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Chapter 17: Bewilderment.
She attempted to pull the bag over my head again, but I was still making frantic efforts to avoid it, vigorously moving head around.
"Keep your head still!"
For the first time in the session, I ignored her command.
The nightmare experience of my near asphyxiation momentarily overcoming my terror of this relentlessly merciless dominatrix.
With an angry motion, she discarded the bag and grasped the slack hanging down from my chained neck.
Roughly jerking my head back against the hanging chain, she used the slack chain to bind my neck so tight to the chain; I felt I was being choked.
She then picked up the bag and loosely draped it on my now immovably secured head.
"I can't believe you actually disobeyed me!"
She toyed with the bag.
"I didn't think by now, I'd have to deal with a pathetic little display of insolent disobedience."
I was weeping tears of utter misery and despair, my eyes closed, trying shut out of my mind the probable consequences of my moment of defiance.
I felt a sharp smack across my face.
"Look at me!"
I reluctantly opened my eyes and obediently looked at the face of my pitiless tormenter.
My eyes blinking with tears, I nervously took in the mass of dark, lustrously shining hair cascading down to her shoulders, her full, seductively enticing lips, the exquisitely sculptured bone structure and silky texture of her thick eyelashes enhancing the flawless clarity of her wide expressive eyes.
But those eyes examining me were icy and cruel, without the slightest hint of pity or compassion.
I desperately wanted to scream out to her that I was willing to accept permanent enslavement, keep me chained up in this room for ever, torturing me - just spare my life today and release me now before I go raving mad.
"I'll give you one more chance. I'm going to release your head and this time, I want you to exhibit total, unqualified obedience."
She reached down and viciously twisted my testicles.
"Blink once if you understand!"
In total helpless despair, I submitted and presented her with the blink that I believed would seal my fate.
She unwound the chain that had secured my neck and my head hung free once more.
"Now keep your head perfectly still!"
All my instincts screamed out to pull my head away again as she slowly and deliberately pulled the bag down over my head.
I hazily sensed that she wasn't going to suddenly end the sadistic enjoyment she was experiencing by leaving the bag on my head this time, but still the memory of the horror of virtual suffocation was still seared into my brain.
With equally slow and deliberate movements as if to tempt me to flinch, she tied the base of the bag around my neck.
By now, as a result of her activities and extreme pain, I was becoming even more mentally unhinged and started to wonder how I could utilise the bag to swiftly induce unconsciousness or even the death that now felt preferable.
But before the bag had even sealed itself against my face, I felt her untie it and carefully pull it off.
She moved back again and stood in front of me once more, gazing intently in a sort of callous fascination at the pitiful, almost by now dehumanised creature her barbaric activities had fashioned, almost as if she was registering my image in her memory.
She quietly murmured to herself almost in wonder,
"Well, you're certainly a genuine and bona fide slave in every sense of the word."
Shaking her head as if to dismiss those thoughts, she came up close and, unbelievably, started running her hands up and down my body in an affectionate manner.
Then I felt her hug me and whisper in my ear,
"I've read that men being hanged, jerked off at the last moment swinging on the end of a rope¡ or was it they fouled themselves?
Whatever¡ I notice though, you didn't even get a tiny erection when you were struggling for air, or even when I simulated rape. What does one have to do to get you excited again?"
She pressed in closer, virtually caressing me, her tongue exploring my ear and I could feel the nipples of her breasts firm against my bare, lacerated chest and I realised she'd slipped the top of her latex dress down exposing them.
She whispered, "Can you feel my breasts against you? Would you love to fondle them?
Her hand strayed down to my manacled wrists as she forced her latex clad hips against my groin.
"But you can't can you? You hands aren't free to wander are they?" she teased, "Shall I become very compassionate and release them so you can explore my whole body?"
She now felt down between our tightly coupled bodies and took my flaccid penis in her soft satiny-gloved hand and started gently massaging it.
"Oh my poor helpless, baby," She was now kissing some areas she'd burnt with her cigarettes.
"Has this naughty female been mean to you? Let me kiss away the pain."
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