postmortem
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I told my Dom to do it in any way he wants.
When I came out of the bathroom, I was startled by a [airsoft, blank] gun to the back of my head. A voice commanded me to walk forward to the room. I was scared. Was he going to kill me?
He ordered me to face the wall, then forcefully turned me around and pressed the gun right against my forehead. In haze of andrenaline, I couldn't even focus on his face. I just kept looking at the gun and breathing rapidly.
He ordered me to take off my jeans, and after some resistance, I reluctantly did. Then he ordered me to take off my underwear. I did, but quickly covered my stuff with my hands, shivering in fear.
Still pressing the muzzle to my forehead, he ordered me to masturbate in front of him, but I just couldn't move my hands away. It was too indecent. I couldn't. He started yelling at me and I said "no I am not doing it!!", and he said "any last words?" and I said "fuck you you fu-" and the gun banged, erasing me from existence, and my body fell down like a sack of potatoes, onto my side, with my face changing into indifference, staring at a wall.
At first he propped up my dead body between his couch and a wall, and played with it, then he pulled it to the floor, rolled it around, made out with it, violated it in several ways, and then came onto its back.
Good thing he killed me first, or I would've been traumatized for life. Now my dead, accepting body was just a sex toy to satisfy his sexual needs.
These are a few brief segments he filmed while playing with my corpse.
When I came out of the bathroom, I was startled by a [airsoft, blank] gun to the back of my head. A voice commanded me to walk forward to the room. I was scared. Was he going to kill me?
He ordered me to face the wall, then forcefully turned me around and pressed the gun right against my forehead. In haze of andrenaline, I couldn't even focus on his face. I just kept looking at the gun and breathing rapidly.
He ordered me to take off my jeans, and after some resistance, I reluctantly did. Then he ordered me to take off my underwear. I did, but quickly covered my stuff with my hands, shivering in fear.
Still pressing the muzzle to my forehead, he ordered me to masturbate in front of him, but I just couldn't move my hands away. It was too indecent. I couldn't. He started yelling at me and I said "no I am not doing it!!", and he said "any last words?" and I said "fuck you you fu-" and the gun banged, erasing me from existence, and my body fell down like a sack of potatoes, onto my side, with my face changing into indifference, staring at a wall.
At first he propped up my dead body between his couch and a wall, and played with it, then he pulled it to the floor, rolled it around, made out with it, violated it in several ways, and then came onto its back.
Good thing he killed me first, or I would've been traumatized for life. Now my dead, accepting body was just a sex toy to satisfy his sexual needs.
These are a few brief segments he filmed while playing with my corpse.
