Playing dress up for your clients isn't anything new. So when he asked you to wear those stockings, those gloves and that collar, you easily agreed. After all, it kept everything important that he wanted available.



Having ridden him to your mutual exhaustion, you were ready to pull off of him. As you were doing that, he snapped his fingers, and a sharp pain shot through your neck. You fell forward, onto his chest, but as you hit him, you saw your own body, him still inside you, now headless - blood coming from your neck.



You try to be surprised, but as he begins to fuck your headless body and your vision fades, you console yourself to the knowledge that he did pay for full service, and the cheque cleared.