tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126534422012-02-13T23:44:49.890+01:00- The Executrix Blog<br></br> Gebete an die Henkerin - Prières à Madame le bourreauLouisQuitnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653442.post-28884562251673121062011-10-11T14:38:00.001+02:002011-10-11T14:41:36.552+02:00

Id love to become her client....

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I havent been very active the past months, i felt sore somehow. But inside myself, the urge kept working, and found its way to surface.I started to feel uneasy somehow, very irritable. And then found out what was behing it, my guilt, feeling dirty, which has zo be treated, that measures have to be taken upon.Of course there is no other thing than the noose,the only way for me to atone

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...dont forget the noose...!, and just as Nietzsche intended, i would bring with me a noose, when facing my executrix, kneel before her and present it to her, so she could carry out swift punishment on the slob in front of her.Yes there was the poll, visitors, at least those replying, seem to be well focused. To the two of you: i humbly accept your verdict...

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Mi thirst was a strong as ever. And i was so very imaptient.And Mistress gave me her allowance. Under the condition to reveal everything.I got myself naked.And i wrapped a scarf around my neck, tied its ends together and attached a stick to it.A perfect garotte.I went on my knees and started to turn and tighten the scarf.A strangulation instantly has an impact on the whole body, heartbeat

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I have been drifting in the void.i have been feeling the idle sensibility of my body. Its pointlessness, its delinquency.And like out of nowhere, Mistress sets foot on my excistence, and all of a sudden my perception is suffused with her presence.I adore my Mistress,how she soothes my burning skin,how i may gaze at her,how she easily wields her feminine power over me.In fact Mistress owns me

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I am lying on my couch idly, when i suddenly feel the void.It starts with my neck, that itches along a circle, where a noose should be placed.And then the void is creeping down my spine, spreading into my limbs, slides under my skin, until it is everywhere.And i am enriched by the void, by the knowledge, the complete realization of my worthlessness.My mere existing is tort:1) I am a deficiency,

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Mistress already expected me in the chat.And i was so happy to join her there. We hadnt got the chance to talk for quite some time.We exchanged actualities, i updated her about what i did lately, and she was kind enough, to share some of her life experiences with me.Somewhat later she reminded me, that we werent together for idle chat.That i am a bad boy, that i am a miserable lad.And that i

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I am a very lousy boy.Mistress has been askingfor me.And careless as i am, i didnt answer to her.Just had my attention elsewhere.What a slob i am.And Mistress became kind of worrying, i might disobey her wholly.In fact, Mistress was very angry and dissapointed with me.Eventually there will be no other solution for me than the noose.Yet Mistress is indulgent to me, lets me get away with some

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... and the need to atone at the end of a noose!

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i am dreaming of you every single night,i wake up every morning now, your figure on my mind,sloppy boy

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I felt heat mounting inside when i came,just as my Mistress ordered me to,i was twitching and gurgling,her shape occupying my view,then i felt releaseand the distinct scent of fear

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Watch this great clip:Instead of a nasty divorce...She is so hot and seductive, wow...wow!Does anyone know anything about this vid?

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It is 21:20.I'm rubbing my cock and my left nipple.And fantasize about mature women stringing me up.I will strangle myself auto-erotically tonite.I am going through old pics.I have been negligent,i have tried to be normal,I feel frustration and guilt now,as i am just a nasty boy, who deserves the noose.

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Woman found guilty hanging her husband...

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One of my favorite videos, it's actually not an execution scene, rather a love story...all the better....

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Katharsis has been one of my first fetish-related encounters over the net.They had much gay stuff, but there was a small category called "Evil woman" or so, which i enjoyed a lot...Katharsis isn't active anymore, but they do have some sort of archive, including some pics of hangwomen....

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David Carradine is dead.He was a great actor.May he rest in peace!

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Yes...!hYEEEEEES!

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By mere chance i stumbled over a novel by the german author Hubert Neumann called Lusthängen where a guy is hanged by a woman for her pleasure.Of course i had to get it and all in all it is a very nice book, even put away the special interrests part.And as I am such a nice guy, i made the effort and translated a passage for you non german readers:„I wont let you hang there! I promise. When you

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Latest Story from Olpe near Cologne.A police officer just got what he wanted.The article is german only, but there's i nice drawing going with it....Enjoy

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I was shopping for Christmas presents when my eyes where caught by this. They really put that out on the shopwindow in the city-center.So i did a little research and got out, the nice folks from Agent Provocateur intergated that in their current campaign. It was a perfect Christmas present for a weirdo like me.This is a cutout from the online highresolution picture:

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I became fascinated for the noose when I secretly fell in love for my high school teacher. She was formal and strict, but I had her sympathy.That's why I fell in love for her.First I didn't want to be hanged by her it all. I wanted sex from her, I wanted a romantic relationship with her.But I had no right to desire that.First of all, she was kind of ugly. There were quite some sexy lady

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So a majority of you seems to more or less like the blog.Three voted for "Gain for the net" that really surprised me.I am only a little bit disappointed no one chose "You're sick"...:-)Anyway: Thanks or you votes!

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Got him right where she wants to have him...I did the manip myself.So do you like it?

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Warm season defintely ended with the first fall of snow.No more mary janes and ballerina flats to turn my head. Shiny polished boots are okay though.I enjoyed a last rise in temperature two weeks ago, when i had to queue at the cafeteria behind a girl wearing soft white ballet flats, with angular caps and a outward turned sewing line. Additionally they had some athletic ornaments. (Anyone knows a

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I obey any woman wearing such shoes confidently.I shall meet the noose on saturday....

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So we have a winner!Most people prefer the public execution, which is not that surprising, since that method grants maximum humilation. I myself like that option the most, especially in front of female only audience. The SM-Studio, as related to a somewhat more real-life (who really wants to dance for real ;-) activity didnt do that well, but still better than the outdoor-scenario. Honestly I

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I saw an older lady today. She might have been 55, rather slim, sinewy, oh how i do love that. She had bacombed her hair in a way, it made a high tide all along her head. She wore a short formal jacket, highlighting the sharp curves of her upper body. Further down a knee long skirt, semi-opaque tights, black classic pumps with a buckle right over her toes. I am very close to her. She has that

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from the Breathlesscommunity: Find more videos like this on the Breathless CommunityShe's just so great! Tender and cruel.Watching him as he dies....

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It has been occupying me lately. And there would be a lot to discuss on the motivational complex of my death fetish. But as this would mean to touch my civil life and relationship to go any further, i wont talk about it here anymore.Thus the path of honesty ends. In the briars...

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Article from a german newspaperEr sah aus wie ein „solider Büromensch“, grüßte immer ganz freundlich. Was niemand ahnte: Der alleinlebende, geschiedene P. stand auf schmerzvollen Sado-Maso-(SM)-Sex, bestellte sich eine blutjunge Domina (19) in seine Röttgener Wohnung.Mit ihr gab er sich gefährliche SM-Praktiken hin, die er nicht überlebte! Als ihr Kunde tot war, ging die Domina einfach weg…Das

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I didnt have much privacy the last weeks and months. I couldnt resist to do some collecting, but i couldnt carry out IT... And it kept working inside me. I began to feel more an more uneasy over the time. Got nearly into some kind of depressed mood.Since i have been taking the chance to do it again, everything is back to normal. I am active again, and like to go out.I dont really understand why

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I saw them when travelling.Two backpacking girls waiting for the bus wore them. One had red ones, the other one a pair of cyans. I prefered the cyan one, probably because her lower legs were rather muscular and she wore a white knee-long skirt. I used all the time i got to stare at the lower parts of this girl and memorize her appearence. And thats what i retain of her by now.I did a little

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I dreamt it long ago, when i was sixteen and secretly in love with a girl who i only knew by sight. I adored her, but never dared to get close to her.So the dream was setted in the shoolbuilding, and i was stalking her through empty hallways in order to get a glance of her appearence.Then somehow i had her shoes, black chinese style mary janes, in my hands and i felt profound happieness.Then i

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As said before, I use to lurk around fotosites. And through my collecting of imagery I encountered the importance of tags. And there is one tag that especially caught my attention: “wardrobe remix”.Out there is a bunch of creative girls and women who like to experiment with the clothes they have, take a photo of themselves and put it online then.The point about that activity is that women

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I said I put up this blog because there is not that much stuff on the asphyx fetish out there where women are in control.But that is only half the truth. The other reason for me to starting this blog was to portrait the full spectrum of my special kind of deathfetish. This also means getting the urge inside me to speak out loud its will, letting aside any reasoning. In other words

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Now i have a formula for the relation:A hangwoman is the anti-mother. She is extincting life just as much as a mother gives birth to it.The hangee is not a subject in her eye, he is an object, and she is handeling it.

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Actually I don't really want to talk about it anymore. But as i promised honesty here we go:Recently i had the chance to peek into my mothers shoe rack and i had to realise, she owns exactly those kind of shoes i am aroused by. I am sure this is not because i already saw them on her beforehand, its more that during my collecting i discover the footwear of my interest. And i am surprised to find

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Tonight i successfully strangled myself autoerotically.I havent been really active recently. As i had little alternatives. But I didnt miss it too much, anyway. I let dally away several occasions. And it was ok, it wasnt like something was lacking.Nevertheless i kept up good old habits. But the thing is, collecting just doesnt get me into the mood anymore. And i just realise now how essential

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Another topic i have been suppressing... lately.The role of the drug.All the time it has been something for me to directly access my dark desires. Which are with me all the time. But which are covered in some way, i do not really understand.But recently, the drug doesnt open anything anymore. The soft haze doesnt convey any special atmosphere anymore.And now i think, probably it's that the drug

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I have been mobbed recently by female collegues."Who wonders?" one might think by onesself reading this and heaving in mind past stuff. And that might be actually right. It's probably that I am especially sensible for such gradients of power. Probably manoeuver into it just by myself.But it's not what i want to talk about (nonetheless probably should do later on)...The experience of being

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Since I started to tell the full truth, the urge to get asphyxiated has totally flattened. I still did it the last weekend, but it was like I had to convince myself first to actually do it. So is this the consequence of confessing? Only that this has not been my original intention. And for the time I doubt this will last longer than some days...Normally when I put up the right setting, things are

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To resume it: I feel inferior and I am delivered by my sexuality. That's why I have to strangle to death in the noose. But this still isn't the whole truth! I am still trying to go on in hiding what has to be revealed. It's that I still fear your contempt. But I won't neglect your right to know who you are dealing with any further:So how did I get it? When has my sentence been passed?I do quite

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I wrote on earlier occasions about how I am doing it. But i have been omitting to express why i am doing it. That is why before being forced to go off from the grip of the tight noose i am going to write down the following confession:It is that I am an inferior being and my life is of no particular quality or worth. That's why I am constantly avoiding getting near people, to not interfere with

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One of my older pics....

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Video i found on the Page of a biker's group. They are not into the fetish but stage for medieval fairs. Impressive work anyway...

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At least 100 pageviews per day, but not a single comment on the new story or anything else during the last 12 months...Wow, what a great audience!

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“Now... gentlemen...!” The girl doesn't manage to hold back some giggling in regard of such an address. But the mistress doesn't let herself getting disturbed by that:“You may have realised by now, that this will be your terminal lesson. To my left, there's the gallows. And my sure-handed young sister, will string you up from it just one after another. Despite you being male, i am well aware,

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The mistress, who sat there watching quietly so far, finally interrupts her:“Be calm darling... Remember, you only get smoothness, if you create it yourself first. Give the young lad some time...This is still a lesson after all...!”“I apologize, mistress... I just wanted to avoid giving them any chance to release their physical aggressiveness...”“How well I now, darling...! And you're quite right

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A dark room, clean, windowless and nearly empty, except for six stools, some more chairs and one single slightly more convenient armchair. In one corner, there is a tiny but strong desk. Just under the ceiling a massive beam runs all along from one side of the room to the other. A thin ray of light cuts into the room as the senior lady is entering, pulling in air, filled with the scent of past

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She is certainly around her fifties but somehow preserved a youthlike appearance. She has dark hair reaching her shoulders. Her look is at once warm and frightenly deep. The one thing i remarke about her at once are the shoe liners rendering her toes, promissing she would slip her feet into soft ballerinas.She is engaging into a talk with me, telling me about herself and her life, about her

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aged around 20. She is very stylish. Last time she wore a short black dress, with frills not quite hiding her thighs, letting her legs appear to be even longer. She covered them with opaque violet tights, as required by current fashion trends. And her feet, she always shuffles them to form an open triangle, which looks totally girlie. She wears black flat and somehow wrinkled maryjaneses,

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I said, I feel dried out, and that is still true. Nonetheless, there is still something left to say:From the beginning on, the age when i started to be aware of my sexuality, it had that deviant turn. My fantasies always revolved around asphyxiation, especially hanging. But originally it was me to do the hanging or at least i imagined female victimes. In my fantasies i strung up all of those

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I have dried out somehow...I stroll around all the asphyx related places online... but without real excitemnet... even the collecting offers no fun anymore.Why is this so?Because I am grown up now, settling down mentally somehow ? Is this the answer?I know for my self, this is bullshit.So is it because of the drug missing?It definitely plays its role.But it's not the source... the source lies

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You can find me on Youtube, you can read from me on Assoziationsblaster, and of course here: Dolcettish.Digging deep down in the dark side of my personality, I bring up what has been lying there hidden. I do this too in a mere virtual manner.There's nobody out there I know physically, or who I met from face to face.But who I am must definitely stay hidden.It is a virtual community I am navigating

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I found a photo of her.And it is on my screenanytime i strangle myself now.Dreaming of what never may be....

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You wake up and start to stare at her shoes again. „Mind me opening the window?“ you ask.„Not at all. I just finished with my notes.“You slide down the window, the compartment turns instantly cooler.„It's that I am violonist“ you're told. „Oh yes... really?I'm into linguistics...“ you try. „How interesting...“ she answers.„How is it being a violonist?“„Ah... You're getting around so much! I

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... I saw a pair of beige ballerina mary-janes passing by. So I raised my look to see a woman of about 45 years of age trailing a light blue solid case behind her.My attention was already hooked. I continued looking after her, she was passing two hot thirty-somethings, who I ignored.She had the right age for me.And she wore the right shoes!I kept looking over to her.She was spotting the train.

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I just began to fear they stayed down.But this great site is now up again under it's new Name: Dolcettish.comI'm happy now!

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Photomanip made with one of Yokomodele's Photos (Many Thanks!)

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All happened near Villefranche de Conflet. It was late summer and really hot. I was twenty-one back then. And I was travelling alone.And so I was wandering up the Pyrenées feet through all this sort of mediterranian vegetation, dried out, perfume of oily leaves in my nose.I saw or heard absolutely nobody around and therefore considered myself to be totally alone up there.I came to a tree.It was

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As it just happened: I see a girl wearing yellow Lacoste Antibes.I state the growing sexual arousal, the need for me licking the soft leather covering her restless toes.That's when i realize i must not do this under any circumstance, she would never tolerate that.And that i should better be punished mercilessly for my wanting to.I know the sling being the only answer. Nevertheless I

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And they are real, as always!Not only two-dimensional images flickering over your screen.They are athletic young women wearing ballerina maryjanes, their hair cut sleekly.They are stylish clad ladies...Earlier, an asian woman, about the age of 45, blouse and kneehigh black skirt, shiny pumps and even legs.How would it be, if she eventually kicked the stool away from under your feet?Only that shes

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KissedSandra Larson (Molly Parker) is a nercophiliac and lives out her desires after lessons at mortuary school. Her fellow student falls in love with her.But he has to realize he cannot enter her world, as she is drawn towards the dead and not towards living bveeings.He takes the consequences and hangs himself in front of her. She tries to dissuade him, but eventually she's too idle, finally

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How it should be practiced in real live...Im sick, i know that...

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Er bibbert am ganzen Körper, aber er stellt keinen neuen Versuch mehr an, sich ihr zu widersetzen. Und sie kennt diesen Punkt. Und sie liebt ihn so sehr. Wie sich noch jeder einzelne bemittleidenswert schnell in sein Schicksal gefügt hat. Sich im Nu von der Vorstellung beherrschen hat lassen, vom Ende des Stranges zu baumeln, an den sie ihn gebracht hat.„Heute ist dein Glückstag!“ sagt sie, ohne

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„Bleib da!“ weist sie ihn an und erhebt sich, bewegt sich zielstrebig auf die Kommode zu und holt daraus ein Bündel Stricke und einen schwarzen Stoffsack. Sie dreht sich um und nimmt das Frösteln auf seiner Haut wohlwollend zur Kenntnis.„Was.. was haben sie denn... jetzt vor...?“ bringt er stotternd hevor. „Schht...“ bläst sie ihm sachte zu. Sie kommt auf ihn zu schiebt ihn auf die Seite und

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„Ausziehen!“ heißt sie ihn gleichgültig.Und er gehorcht ihr nach kurzem Zögern. Und sie weiß, dass im Café schon ein knapper Befehl ausgereicht hätte um ihn hierher zu bekommen, mehr nicht. Die Inszenierung, die gewählten Worte hätte es gar nicht erst gebraucht. Wil es verlaufen würde, wie es noch immer verlaufen ist. Und er wird abgehen, genau so wie noch jeder Einzelne von ihnen abgegangen ist

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Es ist die brennende Trockenheit, die sie nach draußen treibt. Und sie weiß, dass sie den Durst auch heute nicht wird stillen können. Sie weiß, dass sie vom Begehren besessen bleiben wird, ganz gleichgültig, wie exzessiv auch immer sie vorgehen wird. Zögerlich schlürft sie den porösen Schaum vom Rand ihrer Kaffeetasse und wandert mit dem Blick in dem weiten offenem Raum umher. Sie weiß, dass ihr

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... and still she didnt come for me!And neither did they...They didnt even cancel the account.Or delete the content.Or at least send me a warning... anything...I must admit it: I'm honestly surprised!The reason why I started this blog was to express my pathetic sex drive, becoming yet another weirdo to spam the net with all his dammed up frustration from his depraved desires not beeing satisfied.

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Man Accidentally Hung During Neo-Nazi Bondage Sex Game 38-year-old Simon Burley has died after a kinky sex game with his lover Elizabeth Hallam went wrong. According to Hallam she was roleplaying a neo-Nazi hangman. She said that Burley put the noose around his neck and she kicked the chair away. The plan was that she was to cut him down with a knife that he

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Zur Abwechslung auch mal was Theoretisches...So eine kleine Zusammenfassung wollte ich schon längst mal machen.Wikipedia!Topic: Death ErectionTopic: Autoerotic AsphyxiationStichwort: Postmortale ErektionStichwort: AlrauneAssoziationsblasterStichwort: HenkerinStichwort: GalgenStichwort: AlrauneUnd der Datenschlag darf natürlich nicht vergessen werden: Asphyx How To

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A series by lux-et-pictura

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Hinter den Kulissen haben sie dich schon hergerichtet. Nun ja, sie haben dir sämtliche Kleider vom Leib gestreift und dich in elastische Büßerslipper gesteckt. Bis auf die und das Band, das deine Gelenke in deinem Rücken gefesselt hält, bist du nackt.Dann treiben sie dich vergnüglich auf die grell ausgeleuchtete Bühne hinaus und du wirst schlagartig von der Gewalt der Szene ergriffen, folgst

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on FemdomArt.ru

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Eine Dame der Oberschicht in einem Theatercafe:Sie hat kurze graue Haare, die temperamentvoll frisiert sind.Ihre Haut ist sorgsvältig gepflegt.Die Krähenfüßchen zieselieren Muster um ihre Augenpartien, wie kunstvolle Verzierungen.Ihr schwarzes dünnes, jedoch in eine steife Form gebrachtes Oberteil unterstreicht ihr Reife und Eleganz.Und dann ist ihr Rock so knapp!Dass einem der Blick entlang

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Die Droge mach dich an wie eine Glühbirne!Eine von den diesen Frauen, an denen du täglich vorbei läufst...Wäre sie doch nur bei dir, so ganz plötzlich!Und es bräuchte nur einen horizontalen Balken, über den Sie die Kordel lüpft,dir dann die Schlinge über den Kopf zieht, und dich dann in die Höhe zerrt. Dabei mag sie dich ja,sonst wäre sie gar nicht hier!Aber was sie an dir mag ist nicht

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Es ist viel Zeit vergangen.Während der du nicht gepostet hast. Warst du in dieser Zeit denn abstinent?War ich die vergangene Zeit abstinent?Ja und Nein...Es war wie der Schlaf, der vieles zudeckt. Ich war nicht aktiv! Teils, weil ich nicht die Energie aufgebracht habe, etwas zu produzieren.Aber es hat sich in meinem Kopf fortgesetzt. Auf Sparflamme sozusagen.Ich will dieses Blog aber auch nicht

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The sling turning your winkie crisp. She watches you, wearing her licked clean winkle-pickers, she just tipped over the stool from under your feet with, Cutting your breath by the tight rope's grasp, which she nimbly looped around your neck. Your life to be spurted for her enjoyment.

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...but it isn't because of yourself - the one being you are - she wants you to dangle.But for you being a male, because of your winky. Your threatening virility, which she wants never to have come in act. Your sexuality, which she sentences you for, which she is chastising you for, which she drags you into the gallows' shadow for.It's positively a sexual reason, she strings you up for. It's a

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Sie sind überall!Und wie immer sind sie echt!Nicht nur zweidimensionale Abbilder, die über den Screen flimmern.Es sind athletische junge Frauen, mit flachen Ballerinas und schnittigen Frisuren, es sind stilvoll gekleidete Damen.Heute: Eine Asiatin, so um die 45, elegant, Bluse und knielanger Rock, hohe Schuhe und glatte Beine. Wie wäre das, wenn die dir einst den Schemel unter den Füßen wegträte.

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Hangwoman doing handjob

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...und Zeugnis davon ablegen!

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Im Internet geht alles, im Chat bleibst du anonym, hinterlässt keine Spuren, es gibt keine persönliche Enttarnung, keine Fragen des Äußerlichen. Es geht alles ganz leicht......genauso schnell schief. Je schneller man aufeinander zukommt, desto schneller stößt man aneinander. Aber ich habe Erfahrungen gesammelt. Auch das geht schnell.Ich habe mich oft gewundert, warum sich Leute im Chat manchmal

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Es hat schon seine Richtigkeit so, wenn deinesgleichen vom Strick herunter baumelt.Das ist ganz einfach deshalb so, weil am Boden aller kulturellen Errungenschaften, an die du dich hilfesuchend klammerst, immer nur die Natur auf dich wartet: Die auf Reproduktion drängt.Etwas, wofür du aber untauglich bist, etwas wofür dein Sperma nicht brauchbar ist.Weil du nicht brauchbar bist.Deshalb ist deine

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Es ist so richtig angenehm, an einem lauen Abend ganz gemütlich dem Sammeln freien Lauf zu lassen, ein wenig die Gassen durchwandert, um die fleischlichen Silhouetten der Frauen zu registrieren. Dann schön angeregt nach Haus und ein kleines bisschen gesammelt.Ich geb's ja zu: Mein autoerotisches Leben interessiert mich langsam mehr, als mein genitalerotisches. Ja letzteres, das nach außen hin so

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Ein Tischchen mit einer Flasche Champagner und mehreren Gläsern.Auf den ersten Blick eine Nische in einer gemütlichen Weinstube.Eine Deckenlaufschiene mit beweglichen Haken.Mehrere Frauen in Talar, Uniform oder Zivilkleidung betreten durch eine kleine Tür den Raum. Versammeln sich der Kamera gegenüber und grüßen. Sie schenken sich Gläser ein, prosten zur Kamera hin, nehmen eine förmliche Haltung

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...als Henkerin.

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von Pavel Kohout.Ein wirklich subversives Buch!Das schwärzeste was ich je gelesen habe! Es liest sich wie propagandistsche Euphorie und kehrt dabei fröhlich die innersten Mechanismen eines totalitären Systems nach außen.Daneben steht da viel, viel über das Zusammenspiel von Sexualität und Tod drinnen, was oft sehr weit vom politischen Kern des Buches wegführt.Die Titelheldin spielt darin leider

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Kurz aber einfach cool....

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...bin ich heute gegangen.

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