, sadistically allowing me to regain my senses…then she applied her death grip again…and again…and again…She actually laughed at my suffering: ”Ohhhhhhhh…I can actually feel the power flowing through my fingers as I choke the life out of you…what an indescribable rush!”
I gasped and gagged, reflexively trying to pry her hands loose but it was useless…she smiled widely and tilted her head, fascinated and aroused by how my body was reacting…I could smell her excitement at the prospect of finishing me…”I may actually strangle you to death, you worthless slave…no “pretending”…you are about to get your secret wish!” Goddess Ezada pressed her thumbs into my carotid artery and I saw stars, gasping and gagging and spitting…I panicked because she was really going to commit murder—my murder. I struggled at first but I felt myself going under…slowly fading…giving in to her…”Mmmmm, I want you to cum as you lose consciousness…can you feel your brain starving for blood as I squeeze your carotid artery? Are your lungs burning from lack of oxygen?” She laughed at how pathetic and helpless I was. “Look how your eyes stare…the life slowly going I could feel her wetness growing…white light…my eyes fluttering…my tongue dangling, which she mocked by sticking out her own tongue and licking my face as I struggled. My body went into spasms as she mercilessly squeezed harder…I heard her moaning with pleasure as my skin turned red then blue, and my arms and hands dropped limply by my sides…She watched in the mirror, in love with her image and her almighty power, rubbing my slimy hard cock with her ass.
She continued to squeeze and I felt myself about to cum…autoerotic asphyxiation, brought on by the most powerful and beautiful fetish mistress and goddess…She laughed as she felt my cock spasm under her, ejaculating my warm cum as I passed out. But then
she wondered—should she really finish me off? She had such a willing slave at her command…a slave she could use as human toilet
paper…force to drink her golden nectar…and, yes, command to lick the cum from her divine body…or perhaps suffocate with a plastic bag…Perhaps do all this in front of a live audience! Indeed, Goddess and Mistress Ezada Sinn had more ideas on how to degrade and enslave me—what…would…she…do?
To be continued?”