1. Snuff ("The pass," part 2)


    Date: 10/5/2016, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, BDSM, Cruelty, Author: Griffin-slut-boy, Source: sexstories.com

    "Snuff" (or, "The pass," Part 2) I arrived at Jill’s place at the designated time. I saw Jenn’s car in the street, which was good, as I was not going to confront Jill without her. I told Jenn over the phone that Jill would never see me, after I walked away from her without a word that night at the CW bar. Jenn let me in without a word. She looked grim. We walked down the steps to the basement of Jill’s parent’s home where my relationship with Jill bloomed, and where Jenn had first met me in the next room, the laundry room, oddly with a built in real jail cell; who’d a thought she’d be interested in me. Jill had locked me in the cell and while the three women, Jill, Jenn, and Sally, watched me strip naked in order to be let out. Jill raised her eyebrows when she looked up at me, but she quickly reverted to a listless expression in her eyes. “Hey, Jill. It’s nice to see you again.” She didn’t respond, just looked at me with eyes half closed from her seated position on the couch, as if trying to remember why she was mad at me. Finally she said, as I just stood there, “What do you want?” There was a cold, distant tone to her voice, making the question a statement. “May I sit?” I sat down next to her. She retreated a few inches. “We need to talk.” I reached for her hand. “Don’t. Don’t touch me. As for talking, you seemed content to walk out on me and ignore me for the last four months. Why do you want to talk to me now?” I sensed this was obviously not going to work, but I ...
    promised Jenn I would try. I glanced at Jenn, still standing. She wore hip hugger jeans and a halter top. God she was even more beautiful than I remembered from a week ago. I felt guilty trading sex for this talk with Jill. “Word has it you are out of control.” “Out of control?” she barked a laugh. “Whatever are you talking about?” “I heard through the grapevine that you are making sado-masochistic videos, with you as the star submissive.” “That’s ridiculous. And anyway, why would you care if I was? It’s none of your business even if I was.” I told her I was sorry for walking away from her without a word, that I was embarrassed and humiliated at the CW bar’s butt contest, and couldn’t take anymore of her bullshit sex stuff. “So I’m here as someone who cares deeply about your health and well being.” “Well goody for you. So you care about me. You know where the door is. You can leave now.” “No, not until you promise to cut out this pity party you’re throwing. You are in grave danger. Are they asphyxiating you as they have sex with you? Hmm? Is that why you’re wearing a turtleneck?” She looked away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Jenn, now would be a good time to play this video.” I handed her the disk I’d ordered through the mail. Jenn turned on the player and TV. It showed Jill being stripped and tied up spread eagle on a wood pallet, whipped, dripped hot wax on, masturbated until she had an orgasm, then flipped on her stomach with a cord around her neck, pulled tighter ...
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