“So, yeah,” Dude concluded.  He paused to drink a swig of his beer.  “No more jack-hanging for me.”

The Mistress stood there, chin in her palm and elbow on the railing, speechless as the man beside her wrapped up the wild tale that he’d spent the last few minutes telling her.

“Jesus…” she finally said with a slow shake of her head.  She’d heard similar stories from her customers, but hearing it from someone she was involved with was jarring.  The man to her side could have died from masturbating.  It was both chilling and insanely attractive.  There was one pressing question on her mind.  “I gotta ask.  Was it worth it?”

“Almost snapping my neck?” he asked.  When she nodded, he pondered it.  He stroked his chin, then nodded himself.  “…Honestly, kinda.  Can’t deny that was one hell of a nut.  There aren’t many I vividly remember, but that was one of them.”

“Yeah, I bet,” she said.  “You know, as much as I’ve done… Erotic asphyxiation hasn’t been one of those things.”

His eyes weren’t visible behind his dark shades, but his brows did raise over the frames.

“You don’t say…”

“Yeah,” she confirmed.  She took a long drag of her cigarette as she thought about it.  “Like, I’ve choked others before.  Plenty of times, but never tried it on myself.”

“I can see that.  You tend to be calling the shots.”

She hummed affirmatively as she flicked her ashes off the side of the porch.

It was nearing three in the morning now.  The trailer park was dead silent save for the drone of cicadas in the distance.  The air was heavy with both monsoon humidity and the weight of the conversation.

“… Would you consider it?”

His question was so sudden she heard it, but didn’t register the words.

“Huh?”

He cleared his throat and straightened up.  Leaning against the railing, he looked her dead in the eye.  “Would you consider it?  Getting choked.”

“Yeah.”

The promptness of the response got a good laugh out of Dude.

“If you want me to ring your neck, just say so.”

The cigarette found its way back to her lips.  It was inhaled as she stared off across the darkened neighborhood.  When it was down to nothing but a butt, she flicked it onto the sand and turned to him.

“Sure, why the hell not?”

Not long after those words passed through her lips were the pair inside the bedroom.  A trusty vibrator buzzed within her as she leaned back against Dude’s chest.  It was rare for her to try something new at this point.  It felt like she’d done most legal things under the sun, so the rare opportunity to be adventurous was as arousing as the act itself.  His hands were around her neck.  They weren’t yet applying any pressure, but she already had goosebumps from the feel of his rough skin against her.  When she thought about those hands, all she could imagine was all the wicked things they’d gotten into.  These were the same hands that fired and wielded deadly weapons.  The same ones that fought for his survival every day.  The ones that were no doubt familiar with squeezing the life out of someone’s neck, and not in a kinky way.  They were dangerous.  Putting her life in his hands was terrifying, and that only made it that much more thrilling.

When his grip began to tighten, she clenched around the toy.  The slight pressure alone sent a rush of pleasure through her.  It’d be easy for him to crush her windpipe or strangle her to death, but he refrained from that.  He just gave her a squeeze strong enough to bring stars to her vision.  Her head began to get light as it became more difficult to get proper lungfuls of air.  Thighs squeezed together, holding the toy into place while she squirmed in his grasp.  It bumped against her clit, causing her cunt to gush even more around the vibrator.  She reached for his thighs and gripped them to keep herself grounded.  Nails bit into his skin and left crescent shaped indentions.

Right as her face was beginning to take on a darker hue, he eased his hold.  A loud, rough wheeze followed as her lungs rushed to fill themselves.  Shit, she had been close.  Before she could voice her disappointment, he started again.  There was more force involved this time around.  Thumbs pressed down on the pressure points, giving her an instant head rush.  Her eyes began to roll back when her hips jerked upwards.  With little oxygen making its way to her brain, she couldn’t form thoughts.  All she knew was that she was about to cum and hard.

Dude didn’t let up, keeping his deliberate yet careful grip on her neck.  She was starting to feel desperate now.  She let go of his thighs to grab his arms.  Her thighs trembled.  Strangled gurgles were all she could manage to vocalize as her vision began to blur.  The cocktail of pleasure and torture culminated in a powerful orgasm that wracked her body.  The moment she began to spasm, he let go.  She gasped for air as waves of rapture continued to wash over her.

As her climax wound down, her chest heaved and her slumped, boneless form quivered against him.  He reached between her legs, pressing the button to stop the toy’s teasing before pulling it out and tossing it to the side.  He rubbed her shoulders afterwards, trying to bring her back down to earth.

“See what I mean?” he asked.  “Worth it, huh?”

She bobbed her head while one hand rubbed at her throat.