This text is just intended for fantasy!!! Never try to play like this, never take such risks while playing…

This is a wonderful blog story from marvelous Sylvia Schmidt!!!

A re-creation of my rp with Nivelin.He is the love of my life. I have always regarded myself as worthless and no good to anyone. But Nivelin loved me as I was and thought was beautiful. I couldn't hear those words enough from him. I would do anything to hear them. He liked hosiery of all types. I made sure I always had them on. Sometimes I wore pantyhose or thigh highs and for special times I would wear a garter belt.he was so crazy for nylons, he would ask me to wear them always. Even sleeping he insisted. It was worth it because he would reach for them in the middle of the night. The desire for sleep was no match for the feeling of his hands on my thighs through the nylons. Our lovemaking was the most exquisite of all life experiences.But it does not stop there. He never wanted me out of the hosiery. At one point, he insisted that I even shower with them on. At first I laughed. He not only looked disappointed but ashamed when I did that. I knew I had crossed some kind of line. I never want him disappointed and I fell to my knees and begged his forgiveness. I only want whatever he desires. That's how good he has been to me. I stepped into the shower and soaped myself up. It got especially sudsy over the nylons. His eyes were riveted on ke and he said the words I always long for. "You are so beautiful," he said. My juices were virtually squirting out of me at that point. He entered the shower with me and I experienced again the ecstasy of his touch through the nylons. I came......and came.....and came again.But it doesn't stop there. One day when he was at work, he left his computer on. He was in such a hurry, he must have forgotten that he left a porn site up. It was called "darkfetishnet." I was able to figure out how to bring up his profile and there I read his true desires. He wanted to kill a woman while she was only wearing hose. My blood ran cold but my love for him was so undeniable. When he got home I showed him that I had found the porn site on his computer. At first he was humiliated and very upset. I told him insistently that none of it diminished my feelings for him and I wanted to participate in it with him to the best of my ability. He didn't see how that was possible so I took his hand and led him to his computer desk. I told him to bring up his favorite video. He chose one of a woman in a garter belt and hose being strangled to death. Why was I not surprised. I crawled under the desk, unzipped and took down his pants and began to give him a blow job. By the end of the video, I was gagging on his cum. There was so much of it and his body spasms told me this was the best time he had ever had. Both of his worlds had finally come together...so to speak. Our lovemaking was then enhanced beyond my wildest dream as we watched videos together, sometimes re-creating them in safe role-plays. I was always the victim. Sometimes willing..sometimes not. I faked my death many times to his delight and as a result to my delight. Life was great. But it doesn't stop there. I was the one who brought it up when I asked him if he thought he could ever really strangle someone. He looked deep and lovingly into my eyes and said,"Only someone beautiful and who was willing." Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes. Oh tees, there was a little fear, but the overwhelming feeling was the overpowering happiness I felt that I would be able to give him his ultimate pleasure. My relationship with him was the only thing that made my life worthwhile. What better way to end my life but worth his orgasm watching me die. We both knew instantly that the deal was done. I was without family and friends other than him, so arrangements for the disposal of my body were easy. I didn't work because he took care of me so no one would miss me. The evening came for the wonderful event. I wore his favorite black garter belt and black hose and nothing else. He wore his black cotton boxers. He looked so sexy in them. I handed him an extra pair of pantyhose. They were to be the weapon of choice. I kissed him. As our tongues explored our bodies were white hot with desire. Oh yes, there a a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach dreading the fact that all this pleasure was for the last time. But thinking of him in orgasm because of my death was all it took to move me out of those feelings. He pushed me onto the bed and was about to tie my hands when I saw the gigantic bulge in his boxers. I could actually see part of his penis through the opening. I was overcome with desire and I begged him to let me suck on it one last time. I cried out my passion to him. I think I even saw a tear forming in his eye. When he said yes, I really did cry tears of immense gratitude. I reached in and took the cock out. It seemed even bigger than usual. I kissed the tip and tasted pre-cum. I slowly began to suck and slurp without inhibition. I cupped his scrotum in one hand, kneading them as I took his whole cock into my little mouth. There was no way I was going to hold back especially hem his hand went to the back of my head encouraging me to go further. Eventually he was hitting the back of my throat and my gag reflex. I gated and slurped and sucked, gagged and slurped and sucked until he let out a guttural, depraved groan and exploded into my mouth. His semen hit the back of my throat. I gagged again but I held onto his cock. I swallowed and gagged over and over and over. Finished I fell back onto the bed. We were both breathing hard. I wondered how long it would take him to recover. Turns out...not long. He traced his hand over the soft skin of my belly lingering over the womb. He kissed me below the garter belt above the Venus mound. Then he did what always worked for him. He slid his hands over my nylon covered legs.Finally he looked into my eyes with a loving look only he could give. "It's time," he said. I nodded. I knew.......it was time. He tied my wrists to the bedposts. He left my legs free. He tenderly wrapped the pantyhose around my slender neck. " I told you I would do anything for you," I said. He nodded his gratitude and gently tugged the hose a little tighter. I started to tell him I loved him one more time but I was cut off when his strong hands pulled and twisted the hose cutting off my oxygen. " uuuuuccck" was all I could get out. My body reacted automatically and I kicked trying to free myself when I really didn't want to be free. I pulled hard at the bed posts but they were strong and holding well. He told me to try and rub my nyloned legs together so I would orgasm. That was harder to do than I thought it would be. My head was throbbing but I could feel the heat between my legs..yes..it was working. My sounds reflected my success. " uuuuuuccccc....aaaaacccckkk....aaaaauuughghghg." I came in one continuous ongoing orgasm. I was losing feeling in my legs when Nivelin entered me. His excitement was out of control. He pounded me and as he did he pulled the hose tighter and tighter around my neck. The fear of the end gripped me. My tongue stuck out grotesquely. Then he looked into my eyes. He was cumming. I saw his pupils dilate. It was the last thing I saw. His cock was the last thing I felt. I watched him cum. He watched me die. When he finally pulled out, he was certainly unaware that my bladder released one final time in my death. He watched it soak into the bedsheets grateful that it did not touch or soil the hosiery. After all, playtime was not over............for him.

Thanks lovely Sylvia ;-*

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Sylvia you are really so sexy!!!! Love you dying wearing your nylons ;-p