Hey guys, Sorry I've been neglecting this group for a while so i thought id get things kicking again.

Describe to me your fantasy involving the electric chair? Give us a description, tell us a story or even do a dance :)

Look forward to your responses :)

Mark

Hi. I'm new here and to the site, so I'll say hello, and tell my fantasy about the electric chair.
I fantasise about being a condemmed prisoner getting prepared for it....having my head shaved, I can imagine sitting there while they roughly shave my head and knowing its so they can attatch the death electrodes to my skull. Then I think the condemmed prisoner gets a butt plug inserted or is made to wear diapers - either way it adds to the shame and humiliation of getting prepared for the chair. And then ordered to put on the prison clothes - jumpsuit or whatever I must wear for my execution. Fireproof clothes so they don't burst into flames when I fry !
Then lead to the chair......the guards un-cuff and un-shackle me and sit me down in it. I think I'd probably need that diaper at that moment when I sit into the chair.
The guards pull the straps around my chest, and also my wrists and ankles. I'd have a raging hard on at that stage, my errect cock like a tent in my prison clothes.
And then the electrode helmet goes on - clamped down onto my skull and at the same time the electrode is attatched to my leg......death getting closer !
Finally the hood and then I am ready to fry.....
When they pull the switch I like to think of the electricity going thru my cock and balls and giving me the biggest orgasm you can imagine just as I die.

My fantasy involves me frying for my mistress. I'd be lead to the chamber nude while she wears a tight corset, boots, and gloves. I'd be lead to the chair and sat down. Mistress would strap me in and go to work attaching electrodes to my head and ankle, and to my hard cock. Then she would reveal guests would be watching me fry. I'd hear her walk away and electricity buzzing. Then it would hit me. I'd jump at the straps, screaming out. I'd feel the pain for a while before starting to die. I hope I'd feel one huge orgasm as I faded away. Mistress would be masturbating to my dancing body too. Maybe she'd leave it on for a bit to make sure I was dead.

My fantasy is a slight twist...a fantasy that I have roleplayed before. I am a prison guard in a prison known for its brutality. The inmates riot and storm the prison, taking all the guards and the Warden prisoner. As one of the more brutal guards, I am given a mock trial and sent to the chair by the prisoners and fried in the uniform that symbolises the cruelty they suffered

My fantasy is to be executed in prison. Electrocution seems to be a proper method of punishment: it requires a lot of preparations and humiliation. I would be taken to the chair naked and strapped tightly. Finally, the electricity would hit me causing trmendous, inhumane pain.

In my blog I have have posted my fantasy of execution in electric chair. Please provide me with your comments. thanks

The thing that excites me the most about the electric chair is all the preparation that goes in ensuring an easy and efficient execution. And of course, the act of getting strapped into that grisly thing by thick heavy leather straps is also exciting. I love the nervousness and humiliation that comes with it too. It's obviously a discipline thing too because your being punished for something you did wrong. Getting your ass fried while tightly adhered to a heavy wooden death contraption seems like the appropriate enough punishmnt. I've fantasized about this for a very long time. In fact, it first started when I was young. It came in the form of an episode of "Freddy's Nightmares". It was a show on FOX that played evry Saturday night. It was kind of like Tales from the crypt, but it had a 'nightmare on elm street' theme and freddy would host a differnt story every week. Anyway, one of these shows revolved around two women gang members on death row. The priest was looking to save them so he rigged the electric chair to only shock them, not kill them. Then later, he would dig them up and they would happily ever after. This episode showed the two women getting the electric chair. From then on, I became fascinated. Only years later when I was able to track down the episode online did I re-visit that same feeling.

My fantasy would involve living out a real execution as closely as possible without actually enduring any real-life effects. I would sitting in my cell and every member of this correctional faculty would be a woman. I would shower and don a diaper. The only think I would wear to the chair would be hospital scrubs with the right leg cut off below the knee. I would be taken from my cell and walk dow the long corridor. The lights would be dim. The atmospher would be dark and scary. Finally, we would make our wy into the death chamber. The chair would resemble sing sing's electric chair and on each side of the chair, would stand two beautiful strong woemen with dark brubette hair. They would be in pokice uniforms. I would struggle a little bit, but they would keep moving me closer to the chair until they were able to turn me around and sit me down. I would be getting frantic, but these women would be very efficient in kepping me down long enough to belt the straps around the various parts of my body. Wrists, biceps, legs, stomach and chest area. The they would put a cold wet sponge on my right calf and strap it tightly with a copper electrode. Next would come the headpiece. Again, they would put a cold sponge on top of my head as they lowered down the cap. It would fit tightly around my skull as they strapped a belt under my chin further keeping it tightly in place. I would be a little hysterical. One of the women would stand in front of me and read my rights. I would be shaking my head now and trying to escape the wrath of this contraption. My last words would be me pleading to be let go and they would all stand there and look at me like a pathetic soul. Then, they would fix a leather face mask over me. I would sit there for a while in anticipation. Then the juice would hit and it would feel like an orgasmic surge of tingling electricity coursing through my body. I'd tense up and strain against the straps. It would be absolutely heaven.

I am fascinated by all prison procedures preceding upcoming and inevitable execution. In my fantasy I am guilty, judicially condemned and serve my ordeal in a death raw.
I was brought here in schackles directly from the court, showered and inspected by a prison nurse. My cell is small and neat. I am not allowed to wear shoes or socks, only prison boxers, trousers and tank top. Though I do not deny my fault and accept penalty, I am terrified. I realize that the only way out from here is in a black body bag. The day I will sit in the chair is not disclosed for me. It may happen any time. However, once a week I can see other prisoners being lead or dragged to the dim door in the end of log corridor. Every time is the same: after two hours a gurney with black bag is wheeled back. I know it will be my way too.
One day the daily prison routine is changed. I am visited by a handsome woman in black dress, stockings and thigh high boots who introduces herself as a deputy warden and says it will happen today at 10 pm. She asks some routine question concerning last meal or so. I do not listen, my heart is pounding. She leaves but a group of guards cuff my hands and ankles and take me to the shower. Then I am thoroughly shaved, and examined by the prison doctor. She takes my blood pressure, auscultate heart and lungs. I am forced into a gyno chair with my bare legs in stirrups and my prostate is massaged. Finally I am given OK to be executed. When I am lead back to the cell I ask the guards if I feel anything. You will fry for long - they say.
It is 9. I hear they are coming. I have to undress, they hand me black boxer-briefs to wear. I am schackled but able to walk slowly to the door like all the others before me. I see my instrument of death. The chair is massive, bolted to the floor, there are a lot of straps and wires. I am a boner now. All is happening quickly now. I am tightly strapped to the chair and see may bare feet barely touching ground. The sentence is read out and I am allowed to say my last words. It is useless, I am blocked with horror. They do not care. I can see leg electrodes being attached to my shaved claves. I feel rubber ball inserted into my mouth, tongue immobilized. A helmet with tight mask is put on my head and face. There is an electrode, I konw.
It is silent now. I am waiting, my heart will explode. Suddenly I hear metalic sound of a lever and feel a blast. I jump against the straps. I feel excruciating and inhumane pain, my face contorts and feet shake. There is burning in my chest, my penis ejaculates. I smell burning flesh. It lasts for ages.. The juice hits and stops. My vision is red now, pain subsides, I don't feel antyhing...
My body is given three subsequent 5 minute jolts. Next it cools down and daeth is confirmed. It is taken out and wheeled to the morgue for autopsy and cremation. I have received proper punishment which I deserved. Justice has been done.

Edited by Limone, 1 year(s) ago

well, it began many years ago, my fantasy is to watch a female thru the preparation ritual to the chair