The pulpit

All in black lace, he bends me over and inserts the anal hook into me. He loops rope and nooses it to the collar fastened around my throat.

He wraps the rope over the spires of the pulpit and begins to tighten it. I raise onto my tip toes, my body pulled like a carcass. My weight resting on the hook in my arse, my throat and shaking legs.

Its difficult and uncomfortable and evokes panic. He leaves me and goes outside to smoke a cigarette. My face is covered in fearful tears and smeared make up.

He returns. He raises and lowers me as he sees fit, up and down like butchers meat. He whips my nipples and cunt, as I hang from the pulpit praying that it will end seen. He is the decider in that moment, it will not end soon.

He later fucks and chokes me on the bed my head is awash with subsiding panic and desperation. Soaking and sweating and desperate to come. Its over now, as good as over, thank God its over.