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The package came via UPS. It had no return address. Inside was a long silk scarf, green and shiny. Wrapped in the scarf was a thick, eight inch wooden dowel rod. It's ends were smoothly rounded and it was polished to a high sheen.
The accompanying note said only "Green top. 8 P.M. Saturday". I would see Uwe again, I guessed. I wasn't completely sure, but who else could it be? I've always been a lucky girl.
It's Saturday, 7:55 now. Everything is ready. The lights are low, and candles are burning. The shiny green scarf is loose around my neck. Under my robe I wear only my green top. Otherwise I am naked. The wooden dowel is in the pocket of my robe. I'm nervous, but I must not show it. I am not a victim. Uwe expects me to be cool and serene. I concentrate on sensations. Everything feels nice against my skin.
Is Uwe really coming? Can I go through with this, submerge my fear? What if he doesn't come? How empty will I feel?
No need to worry. The doorbell rings. I let him in. We don't speak. He puts his hands on my shoulders, with his arms extended to place me where he wants. His hands drop to his sides. He is looking me up and down slowly, making me feel warm. There's tension below my waist, dampness tickling in my fur. Finally, staring into my eyes, he nods. I drop my robe, first taking out the dowel.
Still silent, Uwe smiles. I've got it right. Uwe reaches out and touches my breast through the material of my top. We both can feel my nipple is stiff. I breathe deeply for him, make my breast rise and fall. He takes the dowel from my hand.
"Yes, then? You really want to do this?" he asks.
"Of course, Uwe, if that's what you'd like. Shall we begin right now?" I pretend casual indifference to the ordeal about to come. It's hard to hide my emotions.
He takes me in his arms and kisses me for a long time. His fingers find how wet I am. He brings the dowel to my lips and I kiss it. My gaze is steady, focused on his eyes. I feel the dowel move down my body. It stops between my legs. He forces it up inside me. I moan. The dowel explores me. I almost whimper when he takes it out. The dowel, now coated at the end that was in me, returns to my lips. I am very hot. I know what Uwe wants. His face is just inches from mine. Still looking at him, I lick and suck the dowel clean. Uwe takes it away from my mouth. I can taste myself on my tongue.
"I have something outside," he says.
He goes to the door and brings in a heavy wooden box. It is nine inches high and eighteen inches square. Uwe puts the box down and takes off his clothes. Opening the box, he removes a short green strap.
As he holds the strap, I understand. I cross my wrists behind my back and he ties them tightly. He slips the wooden dowel into the bindings. Holding my elbow, he helps me up onto the box.
I thought he would stay behind me, but I am wrong. He comes around to face me and stands very close. With me on the box, we are almost the same height. He kisses me, and plays with the scarf around my neck until I can feel he has tied a knot at the back. He takes the wooden dowel from between my wrists and puts it through the knot in my scarf. I swallow hard. My breathing is very fast now.
Twisting the dowel, Uwe tightens the knot a little to make the scarf press against my throat. This is what I want. The feel of the silk constricting my neck is exciting. His cock slides into me. My hips buck, and we find a rhythm. I'm gasping. Uwe slowly twists the scarf tighter, reducing my air. I feel a lovely pressure in my head from the gentle strangling; little pinpoints surge around the shaft between my legs. It doesn't take long. I begin to shiver and my orgasm comes. Uwe waits for it to pass, sharing my pleasure with small movements of his own. He loosens the scarf for me.
My panting slows. Uwe pulls out from inside me. He goes around to my back. He strokes me slowly all over my body, reviving my heat. I can't decide which I like better, his hands through the fabric of my top or touching below on my bare skin. His fingertips brush and comb my pubic hairs. They are soaked. He twists the wooden dowel again, harder this time. I can hear myself make little choking sounds as the scarf tightens around my neck.
Now it is his fingers that ease inside me, and I push against them. We both know I will reach another climax soon. When I begin to tremble, Uwe whispers a question in my ear.
"Now?" he asks.
I can't speak more than a grunt but I nod quickly. The scarf pulls impossibly tight across my throat. So very tight, all around my neck. I get no air at all and make no sound. The scarf is digging into my neck and it hurts me. There is a terrible feeling in my chest. But the fire burning in my center is even stronger. I know my orgasm is almost here.
Finally I am coming. The most wonderful wave rolls through my whole body, and it lasts a long time. But Uwe is not done. The pressure in my head that had been lovely before is frightening now. He is holding on still and won't let go. Almost all I can see is red. My chest is a ball of pain. How could I have asked for this to happen to me? Why won't Uwe let go? Everything is turning black.
I 'm sitting on the floor, Uwe's arms are holding me. I must have passed out. I can tell from Uwe's hardness that he hasn't come yet. My arms are still tied behind me. I move my head to his lap and use my mouth. He tugs at my scarf a little as I work, but doesn't pull it very tight. I swallow quickly when Uwe comes. His body relaxes and his cock gets soft in my mouth.
Uwe unties me and has me look into the box as he is packing the wrist strap. There is a large, very sturdy eye hook inside, and a coil of rope. Uwe points to the ceiling.
"If you can find a good beam in the ceiling you may want to hang something, a plant maybe, up there," he tells me. " Keep the box."
He pushes the box into the corner and leaves. I'm shaking.
There will be no plant, I know. Strangling is exciting and arousing. Hanging is more dangerous and terrifying, much more. Will it be as erotic, I wonder? Will Uwe ever come back?
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