Posted by tina on December 20, 2005 at 14:28:04:
“Black Nylons for the Nubian Nymph”
By Tina
Amber unzipped her short skirt and let it drop around her ankles. She stepped out of the skirt as she began to pull her light blue silk shirt off. She cupped her firm breasts, as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her legs shimmered in the black pantyhose that were only a few shades darker than her own skin color. Amber’s skin was the luscious color of dark chocolate and without apparent blemish or flaw. The sheer hosiery added hardly anything but a little color to Amber’s shapely legs. She ran her hands along her firm thighs, lightly brushed the crotch of the pantyhose and then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the hose. She pulled the pantyhose to mid-thigh and then sat in the large padded chair. The chair was so heavy she had asked her neighbor to help her move it. Now she sat comfortably as she finished removing the silky stockings.
The chair was positioned so she could see herself. The woman in the mirror was young and full of life. Her dark beauty was breathtaking. Amber could hardly believe how attractive the woman appeared. The dark straight hair was a dark mahogany frame for the soft features of her young face. Her eyes were bright as she peered at the gorgeous lady in the mirror.
She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the hard nipples and then fingers moved down between her wide spread legs. Her cunt was recently shaved and was still smooth as she worked her fingers along the pouting lips. Amber moaned softly as she pushed her middle finger slowly into her suddenly wet pussy. To her surprise she had an orgasm, albeit a small one, just from the initial penetration of her middle digit.
Amber was already breathing hard as she reached over to the small table that sat within arms reach of the massive easy chair. She picked up the battery-powered dildo and smiled at the girl in the mirror as she hit the power button and the dildo buzzed with life. Quickly the fake dick replaced her finger. She sat a minute wriggling in her soft seat as the dildo brought along another, bigger orgasm.
Then Amber slowly reached out and picked up one of the silk scarves from the table. Her body was young and supple and she had no difficulty bending over to tie her right ankle to the leg of the chair. This action pushed the rubber phallus a little deeper inside her cunt and she was rewarded with yet another orgasm.
In no apparent hurry she repeated the process knotting the soft scarf tightly around her left ankle and the leg of the chair. She looked again at the image in the mirror. The girl peered back, with legs slightly spread from the bondage and the butt end of the fake prick sticking out of her dripping cunt.
“Is that young beautiful girl really me,” Amber asked as she gazed at the mirror.
Even though the lips moved in concert with her lips it was still hard to believe she had grown into such a drop dead gorgeous young woman. At the tender age of 22 Amber’s friends thought she had everything. In addition to her flawless good looks and great body she had a good job and a girlfriend who was the best lover she had ever experienced. Amber thought of her lover, the woman who had brought Amber’s sexuality to fruition. She tapped the envelope with her finger and hoped the woman would not be too devastated by Amber’s actions.
“Everything to live for,” Amber said to the girl in the mirror.
That was the problem. This was as good as she could ever expect. The march of days would ravage her body. Her lover would betray her as all lovers always do in time. So Amber had decided to die young and leave a beautiful corpse.
“Who said that,” Amber inquired out loud and watched the girl in the mirror shrug her shoulders.
Amber paused as another orgasm trickled through her tummy.
As the orgasm subsided she picked up the handcuffs from the table. She clicked the cuffs around her left wrist and looked at the other dangling bracelet, open and inviting. These were heavy-duty handcuffs not toys. Amber sighed as she picked up the sheer black pantyhose from the arm of the chair. Her eyes looked at the mirror as her hands looped the pantyhose around her slender throat. She cocked her chin up a little as she wound the nylons once around. She crossed the legs once over and then she took a deep breath, blew it out and took a second breath and held it. Amber then pulled the single knot down tight. From past experience she knew she had to work quickly. The urge to remove the strangling stocking would come quickly and this wasn’t going to be one of her asphyxiation games. This was deadly serious business.
She watched in the mirror as she guided the legs of the nylons back around. She closed her eyes momentarily as she tied another single knot in the ligature and pulled hard on the pantyhose. The expected wave of dizziness came and she sat, trembling as she held onto the hosiery. As her mind cleared she felt the terrible pressure.
“Got to loosen the stockings,” a voice told Amber.
“NO!” the girl in the mirror screamed as she continued to wind and tie the soft stockings.
The black band of hosiery grew tighter as Amber worked furiously tugging at the pantyhose. Finally she tied a hard knot under her chin. She didn’t bother to look at the girl in the mirror as she forcefully thrust her arms behind the chair back.
“You can do it, Amber,” she reassured herself as she fumbled with the cuffs.
She couldn’t hear the cuff click closed because of the ocean roar in her ears. She really didn’t know that her wrists were secured behind her back and the chair back until she tried to bring her hands back around to the front.
“Oh, it hurts,” she thought as she tried to reach around to untie the ligature.
Amber tried to breathe for the first time since she had begun to tie the stockings around her neck. The girl in the mirror had a look of panic as she realized the pantyhose were in fact tied too tight to allow her to inhale. The girl’s strong legs pulled hard at the scarves. The beautiful young girl’s body pulled and twisted against the bonds holding her in place. The heavy chair hardly budged as she struggled to free her body from the deadly trap.
“It’s a mistake,” Amber screamed as the pressure continued to build in her head.
Her breasts bounced up and down as her chest heaved in a futile effort to bring in another cool breath of air. Amber’s lovely black body was a jumble of taut muscles as she strained against the handcuffs and the scarves binding her wrists and ankles. Her strong young neck tried to push the loops of hosiery out and a couple of times she was able to drag in a ragged little breathe. Then the black bands would tighten again, seemingly tighter than before as the Lycra in the hosiery worked its magic.
“Please help me,” Amber called out as the pantyhose strangled her.
There was of course no one to help her. After several minutes her bulging eyes fixed on the mirror. The smooth black body was covered in sweat. Amber felt the dildo again. She felt its hum and suddenly focused on her dripping slit. A little silver dollar sized white spot of plastic poked out from her pussy and as her vision began to blur for the final time she relaxed and let another orgasm take hold of her.
Her body glistened with the light covering of perspiration as the vibrator worked its magic.
Then the room began to fade. Amber tried to resist but she could no longer fight the dark tidal wave. She couldn’t help herself. Like a kid at the horror movie she had to take one last look at her lovely face. Her dark eyes appeared even darker with the bulging rim of hemorrhaged white around them. Her face had become as dark as her long hair and had puffed up to be almost featureless. Her lips were drawn back in a cheesy smile that was actually the grimace of painful death by strangulation. The last thing she saw was her bloated pink tongue hanging out of the corner of her mouth.
The nubile nymph waited for her lover to return as she sat patiently in the comfortable chair.