Emily met up with her boyfriend Bill in a bar. He promised to give her something different this evening, an experience Emily had never had before. So, later that evening, the two of them went back to Bill's flat.
"I want you to lay on the bed, blindfolded, to receive what I will give you. Do you trust me?" Bill asked. Emily replied to the positive, and removed her clothes to prepare. She lay down on the bed. Bill blindfolded her as they had agreed. He took her arms above her head, and tied them to the bedhead. He then tied her feet to the end of the bed.
"Is this the surprise?" Emily asked. "Not yet," replied Bill. She heard him leave the room. After a couple of minutes she heard his footsteps again, slower and more laboured than before, and with him panting for breath with every step.
"This is your surprise," he said. Emily felt something cold on her. She heard a hissing, and knew that this thing on her was a snake. It slowly slid over her naked body. It was big. She guessed that the part on her was almost 10 inches across at its thickest, and there was a good five feet on her, with no signs of stopping.
Bill picked up the snake's body and placed it over her vagina. It was heavy, pushing down between her legs as it slowly slid up her body. She had had a fear of snakes since she was a child, but the excitement had kept this from her. Feeling it where she was most sensitive brought the fear back.
"I'm not sure I want to do this," Emily said. "You said you wanted a surprise," Bill replied, "Anyway, trust me, you will enjoy this. Besides, a little fear never hurt anyone."
Emily could not get the fear out of her head, as the snake lay on her, still, hissing gently. Gradually, the snake resumed its slow, sensuous journey up her soft skin. She wanted to lift it off, to remove her terror, but her hands were secured.
As the snake slowly slid over her, she began to realise that it meant her no harm, and her fear began to lessen. As it did so, arousal began to take its place. Meanwhile the snake continued to slide around her. She felt the head push under her neck, and up the other side, the thick, smooth body following it. The head came round, and over her naked breasts. As she imagined the head over her, she realised that her nipples were erect, and that arousal had completely taken over from fear.
Slowly, the snake's head worked its way round and down her body, its strong coils following. For the first time Emily realised the size and strength of the snake. It held her in its embrace of coils. However, this was not an embrace of fear, but a lover's embrace, tender yet strong, cold yet gentle. Her greatest fear was becoming her greatest lover.
After what seemed like an hour the snake finished coiling round her. Coils were round her from her head to her toes, each one rippling with the snake's muscles. Emily wondered why she could feel the muscles move although the snake was still. Suddenly she realised. The snake may be staying in the same place, but it was getting tighter around her.
She had seen snakes constricting animals on television, and to have this immensely powerful creature round her, using its strength on her, as she lay tied and blind, helpless to stop it gave her a strange feeling. She was afraid of its strength, easily able to kill her at its desire, but the fear only served to arouse her more. She wanted to feel the snake grow tighter, wanted to feel it killing her, forcing the breath out of her. Her fear of the snake killing her began to turn into a desire to die in the snake's coils.
The snake seemed only happy to comply with her wishes. She felt it getting tighter. She could hear Bill's heavy breathing and imagined his erection. Suddenly the pleasure of sex seemed like nothing compared to the pleasure this snake could bring her through fear. With Bill's breathing there was another, more laboured breath. For a moment she thought that there was someone else in the room, until she realised that it was the sound of herself, struggling to breathe in the coils.
Now there was a new sensation, to add to her fear and arousal, that of pain. She had never before understood how people had gained pleasure from pain, but this pain was different. It was softer, but firmer, and as this pain increased she would get closer to death. Emily had always feared death, but this time it was different.
With the pain, and the knowledge that she could die at the end of this, she felt herself becoming aroused, and could feel her excitement in what seemed to be a different body, under the coils of the snake. Pain and pleasure had combined into one powerful emotion, sweeping through her body, making her convulse with its intensity.
Emily lay still, in the hold of the great serpent. "Thank you, Bill," she whispered.