(continuation of my breast fantasy) Leaning forward and firmly clicking the handcuffs over my left wrist, I knew that after I put my hands behind my back and clasp them onto the other wrist my fate would be sealed. Slowly, I brought my arms back and placed my other hand in the unlocked cuff. Hesitating, I began pondering the gravity of this final decision. Had my mad obsession for this animal really driven me this far, or was it just maddness? Could I make a more rational decision if I had more time? As I tried to think about these things, the full euphoric intoxication of the drug overcame me and caused me to fall backwards in an uncontrollable stupor. When the upper half of my ardently throbbing body suddenly met the chilly unyielding slab with a deep thud, I heard the distinctive ratcheting sound of the handcuffs. I tried to move my hands from underneath me, but to no avail. The jaws of the remaining cuff had locked securely onto my other wrist as the weight of my lithe body came down upon it. It was done. The final decision had been involuntary, but nonetheless it has definitely been made and now I will have to pay the supreme price to realize my notion of the ultimate in sexual gratification. As my trussed up young body helplessly laid there with my two well fattened breasts jutting out in all of their honey basted splendor, I cryed out for Sam to come and get his dinner. After what seemed like an eternity, my carnivorous companion made his appearance and cautiously paced around the plate I so deliciously occupied. He had a curious and bewildered look on his rugged face as he began to circle closer to me. He suddenly turned to pace in the opposite direction and accidentally knocked over one of the empty honey jars with his long stiff tail. The glass container broke into six or seven large pieces, with a big broken section of the jar's base sliding down the slab and stopping when it hit my right elbow. The fragment came to rest with it's sharp jagged edge pointing up just inches away from my right breast. The noise of the breaking glass temporarily startled Sam, but now that he saw there was no imminent danger he came and stood directly over me and stared intently into my eyes. It was at that moment, when I knew he sensed my total and willing surrender to his predatory instincts. For the first time in his life he looked at me as his prey and not as his playful companion. As his hungry eyes began to examine his helpless victim, I noticed his mouth beginning to water. Seeing him like this for the first time, I was consumed with trembling fear and unbridled lust simultaneously. In my inebriated state, my glazed eyes gaped at his massive belly and imagined how much it would swell, as it became bloated with my very succulent and easily digestable flesh, packed tightly inside of it's warm inviting confines. As I became more enamored with idea of filling the emptiness that was reserved for me, I arched my back and thrust my two tastiest offerings under his drooling mouth to entice him to hasten the painful transition. Sam obliged me by giving my right breast a very firm nudge with his nose, as if he was inspecting the buldging mound for tenderness. As he continued to prod the delectably tasty morsel and watch it's plumpness quiver from side to side, he inadvertently caused it to flop over onto the jagged piece of glass that lay beside me. The sharp edge of the broken honey jar sliced deeply into the side of my soft creamy breast, leaving a painfully large gash that began to bleed profusely. Seeing this I knew that the sensuous aspect of my contrived fantasy would never be acted upon, because once the taste of my fresh warm blood tantalized Sam's palate, he would rend me piecemeal. As my pounding heart pumped the very essense of my being out of my punctured udder, I arched myself up and submissively offered the tasty dripping breastmeat to him one more time. When he slowly crouched down onto his haunches, I knew the feast was about to begin because that is the position he assumes just before he begins to feed. As I briefly shut my eyes, I felt the warmth of his breath just before his tongue began ardently lapping up my freely flowing juices as they spurted forth with every beat of my heart. I let my body slowly recline while Sam continued to drink the sweet warm elixer that gushed from within me. (continued)