[bdsm] [edging] [extortion] [knifeplay] [blood] [mafia]

Among my fantasies is one where I’m a mob wife. I think I’d be a really good mob wife personally; I look phenomenal in leather and yellow gold, I’m beautiful with a bad attitude, and I’m in law school. I bring a lot to the table. Besides, everyone knows that behind a powerful man is an even more powerful woman whose best weapon is between her thighs.

I often fantasize about what would happen when my husband has a traitor on his hands or has taken someone hostage to get information out of them. I would take a very sinister pleasure in being the person to help with this.

In my fantasies, they’re in a warehouse room. They’re chained to a chair initially, preferably naked. My husband is starting their questioning, threatening them, but then he threatens that he’ll bring his wife who is infinitely worse than he ever could be. Of course my husband would watch the entire time, this turns him on. I would wear a latex catsuit, with every toy imaginable at my disposal. Leather and chain floggers, crops and whips, chastity cages, vibrators, knives, everything. I would tell him that we could do it the easy way or the hard way. Naturally, he would pick the hard way and I would take the blade and slice his cheek, making him bleed on himself.

I would run the flogger his skin from his feet up to his shoulders, making sure slap his balls on the way. I would hit his shoulders repeatedly with the flogger and threaten that if he doesn’t begin talking soon, he will get nothing but a crop to the balls until he does. When he inevitably doesn’t listen to my warning, I would swap my flogger for my crop and begin tracing his body with it. Slapping the tip of his cock with the leather, I would move down to his balls. Beginning gently, I would increase the pressure of each hit every single time he refused to speak until he was withering in pain with his cock leaking.

I would call in someone else to redo his chains so that he’s standing with his hands above his head. The chains would be just slightly too high so he would struggle to stand. Taking the whip, I would give him lashes on each side of his body and force him to count. Every single time he screams in pain, another ten get added to the count until he has proven himself worthy of me stopping. By the time I’m done, he’ll be so hopelessly broken. I’ll take the chains off and tell him to get on his knees and bark like a fucking dog. If he puts up a fight, I’ll hold the blade to his throat and force him into it. Once he’s on the ground, I’ll remove my catsuit and invite my husband in. My husband will watch as I force his captive to lick my clit and he will love every second of it. He’ll continue to go down on me until I’m satisfied and then I’ll force the captive back into his seat.

After having a taste of my pussy, he’ll want nothing more than to fuck me. He’ll be chained to the chair again, cock hard and begging for attention. I’ll begin to slowly drip wax onto him, starting with his thighs and moving closer, eventually dripping the wax onto his cock. He would curse me for it but we both know that he would love it. When the wax is no longer sufficient punishment, I’d put a ball crusher on him that gets progressively tighter and tighter. When he’s withering in pain and can’t take anymore pressure, I’d toy with him by adding a vibrator that he can feel through the metal. Every time he begged to have the vibrator turned up, which I’m sure he would, I would also increase the pressure of the crusher.

Once again, I’d ask him if he wanted to do this the easy or the hard way, promising him the reward of fucking me should he cooperate. He would refuse at first but then I would start playing with his cock and he would begin talking. I’d start slowly, teasing him with a couple of fingers, stroking just the tip. The better he talks, the more I’ll stroke his cock. He’ll spill all of his secrets within seconds on the promise of fucking me.

When my husband is satisfied and has all of the information he needs, I’ll fuck the captive. I’ll slide his cock inside me and fuck him feverishly, forcing him to edge multiple times inside me. When he can’t take it anymore, I’ll stop and leave him denied. Good boys don’t get to cum, let alone captives. I’ll kiss my husband and tell him to fuck me in front of the prisoner, ensuring that he cums deep inside me for him to watch. When I’m done, I’ll leave him with my husband for him to do whatever he wants to the captive.