A client of mine has grown to be a little, well attached lately to me. He calls me his goddess which I do not mind. He decided that we needed to have a 3 month anniversary party and called me over to his house for dinner. I was a little hesitant at first but he said he had a surprise for me. I figured why not, what was the worst thing that could happen. He had seen me dismember bodies’ lots of times so it would not be in his best interest to try anything with me. He asked me to wear my best dress. Again, although an odd request it was not the worst. I wore a beautiful, floor length gown. It was form fitting and the font plunged in a v down to almost my belly button. When I got there, candle light filled up his home. He kissed my hands and I squinted my eyes towards him.
He invited me over to the table. There was a beautiful roast made. He pulled out my char and I sat down. He then sat next to me. As we ate he pointed out the dead flowers in the middle of the table. “These are for you my Goddess.” I eyed him up with a confused glare. He held the vase close to me for me to examine. The flowers looked like tiny skulls. They were actually really beautiful. I gave him a smirk. I appreciated his generosity; this was actually a surprise that I had no problem receiving. After we were done he asked me to stand. He undid the clasp in the back of my dress and it fell to the floor. He knelt on the ground and removed my heels one by one and sat everything nicely to the side. He took my hand and led me to the basement. “Here she is your surprise.” He was so excited to show me.
She was small, and super cute. She crouched in the corner crying. Her back was bleeding, she has suspension hooks already dug deep into them. I removed the gag from her mouth. She cried and whimpered for me to please say her. She wanted her mommy and daddy and that she would not tell anyone. He hooked the hooks in her back to some chains that were attached to an apparatus suspended in the air. He began to turn the crank. She screamed as it pulled her up. I laughed at her cries of mercy. She was up above me close to the ceiling and extended her arms out towards me trying to get me to take her down. I could do nothing but laugh. “My goddess,” He knelt down and handed me a knife, the blade sharp. I ran it across her body teasing her with the tip. She screamed and then I slit her throat. I showered myself in the spray of her blood. He came up to me and embraced me in a kiss. I bit his lip. He led me out the back door where the full moon light covered out bodies. He pulled me over to him and I mounted him riding his dick roughly. He felt good inside. I leaned down and took the side of his neck into my mouth, blood began to rush down him. We fucked like we were wild, us both cumming coated in blood. I would say that was quite a surprise.