A bizarre role play with mock slaughter
“Let’s take care of you today then,” I hear Alexa X say, standing behind me in a long green coat. The coat is half-open with just two buttons and her long, bare legs are in green rubber boots.
Lady Alexa X brought me to my knees. My hands forward on the floor – face between them. My butt is completely exposed and I have to stick it up in the air. I’m not allowed to look up, if I don’t, I’ll feel her rubber boots between my legs. A crystal clear announcement from Lady Alexa X.
Yes, and I had already felt the rubber boots when I tried to sit up a little. The lady standing behind me, looking at my bare bottom. In her hand she holds a riding crop with the purpose of hitting me between the legs from below. Alexa X clearly enjoys punishing me with this instrument. I feel the sweet pain again as she uses this whip to hit my bulging nuts at irregular intervals with a loud “smack”. “And you really thought today was going to be a normal date with happy ending, right?”
What neither I nor all the other needy guys knew: Instead of a lustful date, it’s appearing to be a tough inspection with subsequent sorting out at the hands of this lady at her dislike. This is exactly where I had put myself into and at that moment it was still not entirely clear to me that in this session I had met my executioner, my butcher, who was standing directly behind me and would now only do her job to implement this sorting out. The lady’s job was now to slaughter me like a piece of livestock in a role play. Quickly, get rid of the pig!
I had indeed misjudged myself and it now dawned on me that the death sentence imposed on me would now be carried out by this taut Lady Alexa X. However, before I could think about fear, I felt the mistress’s firm grip on my neck, who pushed me roughly to the ground with the following words: “Stay like that and don’t move, otherwise it will be over for you immediately.”
With a rope around my lower leg fixed to the scene of the incident, I crouch on the ground. I’m afraid to move and hear that the lady is preparing something behind me. She leaves the room, but the door is open, so that I don’t dare leave the penitential position I’ve been ordered to stay in. “Pop, pop, pop…”. I hear the sound of a long rubber apron slapping against a butcher’s rubber boots. I have my face on the ground, but from my perspective I see my butcher standing next to me in white rubber boots. I feel her wet and cold rubber apron against my skin and start to shiver a little. Tied around her apron she carries a quiver with butcher’s tools. The next moment Alexa X grabs me by the neck again: “Come here, pig,” and I suddenly feel cold steel on my forehead.
It’s the BULLBLITZ! The lady presses the heavy bolt gun, which has been defused for the role play, onto my forehead – and in the same millisecond the imaginary bolt hits my head and knocks me to the ground in the role play.
I hear Alexa laughing, still holding the bolt gun in her hand: “This is what happens to all the guys who get discarded. They just disappear.”
I’m lying on the floor, a twitch goes through my body as Alexa X comes back with the long slaughter knife in her hand. As the final act of the role play, the bluntly prepared knife is put to my neck and my existence as a would-be breeding boar is put to a definitive end.
“Your head was gone in no time,” are Alexa’s last words I sense at fading consciousness before I dive into the unreal darkness…
Alexa X has already given the next appointment to a poor pig at 2 p.m. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know yet that in the end he too will suffer the absolutely identical fate… a quick de*th by the bullblitz.
When I left the studio that day, I took the role play I had experienced home with me as a very nice and intense memory. It definitely won’t be the last time that I made myself available to this lady for mock slaughter. A top-class experience with Lady Alexa X!
A.
