The Training of Camille - Session 2

When I was behind Camille, feeling her nice, tight ass against my crotch, I took her blindfold off, she now could see. But I used the blindfold to place it around her neck. A clear sign to the woman of my romantic and erotic dreams, that we were ending the session. The psycho was going to end her life.

Camille's head was leaning towards me, her hair falling on her back, when I placed the blindfold against her neck, tightening it around it, chocking the life out of her. Camille gasped but could not struggle, she didn't have a lot of freedom to move. Her arms stretched apart, her feet hardly supporting her body. She was helpless, as I told her she should feel.

Camille could not breath, the air was no longer reaching her lungs, I made the chock tighter, a last gasp came out of her mouth and her eyes went blank. Her eyeballs fixed in nothing, beyond the horizon, beyond life. In religious terms, she gave up the ghost. I moved back slowly, letting Camille's body hang lifeless.