pretty little mess (Transgenre) (Niveau 1) mail warning

Why would I want to be strangled and forced to cum, forced to admit I'm perverted in such ways, but fuck it.
I needed it.

parts of the dare, spanks, mouthfull of syrup, reporting my my lewdness. Easy. enjoyable. everyone I would do to entertain any one interested enough to ask. but there was an exciting new idea. Something I've never tried.

Wrap the shower hose around my neck... squeeze until my eyes go dark... enjoy myself.

Not a shiver of concern for my well being as I dropped my cloths. Lathering soap and shampoo. Excited for what I was about to feel. I craved it. If only they could all watch. If only I recorded it. will i do it right? What If I can't hold the painful struggle???

But my worries were for nothing. I felt calm as I wrapped the cord and again. Pulling tight. Feeling the pressure immediately affecting me. I could breath, the cord too thick to dig in immediately, but there are blood vessels running up the sides of the throat. How many sweet wonderful playmates asked me to show them these vessels. I know how to squeeze them. How tight the cord gets, cutting circulation, my body felt like it disappeared, leaving nothing but a throat.

As the blood filled my head, by eyes sparkled. Starting at the edges, they shook and starred. Blurring my vision. I dropped the shower head to pull harder... harder... harder.

The water landed perfectly, massaging my balls. my eyes rolled. My mind split. I pictured someone pulling tighter, how long would the hold me. how long until I drift. I reached down to stroke. I felt my cum fall from my body, as the muscles pushed. But to far into the fantasy of suffocation to feel it.

And I lost my grip. The cord loosened. My breath returned, and blood flowed again. I spat a thick bile, built up in my throat. thick as the load if cum before it.

And a stood there. Swaying. Leaning against the wall as I returned to myself. What even was that. What even is left of me?

I was a beautiful nothing for a short time. ❤️