Executrix

For those that don't know me, I'm Angel. My name is a tad ironic once you know what I do for a living. I used to just be a professional dominatrix, but recently I've taken up a new role: Executrix. I had one too many messages from the wives of my clientele wanting me or them dead, and I realised how much I genuinely despise men. The more macho, the more I enjoy their demise. I have countless stories I could tell, but I'll settle for my most recent client.

I received a message through my encrypted messaging service, from a lady called Rose. Her husband has been cheating on her, on top of being abusive, and she's had enough. She's saved enough to pay my rather high fee, and wants it done soon before he leaves her with nothing. I always give abuse victims a discount, so she'll have some cash to keep her afloat before her husband's life insurance pays out. I have a multitude of questions for prospective clients: where can I find him; what do you need him to do before he dies; and my favourite, how do you want him to die?

"I've read through his life insurance policy. Accidental death, like autoerotic asphyxiation, is covered. Honestly I want him to suffer. Pain and sexually. Humiliate him like he humiliated me." she writes.

"suffering and torment is my specialty." I reply.

She tells me I can find him at a particularly seedy bar downtown, with one of his girlfriends. I have no problem finding him,  slip a date rape drug in his drink, then just as its about to kick in, beg him to come fuck me in the back of my car. He ditches his sidepiece in a heartbeat from my stunning figure. I have him get in first, then I'm quick to handcuff him and pull a bag over his head just as he passes out. I drive us out to my remote dungeon. It's in an industrial estate, so when I'm using it it's completely empty. I drive inside, shutting the garage door behind me. I empty his pockets, keeping his phone handy. I tie his legs together and attach my winch to pull him out the car and upstairs to the dungeon.

Ive got plenty of time before he comes to, so I skulk through his phone. I count five women he's either fucking, or trying to. Tonight's lady hasn't had the displeasure yet. Excellent. She's left calls and messages wondering where he went. I reply to say he had to run, he's sorry and he's excited to meet her again soon. She'll be getting a few pictures later to ruin him even in death. Now my attention moves back to him. He's stripped, locked in chastity, his ass plugged, mouth gagged, and he's hoisted up so he's standing on a chair and hung by a noose. I take some pictures on his phone, ready for later. I take the chance to change into something a little more fitting. I absolutely love latex, so an all black outfit consisting of a catsuit, corset, gloves, socks, heels and stunning black makeup too. God I look hot.

Now for my second favourite part - when they wakeup. They are always so full with rage! Especially the abusive ones... I enter slowly from behind.

"Hello Ronny. Careful now, you don't want to slip off that chair now do you?" my heels click on the floor. He writhes in his restraints. I slowly draw a finger down his back. "you really aught to calm down Ronny. If you're a good boy for me I'll let your sad excuse for a penis out its little cage." I say softly. His anger lulls. "good boy." I walk around to in front of him. "I know that you project your masculinity, but it's clear you are meant to be submissive. You look so good in a chastity cage! You know if you'd locked your cock up and been a good little slave to your wife things might have actually worked out." he starts fighting his restraints and shouting through his gag again. I swiftly punch his balls, making him groan in pain. I can't help but laugh. I grip them tightly in my hand and squeeze. "look at me. LOOK AT ME!" I squeeze harder unit he meets my gaze. "you should really take stock of your situation ronny. You need to understand that the more compliant you are, the better this will go for you. The more you fight, the more this will hurt. Understand?" I squeeze extra hard. He nods slowly. "good boy".

I go fetch his phone and while standing in front of him, I start messaging his date. I ask if she wants to fuck him with a strap on because he's really a sissy in chastity. I send some pictures, then show him the phone. He rails again as I laugh. He date responds quickly calling him a freak, a faggot and a sinner. A bible belt chicks, so classy. "wow so much hatred, you two were perfect for each other!" he rages more - clearly bruising his ego hurts him more than bruising his balls.

I move my fuck machine to behind him. I rip the large butt plug out his ass and line up the equally large dildo on the machine and push it in him. He fights it but another punch to the balls sorts that. I document this on my phone too - I'm sure his wife will love this. I turn the machine on, making him groan - I assume in pain but I tease him anyway, "aww is my little sissy enjoying taking it in the arse? It's OK if you want to cum!" I laugh. "normally I'd whip the shit out of you now, but I can't leave any marks. I'll have to settle for your balls then." I take his chastity cage off so I can attach my ball screw. Me touching his dick made him hard. "oh you're enjoying this? See, you're a slave really!" I grin. I tighten the screws until his moaning gets louder than just from the fucking machine.

I grip his little shrimp dick and slowly jerk him off. "you like that hmm?" he nods quickly. "you like taking it in the ass?" he shakes profusely. "I don't know, your little clitty says otherwise.." I tighten the ball screw some more. "I should really be honest with you ronny. You aren't leaving here. Well, alive anyway. Your wife told me all about your little affairs, and how you beat her. I don't take kindly to abusers. Tonight you're going to be found dead by one of your affairs, having hung yourself at home while wanking. Your wife leaving to stay with her sister for the weekend gives her a solid alibi, and she'll be receiving your life insurance payout along with your house and bank accounts." he rages hard, nearly slipping off the chair. "ah, careful now. If you calm down I'll let you cum one more time. One for the road. I'll let you think about it." I walk away, leaving him to stew in his anger, then despair. I roll a package dolly behind him, along with a body bag and ratchet straps. I prep a duffel bag to bring with me, then step back in front of him.

" so, do you want your little squirt? " his face is covered in tears and he's clearly trying to beg me not to kill him. "ronny ronny ronny" I stroke his face. "it's OK to be scared. But you need to understand your life is already over. Your only choice is if you cum first or not. So, do you want to cum?" he cries more before slowly nodding. "OK princess." I take his dick in my hand and jerk slowly.

"you didn't deserve a wonderful woman like your wife did you ronny?" he shakes his head. "you've lived a bad life haven't you?" he nods. "you understand why this is happening don't you?" he nods. "you deserve this don't you?" he nods again. I can feel him nearing his climax. "if you ever loved your wife, you would step off yourself. Show me what an honourable man you really are." he cries loudly as he tentatively shuffles forward. The noose is tied very tightly so he won't drop, he'll strangle. "go on ronny. Prove what a good man you are." he lifts one foot off, then freezes. "that's it. Now lower yourself until your weight is off your foot then kick the chair back." he does as he's told, and just as the chair falls back I let go of his dick.

"you don't fucking deserve an orgasm you sadistic cunt. You deserve death, at the hands of a woman no less. Everyone will know what a pathetic excuse for a man you were, and your wife gets free of your abusive grasp. Sweet dreams sissy." I can't help but touch myself as he swings. I climax as he falls still. I snap out of my ecstasy to pull the fucking machine out his now bloody ass and force a butt plug in so he doesn't void himself yet. I take the ball clamp off then zip the body bag up to his shoulders. I slowly crank the winch holding the noose down until his feet just touch the floor. I slide the dolly under and ratchet his body to the frame. I let the winch down fully and remove the noose so I can zip the bag up fully. I swap to trainers so it's easier to get around, then wheel him to my boot and dump him in. I nip back upstairs and toss the bloody dildo into the duffel bag along with a self hanging kit and a cheap chastity cage.

The drive to his house is always exciting. I drive perfectly so as to not get pulled over, then with my cars lights off I reverse into his driveway by the side of his house, all the way to the back. I use his keys to open the back door then wheel him inside. I set up the hanging kit - a hook that goes under a door, then a seat belt style chord that wraps up the back of the door, over the top, then terminates with a proper noose. I find a stool in their bathroom and lift him onto it, I unzip the body bag and wrap the noose around his neck. I carefully let his neck take the weight, then move to stool so it looks like he kicked it out. I pull the plug out so all his shit falls here so it looks like he died here. I pour the piss from the bag out on the floor in front of him, I drop the dildo on the floor below him, and as a final touch I lock him in the cheap chastity cage and take the keys downstairs. I use his phone to text his most promiscuous lover. "hey sexy, come over right now! I've got a present for you, it's on the kitchen table next to my phone. Come upstairs quick!" she replies almost instantly. "I'll be there in 5!" "hurry!" I reply. I leave his phone and the keys on the table, I unlock the front door, then I wheel the dolly, duffel bag and body bag to my car and quietly slip out of his drive. I wait on a side street with a view to his house. She arrives in just three minutes, I see the lights turn on, then a scream. Ten minutes later an ambulance squeals by, which I take as my queue to leave.

Rose messaged me a few days later to confirm it was listed as accidental, and apparently the cheater that found him took pictures and shared them with his buddies. Rose is happy, although has to act sad. My payment is made through my therapist business, so she pays me for "online therapy sessions" - multiple per week right now - until my fee is paid. We do have the sessions to keep up appearances, but they are mostly me telling her all about he ex husband's snuffing and her masturbating. 

No matter how many pathetic men I snuff, I always dream of their last moments as I climax. Life is perfect.