riwa
Governor
Part 1
Even now Dorothy didn’t know why she’d agreed to go through with it. The man on the Internet had described it in perfectly ghastly detail. And yet it had given her the erotic shakes something fierce.
Alisher Khan had come across to her in a rather sympathetic manner, telling her it wouldn’t take long and that it wouldn’t hurt much. He’d told her he would do it humanely, if you could even call such a grisly act humane. It was something more suited to cattle or wild game than it was to any human being. And yet she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He told her he could give her drugs to ease the pain at the final moment. But he said the drugs would probably hamper any orgasm she might have, although she would no doubt piss herself during the moment of truth. Dorothy told him she wanted the full experience and would probably ride it out without any drugs.
He gave her every chance to back out, telling her he could easily find someone else to replace her if she chose not to give her consent. That’s when she’d watched herself type the words, “Don’t give this to anyone else, love. You’ve got me all worked up. I’ll be there with bells on.”
Now she found herself sitting there staring at her computer screen, wondering if she’d gone stark raving mad. Had she given her consent because she was jealous he might get some other woman to go through with it? Or was it something much deeper, some dark fantasy far more lethal than anything she’d ever considered before?
It was impossible to sleep that night. She kept imagining herself at the crucial moment, cumming up a storm as her bladder gave way. It was crazy – she was a bloody fool for even considering it! And yet she felt like now she couldn’t back out. After all, she’d told him she would be there.
She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy the moment her friend appeared at her door the next day. Dottie instantly tried to put on her best face, hoping to get past her visit with Lindsey without giving up her deep, dark secret. For some reason Lindsey always seemed to know when she was up to something particularly kinky.
“What brings you to my humble abode?” Dorothy asked, trying to act casual. Lindsey simply eyed her dubiously.
“You can cut the crap, Dottie. I know something’s up with you. I don’t know how, but I always know. It’s like I can feel it in the air or something. So what did you get yourself into this time?”
“What makes you think I’m into something?” Dorothy asked innocently.
“Don’t try to con me, love. I woke up this morning and just had this gut feeling. But now that I’m here I can see it in your face.”
“You always were the suspicious one,” Dottie remarked, trying to downplay it. But she already knew in her heart she wasn’t going to be able to hide this one from her friend.
“I have every right to be suspicious about you and your kinks, you silly bitch. The last time you had that look on your face you allowed that guy to take you to his pool and dunk the shit out of you. As I recall, you ended up half-drowned, remember? I’ll bet you still get the erotic shakes remembering how that bloke nearly drowned you.”
Even now Dorothy didn’t know why she’d agreed to go through with it. The man on the Internet had described it in perfectly ghastly detail. And yet it had given her the erotic shakes something fierce.
Alisher Khan had come across to her in a rather sympathetic manner, telling her it wouldn’t take long and that it wouldn’t hurt much. He’d told her he would do it humanely, if you could even call such a grisly act humane. It was something more suited to cattle or wild game than it was to any human being. And yet she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He told her he could give her drugs to ease the pain at the final moment. But he said the drugs would probably hamper any orgasm she might have, although she would no doubt piss herself during the moment of truth. Dorothy told him she wanted the full experience and would probably ride it out without any drugs.
He gave her every chance to back out, telling her he could easily find someone else to replace her if she chose not to give her consent. That’s when she’d watched herself type the words, “Don’t give this to anyone else, love. You’ve got me all worked up. I’ll be there with bells on.”
Now she found herself sitting there staring at her computer screen, wondering if she’d gone stark raving mad. Had she given her consent because she was jealous he might get some other woman to go through with it? Or was it something much deeper, some dark fantasy far more lethal than anything she’d ever considered before?
It was impossible to sleep that night. She kept imagining herself at the crucial moment, cumming up a storm as her bladder gave way. It was crazy – she was a bloody fool for even considering it! And yet she felt like now she couldn’t back out. After all, she’d told him she would be there.
She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy the moment her friend appeared at her door the next day. Dottie instantly tried to put on her best face, hoping to get past her visit with Lindsey without giving up her deep, dark secret. For some reason Lindsey always seemed to know when she was up to something particularly kinky.
“What brings you to my humble abode?” Dorothy asked, trying to act casual. Lindsey simply eyed her dubiously.
“You can cut the crap, Dottie. I know something’s up with you. I don’t know how, but I always know. It’s like I can feel it in the air or something. So what did you get yourself into this time?”
“What makes you think I’m into something?” Dorothy asked innocently.
“Don’t try to con me, love. I woke up this morning and just had this gut feeling. But now that I’m here I can see it in your face.”
“You always were the suspicious one,” Dottie remarked, trying to downplay it. But she already knew in her heart she wasn’t going to be able to hide this one from her friend.
“I have every right to be suspicious about you and your kinks, you silly bitch. The last time you had that look on your face you allowed that guy to take you to his pool and dunk the shit out of you. As I recall, you ended up half-drowned, remember? I’ll bet you still get the erotic shakes remembering how that bloke nearly drowned you.”