Hi, everyone! This is what reaaly happened to MS Madie. Enjoy!
"MS Madie’s Suicide"
(What really happened?)
By tina
They rule my death a suicide. I guess they couldn’t find it any other way. I tie my long silk scarf loosely around my throat. My fingerprints are the only ones on the handcuffs that pin my wrists behind my back. That is because I am the only person who ever handled them or even knew about them. Well I think I am the only one who knows about the cuffs and my lovely game. It is I who climb up on the ottoman and drape the end of the lovely scarf over the ornate curtain rod. The wooden rod is almost two inches around and easily holds my weight. It is I who stand up on tiptoe, as I pull the slack from the scarf and then tie it securely around the pole. The scarf bites into the tender flesh under my chin making breathing a raspy gasping effort.
The handcuffs dangle from my left wrist. I place my hands behind my back to secure the other bracelet around my right wrist. After all this is complete it is I who finally kick the ottoman over as I have done so many times before.
I dance with my feet a good foot above the living room carpet. I have turned the lights off so a peeping Tom would have to be standing with his face pressed against the picture window to catch my air dance. A single candle flickers to my right on the mantle. The vibrator seems to hum even better as my legs kick and my body sways under the sturdy rod. I know I have three orgasms before I feel the familiar wave of dizziness that signals it is time to stop.
Imagine my surprise and shock as my fingers turn the key to unlock the handcuffs and the cuffs do not open. My fingertips tingle from the asphyxiation as I try with all my strength to turn the key, unlock the metal bracelet, and secure my freedom.
“Oh, God,” I scream in panic, “What’s wrong with the key?”
It is such an easy matter. Madie and I discover breath play together. I am the only one that knows about her edge play. I love to sit on the easy chair, masturbating with my panties around my ankles as Madie strings herself up. Then I let her hang me as she finger fucks my pussy.
I finally work up the courage to ask her to hang me all the way. I flush with excitement as I await her answer. I know she will say yes and she will hang me to death and my orgasms will be transcendent.
“No, you silly girl,” she replies with an unfamiliar tone of dismissal.
Madie gives me no explanation. We drift apart. She has no idea that I sneak up to her living room window to watch her dance whenever her parents are away. Several times I watch as she cuffs her wrists behind her back. I gaze in amazement at what I think is the end of her. But every time she manages to unlock the cuffs, reach up with just enough strength to pull the scarf loose from her throat, and free her from the deadly trap. Eventually I expect Madie will make a mistake. Finally I decide to assist her with her final dance. I decide to be her unlucky charm.
It is such an easy matter to wait for her parents to be out of town. I sneak into her bedroom and replace Madie’s key with mine. Only I know that we had identical cuffs. That evening I wait by the window. I watch as she goes through the routine that only I have ever seen. My pussy tingles as I watch her step up on the ottoman. She goes up on tiptoe as she adjusts her scarf noose. I do realize it but I hold my breath as she ties off the scarf, fastens her wrists behind her back, and kicks away her perch.
I have the best orgasm ever as I watch Madie hang. She is beautiful. I think I feel her orgasm too. I mean I really feel her orgasm along with mine.
I watch closely as her fingers try to turn the key to unlock the sturdy cuff. Her body rotates toward me and I experience another orgasm as I see her panic. Her fingers work frantically at the key and then I watch it fall away.
I almost faint as I suddenly begin to breathe again. I watch her hanging to death as my head clears.
My fingers work frantically at the lock of each bracelet. I have only seconds to release the cuffs, reach up to grasp the curtain rod and lift my weight off the strangling scarf.
“WHY WON’T THE KEY WORK,” Madie screams and the strangled noise that sounds in her ears increases her panic. There is a growing roar in her ears as she slowly strangles. I watch as Madie’s wild undulations swing her body around. I know she sees the glint of silver, the unmistakable shape, and she realizes in horror that the key has fallen out of the lock. It lies on the carpet beneath my swinging feet. Madie dies thinking there has been some terrible accident. Only I know how easily I have engineered her death.
My body rotates back around as I jerk furiously at the cuffs. I don’t feel the pain as the steel cuffs gauge red furrows into my wrists. The only pain I felt is the burning in my chest and the tightening scarf that closes my airway as it chokes the life from my dangling body. Then, oddly, I feel another wonderful orgasm ripple upward through my body as I realize I am going to strangle to death.
I continue the lovely dance to its inevitable conclusion. The dark room seems to grow even darker as I have a final small orgasm. The flicker of the candle fades as though an unseen hand snuffs out its flame.
It is an easy matter to retrieve my key from the carpet below Madie’s feet. I place her key in its place. Her eyes watch me and I see the faint hint of realization. I blow the candle out before I leave.
The presence of the handcuff key and the absence of a note are a curiosity but in the end they rule my death a suicide. They really have no other choice. Especially when she testifies about the games we have played together.
But of course that is not what happened. You murdered me because I wouldn’t murder you. But now I shall murder you because you hanged Madie.