Marks Unfortunate Accident

Mark arrives at the dungeon door with his heart hammering against his ribs the familiar metallic taste of anticipation already coating his tongue. He knocks softly three times the sound barely audible knowing Dani will punish even the slightest hesitation. The door opens and she towers there dark hair spilling over her shoulders like liquid night her white European skin luminous under the red dungeon lights her beauty almost painful to look at. The tight black leather corset cinches her waist impossibly small pushing her breasts up high while the short leather skirt clings to her hips barely covering the tops of her long shiny black thigh high boots. The boots gleam wetly under the lights open toes exposing her perfect white pedicure ten glossy nails like fresh pearls catching every flicker of light.

“Inside worm” she snaps voice low and venomous.

Mark drops to his knees instantly the icy stone floor biting into his kneecaps through thin trousers the chill racing up his thighs. The air is thick with the smell of leather polish rubber and the faint salty musk of previous sessions.

“Strip. Everything. Now.” Her boot taps once sharp and impatient.

Mark’s fingers shake so badly he fumbles buttons and zippers the fabric whispering accusations as it falls away. When he is naked the cold air kisses his skin raising gooseflesh everywhere except between his legs where his unfortunate tiny dick hangs limp and ridiculous pink and shrunken like a frightened snail.

Dani steps closer deliberate slow the click of her heels echoing like gunshots. She circles him once twice letting him feel the heat radiating from her body the scent of her expensive perfume mixed with the raw feminine heat between her thighs. Then she stops in front of him.

“Look at this sad little nub” she sneers voice thick with contempt. Without warning she draws one gleaming boot back and delivers a sharp precise kick to his hanging dick and balls. The impact is sudden and brutal a dull thud of leather against soft flesh. Mark yelps doubling forward a high pitched whine escaping his throat as pain explodes through his groin. She doesn’t pause. A second kick follows harder the pointed toe connecting squarely with his tiny dangling organs. His knees buckle tears springing to his eyes a pathetic strangled “ahhnngh” leaking from his lips while his dick bounces helplessly reddening from the abuse.

“Your wife probably uses a magnifying glass just to find it” she continues unmoved. “No wonder you crawl here every week begging for scraps. Real men BBC men they make me drip just thinking about them thick heavy veiny cocks that would split me open stretch me until I scream. You? You’re not even worth the spit I’d waste on your shriveled worm.”

She straightens extends one long boot toward his face.

“Clean it. Tongue only. Every inch. Show me how grateful a tiny dicked loser can be.”

Mark leans forward tongue extending still trembling from the kicks. The first contact with the glossy black leather is shocking cold and bitter. He laps slowly from the wicked pointed toe upward the taste exploding across his tongue polish wax faint road salt and the intimate warmth seeping through from her foot. He works diligently saliva streaking the shine cheeks burning with shame the wet slurping sounds obscene in the quiet room. His pathetic little whimpers escape between licks soft needy humiliating mmphs and whines that only make her smile wider.

When the boot gleams again she withdraws it wet with his spit and points to the playroom.

“Crawl. Ass high. Let me watch that worthless twig swing useless between your legs.”

Mark obeys knees scraping raw the rough floor dragging at his skin every movement sending fresh throbs of pain through his kicked balls and accentuating the humiliating bob of his tiny erection. The dungeon air grows heavier rubber latex sweat fear arousal all mingling until he can taste it on every breath.

In the playroom she gestures to the sleep sack.

“In. Now.”

He climbs onto the padded table the cool material kissing his overheated skin. She works methodically folding his body into the tight latex cocoon arms pinned legs fused the sack squeezing like a lover who hates him. A small hole is left at the crotch his pathetic organs pushed through exposed vulnerable quivering in the cool air still flushed and tender from her boots. Then the latex hood descends over his head sealing tight the rubber clinging to his face molding to every feature the built in gas mask lenses fogging slightly with his panicked breaths. The long black hose dangles from the front like an obscene umbilical cord.

She toys with the hose first pinching it shut between gloved fingers. The sudden vacuum yanks air from his lungs in a burning rush. His chest heaves uselessly the sleep sack creaking. A desperate muffled “mmph hnnn” escapes the mask pathetic and wet. She releases. He gulps air greedily the rush dizzying a high pitched wheeze leaking out. She repeats the game again longer each time until black spots dance behind his eyes his tiny dick throbbing harder with every denied breath. Each time she lets go he makes small broken animal sounds whimpering gasps choked little sobs trapped in rubber.

Then she presses the hose end against the inside of her thigh the heat of her skin bleeding through the rubber the intimate contact making him whimper louder.

“Feel that?” she purrs. “That’s what a superior woman feels like. Your tiny cock could never get close.”

She slides the hose along her body teasingly dragging it across the leather skirt the corset the swell of her breasts before finally positioning it over his straining erection. The rubber mouth slips over his shaft gripping snugly the fit humiliatingly perfect because he is so small.

“Breathe through your worthless dick” she says. “Inhale your own shame.”

Mark tries. The air comes thick warm filtered through his own skin the musky scent of his precum coating the inside of the hose. Every breath is a reminder of his inadequacy. She pulls it off lets him gasp desperate wet rattling inhales then reapplies the cycle merciless.

His world narrows to sensation the crushing embrace of the sleep sack the rubber taste in his mouth the burn in his lungs the obscene throb of his tiny organ sealing tighter with every swell. She mocks him continuously voice dripping acid.

“Your shrimp is choking you. How poetic. A loser killed by his own pathetic manhood. BBC would never be this weak this small this laughable.”

Dani pauses mid taunt hand trembling slightly a wave of dizziness washing over her. She frowns shakes it off.

“One more time” she mutters voice thinner than usual.

She presses the hose down firmly over his fully erect penis the seal now airtight his own swelling flesh completing the deadly circuit.

The room tilts. Her knees buckle. She collapses in a heap of leather and dark hair boots splayed perfect white pedicure toes pointing at nothing.

Mark feels the change instantly. No more teasing tugs. Only silence. Only the vacuum in his chest. The rubber stays locked over his dick his erection betraying him growing thicker from panic and oxygen starvation sealing the hose completely.

He thrashes wildly the sleep sack barely yielding latex shrieking with strain. Muscles scream tendons burn sweat pours stinging his eyes inside the hood. Desperate wet gurgling sounds erupt from the mask ghhhk hhnnn choked pathetic choking noises like a dying animal each one weaker wetter more broken.

Through the fogged lenses he strains to look down neck muscles straining against the tight hood. There it is his tiny dick purpled and swollen the black hose clamped obscenely around it like a parasitic snake. He tries to jiggle it free hips twitching in tiny frantic jerks willing his pathetic cock to shake the rubber loose. The movements are pitiful barely a quiver only making the seal tighter the hose clinging harder to his straining flesh. Each useless wiggle sends a fresh wave of humiliation through him even as terror consumes him.

Get up. Please. Fucking get up. I can’t breathe.

His thoughts howl raw and animal. His lungs are fire his throat closing his heart slamming against ribs like it wants out. The sounds he makes grow more pitiful high keening whimpers turning into wet rattling gurgles saliva bubbling inside the mask dripping down his chin under the latex.

He bucks hips thrusting uselessly the sleep sack creaking mocking him. Fingers claw inside the tight sleeves nails breaking against unyielding latex. Every movement makes his trapped dick swell more the seal tighter the air thinner. Terror floods him cold and electric.

I’m going to die here. Suffocating on my own tiny useless cock. Because I begged for this. Because I’m nothing.

A final cruel spike of pleasure rips through him watery pathetic spurts of cum leaking from his trapped organ coating the inside of the hose making the seal slicker deadlier. The orgasm is agony pleasure twisted into punishment his body convulsing while his mind screams no no no no accompanied by one last long gurgling wheeze hhhhnnnnkkk that fades into silence.

In the final moments of consciousness his bladder gives way completely the muscles beyond control. Warm urine floods out in a weak helpless stream traveling upward through the sealed hose the rubber tube guiding the hot liquid straight back toward his face. It reaches the mask in a slow creeping trickle seeping past the edges of the gas mask seal into his mouth the acrid salty bitter taste flooding his tongue and nostrils as he chokes on his own piss in his dying breaths. The humiliation is absolute even as his body goes slack the last pathetic twitch leaving him motionless.

Then darkness rushes in slow and greedy. His struggles weaken to twitches. Vision tunnels. The last thing he sees is her perfect white pedicure toes still and mocking through the lenses. His final thought is bitter helpless rage you fucking bitch you killed me with my own dick.

Dani stirs minutes later head pounding stomach rolling. She drags herself upright leather creaking vision swimming. She looks at the table at the still form at the hose still gripped obscenely around his purpled shriveled organ. She reaches over peels the rubber free with gloved fingers. A thin watery string of cum clings to the inside of the hose pathetic even in death mixed now with the faint yellow residue of urine. She snorts softly.

“Even your load is insignificant. And you pissed yourself like the worthless pig you are.”

Nausea surges again stronger. She sways presses a hand to her forehead. Cleanup can wait a few hours. She staggers toward the private bedroom collapsing face down onto cool sheets still fully dressed boots hanging off the edge perfect white toes exposed to the empty room. Sleep takes her fast and dreamless while the dungeon stays silent except for the faint creak of cooling latex around a lifeless body.