Posted by tina on September 04, 20013 at 21:02:54:
Hi, everyone! Claire suggested I put pen to paper and I hope I have done her proud. Enjoy!
“Claire and Mistress Amelia”
By tina
Claire
loved to be a troll. No, she was not an ogre kind of troll. Her
father was a fisherman and she learned to bait the hooks just right so
they could troll for the fish that provided a good living and better
food for their table. That was what Claire did as a girl but now she
lurked as a woman.
Claire lurked in hopes of finding her. Claire was
a member or a lurker of all the on-line sights that she might frequent.
Since Claire was the daughter of a fisherman she was patient. So it
was a surprise when the woman had found Claire.
Like Claire she was
on Craigslist. She was looking for a gasper girl. Of course her
request was not that obvious but Claire recognized immediately what the
lady wanted. No, wanted was the wrong word. “You desire me,” Claire
had whispered when she saw the post that she had waited for all her
life.
The back and forth had been a little tedious but now Claire was
exhilarated as she sat waiting. She was in her car, in a parking
garage of her choosing. The only stipulation from the Craigslist lady
was that Claire blind fold herself. It was quite eerie as Claire waited
in the dark. She jumped when the passenger door opened but then she
heard the familiar voice of the Craigslist lady.
“Hello, Claire,” the sultry voice said as Claire felt somebody get into the passenger seat of her BMW.
Instinctively
Claire reached for the silk scarf she had used to cover her eyes. “No,
Claire,” the soft voice had commanded as a powerful hand gripped her
wrist. “If you remove the blindfold too soon I will have to do
something…hmmmm…unpleasant.”
“Will it be unpleasant for me or for you?” Claire had laughed as she had asked the nonsensical question.
“Both!” was the unexpected reply from Claire’s new friend.
Claire
did not resist as her hands where cuffed behind her. “You can’t drive
blindfolded so my chauffeur will take your place.” Claire of course had
objected to this. “He has been told we are kidnapping you for a
birthday prank,” the Craigslist lady told Claire. Claire relaxed as she
was assisted from her car and unceremoniously dumped into her trunk.
By
the time the car stopped Claire’s panties where wet from her excited
anticipation. Then several more unanticipated things had happened to
Claire.
Claire awakened and was aware of several things.
She was
seated on a divan but not the one she remembered from her brief sojourn
in Mistress Amelia’s living room. That had been a plush leather couch
with three wide cushions. Claire had focused on it as she had stripped
down to her panties. It was the last object Claire had seen as the
mistress had choked her so unexpectedly but so deliciously and of course
so forcefully. The black leather sofa had gradually grown to a big
black blob just before Claire had been choked unconscious.
“She’s going to choke me to death,” Claire had thought as her world disappeared.
Claire
was still naked except for her panties. She was aware the handcuffs
had been removed but her arms had been tightly tied at her sides by
white nylon rope. Despite the tension of the coils the loops of rope
had felt smooth and soft against her skin. Her wrists had been bound
with the same type of rope. There was a crotch rope tied around her
wrists, between her legs through her white panties, up and around her
waist. Claire realized that she was tied in such a way that she could
move her hands inside her panties to finger her slit on either side of
the crotch rope. She confirmed this and had discovered that moving her
hands tightened the crotch rope and she had felt a most delightful
sensation as the rope had tighten against her cunt and asshole. Claire
was actually fingering herself with both middle fingers as her head fell
back against the couch cushion.
Claire had let out a gasp when she
saw it. Another length of the white rope had been fashioned into a
hangman’s noose. It hung in the middle of the room looped around a
sturdy wooden beam that Claire realized was not just decorative. A foot
stool had been placed directly under the dangling noose.
“A short
stool,” Claire had actually whispered the words,” that could easily be
kicked away.” She had her first orgasm and moaned loudly with erotic
delight. She was startled by the arrival of Mistress Amelia. “I see
you have started without me,” the mistress stated as she grasped
Claire’s arm.
Mistress Amelia lifted Claire from the divan and
marched quickly to stool. Claire soon found herself noosed on the
stool. It was her heart’s desire. Her fingers probed deeper and deeper
into her cunt as she had relished the feel of the rope. Her eyes had
been shut tight as she pleasured herself and waited for the mistress to
kick the stool away. Time seemed to stand still as Claire’s fingers
worked furiously in anticipation of her demise.
Then the silence had
intruded on Claire’s ecstasy. She was experiencing the most amazing
sexual arousal that was heightened by her almost breathless
anticipation. Claire had abruptly opened her eyes to see Mistress
Amelia sitting on the divan. The mistress’s legs had been spread wide
with her PVC panties down around her smooth thighs. Mistress Amelia had
her cock in hand as she had stroked herself. Mistress Amelia gazed up
at Claire as they both had vigorously pleasured themselves.
“I won’t
kill myself for your pleasure,” Claire stated firmly but continued to
finger her puffing pussy. Almost subconsciously her bare feet had
inched toward the edge of the stool. “Of course it’s not suicide if
Mistress Amelia commands me to step off,” Claire had thought but not
said to the t-girl stroking her now engorged penis. Mistress Amelia’s
legs had been spread wide as she reclined on the decorative couch.
“If
I climax and you are still standing there I’ll take matters into my own
hands,” Mistress Amelia responded to Claire’s statement even as her
eyes fixed on her new slave’s toes. Mistress Amelia’s black painted
lips went up in a knowing smile. Claire watched Mistress Amelia’s black
gloved fingers slide faster up and down the now erect shaft of the
little penis. Of course Claire was quite pleased that the dick had
grown larger as the dominatrix stroked herself faster. Claire had
briefly wished she had been between the Mistress’s legs servicing her
lovely little cock but had quickly decided she preferred her current
perch as she had another toe curling orgasm. And Claire’s toes had
curled quite literally around the edge of the stool. She had flexed her
knees and had felt the smooth rope tighten ever so slightly. Her eyes
had remained focused between Mistress Amelia’s legs as she had continued
to probe her wet slit with her eager fingers. A long stream of white
cum shot out onto the right stocking top as Claire pushed the stool
back. The white strip of sperm stood out brightly against the dark
black welt of the full fashion nylon.
Claire was not aware of the
stool tipping until her left foot had stepped off. Her right foot had
automatically thrust back to push the stool out from under her feet.
Mistress Amelia smiled at her willing slave as Claire swung free. The
stool clattered backwards as Claire’s slender throat took the sudden
insistent caress of the smooth, white noose. Claire’s startled scream
was cut short. Mistress Amelia finished climaxing with squirts of cum
dotting her black nylons as well as the strip of white thigh exposed
above the stocking tops.
The dominatrix sat back to watch and listen.
Despite Claire’s quite impressive struggles as she hanged, her slow
strangulation at the end of the white rope was an amazingly quiet
business. The transgendered woman had heard an occasional strangled
gasp or choked off gurgle. Finally as Claire’s frantic kicking and
twisting had intensified the mistress had heard the creak of overhead
beam as the rope tugged down with the hanging brunette’s wild
undulations.
“I’m glad I tied that long hair of yours in a ponytail,”
Mistress Amelia had spoken to the dying girl. “Oh, what’s this then?”
Mistress Amelia leaned forward as she watched Claire’s legs come upward
and then slowly drop back down. As Claire’s legs had done this slow
motion action Claire’s abdomen displayed the obvious signs that the
hanging brunette was experiencing an orgasm. The orgasm had obviously
sapped the final bit of energy that Claire had left. Her body had
relaxed as the knot had worked its way up and around Claire’s throat so
that her head was cocked to her left.
Claire’s bulging eyes had gazed
at Mistress Amelia and it appeared to the mistress that the not quite
dead girl’s lips had turned up in a slight smile. “Or perhaps it’s just
a dreadful grimace!” the woman in black had exclaimed with a laugh.
It
did appear that Claire was still pleasuring herself. Her hands had
still been stuffed inside the white panties and it was quite evident to
Mistress Amelia that the doomed woman was fingering herself as she had
slowly expired.
The room had grown deathly still. The heaving
breasts had no longer fought for air. The hands had ceased to move
inside the now soiled white panties. Mistress Amelia turned off the
light and went upstairs. She had set her alarm for 3:45 AM so she could
take Claire down and dispose of the body in the comforting cloak of the
pre-dawn darkness.