This is a fantasy with which I've become obsessed lately. It's quite dark, but I find the "snuff" element extremely erotic because a beautiful woman having the power of life and death over you is surely the ultimate in femdom. I would love to roleplay this fantasy with a really good actress who could convince me that she was really going to go through with it, (although of course, it goes without saying that I most definitely wouldn't want it taken to its conclusion!). It's the build-up, the contemplation of the situation and the feelings of utter helplessness and abandonment which I find such a turn-on.  Plus the choice of deciding to try to resist the tender ministrations of a beautiful woman or just going with the situation.

I've tried to convey this fantasy in my gallery entries, (specifically in "Femme Fatale"). I found the woman involved on Flickr and have also been obsessing over her for quite a while now. She is quite the most beautiful, beguiling creature I have ever seen, and her images have inspired many fantasies, again some of which I have tried to convey in gallery entries. I might have a go at articulating them more intimately as well, but let's see how this one goes first. I have several different versions of it banging around in my head which mainly differ in how she gets me into the situation, but her drugging me is my favourite so I'll go for that. During the putative role play, I wouldn't really want to be drugged but would prefer to pretend to be unconscious, so that I could experience the sensations of her undressing me, then dressing me in her underwear, putting on my restraints and making me helpless etc etc. Anyway, enough preamble! Here we go with the fantasy - My "wife" in the fantasy is most definitely the woman from Flickr.

My wife and I have been "going through a bad patch" for a while now. Bickering and at each other's throats all the time. Marriage going downhill and all that. I'm sitting in the living room one night reading, when quite out of the blue, she brings me a glass of red wine. I'm pleasantly surprised and thank her. She has poured herself one as well, and sits down in the rocking chair opposite. She always looks and smells beautiful, but tonight especially so. She's wearing a low-cut paisley patterned dress, which shows off an ample amount of cleavage, her breasts accentuated even more by the sweet little unbuttoned black cardigan she has on over the dress. I hear the rustle of her tights as she crosses her legs. She smiles at me enigmatically and sips at her wine. I take rather more of a gulp from mine. She picks up a magazine and starts leafing through it, but she seems distracted and keeps looking over at me. I carry on reading and sipping at my wine. By the time I've nearly finished it I'm finding it difficult to read. The words keep blurring and I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. She seems to sense this and asks,

"What's the matter sweetie? Feeling tired? Why don't you have an early night? I think I'll come up too."

Waves of sleep flow over me. She helps me out of my chair and guides me up the stairs. We haven't had any physical contact for months and her perfume and nearness to me is intoxicating. I can see her large heavy breasts bob and jiggle inside her dress as I stumble against her. I know something is wrong - she's doesn't seem surprised that I'm feeling sleepy and she's very intent on getting me up the stairs before I actually fall asleep. She helps me into the bedroom, and the last thing I remember is collapsing onto our bed..................................................................

.....................................................Consciousness slowly returns. I feel like I'm trying to reach the surface of a warm, sweetly cloying lake. I can feel pressure on my arms and legs and I can't seem to move them. I feel my mouth being opened and something soft being stuffed into it. Then my head being lifted up and stretchy, soft fabric being wound around my forehead then over my mouth and, and pulled tight. Then the sensation of my jaw being pulled up and a lot of pressure on the top of my head. I force my eyes open and see my wife's breasts dangling and bobbing in front of my face, her arms reaching behind my head tying something in place. She finishes what she's been doing and sits up. I'm fully awake now but totally disoriented. I lift up my head and try to appraise my situation. I'm lying on my back on our bed, ankles, wrists and arms, above the elbows secured to it with padded medical restraints - the type that strap around the mattress. I pull against them but they don't move. A sense of unreality sweeps over me as I see also that I'm wearing a silky white bra, white suspender belt and sheer black stockings. My wife is kneeling beside me on the bed. She looks stunningly beautiful. She's taken off her dress and bra, and is now wearing just cardigan, panties and tights. Her cardie is buttoned up at the bottom, but the top few buttons are undone putting her large unfettered breasts on full view. I notice that she's made herself up just the way I like - plastered it on - loads of foundation, eyebrow pencil, false eyelashes, rouge and crimson red lipstick. I try to ask her what's happening - why she's done this to me, but I can't speak. My mouth is full of somethng soft, and there's something wound round my face and head, over my mouth and under my jaw, pulling my mouth shut. I realise that I'm totally helpless and completely in her power. She looks me in the eyes, an expression of either contempt or pity on her face - I can't discern which, and starts to speak.

"There's no point in struggling or trying to talk sweetie. Your mouth's stuffed with a pair of my panties, with two pairs of my tights holding them in place. And your arms and legs are secured to the bed with medical restraints. You won't be able to free yourself. I've used them instead of rope or tape because they'll be more comfortable for you but mainly because they won't leave any marks to show you've been tied up, no matter how much you struggle against them.

You'll be wanting to know what's happening - why I've done this to you. Drugged you, then dressed you in women's underwear, and tied you up and gagged you.
There's no easy way to break this to you so I suppose I'll just come right out and say it! I want out of this marriage! - I'm sick and tired of you! Of US! - You must know that! The  last two years have been hell! - all that arguing and bitching! - constantly at each other's throats! I've had enough! I want some love back in my life! - to meet another man - to love and be loved again! I want to get right away from here! But to do that I need money! All our money and assets and not a pitiful half of what's going to be left after the divorce lawyers have had their share! So you're going to die in a tragic accident!  No divorce! No lawyers!  And if your death is accidental then the Life Insurance pays out double!

The cause of death on your autopsy report will be "Death by Misadventure" - another one of those auto-erotic asphyxiations gone tragically wrong" - you'd  be surprised how many there are each year! That's why I've dressed you up like that! - I've done a lot of research and it's what a lot of these men like to wear while they're.........doing it to themselves! The idea is - I've memorised this "To restrict breathing, causing a sudden loss of oxygen to the brain. This, combined with the accumulation of carbon dioxide causes feelings of lightheadedness, giddiness and pleasure, which, when combined with orgasm, produces a rush which is no less powerful than cocaine!"

The problem is, that you can lose consciousness without any warning, which is why there are so many deaths. It says "Victims are often discovered with genitalia in hand and showing evidence of having orgasmed prior to death" which is how you're going to be found. They use various methods to restrict breathing but I've decided to use a plastic bag over your head, tied round your neck. It shouldn't be too distressing for you! As you use up the oxygen in the bag, you'll just slip away - it'll be like dropping off to sleep!
There'll be a police investigation, of course! I'll have to play the distraught wife who had no idea that her husband did this sort of thing while she was at work but I should be able to manage that! I will be distraught! I don't wish you dead! There's no malice in this! I don't hate you! It's just......expedient....a means to an end.

But it's got to look totally realistic! I need you be found just like it said in my research! Like your orgasm was so intense that you blacked out suddenly, couldn't get the bag off and suffocated! So I need you to ejaculate for me so the autopsy will find dried semen on you. Then I can put the bag over your head, seal it round your neck with a pair of my tights and leave you alone for fifteen minutes while you suffocate. I don't want to watch you die.
Afterwards, I'll take off your restraints, leaving the bag in place. I don't need to worry about taking your gag off. You put that on yourself to heighten your experience. I'll dip your fingers in the semen on your stomach and place your hand on your penis, as if you'd been masturbating yourself. Then I'll go to work as normal, come home in the evening, "find you" and call the police! I haven't planned what I'm going to say when I make the call - I'll just try and think myself into the mindset that you really have done this to yourself beforehand That's my best chance of sounding convincing!

I know what you're thinking! I can see it in your eyes! - If I can't get you to  ejaculate, then it won't look realistic and the whole thing falls apart! Let's just see shall we? I've been married to you for fifteen years! I know your body as well as my own and I know exactly how to arouse you. So when I start using my hands and mouth on you, doing all the things I know you love, I'm betting that even in this situation your body will betray you and you'll abandon yourself to me! See, I'm dressed exactly how you used to like me! Sweet little cardigan, no bra, black tights - and far too much makeup, just the way you like. I remember how just the smell and taste of my lipstick used to drive you mad with desire! And I deliberately haven't washed myself down there, so I'm all deliciously ripe, succulent and creamy! I'm your dream woman again! Willingly, devotedly and passionately - for the rest of your life! How many wives can make that promise and know that they truly mean it? No! I'm afraid you're not going to be able to resist me, even though your  life depends on it.

I'm glad I'm going to do this last thing for you..........be a wife to you for one last time and make your last few precious hours pleasurable. This is arousing me in a strange sort of way, you know? Seeing you there as helpless as a baby and knowing that you know you're totally in my power and utterly unable to prevent me from using that power in...................well!  The most momentous way possible! Are you turned on too? You're Perhaps there's something in this situation which appeals to any man's submissive side? The resignation to your fate...............the abandonment of hope...................the tantalising thought that if it wasn't for those restraints I've bound you in, you could overpower me in an instant. Our last night together will be incredible. I'm going to keep you on the edge of orgasm until morning, so when the time comes, I'm betting that all I'll need to do will be to play with your nipples as I gently masturbate you and you'll give me a huge ejaculation.
And then comes the "difficult part" I'm afraid baby. But don't worry about that now. Momsie will look after all that nasty stuff."

I listen to this intently, and then when I realise that she's deadly serious, start to struggle violently against my restraints, and try to plead with her through my gag. But instead of getting angry with me, all she does is look at me pityingly, smile indulgently and say,

"That's it sweetie! You have a struggle if it makes you feel better but I'm afraid there's nothing you can do to save yourself. I'll leave you alone for ten minutes to thrash around, then we'll start getting you aroused. There's no hurry - we've got all night". 

She goes out of the room and I struggle as hard as I can to free myself from the restraints and work my gag off so I can call for help, or at least talk to her but to no avail. I can smell her perfume and body musk on the tights she's used to gag me and it's obvious that she deliberately used worn panties to stuff my mouth as now I've wet them with my saliva, I can taste her juices.

After ten minutes or so, she comes back into the room and lies down on the bed beside me. I've given up struggling and resigned myself to the fact that I'm totally helpless. My only hope now is to try and resist her advances and not ejaculate for her. But it's hopeless. She knows me too well and exactly what turns me on. She places her face next to mine, smiles sweetly and kisses my lips through my gag. I can smell her lipstick and make-up, and feel her breath on the part of my face not covered by my gag, warm, moist and sweet. Her eyes meet mine and I feel a thrill go through me as she parts her legs revealing the glistening wet gusset of her tights. She's VERY aroused. She reaches down, touches the moist patch with her finger then brings her finger up to my face and gently wipes it inside my nostrils. The smell of her vagina is intoxicating. One hand starts to gently stroke and caress my nipples while the other plays gently with my penis. In that moment she becomes my Goddess, omnipotent, beautiful, terrible. I abandon myself totally to her, knowing my fate is sealed.