Anita


Posted by Don the rope on March 17, 2005 at 14:00:05:

I'm sitting in my motel room just thinking over my full life. I'm no longer a young man, and I am remembering Anita, she is the lady that first got me involved with breath play.She was my business partner at the time. We were not in love, but did become lovers several times a year, just for the mutual pleasure of it. In one of our strangling fucking sessions Anita was pretty drunk... when she told me her favorite fantasy, that got me thinking.

Her fantasy went something like this. Since she often had to travel because of our business, she would fantasies about being attached in her room. in her fantasy she would be strangled, raped and eventually killed, but not before cu ming several time hard. We laughed and talked about it some, but I never forgot it, because it put an idea into my head.

On her very next business trip I went secretly to the city she was in and got into her hotel room. It was not very hard back in those days. I knew her schedule and habits , so i knew when she would come into the room she would strip and run hot bath water first thing. Counting on her regularity i arranged for a wake up call to come about the time she would be ready for her bath. I then hid behind a drape in her room near the phone. Soon (right on schedule) she entered the room, threw down her purse and started undressing... She was down to her skirt, and bra when she went into the bathroom, and I heard the water start to run.(she is so predictable). I hear her from time to time in the bathroom doing what women do,(who knows what that is LOL) when finally I hear the water go off. she soon enters the bed room and removes the rest of her clothing... she is very well built... I'm glad she is not married, so she has been available for our plays from time to time. She starts back toward the bathroom when the phone rings (right on schedule) she curses and turns to get it. As she nears the phone it brings her just pass me.She picks up the phone and hears them tell her it is her wake up call.. she looks puzzled and hangs up. By then I have stepped out from the curtain and am wrapping a long silk scarf around her throat. she trys instinctively to turn and see me, but I prevent it and say nothing to let her know who I am.

Our struggle is very satisfying... she never struggled like this when we were playing, but not that she believes she is being attached for real she is really fighting. soon we pass a mirror in the room and she sees me... I see her surprise and suddenly notices she seemed to relax, realizing I was just playing with her. We continued the struggle, but with less intensity... soon I backed her to the bed and she went back.... I momentarily released my grip on the scarf and dropped my pants. I lay on top of her and kissed her.. I said

"Hope you enjoyed having your favorite fantasy come true". she replied

"yes it was wonderfully frightening"

With that I entered her pussy and tightened the scarf again.
I remember after all these years the sound of her gaging and gasping as we fucked and she strangled. Our play went on for quiet a while that night and she came near passing out several times and I would allow some air to revive her enough to continue our play for a good long time.
But eventually she signaled me that she was ready to quit...she had climaxed several times, and between that and her prolonged lack of air, she was very weak.

It was now that I looked into her eyes and said

Thank you Anita for insisting a few years ago that I take out Partner insurance policies on us for $3 mill. I am going to enjoy it. Her eyes opened wider, and she grunted out

"What do you mean"

I did not answer, I just tightened the scarf again. Just before I cut off all her air I heard her say

"No Pleeese"

Since she was so weak the fight she tried to mount was not much. She soon passed out and I left the room with her lying face up on the bed completely dead. In those days I did not need to worry about DNA, or fingerprints. I had a strong alibi so I felt safe.

I invested the money well and now have over 50 million, and lots of memories. Memories of ladies I have strangled to death since then. It was so exciting for me that it became like a drug.
I moved from city to city, and when forensics became better at detecting and identifying crime, I bought a 52 ft boat and went to small islands in the Caribbean and around the world and picked up ladies. Once finished with them, I would weigh them down and toss them over board in deep water. As i am writing This I am waiting for my latest Asian lady to finish her shower, before I strangle her. I now have to tie them up, its not like in the old days when i had plenty of strength and energy. but thats OK, I still get hi strangling pretty young things.
Don