Posted by tina on November 21, 2005 at 12:00:17:
“Suzy’s Stairway Suffocation”
by tina
Suzy was an innocent appearing girl. She had the looks of the girl next door. So sweet and innocent you felt like taking her in your arms to protect her. Even her work clothes were conservative. Her nylons were nude, her pumps had a low heel if any at all, and the hem of her business skirts always hid her dimpled knees. Suzy had wonderful legs but her attire barely showed off this asset.
But this was the weekend and demure Suzy was nowhere in sight. Suzette shivered as the draft of cool air hit her naked skin. She wore a blue satin corset with black lace trim. A matching thong barely covered her shaved pussy. The straps of the corset were fastened to full fashion stockings. The patent leather pumps Suzette wore had five-inch heels. The slut took the ice tray from the refrigerator and set it on the counter.
As she walked back upstairs to her bedroom she could feel the vibrator humming away inside her pussy. It seemed to be battling with the butt plug firmly stuffed up her rosebud asshole. Once back in her bedroom she sat down at the vanity and smiled wickedly at the whore in the mirror.
“A slut like you needs to be bound and gagged,” she said to her reflection.
She picked up the rolled up nylons and shoved the soft ball between her lips. Her cheeks puffed out as the stockings filled her mouth. The lips, painted bright red, stayed slightly parted. Suzette picked up one of the silk scarves and slid it over her nose and mouth. The bottom edge hooked under her chin as she brought the ends back. The top edge ran across the bridge of her nose. As she pulled the scarf tight her nose flattened. This made breathing difficult but added to the sense of really being a damsel in distress. Once she had the scarf pulled back she tied the ends securely behind her head. She again looked at the whore in the mirror. Now the slut was properly gagged, half the face covered by the floral scarf, the ball of nylon securely stuffed in place between her luscious lips.
Suzette bent over and slid the ankle cuffs in place. She fastened first her right ankle and then her left. She had shortened the hobble chain to six inches to make walking almost impossible. She sat back up and a nice wave of dizziness washed over her.
“Hmmmmm,” she hummed under the gag as she almost fell from the dressing chair. She thought about loosing the scarf a tad but then decided the restriction was just right. So instead of adjusting the gag she picked up a length of nylon rope. She slid the rope behind her back, brought it around her waist, and tied a single knot and cinched the rope down tightly around her midsection. She repeated this operation and then brought the ends of the rope down between her legs. She stood up, passed the ends back and up. She made sure the rope was inside her thong as she pulled it tightly up inside her ass cheeks. She crossed the ends behind her, brought them around her waist and had enough slack to tie a nice square knot right about where her navel was.
Suzette sat back down and wriggled her ass on the padded chair. The ropes felt smooth and cool as they caressed her sex on either side of the vibrator. The nylon also pushed the butt plug further home.
She could feel her juices begin to flow as she picked up the handcuffs. She snapped one cuff snugly around her left wrist and then picked up another silk scarf from the dresser. This one was folded and she brought the scarf up to cover her eyes. She took one last look at the girl in the mirror and then tied the blindfold in place. Then Suzette put her hands behind her back. She felt with her fingers to find the crotch rope. Then deftly slid the right hand cuff under the rope behind her back. She slipped her right wrist inside the open bracelet and ratcheted the cuff tightly closed. Suzette winced as she was a little too exuberant closing the cuff and it bit hard into her tender flesh.
This unexpected pain actually triggered her first orgasm. Her body reacted to the mix of pain and pleasure as she thought about the helpless damsel reflected in the mirror. The clock on the nightstand chimed 7:00 o’clock and Suzette thought, “Lucky indeed!”
From experience she knew it would take a good half hour for the cubes to melt and the keys to the cuffs to be freed. She also knew that it would take almost as long for her to hobble down stairs in her current condition. Even standing was difficult, as she would start to rise only to have momentum pull her fanny back onto the chair seat behind her. Of course this caused a most delightful sensation as her ass contacted the cushion and pleasantly jarred the toys inside her. On the third try she managed to get to her feet. She wobbled a little and then stood straight.
The rope accentuated Suzette’s figure even more than the corset. She never pulled the corset too tight because she liked to see the rope create the hourglass figure. Of course she had heard of women passing out from over tight under garments. Since Suzette was playing alone she certainly didn’t want to faint.
Despite the five-inch heels and the hobble chain she managed to turn and get her butt against the bedroom wall. She carefully slid along the wall, taking only the short sliding steps allowed by the chain between her cuffed ankles. The movement caused another orgasm as the vibrator did its job in her slick slit.
Suzette moved cautiously into the hallway, feeling for the banister and the top step.
“Don’t want to go head first,” she thought to herself as hands found the railing and her toe moved over the edge of the first step, “I wonder what my friends would think if they found me all bound and gagged with a broken neck at the foot of the stairs?” To avoid such a catastrophe Suzette slowly sat down on the carpeted stair well. She would extend her feet two steps below then slide off. Even though the carpet was plush the landing would shove the butt plug hard against her rectum. This would trigger another lovely orgasm that rippled all along Suzette’s lovely body.
Suzette was about half way down the stairs when she noticed a tickle in her throat. Without giving it much thought she tried to swallow. The tickle went away but she was suddenly aware that the ball of nylon stockings had shifted back in her mouth. Suzette tried to cough but the silk scarf prevented much air past her nostrils into her lungs. Instead of coughing she found that she instead had sucked the ball of black nylon deeper into her throat. Her breath was suddenly cut off as the stockings blocked her airway.
Suzette pulled frantically at the handcuffs as her lungs began to call for air. She rocked on the step and this triggered the biggest orgasm of all. The heat of her cunt melted into the heat of her burning lungs. Her brain was overloaded with a most delicious mix of pain, panic and pleasure. Her lovely body sent out mixed messages as asphyxiation slowly clouded Suzette’s thoughts.
“Oh, my,” she thought languidly, “I’m going to suffocate on my stockings.”
Despite this horrible thought, Suzette’s mind was drawn to her pussy. The orgasms were rolling up her tummy as she struggled on the step to somehow free herself. She was only vaguely aware of the chains chattering as her legs kicked and her arms pulled futilely against the metal cuffs. Her lovely ass rolled back and forth on the step and this further stimulated her dripping vibrator stuffed cunt.
The silk scarf was plastered down against her nose as she tried desperately to inhale. But the black nylon ball was solidly lodged in her throat. Then her body began to weaken and she could no longer struggle against the asphyxiation that was so inevitable. She felt the vibrator humming away happily in her pussy and basked in its glow. Her brain seemed to light up with fireworks as her legs stretched out on the stairs and she lay back. She was oblivious to everything but the vibrator as the fireworks began to fade and the darkness closed around her.
Suzette’s supine body lay stretched out on the stairway. The scarves still covered her face. The scarf over the lower half of her face hid the cyanotic lips. The blindfold covered the gaping eyes. The house was quiet except for the quiet humming noise between her spread legs.