"With No Regrets guro yuri"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Sunday 11th of September 2016 04:32:03 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:25:47 AM UTC


With No Regrets

Three days ago my Mistress told me after we finished making love that on Saturday night that is today and only hours away from the appointed time I am to give my life to her before a group of onlookers. She told me my death would be painful but necessary for her to be accepted into a premier group of Dominant. She did not tell me how I would be killed only that she needed me to willingly do it for her without coercion. I was at first taken aback but quickly regained my composure and told her I would happily die for her no matter the reason.

She took me to her bed again the night before and just held me, tears streaming down her cheeks from sadness. I told her not to weep for me. I was a slave and my sole purpose in life was to serve and that she would find another to love after I was no more. I told her I was happy to be able to do this thing for her which I knew would enrich her life.

She left me to lie in bed all day. Time passed and I looked at the clock and knew I had only hours. I got up and showered, making sure my pussy was completely shaven and smooth. I dried myself off and then sat at the dressing table. I brushed my long hair and put it in a bun. Then I carefully applied my make up to make myself look as beautiful as I could. At the end I made sure to put rouge on my nipples so they would stand out to those watching. When I finished I stared into the mirror looking at myself thinking of all that had led up to this day. Yes, I was frightened. No one really wants to die, but at least I was doing it for a reason, because my Mistress needed me to carry this for her.

Suddenly the clock struck 8 and I knew I was expected. I walked down the long staircase to the main floor then through a door that led to the basement. As I descended I could hear many people speaking. When my bare feet were seen making their way down a hush settled over the crowd.

I walked into the room saw the people sitting there and saw my Mistress standing in front of something tall and draped in a black cloth. She looked at me and then to the cloth and removed it. There I saw a self-impaling device. It had steps going up the side to a seat with the center cut out. Protruding from the seat six inches of a 7 foot metal pole waited for me.

I knew what to do. I looked at the audience and bowed low. I bowed to my Mistress, and then climbed the steps to the seat. There were place for me to step on to steady myself. I slowly lowered myself down making sure the point of the pole was seated correctly deep in my pussy. Took a deep breath, then as I pulled the lever to drop the seat to the floor I raised my head and opened my mouth wide hoping the pole would run through me and eventually come out of it. 

The seat dropped and all my weight was put onto the pole. Slowly I felt myself sinking lower on it, feeling the point inch its way into my womb the piercing that and shredding my intestines. I let my legs hang without moving them and I kept my arms close to my side.

I felt the point rupture my stomach and then rip a hole in my diaphragm which meant I could not really breathe any more. A gurgling noise passed my lips until finally the point pushed into my heart. I shuddered once and I was dead, but still descending the pole. 

 I did not hear the cheers and applause for my Mistress from the audience or see the pole perfectly exit my mouth to make it a classic impalement, nor did I see the tear descending my Mistress’ cheek. But I some how knew i would be there.