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 ******************************************************* Author: Rubi du
Soleil Levant
Title: Awakenings
Part: 1 of 11
Summary: Sophie finds the perfect lover, one willing to

   fulfill her fantasies of strangulation and hanging.  Keywords: MF,
asphyx, breath control
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   AWAKENINGS PART I by Rubi du Soleil Levant

   I like to be tied up, my legs spread as wide as they will bear, my
ankles bound firmly to the bedposts, my arms stretched wide above my head,
wrists tied tightly to the headboard.  I love to feel my body stretched
taut, helpless and bared to the world, the very epitome of vulnerability. I
love to feel a lover -(TM)s hands on my body, touching me in places not
normally touched.  Hands upon my small waist as he sits astride me, fingers
barely brushing my ribcage.  Lips upon my breasts and a tongue darting out
between them to tease my nipples.  My cunt, exposed and spread wide by the
mere position of my legs, fingers caressing my clitoris, sending waves of
pleasure tingling through my body while I lay bound, helpless to whatever
my lover has in store for me.

   More than I like to be tied up, I love to be strangled, to have the
breath squeezed from my body.  The sensation that courses through my body
when I am strangled is like none other.  As my throat is constricted, the
complete feeling of vulnerability it presents excites me and a tingling
sensation begins in my groin.  As I begin to realize that my life now lies
in the hands of another, I feel myself getting wet.  Pressure on my carotid
arteries causes tiny pinpoints of light to explode before my eyes.  As
hypoxia sets in, the small tingle in my pussy becomes more intense, and my
juices really begin to flow as my body begins its struggle for air, the my
body quivering and convulsing in its fight for life.  I hear the small,
strangled noises issuing forth from my throat, and this excites me even
more.

   Nothing gets me off quicker than a noose around my tender neck, pulled
tightly by a lover in the throes of ecstasy.  My back arches, my breasts
heave as my lungs fight for the oxygen they so desperately need, and my
body, spread almost to its limits, now attempts to bare itself open even
wider in its struggle to live.  Stars burst before my eyes as my brain
begins to lose its battle for consciousness, and my body jerks, moving in
tune with the thrusts of my lover -(TM)s cock as he pumps me.  Just prior
to losing consciousness, I shiver with a series of consecutive orgasms, and
my lover groans with pleasure as he rides my body into unconsciousness.

   I have had many lovers, choosing them based upon how far they would go.
Some outright refused my wishes, arguing that it is unladylike to bare
oneself so completely, to give up control of one's very life, to anyone,
lover or otherwise.  These men I dismissed, knowing full well that any
orgasm I might have with them would not be genuine.

   I believe my body was created for pleasure, and even more so, to give
pleasure to the bodies it so perfectly fits, those of men.  Some men
acquiesced, only to stop short of what I most desired, to balk at the
thought of pulling tight the silk noose I had pulled over my head.  These
men then watched as I deftly looped the silken rope over a peg on the
headboard and pulled it tight, beginning my dance with Death and moaning
lustfully as I reached climax.  My orgasm, in these situations, was always
less than if control of the noose were in the hands of a man, for I like to
feel as though I am at the mercy of another.

   I took several lovers but was always left wanting.  Then I met You.  You
were the lover of whom I had always dreamed.  You would bind me as tightly
as I desired, then spend hours teasing my body, bringing me to the very
brink of climax only to slow Your caresses and back me away from that edge.
Hours upon hours of this teasing foreplay, which sent me reeling, body and
mind, in the throes of pleasure, driving me wild with lust and causing
shudders to course through me each time You backed me away from the edge. I
had never felt such pleasure at the hands of any of my previous lovers, not
one of them could ever have pleased me the way You so deftly did.

   After several months of this teasing, sensual, on-the-edge sex, I
finally expressed my desire for noose play to You.  We dealt quickly with
the instant hard-on this suggestion caused, and You confessed that one of
Your greatest fantasies had always been to strangle a woman while You used
her body.  This is how we embarked upon a series of Lovemaking Sessions
that You later referred to as Awakenings.

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   Merci, Rubi *****************************************************