Posted by Don the rope on February 20, 2004 at 13:35:34:
The Snuff Artist
I live and work in a climate that does not discourage a persons pursuit of fulfillment in any way. Several years ago all forms of desires were made legal as long as it did not hurt any one else… this included the desire to die. It was found that their was a market for helping people that wanted to do so and would consent to death for what ever reason.
I make a very good living participating in this newly formed industry of granting people their desire to die in exactly the way they wish. But this story is not about me, it is rather about one of these outstanding and amazing people. Her name was Thantasy.
You notice that I have already referred to her in the past tense.
Thantasy first contacted me because she said she had been following my career (career I had never thought of it that way), she said she wanted me to help her find the ultimate height in sexual climax. It seems that she had researched several “Snuff Artist” (I had never thought of myself that way either) and felt that I was the best for her purposes.
It seems that Thantasy was some what of a sex addict… not really a sex addict so much as an orgasm or climax addict. She was ever seeking a higher climax. At first she tried all sorts of sexual acts, positions, partners, and deviations, and (what some call) perversions. All were fine for a time, but soon left her longing for a bigger bang so to speak. Eventually she heard that something called “Breath Play” would heighten the climax for her, so she perused it with great delight and satisfaction. But after a while even that left her longing for more, so she moved on until she wanted to pass out. Soon she encouraged her partners to tell her they were going to snuff her, and this provided somewhat of a new high, but as always it soon left her wanting.
She told me that she felt that I was the best hope for her to reach the ultimate high. She had concluded that the ultimate high could only be
reached once in a life time. Since she concluded this she felt that once her “ultimate Climax” was achieved, she seen no reason to continue life. She further became convinced that for her, at least, to achieve this she would have to know for certain that this was going to be her last sexual experience. She felt that she had to know for certain that at the conclusion of this experience she would die.
So in summary she had chosen me because she felt that my reputation (as a snuff artist) was one of trying my best to help people die in as much pleasure as I could give. And that if she was ever going to experience the ultimate, once in a lifetime climax, she would have to do it at the climax and certain end of her life.
I accepted the challenge (for I did certainly take it as a real challenge) and began preparing myself for the task at hand. In the coming days leading up to my effort to help her achieve her ultimate climax I spent much time with her. We talked and we played. I spent much time letting her teaching me what she loved most in a sexual partner and how she wanted me to please her. Soon we began to care very much for each other and I felt that this was one of the necessary ingredients to her ultimate success in this endeavor.
In a surprising development a nearby university heard about her efforts to achieve the ultimate climax and they were intrigued. They asked if they could do a study of her efforts and document her results. She agreed. They found ways to measure her “Pleasure rate’ (So they called it) and tested her in various sexual acts so that they would have something to measure her final
attempt against. I did not mind this a bit since it meant many sexual encounters with what I frankly found to be the most sexually stimulating women I had ever known. But eventually the university declared they had all the data necessary for them to successfully rate her final climax against all the others they had documented.
I spent the night before her final climax with her. Oddly enough we did not have sex, but yet it was a very intimate and sexual experience as we sat close and talked about any thing and everything that came to mind. She was very relaxed and sure of what she was doing and let me know she was very well satisfied with her choice of me as her “Snuff Artist”.
The next day as we entered the room where only I would walk out alive she was excited and happy. As I undressed her (in exactly the way she enjoyed most) I felt highly aroused. We went through all the foreplay she had taught me she wanted and I could tell as we progresses she was pleased and she had a way (unknown to the untrained) of letting me know when I should move to the next phase of out pursuit of the “Ultimate Sexual High”. We had decided to use a clear plastic bag so as to allow me the most freedom to pleasure her while her need for air increased. The university had helped us determine how large a bag to use so as to allow the proper amount of time to bring her to her greatest pleasure threshold (they use such complicated words). As I placed the bag over her head she welcomed its confinement, knowing that the air inside was all she would have to last the rest of her life. We decided to leave her hands free to assist in her own pleasure and we proceeded with the Love making and pleasuring as she seamed to find most stimulating. Her whole body was especially sensitive as she reacted with more intensity to each touch than I had ever seen in her before. As we made love she was obviously pleased with her level of excitement and she obviously experienced several climaxes with each seeming to me to be at a higher level than the one before. And it soon became obvious that she was using all the air in the bag very quickly… soon her gasping became more desperate and demanding while giving her less and less oxygen. The deprivation of oxygen made her climax even higher and she was exhausting her energies rapidly in her thrashing about with pleasure increased and then began to decrease. Soon it became obvious that Thanta had very little conscious time left on earth and I used the best and most satisfying touches and moves I knew and she seemed to respond even in her weakness. Soon after my own climax her body went limp and she lay still jerking slightly...but I could feel her pussy muscles tightening around my cock in a very satisfying way. I continued pleasuring her until I was sure that their was no heart beat left in her.
AS I withdrew and looked admiringly down at what had been the most sensual and sexually stimulating woman I had ever knew I was stricken with the look of complete fulfillment on her face. As I removed the bag form her head I could not help but caress and kiss her repeatedly thanking her for choosing me to help her in this final quest for the “Ultimate Climax”.
Later the university told me she had very defiantly surpassed any previously measured “Pleasure threshold” It seems her efforts were successful. I now look upon my self in a new way. I now view myself as a “Snuff Artist”
Don