Head over Heels

You know, I have no idea where the story this one’s based on came from.  I don’t even know if I’m the one that wrote it or not, but it’s loosely based on that original tale.  And, yes, it’s first person @MagicalFirefly Carlie

2027

So here I was, out with this cute guy for Valentine’s Day.  We were just working on the main course when he came up with the idea of trying to top each other’s stories.

He thought he had me beat when he said he’d appeared on America’s Got Talent.  Of course, he had to clarify that he was in an audience shot, not actually up on stage, but he thought he had me, but I had something on him. “You know, I’ve been dismembered before.”

That stopped him mid-bite. “You what?”

I shrugged. “I’ve been sawn in half, beheaded, dismembered, all that fun stuff before.”

He couldn’t help me. His eyes ran up and down my body, trying to drink in the idea that I’ve been in pieces before. “What?  How?”

I smiled, trying to be all nonchalant. “Guy I was dating was a magician.”

His eyebrows raised. My plan to bait him had worked. “Please. Tell me more.”

I sighed and leaned forward. “It all happened exactly 5 years ago….

2022

I was dating a guy named Carl.  Had a big crush on him for a long time, he was so cute, so effortlessly charming. We’d gone out a few times when he finally invited me over to his place.  Here I thought that we were going to be spending the night together or something, but he told me he had something else in mind.

When I got to his place, I noticed a few of his decorations weren’t standard.  I was expecting a few guy things, but he had, instead, old marquis posters of famous magicians as well as models of famous illusions.  I had to look at the miniature of his sawing-a-woman-in-half illusion and he watched me as I kept looking over his stuff. “I take it you’re into magic, Carlie?”

I turned to him, my interest apparently showing in my eyes.  He performed a trick for me, making something appear out of nowhere. I wondered where he got the ball from since I hadn’t seen where he’d put it, but he made it disappear again before I could ask. “What else can you do?”

Carl just smiled at me. “I can do a lot of things to you, as well.  You were interested in the sawing in half?”

I confirmed that I was and told him that it was the first real magic trick I’d ever been interested in. He invited me to sit, where I did, before he told me the secret. “I do know a few things about magic, as you might have guessed.  What if I told you I really could saw you in half?  Not only that, but that you might even like it?”

It felt like someone had dumped water on me.  I couldn’t decide if I was more nervous or excited about the possibility.  I mean, being in two pieces?  It would be different, that’s for sure, but how would I be able to take care of things?

I nodded, then smiled and nodded again. “Yes please.”

He had me tie my shirt up, then lay down on his coffee table.  From somewhere he produced a handsaw and I gulped.  I remember that distinctly because the idea was both exhilarating and terrifying as well.  I mean, what if it didn’t work?  What if I ended up a corpse in two parts?

He told me to remain calm as he placed the blade on my waist.  I could actually feel the teeth of that saw on me, prickling me.  It sent a shiver down my spine to realize what I’d just asked him to do before he drew the saw back.

I won’t lie.  That first dig hurt like hell.  I had to hide the scream as the pain burned through me, but I realized I couldn’t feel any blood or anything.  He pulled the saw back towards him and it hurt too, but not quite as much.

The third slice didn’t hurt, but I knew something else was happening.  I could feel the saw in me.  I could feel the blade inside my body.  The fourth slice and I felt something else.  It felt good, like a warm towel on a beach.

I mean, I knew I should be screaming, bleeding and everything.  I knew my insides should be pulled out of me and onto his living room rug. But there was no blood.  My insides stayed where they were and these good feelings just kept getting better.

It was ridiculous. Here he was, sawing my body in half, and I was feeling so good by the time he was about ¾ through me that I was moaning in pleasure.  I couldn’t wait for the next part as he began sawing through my spine.

Now I’d never had an orgasm before.  Sure, I’d made love a few times, but never to orgasm.  But him sawing through my spine I definitely felt it.  It rocked through my body, head to toe, full on.

A moment later and he’d finished sawing me completely in half.  I lay there, just relishing the feelings.  I knew I was in half, but I could still feel my toes, still feel them spreading and clenching.  I kicked, experimentally and, yes, I could still do that.

Carl pulled me apart and sat my top half up.  I watched, amazed at how good I still felt being in halves. “What else can you do?”

Carl didn’t hesitate. He pulled my hair up and then placed the saw at the base of my neck.  The sensations were even more incredible as he cut my head clean off. He caught it and placed it back on the couch and I sat there, watching my dismembered body as I could keep moving it. Carl did admit something then, he had a serious foot fetish.  I just grinned and invited him to do what he wanted.

Yes, he cut off my feet, placing them beside my head before stroking them softly and making me giggle. As he realized that, he went to town on my feet, tickling them mercilessly until my head bobbed off to the side.  It landed on one of my feet, the angle all weird. “Well, Carlie, it looks like you’re head over heels for me.”

I just had to laugh as we continued to find out what else could be done to me…

2027

“Anyway, we broke up soon after that night.”

He looked at me, amazed. “And you’ve never been in pieces since then?”

I had to smile. “I didn’t say that.”

I could tell, he had a million questions for me.  And I settled in, telling him about my other adventures.  So, I guess I had a happy Valentine’s Day after all.