choked, gagged and garroted with a computer power cord

my Mistress was visiting again for the weekend and i was sitting close by near Her feet. She was thoroughly engaged with typing and answering emails and monitoring Her social correspondance. She was quiet and extremely focused and listened patiently while i sat and jabbered away about different trivial matters on no consequence. She would humor me every once in a while with a well inserted, "Mmmmm Hmmmmm." and continued typing away on Her laptop. i layed sprawled across the floor on my back and as sleep fell over me i began to snore. this seemed to irritate the crap out of my Mistress. suddenly, i felt a huge thwack across my forehead. then, another dul thud pounded against my skull and finally a third one smacked me hard across the bridge of my nose. my nose throbbed with pain and i began to feel a sneeze building.

"I said, No snoring ... I'm trying to work here. you know that." i looked up shaken and a bit hurt, but understood that She had to have a peaceful environment to work within. what i hadn't counted on was my Mistresses fondness for new implements of pain and torture. i watched still a bit dazed as She picked up the battery counter weight from Her mac and swung it forcibly and smacked it hard into my unprotected face. it's impacting sound gave Her the satisfaction of a nice CrAcK and tHwAp! She looked up approvingly and twirled the weight playfully by the cord. Mmmmmmm ... nice leverage, wouldn't you say? i was still stunned like i had been stung by a hornet and nursed the burgeoning reddened swollen orb on the side of my face that seemed to be growing and swelling with the moment. She then faked one lob towards me and then settled back into working. The rhythm and motion of Her hands and fingers across the laptop was soothing and relaxing to me. i began to regain my composure and started in to talking about how nice it was to have Her here and how great it was to be able to serve Her. i kept jabbering and talking while She patiently pounded out Her correspondance on the keyboard.

then, just as i was asking Her another innane question about my website,

She grabbed me hard by the collar with one hand and with lightning fast reflexes twirled the computer power cord between Her fingers and wrapped it around my head two to three more times. with arachnid precision, she pulled me in tight and leveraged Her grip down along my face and tightened the cords in and around my mouth.

She had efficiently wrapped the cord twice around my head. the cord dug down across my lower eye lid and over the bridge of my nose squashing the tip of it across on nostril. i began to register a protest, "wha ... huh ... i can't ... brea ..."

i struggled to get the words out, but She was not satisfied. with quickness and agility She trussed up my head again and this time yanked down hard to make three passes across my mouth, forcing the cord between my teeth and torqued down hard across my cheek. i was wrapped up and throbbing. my head was squeezed tightly between the corded bonds and i found it difficult to respirate and to talk. She had effectively gagged me, and was now in the position of choking me out if She desired.

i mumbled something unlegible, but that just made my plight even more perilous. not satisfied with my sounds at all, She yanked hard and pulled up increasing the pressure across the tender tissue of my mouth. i couldn't speak, mumble or say a thing. the corners of my eyes moistioned and i felt my eyes begin to pool. things were now finally quiet and not a sound could be heard, with the exception of my labored, wispy respiration.

my Mistress peered down and smiled at me extremely pleased and quite satisfied with Her work.  but sopmething in Her eyes told me that more was to come, as i felt the cords begin to constrict and tighten around my larnyx and neck. it was immently evident that She was intent on garroting me, as i found it ever difficult to breathe. i felt Her tug hard sharply and the cord seemed to constrict and burrow into my cheek. gazing down at me all trussed up She took on a cold efficient demeanor and pulled the cord tighter under and over my ear

. from the pics, i could see how my ear turned beat swollen red and all the blood pooled and it felt as if it was going to tear off and

explode off the side of my face

there is something almost creepily comforting about putting your trust and your life in the hands of one who loves to torment you. i knew that as i laid on the floor with the computer cord wrapped tightly around my neck that at an conceivable minute my Mistress could decide to do me in and terminate my existance. now that is total fucking power exchange.  nah ... that is just suff play. :)

or was it just a forceful yet polite way to get me to just shut the fuck up?