Can I kill you, Dany?

When my long-time friend Vittoria opened the door, I hugged her right on the doorstep. Still wrapped in my coat, and with my face still icy cold, I squeezed her warm body against mine as I couldn’t resist anymore.

As childhood friends we went to school together, we shared many trips, a boyfriend in our teen years, and never lost touch even when, for work reasons, she moved away to Milan.

“I missed you sooo much” I yelled as she guided me inside her new apartment.

“Two months, Daniela! Maybe… four? Not enough for you to miss me so much!”

“Shut up, don’t play cool… I know you have missed me as well” I replied, gifting her the most expensive prosecco bottle I had found in the couple of hours I had after checking into my hotel room.

“Let me guide you through my MASSIVE apartment”, she joked while taking my coat.

“What have you done here?!?” she added, pointing at a huge stain on the inside.

“It’s a long story” I replied, blushing without her noticing.

The tour consisted of us acknowledging the overhead platform that contained her bed and closet, while under it there was the living room with a couch, an armchair, and the kitchen in one corner. The only door in the room, aside from the one I just entered from, was her bathroom.

She ditched my coat on her bed and came strolling down the stairs, hugging me again.

“I am so happy that you are here!!!” she said.

With a snow storm about to hit the city as the night progressed, we had decided to spend the evening at her apartment and avoid going out. The first snowflakes were falling down as I had entered the building moments ago. Nevertheless, I had my outfit locked for the night and wanted to look good even if only for her eyes.

I had opted for a short green dress with a high neck and sleeves, black thick pantyhose (it was COLD!) and my classic black stiletto heels.

My friend Vittoria kept it more casual, with tight jeans, a stylish sweater by Valentino’s in bright orange, and was barefoot. That catched my eyes instantly.

“How can you be barefoot with this cold?” I asked.
“Haven’t you noticed? Heating under the floor. This thing alone made me crazy about this apartment”. It was true. I removed my shoes and the feeling of the warm surface under my soles made me relax.

At this point in the story, you should know I am straight. I like men, always have, and never in my life I have done anything with another woman. I really like everything that is not femine -body hair on the chest (in a reasonable limit and with some body care!), beards, strong bulky hands, even a hint of a belly. And I like oral sex. I like to get it done to me, I like to do it, and I always wondered what it would be like to do it to another woman. If my knowledge of the matter would make me good at it, but also the power play oral sex implies: one enjoys it, while the other is at work with all your senses at play. Taste and smell on top of it. When you are on the receiving end, you are the queen of the world; when you are down there, you have to give everything for someone else's pleasure.

Vittoria, on the other hand, was what I would define someone 100% straight. I had never heard from her anything that hinted otherwise. She wouldn’t speak about other women's physical appearances if her life depended on it. While I could joke or appreciate someone else's breasts, she couldn’t care less.

And then she had the sexiest feet I had ever seen in my life. Perfectly shaped, size 38 (I’m sorry Americans, google it!) and always maniacally curated, I couldn’t avoid taking the occasional peak while we were talking on her couch waiting for our sushi to arrive.

She laid down on the long side, head against the wall. I opted to sit at her feet, because I really wanted to stay in proximity to her extremities, even if better options were available.

And we started the prosecco bottle with nothing else on the side. Getting drunk was part of the fun.

After a bit of chatting, she abruptly changed topic:

“Do you like my color?” she asked at my peak number 100 or so.

“W–what?” I replied, blushing again. She noticed.

“My nail color! I’ve done it black but I was so unsure”.

“They look good, as usual,” I said.

“No but for real, look at it,” she said with a smile and held her right foot higher close to my face. I was embarassed by the fact I was sexually attracted by that proximity but didn’t want her to notice and ruin the night.

I held her foot with my hands so that she didn’t have to sustain it by herself and pretended to check the nail paint in detail.

“Have you ever worn shoes since doing color? It looks intact, it didn’t come off in the corners” I offered as professional advice.
“No, I just did it this afternoon,” she added.

We stayed like that for a long moment. Her coconut skin cream filled my nostril as I was getting aroused in front of my friend.

“You still have a thing for feet, right?” she asked.

“Have I told you that?” I replied.

“You did.”

“Ok, this is embarrassing, I’m sorry” I pushed down on her feet but she resisted.

“It’s embarrassing if you don’t start licking it”

“What?!”

“Do you want to lick it?”

“I… do, I’m sorry I’m so drunk and kept looking. I didn’t mean to. You are my friend and I don’t want to…”

“Shhhhh. Lick them. Stop talking”.

And I did as told.

First on top, near her ankle, then down putting my tongue in between every toe. Then her soles, still slightly dirty for having walked barefoot all afternoon in her almost spotless apartment. It felt amazing. She pushed down on the couch laying her head flat and moaned as I was putting every toe in my mouth, sucking it as clean as I could.

I was in heaven, my heart was pounding and my mind was inebriated by the wine. I felt very aroused and started thinking about my recurring fantasy of performing oral sex on a woman.

As she was lying down on the couch I pushed my hands on her legs approaching her pussy.

“You are not having sex with me tonight, Dany” she told me pushing my forhead away with her sole.

"Stay where you belong”.

The refusal was embarrassing but the foot on the face was arousing as hell.

“Ok, sorry” I whispered in response.

“And I don’t want to hear your voice. Just nod.”

I kept licking her feets and she kept enjoying it. But I was starting to wonder what was going to happen next. There’s no sex on the table. No oral sex either. She won’t come, obviously, and neither will I. So all of this can only be interrupted by the sushi arriving and it will be super awkward.
While I was pretty much blowing her right foot, sucking and choking on it, she speaked again.

“There’s another thing you told me you liked and I didn’t forget about that either”.

I looked at her and didn’t speak, as instructed. I was just hoping I didn’t mention anything too humiliating in the past.

“That snuff fantasy. The hanging videos you downloaded from the internet. I told you that it was sick. But you made me wonder how it must be to hang someone for sexual pleasure”.

My heart was rushing hard.

“Look me in the eyes, Dany.”

I looked into her stone cold black eyes.

“I want to hang you Dany”.

“Are you kidding?” I replied, breaking the rules.

“Will you let me do it?”

“You want to breathplay?”

“I want to hang you until you are dead”

“You want to kill me?”

“I love you, but I want the thrill of killing someone in my life. And you want to be killed, I know that”

“I didn’t say that!”

But I was still laying at her feet, still cuddling her soles with my thumbs.

“Dany, I want to kill you now. Let me do it. You will end up doing it by mistake eventually”.

It was true.

“Ask me, Vicky.”

“Can I kill you Dany?”

I nodded.

“Thank youuu!” she screamed in joy. 

“Do you have to pee?”

“Yes, a bit”

“Ok, go pee because I don’t want you to pee on the floor. I don’t like that”.

I got up, my head spinning with the adrenaline and the alcohol, feeling in one of those moments where you don’t understand who’s in the driver seat of your life.

I got into the bathroom, where a heated floor was not a thing, and sitted on the toilet.

I took a deep breath. The cold from the toilet itself and the floor felt like real life peaking into a wet dream.

“This is the last time I pee in my life” I was thinking.

"That’s it, I’m doing it. I’m hanging. I will be dead in minutes. These are my final moments. I will be in a body bag in a few hours and I will be handled naked by a lot of strangers”. 

I felt scared, helpless, and willing at the same time.

 I wanted to please my friend, I wanted to experiment hanging, but death felt scary and the fact that I knew I was peeing just to die without making a mess on the floor felt humiliating.

Vittoria knocked on the door.

"Come on Dany, let’s do it!”

She knew I was stuck thinking about it and every second I could change my mind.
When I exited the toilet, she had already swung a belt from the overhead platform she used as bedroom.

“Help me push the couch a few centimeters away,” she said.

I just went there and helped her. We moved the couch so that a chair could fit under the noose and there was enough space for me not to step on anything but the chair.

“Go up, Dany” she told me, holding my hand.
“Should I undress?” I asked.

“No, you look stunning this way. Go up, now”.

I moved up and she joined me with another chair. She made a loop around my neck with the belt and then thighted it around my neck with a good amount of strength.

The belt felt really uncomfortable and I thought about saying something. Then I realized this was not going to be comfortable. The point of the belt was to cut my breath and kill me, not choke me a bit like we all did during sex. She stepped down from the chair and in the meantime I tried to adjust the belt a little.

“No no Dany, put your hands behind your back” she told me.

I did as told and heard her searching in a kitchen drawer for something.

Seconds later, she zip tied my wrists together. Never to be free again as a living person.

She walked around the chair, standing in front of me admiring what she had just accomplished.

The doorbell ranged. The sushi had arrived.

“Oh shit” she giggled and went to open the door.

“Good evening” I heard from outside the door as she kept it open the bare minimum not to reveal what was going on inside.

“Thank you” she said while receiving our dinner.

 Now dinner for her only.

“Just a second” she added, leaving the door adjar and walking towards me.

“I don’t have any change. Do you?”

“I…in my purse, the red wallet” I replied while still noosed on top of the chair and with my hands behind my back.

She looked into my purse and found the coins.
“There you go, thank you!”

“Is it just for you? All this stuff?”

“It was for two people, but my friend will not make it,” she replied.

Then the door closed, and she was back.

“I was so hungry, but now I’m so full of adrenaline I can’t even eat! You hungry?”

“Not really…” I said.

“You won’t be anymore in a few minutes” she said while caressing my leg.

“Ok Dany. I’m going to pull the chair from your feet now. I will kill you. Ok?”

I nodded.

She pulled the chair as my feet instinctively tried to stay on top of it as much as possible. Then my weight pulled my body strongly down on the belt, and the pain on my neck muscles became extreme.

 I tried to stay still and hold my breath as I was dealing with the pain.

“I can stay like this” I said to myself “it’s easy. I will fall asleep any second”.

But my body had other ideas. The need to breathe became unbearable after a few seconds and I started moving my legs more and more until I realized I was helplessly kicking the air, just like the actresses in those videos.

Even if my mind kept a bit rational, my hands tried to reach the belt several times, hurting my wrists and shoulders. But the panic of what was going on was now predominant in my mind as I kept feeling more and more alive. I felt every inch of my skin like I never did before. I felt scared and hoped darkness would come countless times, but I kept being conscious.

My heart was about to jump off my chest, the skin of my neck was burning like it was on fire, the inside of my throat felt like it was full of something that made breathing and swallowing impossible.

In the meantime, Victoria was taking pictures on her phone, enjoying every second of my death.

 When, as my body twisted around, I crossed her eyes, she looked accomplished.

“Please please please let me die,'' I kept repeating to myself, still too aware of everything.

Then a loud whistle came into my ears, and the vision of my surroundings reduced at a small white dot in the middle of my field of view. Then even that faded away and the need for fresh air ended.

I didn’t realize it, but I died swinging in my friend's living room, with only the taste of her feet on my tongue.