You would strip down naked and get on your knees. You would take cock balls deep so I can test your gag reflex. After I deep stroke your throat to set the mood, I'd tie your hands behind your back, well enough to restrain you, but just loose enough to let you think you can struggle and get untied.

I would put you in a closet without lights and throw a bucket of ice water on you and then close the door. I'd do that about half an hour for three hours. About every other time, or once an hour I would force you onto your stomach and shove my cock in your ass just to open you up a bit but not really fuck your hole for too long.

When you're expecting another bucket of ice water, I'd instead pull you out of the closet and lay you on your back and fuck your pussy for a while until you stop shivering from the cold; all the while with my hand firmly gripped around your neck squeezing your jugular and carotid getting you close to unconsciousness but letting up just before you pass out.

Before you orgasm and after you stop shivering I'd drag you back in the closet and empty my bladder onto you. After I piss on you, I'd shut off the light in the closet again and then toss another bucket of ice water on you and leave you for an hour this time.

This should be about 4.5 hours by this point. Now is when I get my first orgasm. You would get pulled out of the closet and brought to your knees. I'd smack you across the face on both cheeks until they were red and then skull fuck you until you either cough up enough phlegm to use as anal lube or enough vomit for me to lube your ass with. It would mostly rely on your gag reflex. I'd wipe up whatever mess laid in front of you and wipe your asshole with it, then coat my cock, then lay you in whatever pile of goo is before us before fucking my seed balls deep into your asshole.

I figure this would all take about 5 hours. I'd finish inside of you, tie your ankles up, tie your hands to your ankles, and put you back in the damp closet and throw a blanket over you. I'd go take a nap, let's say four hours.

We're 9 hours in, your throat and ass are raw, you've been on the verge of hypothermia, and your tied up in a closet covered by a blanket and it's unknown whether you've slept or recovered. That's when you see the closet door open again only to get met by another bucket of ice water and this time you're covered by what becomes a cold wet blanket.

30 minutes later I take you and the blanket out of the closet. I wrap the blanket around your neck so it's halved perfectly and I twist it on both ends that are evenly in my hand constricting the blood flow to your head but doesn't restrict your breathing. I hold it tight and taught with one hand while I untie you with the other. I force you to your knees then to the prone position flat on your stomach. I squeeze the wet blanket hard enough that you lose consciousness and pass out for the first time.

While you're passed out, I take the few seconds you're out of consciousness to shove my cock balls deep into your asshole and as you come to, I start thrusting. As I fuck you, driving my hips hard into yours, thrusting with all my body weight, you feel the blanket start to tighten again. This time it resonates, tighter, loosens, tighter still, your head is spinning, then loosens again and you feel blood rush to your head only for the wet, cold, blanket squeeze again to the point of which you start to lose your vision, you're feeling yourself go black, and you pass out again. I keep fucking you in and out of consciousness like this as I edge myself for about half an hour. Finally after you come to for the last time I grind myself balls deep inside of you and pulse my seed and drain myself while I do small slow stroked keeping shaft deeply inside.

We're 10 hours in. Your ass is raw, you're shivering, covered in your phlegm, vomit, and my lingering piss, with a wet blanket wrapped your neck, after getting the body heat fucked back into you. As you lay there wondering what is going to happen next you feel the blanket start to tighten again as I twist it tighter and tighter as slowly as possible. You finally go out again and come to with your hands tied and my hand grabbing you by the hair pulling you back into the closet.

You get the bucket of ice water again, a wet blanket tossed on top of you, your feet untied, and the delusion that you might be able to untie yourself. This time I leave the light on.

While you're in the closet this time, I prepare myself a nice meal. I spend two hours cooking an assortment of meats and vegetables, eating casually, cleaning up, and putting away the dishes. You're shivering, cold, looking at the bare room around you, lights on and wondering when anything is going to happen again.

At hour 12 I invite some of my friends over to meet you and to have a few drinks. We spend an hour cleaning you up the best we can and at hour 13 they arrive. You look presentable, but worn, slightly ragged, and a little mentally and emotionally detached. We tell them you're a water polo player and had just competed in a weekend tournament which was beyond competitive, grueling, and at times violent.

For two hours you resume daily life under the guise of being a mutual love interest and we tell them we are contemplating dating, independently of each other, validating one another's story's behind each other's backs. We're occasionally laughing, joking, telling stories, and enjoying some company all the while you're contemplating what's going to happen when they leave.

15 hours in, you're tipsy, but not drunk, slightly intoxicated but still have your faculties about you. My friends, and your new acquaintances, begin exiting one by one over half an hour until we have the place to ourselves again.

I grab you by the back of your head with a handful of hair and force you to your knees again. I rip your top off of you and smack you across the face. I tell you to take your skirt off and you're naked again. You get hog tied, but tight this time. I get a small leather paddle out and start working your tits over until they start turning black and blue. I whack them, spank them, and back hand them until your nipples are red, raw, and spotting blood. They're thoroughly beaten and will be bruised for a week. When the tears stop rolling down your cheeks from the 30 minute tit beating, I tell you what a good woman you've been.

At hour 15.5 you're sobering up, your tits are throbbing in pain, you're head is floating from asphyxiphillia play, your ass is raw, your throat is sore, your face tingles from getting slapped around, and your hog tied and naked to the world.

I put you back in the closet. Lay down next to you, look you in the eyes, give you the smallest peck of a kiss on your lips and tell you I love you before getting up, turning off the light and closing the door. You lay there wondering whether the bucket of ice water is coming again but it doesn't. The floor is damp around you. You feel the chill coming back on and you are nervously awaiting what comes next. 30 minutes go by and you haven't heard anything, you can't see anything, and your laying on your side tied up.

It's hour 16. You hear the door open and I come into the closet this time, naked, hard, and ready to fuck you again.

I undo your feet, lay you on your back and drive myself into your dry pussy. I start slowly grinding inside you until you get wet and your pussy starts getting hot. I wrap my arms around your chest and roll over so you're on top of me. I grab you by your tied together hands and pull you down on top of me so we are grinding our hips together and the tip of my dick is grinding into your cervix. I start rapidly thrusting into you and beating my cock into your hole fervently fucking your pussy as aggressively as possible. After 30 minutes of me rapidly fucking your vagina with as much vigor as I can thrust, I bust balls deep inside of you, filling your pussy, and lay back in exhaustion.

You fall on top of me. We catch our breath. We're both eerily silent as our panting turns into soft subtle breathing. We lay there like that for half an hour, not speaking, just hearing each other breathe and our hearts beat. 17 hours in and I untie your hands, take you to the bathroom, give you a few towels and some comfortable clothes and tell you to clean up. 45 minutes later, your warm, clean, dry, and in comfortable clothes. I take you by the hand and take you to bed and you climb under the covers. I give you a subtle, yet endearing, kiss on the forehead. I tell you I love you again and tell you to get some much needed sleep.

By hour 18 you've fallen asleep. 5 hours later you hear your phone ring and you notice I'm not there. You see the number calling you is my name already programmed in your phone. Confused you answer, I say, "When will you be ready for round two?"