Ding!

Ben looked at his text. Jenny had sent him an image.

The image showed a box of sex toys. Fairly tame, nothing outrageous. There was that pair of silver handcuffs which always cut into Lili’s wrists a bit, leaving a delicious red mark, her favourite green ruler which had cracks from being used on her soft big ass so much, the royal-blue leather harness which looped around her boobs with the perfect balance of restraint and space for jiggle, and finally the small ball gag which set off her full mouth and generous lips beautifully. It still held her glossy red lipstick stains.

His first emotion from the image was a flood of nostalgia for his adventurous ex-girlfriend, Lili. Why had he broken up with her again?

Ding! A new text message brought him back to reality.

“We need to talk about this”

Fear gripped him, replacing the flush of nostalgia of a moment ago. “Babe- its nothing, honestly- id never pressure you-”

-Im not mad just wish ud been honest with me abt what u want

Ben texted frantically

-Its not a big deal- how did you find that stuff?

Jenny’s response was hardly reassuring.

-We can talk about it tonight gtg

He’d only been dating Jenny a few weeks, and he had already picked up on what he felt was Jenny’s puritanical attitude to sex- so unlike the passionate, but insanely possessive Lili. Jenny was definitely vanilla, even doggy-style seemed out of her comfort range, and there was no way he could imagine bringing up the stuff he and Lili would get up to.

Ben recalled Lili’s intense laugh when he slapped her ass a bit too forcefully, and with as much fondness, the sweet glowing aftercare. They had been crazy for each other, until he couldn’t help acknowledging Lili was actually crazy and her jealous rages which ferociously channeled the same sexual energy but in a threatening way, led to their inevitable break-up. 

And now he had the threat of the talk about the sex toys with kind, cool, vanilla Jenny looming over him. Ben felt getting hit by a truck on his way to her would be preferable.

Eventually he walked in- and exclaimed in surprise.

Jenny was dressed in a gorgeous dominatrix outfit, complete with a tightly laced leather corset making her boobs pop fantastically and stiletto-heeled boots. She was holding the green ruler. The handcuffs, ball gag and blue harness were laid out neatly on the bed.

“This is what you want? This is what your old slut did?” She slapped the ruler against the palm of her hand. “And you thought I couldn’t do that? Undress, now, and get in there!”

Ben opened his mouth, “no- Jenny- you don’t-”

She slapped the ruler against her palm even louder and the familiar sound made him hard. “Did I give you permission to talk, or even use my name? Undress now.”

Although he had never been into submission or humiliation, there was no denying his arousal. Without further protest, he slipped off his clothes. Jenny surveyed his erection with amusement. “We’ll see if you find this as enjoyable once I am done punishing you for withholding your desires from me! Get in position!”

Obediently he went down on all fours.  She buckled him into the harness and pulled his arms back, handcuffing him, her softly popping boobs brushing against him -making him even more aroused. She then grabbed his face, squeezed his mouth open and inserted the ball gag. She then pushed his head down on the floor, on to a cushion she had already thoughtfully laid down for him. His ass was held up nice and high. For a moment he had a beautiful close view of her stiletto heels by his face. Then she walked around, and pulled on the harness with one hand, and delivered the first sharp blow with the other.

He moaned with pleasure and pain.

Jenny continued the punishment, unaware that the poisoned ball gag was releasing deadly fumes into him, slowly killing him.

It was not until she was sweating, her boobs heaving with exertion, that she stopped, walked around, turned him over with her foot, and saw the dead face of her lover.