A compilation of three previously-released clips. THE FATAL ARGUMENT: We have always had an agreement that if one of us was wrong in an argument or was just out right not holding up their end of the marriage that the other could tie up in any way they wanted that spouse and punish them. You are usually wrong & I told you that next time you argue with me, you'll truly regret it. Last night we had yet another argument about you flirting with another woman, and when you come home you find me in the bedroom waiting for you. I've decided your punishment: I want you to feel a noose around your neck. You're afraid that I'm really going to off you, and that pleases me. I assure you that it's just a game, and the faster you cooperate the sooner we can be done. Yet as the handcuffs snap around your wrists, you realize what a vulnerable position you're in. I read your punishment: "D3.ath!" You ask to make love to me one more time, but I know that's just a ploy to get free of the noose. Still, I take pity on you & offer one last handjob. I'll even offer you one last chance: If you can resist cumming, I'll let you live. THE FATAL AFFAIR: We've been having an affair for several months, and you've decided you want to tell our spouses. I try to talk you out of it, but you won't waver on your decision so I pretend to agree with you. "Let's have one more last bit of fun," I say, distracting you from the topic, and I send you to the bathroom to get undressed. While you're out of the room I contemplate how I'm going to handle you, then I prepare handcuffs and rope. We start out with some boring vanilla sex, but knowing you're about to ruin my marriage, I can't even pretend to be into it. I suggest an impromptu "kink night" and you reluctantly agree to let me cuff your hands behind your back. Then I put a noose around your neck & tell you to get up on a stool. You really don't want to, but I explain that if we're going to tell our spouses, if I'm going to be with you for real, then I need to know you trust me. You climb up on the stool. I step back & look at you, trying to make up my mind. Then I give you a blowjob so that you don't suspect anything. But I suddenly stop, realizing for certain that I cannot allow you to tell my husband about our affair. I pace back & forth. I don't want to get rid of you, but I need to be sure. I give you one last chance. "Are you sure you want to tell them?" You say you're certain. I remind you that you're in a noose, and you beg for your life, swear you won't tell, but I already know the truth. If I let you live, my marriage is over. I tell you I'll give you one last orgasm, and I suck your cock some more. It's hard for me to do, but I really do love you. "I hate that you made me do this to you," I say & you call me a bitch. "Oh really? If I'm such a bitch, I guess I should make you suffer." I move the noose to the side, to make the process last longer. "You brought this on yourself," and I take the stool out from under you. As I watch you sway, I'm amazed that I feel nothing. MERRY WIDOW-MAKING: This divorce has dragged on too long, and I'm ready to be rid of you. I'm too impatient to wait anymore, and I devise a plan to off you. This has to be done in such a way that you suffer though. I know! I go get some rope & a plastic bag, then I call you at work. We're still living together because rent in the city is so expensive, and I tell you that when you come home I'll have a surprise for you. I know we haven't been getting along, but I want you to lie naked in the middle of the bed & wait for me. You do as I say & are eagerly awaiting me when I walk in the room, undressing as I tell you that I want to make love to you. I kiss you & put you inside me then ride your cock. Right before you cum, I jump off you & ask permission to tie you up. You're so horny that you really don't care; you just want to orgasm. So I tie your feet to the bedposts, then your hands. As I'm tying the last knot, you start to get suspicious, but then I ride you again & all you can think about is getting that nut. Then I confirm your suspicions & tell you that I am going to k1.ll you, and nothing can stop me from making myself a widow. I pull the plastic bag from under the pillow, tie it off with rope, and ride you cowgirl style while you try to breathe. When I see you fading, I loosen the bag for a minute, and you hungrily suck in air. You can't believe your cock is still hard, but you can't resist me. I feel you cum inside me, then I re-tighten the rope around the bag & tell you that it was all a game & if you beg me to k1.ll you I'll take off the bag & let you go. So you beg me, hoping this all really was just a game. But I smile, check to make sure the rope is tight, then watch as you breathe your last few breaths. That certainly was the fastest way to become a widow