Let's Play SM

Aina Eshlin was a long-lived witch. During those long years, there was nothing she didn't try and nothing she couldn't do. She was always free and could have whatever her heart wanted.

She has never been disagreeable, upset or challenging in the vast span of more than 700 years.

The empire's rule continued on this land for a whopping 5,000 years, and during that time, the hierarchical relationship between witches and ordinary people who could not use magic had already been established to an overly certain degree.

The magic that witches had accumulated over thousands of years was great, and the rule of the empire perfectly guaranteed prosperity and safety.

700 years of peace and tranquility, devoid of any changes or anxieties, Aina found herself as bored as all the other witches. However, having lived longer than most, her boredom was particularly profound.

So she got into SM.

Perhaps she desired something extraordinary—unconventional scenery and engaging activities. So SM circumstances filled her with excitement.

She has gone from her noble status to being a slave, acting out situations where ethics and morals were blown away, and even playing a prostitute who sells her body for a handful of bread. And of all those situations. The unusual situation she loved most was one in which she was tied down and tickled.

She loved the ropes and leathers wrapped tightly around her body. And when she was so tight that it took her breath away, she loved that feeling.

She was so happy to be allowed to breathe, which she was naturally supposed to be allowed to do. She loved the crazy tickling feeling as if the madness was going straight to her brain.

In this regard she was different from Ray. She knew exactly what she liked.

So she was surprised by Author Crown because he had a ready-made play that seems to know exactly what she likes from the beginning.

The high heels of the boots now tightened her legs, while the skirt and panties had tightened her ass and pussy. Opera gloves tightened her arms, and a corset tightened her chest. She was unable to breathe correctly in that circumstance, and even her neck had become strangled.

Everything about this situation was what she hoped for. She could say that it was a situation in itself that made her feel pleasure. She was excited like never before.

'How will this man treat her further in the future?'

She was so excited.

"Ugh… Ugh. Wow…"

Her throat tightened mercilessly, making it painful for her to breathe. Her mind instinctively urged her body to scream for help. This unsettling, abnormal sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable for her. Once she experienced this feeling, she craved it repeatedly, as if she were pleading for release. She gazed at the Author Crown, as if begging for relief.

But her eyes seemed to convey, "Make me suffer more. Allow me to experience even more extraordinary sensations."

And it seems like her wish had come true.

Author Crown gave her the second act of the bondage play.

 Her legs were spread, and her fully exposed pussy was exposed to Author Crown, defenseless. In that state, the whip of pain was swung.

"Ugh!… Ugh!!"

It was a device that only strengthens the pain itself and makes her feel it without leaving any scars on the skin or body. Of course, since something like that spanked her most sensitive part, a feeling of going crazy was burning in her mind.

She wanted to get away. She wanted to crawl and move her limbs and try to escape. But no matter how much strength she exerted on her body, the leather straps that had already tightly bound her body were semi-forcibly attaching her body to the chair. It was a crazy painful and frustrating situation.

So a smile of joy appeared on her face. Her neat and kind face was aroused with pleasure that should not have been allowed.

"Even if I do this, you won't surrender yet! You're a disgusting, dirty bitch!"

Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!

Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!

Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!

Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!

A sound was heard, and the whip explodes without mercy on her precious parts. The painful sensation and the feeling of her strangling asphyxiation made her drool, open her mouth, and stick out her tongue. Her tongue trembles, reaching out toward the empty space.

Her mouth took in a series of empty breaths, as if representing the desire of her body struggling for air. But it was no use. Her throat was getting strangled. Her breath couldn't reach her lungs. And that moment, as if showing her mercy, the rope around her neck was loosened.

Aina let out her cough and breathed in as much air as she could.

Just when she thought she was in danger, her leash was released. With that exquisite timing, she was falling more and more into this play.

"Do you still feel like talking?"

Author Crown looks down at her threateningly, but she coughed and made a venomous expression.

The more she wanted to suffer, the more vicious her expression became.

"Shut up!! There is no point in telling you that! If I die, I'm dead. I won't tell you anything!!"

Aina yells and screams, but she was thinking, 'What kind of punishment will I receive this time?'

As soon as she could finish her thoughts, the leash tightened again. But this time it was tightened even more intensely.

 She screamed and dropped her body as if in a fit. Of course, she couldn't run away because of the leather straps that tied her body.

The heels of her high heels scraped vainly against her floor, making an urgent sound. Meanwhile, Author Crown leisurely took one of the pills out of his subspace pocket and brought it to her.

"Do you know what this is? This is fascinating stuff. It's a potion specially made for suffocation play. It's a magic reagent that forces oxygen to the brain to prevent brain death even if the oxygen supply from the lungs to the brain is cut off. The name is 〈Empty Breath〉."

Author Crown poured the portion roughly into Aina's mouth, which was half-forced open because of her strangulation. Then he forced her mouth shut with both hands, and at the same time, Author Crown loosened her leash.

Gulp...

The portion flows into the esophagus, which has rapidly expanded to swallow air. Before Aina could do anything, the potion had already seeped into her body.

"Keo-eo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- There, there is... Cough! What on earth have you done to me!!"

"This is what I am going to do. If you won't speak, I will make you dance in suffocating fear and pain."

The leash was tightened once again.

 Then, the strangulation takes place on a completely different level than before.

Aina's eyes dilate. The fear of her dying dominates her mind. Her limbs move to make her escape. Her fingers flutter, stretching and bending repeatedly.

The choker around the neck was too tight but with no danger to her death, she felt only the sensation of her being strangled and the terrible sensation of suffocation.

"Ah… Aahhh…"

A blissful smile appeared on her face as she was thrown into the air, drooling and struggling for air. Tears run down her cheeks. She was crying and laughing as she couldn't believe there was a play like this.

A new level of pleasure that she has never experienced before dominates her entire body as her throat was strangled, and she rolled her eyes and looked at the man who was torturing her.

"I'll beat up this useless piece of flesh!!"

Now, seeing the man who was about to swing his whip at her breasts, she was trembling as she realized a burning, unfamiliar feeling. Has she ever provided herself with such pleasure in her 700-year history?

'I want it.'

Aina did not realize that the fierce possessiveness was naturally sprouting within her.

Because the whip of pain had struck her tits before her head was lowered, she was going to cum in such excruciating pain and the terrible sensation of suffocation.

Aina Eshlyn was a kind and good witch. This was a fact that everyone agreed on, with no room for disagreement among the game players. Therefore, most game players tended to avoid excessively hard play that crossed the line with her.

He was like that too at first. However, when he had seen that the attack rate never reached 100% even though I kept trying and kept the line, he realized that he had to try a different method.

So he had gone hard in the game.

In the game he had strangled her, causing her to experience the agony of having her skin ripped apart by the whip and the feeling of suffocation.

 From the very beginning of the play, he had poured excessive tickling on her without holding back, to the point where she went crazy. Then she climaxed again and again to the point of fainting, and finally she was satisfied. And at last he had achieved a 100% attack rate. After seeing that, he was able to realize the essence of Aina Ashlin.

Restraint…. Tickling…. Choke.

These three were plays that may be fun only within a reasonable range, but the moment you cross the line, you run the risk of going crazy or dying. And Aina was a true masochist who wanted to play beyond that line.

She was a witch who wished to be strangled until she was brain dead, tickled until she went insane, and bound until her blood stopped flowing. That was the pure and good Aina Ashlin's hidden, twisted taste.

"You bitch!!!"

He then shouted and passionately lashed the whip at her chest as she was tied to the chair. There was no gruesome, gross sight of her blood splattering and pieces of her flesh falling off. However, the pain was equally transmitted to Aina's brain and was causing her pain.

The pain must have been so great that she convulsed and struggled to escape from her chair each time she was whipped. But she was tied so tightly that she could not escape. She was moaning and drooling, suffering from pain and suffocating fear and pain, but she was smiling at the same time.

How on earth could she accept that face where extreme pain and extreme happiness coexist? It was a bizarre face.

"Are you still not going to surrender?! Bitch!!!"

And his whipping lasted about 5 more minutes; her pussy, tits and even her face and neck had a whip mark.

Pisssss…..

After being whipped for another 5 minutes, she cummed while pissing herself.

It seemed that she had become unable to bear the excruciating pain. And that's timing. Having played the game hundreds of times already, he knew very well when to quit.

"Bitch!!! How do you feel? Are you still not going to say anything?"

"Kkk... Kkk!!!... Kkkk! Cough!"

Aina did not answer my question right away. She must have not been able to adjust to the sudden rush of air into her lungs, as all she could do was cough and gasp for air.

Then she slowly raises her head as she was showing an extremely vicious face.

"… Dirty dog. I will curse you to die."

That single growling word could be scary as it was a witch's curse. However, it was a line that there was no need to be afraid of for now.

"Then there's nothing I can do."

[MC POV]

I let her adjust for a few minutes, and I brewed a cup of coffee and drank it in front of her.

Since I've already done bondage and strangulation, the next step should be bondage and tickling.

I walked up to her and removed all the restraints from her chair.

Even though she was released, she was lying limp, unable to even think of running away, perhaps because she had been overworked.

 I grabbed both of her hands with all my might and dragged her somewhere.

The place I dragged her to was where there was a hook on the ceiling.

 I put handcuffs on both of her hands and connected them to hooks on the ceiling, semi-forcing her into her hurrah pose. Both of her feet were handcuffed and tied to hooks protruding from the floor, preventing her from moving.

"Huh!"

Because the height of the hook was slightly higher than her height, she ended up in a pitiful position where she had to slightly raise her heels even while wearing high heels. Her hands are fixed in the air, and she was glaring at me as if she was going to kill me.

"No matter what you do, I will never bow down to you."

 "Hehe… Let me take a look if you can withstand this torture."

I said that and walked up to her, tickling her with the magic tool.

 In fact, for Aina, strangulation was only a secondary level of pleasure compared to her bondage and tickling.

Her real kink was tickling and bondage.

 "Tickle feather. Maximum stimulation intensity."

It was the amount of stimulation, 10 times greater than that of everyday sensation, that was delivered to the brain.

 Aina was wearing a corset that barely covered her waist and chest and opera gloves that only go up to her forearms. Naturally, in her posture, her armpits were exposed to me.

"Oh, no, don't do it… Don't do it!!"

She lets out her scream in a hurry. This was a player opinion that means 〈Please play now.〉.

"I'll give you crazy tickling."

My feather touched her armpit.

"Kyaha… Hahahaha!! Ahhh!!!!"

Her painful laughter began to echo throughout the torture chamber.