WPOSE Part One Woman's point of view

[Extreme Warning. Rated X for Language, Sexual Content and Nudity.(lol)]1

WPOSE - Weirdest Piece of Shit Ever [You'll see why]2

The scene open's upon a dimly lit hallway with one occupant walking briskly down it's length. A woman of approximantly twenty three years of age with bright green eyes and silver blonde hair dressed in a cream pant suit comes to the door at the end of this dimly lit hallway, take's off her jacket places it on the tall thin coat rack and slowly open's the door. Her heels clicking on the hardwood floor she set's foot into a medium sized bedroom with a queen sized canopy bed with black lace curtains rimming the edges. Turning to face the rest of the room the woman's eyes light upon a pair of hand cuffs sitting on her dresser, a whip hanging from her doorknob, and a small gilded bird cage in the corner of the room. Smiling to her self she begins unbuttoning her white blouse keeping her eye's on a small figure in the bird cage. Slipping her arm's through her sleeves the blouse drop's to the floor as she purrs to the figure in the cage," Someone's been a naughty boy haven't they?" Standing in a black german boned silk corset and her cream slacks she brings her hand's around the to the front unbuttoning the top button of her slacks slowly pulling down the zipper before moving her hands to her side shaking her hips softly to push her slacks down the way and stepping out of them. Standing now in a black german boned silk corset, black lace crotchless underwear and a black garter. Moving closer to teh figure in the cage she bends down slightly, eye level with the cage, baring her overwhelming bosom. "Now what am I going to do about that?" the woman all but purrs to the figure. Hearing a quiet voice project from inside the cage," How about you take your whip and choke on it you great beast." Pouting slightly the woman in the corset walks over to the dresser to pick up a scaled version of the handcuffs beside them. Moving back over towards the cage the woman open's the door grabbing the figure inside by his head. With a startled cry the tiny man tries to fight back squirming around and trying to get her to let him go. "Now, now Tyler none of that or it will be worse for you." Flicking the small figure in the stomach she smiled as she heard the soft exhale of breath. With a vindictive grin she places the small handcuffs around his tiny wrists. "See thats better," she says as she moves him untill he is craddled in her hand. Green eyes rake over his tiny naked form with twisted delight. "So fine to look upon, you are Tyler," again her voice was a soft purr. Lifting her other manicured hand she lefts her fingures dances along his form. "Stop you beast, don't touch me." Fury flamed in her eyes at his words, "I'll touch you all i want and do more...much more." Walking to the bed she lays down upon it, crawling backwards she rests her back against the headboard and says," It's time to earn your keep Tyler dear," before shoving him between her legs and into her moist channel. With a soft cry she opens her legs a little wider and begins moving him softly in then out. With low cries and curses he struggles increasing her pleasure with this new friction. Moaning softly she begins to pull him in and out of her body faster. Biting her full bottom lip she arches her back slightly and starts to shove him harder into her, nearly breaking him in the process. Emotion floods her mind numbing her to everything but the pleasure building ever greater. His body going still she does not notice, moaning louder and continuing to push him in and out. At the last second before her orgasm consumes her she realizes the body between her legs has gone still and limp. Not being able to stop herself she screams loud enough to raise the dead her orgasm causing her to shake uncontrollably. Spent she lays as she is for a few moments before rising slowly pulling Tyler from her body raising his body to eye level she looks at him closely realizing he's dead. Pouting softly at the wastefulness of his death she slides from the bed walking ove to the unnoticed second door opening it she walks into a half bathroom. Walking to the the toilet she lifts the seat, look's at Tyler and sighs heavily whispering to his already cold body," Don't worry love, I died with you."3

((The last line is the referance to what the french call an orgasm in other words, the little death))mrow