Dimitra Ekmektsis Men Can’t Cry (Book 1: The 1%) 
 
 
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 Men Can’t Cry 
 The 1% 
 By Dimitra Ekmektsis 
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 When I was in character, I was always able to see men in a very different light. The idea of male strength faded into insignificance. If I wanted to, I could use or punish them as I pleased. My feelings of having a certain power and being able to play with their fear grew. The men encouraged me to such an extent that I started to get very nasty and strict. All my frustrations, which had accumulated over years, disappeared in mere weeks. So many men wanted to be dominated by women.  How was I to know how much I would love it? 
 In the hallway, I stood in front of the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair. The sexy black latex cat-suit hugged my body closely, stretching across my ass and breasts. My nipples poked out visibly. It looked gorgeous, even if it had cost me a small fortune. I fluffed my hair and stepped toward the dungeon. 
 I opened the door and a cute, fit man was standing before me. The tattoos on his arms were beautiful. His jeans looked expensive and fit snugly. I thought I had the best job on earth. He paid first, as was customary. Then I saw what he was checking off on the menu and my smile slinked away. 
 
 Mummification and Erotic Asphyxiation. 
 
 Suddenly, I felt anxious  I’d never done that before. Erotic asphyxiation was potentially lethal. Now, this man trusted me, a complete stranger, not to suffocate him.  .  Thank God Diamond was in the house. I excused myself and went to consult her.  Some dominatrix I was. 
 “Take it one step at a time,” she said. “Let him inhale, then sit on him and cover his mouth with your crotch. When he feels the urge to breathe he will start pushing his head against you. Count to five seconds and give him a breather. He will feel asphyxiated, but not for long. Repeat.” 
 “Thanks, you are my life saver.” I replied.  And his. 
 “Good luck.” 
 Count to five. Count to five.  I repeated this mantra several times in my head as I returned to the black dungeon. 
 “Slave,” I ordered, fully in character now. “Disrobe and sit on the bed.” He enthusiastically undressed. I walked toward him, then reached for the roll of industrial plastic wrap and mummified the client, wrapping his head, face and upper body several times, leaving an opening for his eyes. With the bandage scissors, I made a small incision in the plastic wrap so he could breathe through his mouth, then made him lie on the bed.  His eyes were closed. I saw an erection starting and he already was short of breath. For some reason I was a bit short of breath myself. I wrapped the rest of him, arms and legs close to his body, like a mummy. I left an opening for his cock, reached down and caressed it, wrapping my hand around its girth. It responded instantly, rudely. 
 He couldn’t move at all. I inwardly cursed myself for having come to Switzerland. I knew nothing about the man I was about to choke and I could accidentally kill him.The uncertainty was galling. 
 “Breathe, slave.” I ordered, and he inhaled deeply. Quickly, I straddled his head. With my latex-clad crotch on his mouth, I pinned his head down. I watched his eyes bulge while he struggled underneath me. He tried to shake his head .  As he fought to breathe, I pushed down harder and started to count. 
 One…  Everything around me faded away. It was as if  I  couldn’t breathe.  Two… . I watched the life slowly being sucked out of him. He shook his head a little weaker now. …  Three … I couldn’t feel any movement underneath.  Four…  I saw him hanging on the edge of life and looked into his eyes. I saw something, and I knew he would never forget me. He knew it too, as he returned my gaze. At that moment I saw a spirit in those eyes.  You couldn’t get any closer to another person than that. 
 
 Five… 
 
 I instantly took my weight off him and he started panting heavily, recovering from my assault. His lips curled into a smile from his post-asphyxiation high. 
 “More,” he begged, his body trembling under mine. His erection was impossibly taut. It really was the hardest I’d ever witnessed in my life. I was extremely wet. Thankfully the black latex on my body kept secrets rather well. 
 For the next hour I repeated the process, until he’d had enough, then I reached for his erection and he came, hugely, cum pumping out and staining the plastic wrap, his breath strained. I had barely even touched him before he came to an orgasm.  He looked grateful. I didn’t know why he liked to be choked, but it didn’t bother me. I found erotic asphyxiation very refreshing, and if he was happy, I was happy. He also tipped me. 
   
 
 Dimitra Ekmektsis has had immensely naughty experiences, which have largely been put into writing. She loves to play erotic games with the men who enter her life, and these games have given her ideas for her stories. These stories always include highly charged sex and/ or female dominance. Although English isn’t Dimitra’s native language, she loves to write her stories in English.  
 A portion of the proceeds from her books benefit a 501 non-profit animal rescue called Kingdom New Destiny in Tallahassee, Florida. 
 
 
   
 
 
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 www.Dimitras-Confessions.com. 
 
   
 
 
 Publication Date: May 13th 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-aa03cf61ff11915