Murder Fantasy

[badtom]

Not in time for Halloween, but barely in time for All Saint's Day, here is my Murder Fantasy.

I'm* in leather hood, leather tunic, leather pants, and leather boots. Hanging Master is finishing putting me in a leather straight jacket.

HM has finished the job. I'm now tightly bound.

With straps and leather pants

There is no escape.

Hanging Master adds an eyeless, mouthless leather hood.

Tying it down tight over my head

Until I lie helpless and muffled in my leather prison.

Hanging Master hauls me to a chair, and ties a noose. I await my fate.

HM has put me in the noose, and kicked the chair free! I am hanging, in my close, dark hood within a hood.

Seconds pass, I gasp, and twitch, not much room...

There is no where to go, no place to hide.

Darkness. Silence. Rope. Weight.

There is no no motion or sense

Just leather and silence

Quietly creaking back and forth slowly,
Turning to and fro.

Hanging Master admires his work

Closer and further

From this angle and that

The beautiful hanging belts and buckles of the straight-jacket just made his dick get hard.

And then there's that rope around his victim's neck.

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* Yes, it's true. Leather Dummy is my stand in. So sue me. No, really. That would be an amusing pleading to respond to.

 

[Tecpatl]

Actually, All Saints was Saturday, and your time stamp shows that you even missed Dia de Los Muertes by 34 minutes in Massachusetts. Guess that what with being all bound up and hooded and tied and hung and strangled and killed and cumming in your leather pants and all you lost track of the days. Totally understandable. )

 

[badtom]

It's hard to edit from inside all that leather. Mmmmmmmph.

And I not good at time management. Ask my software managers. Or my husband. Hah!