Good Little Piggy

Diane sat at her kitchen counter, sipping her coffee in a silk robe. She looked out the window onto a suburban street in golden morning sunlight. To her neighbors, to almost anyone who knew her, she appeared to be a perfectly normal woman. She went to her perfectly normal job on the weekdays, paid her bills and didn't cause any trouble.

What no one knew, was that Diane had a special side job she used to earn extra money. She was a domenatrix. She earned extra cash by sexually dominating and humiliating paying customers, male and female.

Today, she was meeting with Jenna. Jenna, like most of Diane's clients, probably appeared perfectly normal to outsiders. She was a slim, attractive redhead who always did what was expected of her. She went to college and got an accounting degree, got a boring accounting job and married another boring accountant, because that was what she felt was expected of her. But all this left her with a longing to fulfill her dark side, a longing she fulfilled with Diane at their regular saturday appointment.

Diane was sipping her coffee when there was a knock at her back door. Jenna knew never to come to the front door, always park in the garage and come to the back door. Diane sat a few moments more, casually sipping her coffee. Jenna liked to be kept waiting, it built tension.

Once Diane had finished her coffee, she got up and strolled to the door. She opened it quickly, to find Jenna waiting patiently on her back step. She was wearing a black skirt suit and a white turtleneck sweater. "Good mornining Master," Jenna said, eyes down on the floor to avoid meeting Diane's gaze, like a good little sub.

"Get in here," Diane replied in a stern tone. Jenna gingerley stepped inside the house, walking so lightly that her white high heels barely clicked on the hardwood floring. "Where's my money?" Diane asked. Without looking up at her, Jenna reached into the pocket of her blazer and pulled out a white envelope. Diane took it and opened it, then counting the $1200 cash inside, their agreed upon hourly fee. It was low for Diane's services, but she knew it was also more than Jenna could really afford. "Strip," she said once she was satisfied her payment was all there.

"Yes Master," Jenna replied. She then steadily stripped off layers of clothing. She started with her blazer, then her sweater. She hesitated for a moment, standing there in her skirt and her blake silk bra.

"I don't have all day," Diane said, tossing off her robe to reveal the leather bra and panties underneath. Jenna reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. Then she slipped off her skirt and panties. She kept her high heels on. Diane circled her a few times, looking her up and down. "You're getting fat," Diane said in a scornful tone. It wasn't true, but saying it made Jenna feel demeaned, which was the whole idea.

"I'm sorry Master," Jena replied meekly.

"You're fat like a pig, get on all fours piggy," Diane said. Jenna dutifully followed instructions. "Stay, piggy," Diane said before stepping away. She returned with a dog collar and a riding crop. She put the collar around Jenna's neck, Jenna made no attempt to resist. She swatted Jenna's ass with the riding crop, causing her first to wince, then moan in pleasure.

"Thank you Master," Jenna said.

"Shut up! Crawl piggy, to the basement!" Diane said, swatting Jenna again. Jenna began to crawl toward the basement door. Diane opened it for her, and swatted her again as Jenna lead her down the stairs. There, in the cinderblock wall basement, Diane flipped on the fluorescent lights to reveal a dungeon full of bondage implements.

She had a chair with leather straps for confining subs, she had a whipping post, and in one corner, she had a noose anchored to the cieling over a pair of stools. She lead Jenna there. Nooseplay had always been Jenna's favorite. She had incorporated a lot of scarves and turtlenecks into her wardrobe to cover the bruises. "Up piggy," Diane barked. Jenna practically leaped up from the ground and stood to attention, eyes still locked on the floor. "Climb the stool."

"Yes Master," Jenna replied. Jenna did as she was told, standing on the stool, her face framed in the noose.

"Put it on."

"Yes Master," Jenna replied. She then reached out and slipped the black nylon noose over her head, then tightened it down on her throat.

Diane stepped behind her, taking a pair of handcuffs that had been hanging from a hook on the wall. She secured Jenna's wrists behind her back. She tightened the handcuffs fast enough that Jenna winced, then moaned. Jenna was aroused both by the pain, and her complete submission to Diane. With her hands cuffed and her neck in the noose, Jenna was totally helpless, Diane could easily snuff her if she wanted. It always gave Jenna a thrill. "Thank you Master," Jenna said.

"Piggy will speek when spoken too," Diane replied. Diane then climbed the second stool, standing close behind Jenna. She adjusted the noose to a height that just barely allowed Jenna to keep her heels on the stool. Jenna gagged a little as she tested the constriction of the noose.

"It's quite tight Master," Jenna said.

"Shut up," Diane replied. Then, she grabbed Jenna's cuffed hands and guided them between her legs. "Rub my clit," Diane commanded.

"Yes Master," Jenna replied as she began messaging Diane's groin. Diane moaned and leaned into her helpless victim. Jenna kept blindly but adeptly pawing at Diane's clitoris, causing her to moan harder. Then, Diane put her arms over helpless Jenna's shoulders, and put her weight on the frail, skinny woman. Jenna gagged loudly, and her fingers stopped probbing Diane's vagina as her hands contorted into tight fists by reflex.

"Your hands can't get that noose off," Diane whispered in Jenna's ear, "the only way to save yourself is to give me an orgasm before you pass out. That's the only way I'll let you back up." Jenna frantically went back to rubbing Diane's clitoris. "Well, if this is piggy's last day on Earth, I suppose everyone deserves a one last orgasm, even fat bitches like you," Diane said, then reaching down between Jenna's legs and stroking her clit.

Jenna appeared to try to say something, but all she could get out was some rythmic gagging. Of course, Diane knew what she was trying to say: "thank you Master." After a few minutes of girating against one another and fingering each other, during which Jenna slipped closer and closer to unconsciousness, both women moaned in intense orgasm.

When Diane's body was done being racked by orgasmic bliss and back under her control, she took her wait off Jenna's shoulders, letting her back up to breath. She Coughed loudly, then rasped several laboured breaths as she got her breath back. "What do we say piggy?" Diane asked.

"Thank you...thank you Master," Jenna said between laboured breaths.

"Remember when you first came to me years ago, Piggy?" Diane asked, whispering in Jenna's ear.

"Yes Master, like it was yesterday," Jenna replied, her breath coming back to normal.

"Remember what I told you about our little hanging games?"

"That someday you would hang me for real, that I'd never know which time putting on the noose was my last, and that would make it exciting, Master" Jenna replied.

"What if I told you that day was today?" Diane asked sensiously. Jenna paused for a moment. There was clear trepidation in her response.

"Then I would hope you enjoy my dance, Master," Jenna replied. Diane could hear in Jenna's voice that she didn't mean it, she still thought this was part of the game.

"Good piggy," Diane replied, petting her hair as if she was a cat, "cause today's the day, I'm glad your ready." Diane stepped fown from her stool, moved it away from Jenna, and then sat in a chair facing her.

"Oyster," Jenna said, invoking their safe word, "Diane get me down from here."

"No safewords today piggy, the game is over."

"Diane this isn't funny."

"It's not a joke. Part of you knew this was coming,"

"Please Diane," Jenna said, tears streaming down her cheaks as she was interupted.

"YOU WILL CALL ME MASTER!" Diane shouted.

"Master please," Jenna said, tears still slowly flowing down her face, "you're scaring me!"

"Jenna, your life is over, except it. You die today. You can either be a good little sub and jump from that stool, or be a bitch and make me kick it from under you."

"But Diane...Master...please, this isn't what I wanted."

"Oh yes it is Piggy. Maybe not this time, but you wanted to know that someday would be the last time. If I let you down know, the magic is lost. You'll always know the noose is coming back off, and that'll ruin it. So you see, you have to die today, it's already decided."

Jenna thought silently for a moment. Diane was right, the true thrill Jenna got from surrendering herself to Diane was knowing that every time, it could be her last. That was why Jenna signed a dom/sub agreement in the first place, making it legal for Diane to snuff her, she wanted to know Diane could kill her at any of their sessions with no consequences. If Diane let her down now, she would know Diane had no intention of killing her without consent. The thrill of their sessions together, the one thing breaking up the monotony of her life, would be gone.

"You don't have to be my dom. I could find another, or give up bondage altogether. Just cause we're done doesn't mean I have to die," Jenna said, tears still flowwing. Part of her knew she was bargaining with the devil, that she would never come down from that stool alive.

"Well where's the fun in that for me piggy?"

"I'll pay you..."

"Piggy, this is growing tiresome. Step off or I'll yank that stool from under you." Jenna sniffled as the tears continued to flow. For a moment she considered her options. They were startlingly few, she could step off the stool, or wait to be pushed.

"Why now?" Jenna asked.

"Why did I choose today to snuff you?" Diane asked. Jenna nodded. "Honestly, we both know you can't afford to pay more than $1200 an hour, and I have another sub offering $1800, but I don't have time to take them on unless I get rid of another standing appointment."

"So just like that you're ready to kill me?"

"Oh please Piggy, you knew what this was, you were my sub. I used you for money and my own satisfaction as long as you were useful. You've outlived your usefulness so I'm getting rid of you for something knew, like I'd trade in an out of date phone."

Even now, terrified at her impending doom, the degredation and submition got Jenna hot. She had to admit, the thought of hanging for her doms pleasure, only to be replaced by another piece of compliant meat made her wet, and not just from the tears. At this moment, Jenna finally and fully accepted that her life was over, it had ended the moment she let Diane cuff her hands behind her back. The only thing left to do now was dutifully carry out her role as sub. "Okay Master. I'll dangle for your pleasure," Jenna said, then sniffling again.

"Oh I know you will Piggy, the question is will you step off that stool like a good little sub, or will I have to come over there and push you off."

"No, no," Jenna said, tears still streaming down her cheecks, "I can do it Master."

"Then do it!" Diane barked. Jenna sniffled again, then nodded. She stepped one foot off the stool and slowly lowered it over the edge. She looked as though she were dipping a toe in the pool to test the temperature. Then, she shifted her weight to her forward foot.

Jenna's forward leg swung back, toppling the stool to the ground with a clatter. Jenna gagged loudly as the nylon noose snapped tight around her throat. She felt pressure in her head as blood was trapped there, and could feel her mouth being forced open by the noose riding up under her jawline.

Good, Jenna thought, I've been a good sub, I've done my job, now I just let nature take its course. The pain of the noose gave Jenna conflicting emotions. On the one hand, being stared at by her dom while she writhed in agony, unable to control her reflexes, was intensely erotic. On the other hand, the pain was so intense that part of Jenna wished to simply hang still and let death come swiftly, but she couldn't override the instinct to try and breathe. Besides, I'm a good sub to the end, I'll put on a good show for master.

As Jenna continued to writhe and gag in the noose, Diane reclined in her chair, then reaching her hand down her leather panties and stroking herself. The other hand went to her breast, where it massaged in a circular motion. She moaned softly to herself.

Good, good I'm bringing master pleasure even now Jenna thought. To Jenna's surprise, her fear of dying began to melt away as she choked. Her boring, pedestrian job and boring, pedestrian husband and her boring, pedestrian life no longer mattered. All that mattered now was bringing master to orgasm before she could no longer be useful.

After nearly twenty minutes writhing in the noose, Jenna's eyelids began to feel heavy. Her legs began to slow and kick in a slow bicycling motion. She could feel that she was on the verge of losing consciousness. No, no not yet, master hasn't cum yet, she isn't finished with me yet! Jenna thought. She began to kick and squirm with renewed vigor, desperate to stay conscious long enough to fulfill her final task.

It seemed that her renewed thrashing did the trick, as just a few seconds later, it happened. Diane threw her head back, closed her eyes, fingered herself more vigorously, and then moaned loudly as her back arched. When her orgasm ended, Diane dropped back to her chair for a moment, panting. Jenna too relaxed, her body now hanging limp except for occasional spasms. After regaining her composure, Diane stood and crossed the room to Jenna.

"That was one hell of a show you put on," Diane said.

Thank you Master, Jenna thought. It didn't matter to Jenna that she hadn't gotten a final orgasm, even if her arousal was so high she felt as though she were right on the edge of one. She had pleased her Master, that was what mattered.

Then, Diane slipped her hands between Jenna's legs. Jenna could feel master's hand inch her closer to the edge of orgasm, but she didn't rub, she just placed her hand there. Then, she stepped in very close and whispered in Jenna's ear as she slowly rubbed her hand across Jenna's clit, "you've been a good little girl." This pushed Jenna over the edge. Her hips girated back and forth involuntarily as fluid gushed all over master's hand. Jenna felt the most intense orgasm of her life and then, suddenly, all sound and light were gone from her world.

Jenna's hips girated back and forth a few times as she released on master's hand, and then she fell limp, her eyes closed. Diane watched as her body continued to twitch for a few minutes, but she knew it was strictly involuntary, Jenna was already gone. Diane washed her hands in the basement slop sink, then went back upstairs. She put her silk robe back on, and made herself breakfast.