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 ******************************************************* Author: Rubi du
Soleil Levant
Title: Awakenings
Part: 3 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 III by Rubi du Soleil Levant

   I truly had found the lover of my dreams.  I dismissed the servants,
giving each a paid six-month vacation and a hefty bonus for their silence.

   A large basement room that ran the entire length of the house became our
playroom.  You installed elaborate shackles and pulleys and chains and
ropes on the bed and on the walls, ceilings and floor.

   One night, I arrived in the room to find a noose hanging from a pulley
in the ceiling.  I grew wet at the mere sight of it and, knowing that You
were arriving within moments and intending to surprise You, I quickly
pulled a chair beneath the noose, looped the rope around my neck and kicked
the chair far across the room.  Instantly, I regretted my actions, as panic
set in.  The door behind me, I tried to scream for You, but the only sound
that would escape my lips was a coarse, raspy hiss.  My eyes widened in
genuine terror and I clawed at the rope around my neck, my legs scissoring,
my body spinning in circles, certain that I had just made a terrible,
terrible mistake.  At the same time, I realized that I was dripping wet, my
cunt throbbing as I struggled to save myself, and I was torn between
reaching down to stroke myself and the panic of my fight to live.  I looked
at the door, which was slightly ajar, and the dark hallway beyond,
terrified that You had not yet followed me into the room.  Where were You?!
You'd been moments behind me in the hallway and yet WHERE WERE YOU?!  Had
You turned back for some forgotten item?  Had You returned upstairs to use
the bathroom?  I attempted to grab the rope above me with both hands and to
pull myself up to release the pressure on my throat, but it was no use.  I
spread my arms wide, desperately clawing at the air, my legs stretched
outward as well, trying to find something, anything to grab onto.  I felt
wetness dripping down my thigh and finally thrust a hand between my legs,
caressing myself, my body sending my brain messages of such intense ecstasy
that I was unable to resist despite my impending death.  I once again
clawed at the rope with my other hand although I knew the efforts of this
hand were futile.

   My legs moved in a running motion for several minutes, then I quickly
brought my knees up to chest level several times in an attempt to jump up
and release some of the pressure of the rope around my throat.  My efforts
were useless and only resulted in the noose becoming tighter and my legs
becoming tired.  I was in a complete panic now.  I tried to stretch my legs
down, desperate to get just one toe to touch the floor and stretched
downward with all my strength.  These efforts too were futile and I again
began running in mid-air, my body spinning and my legs kicking slowly. 
After several minutes of this dance with Death, my chest heaved in one last
effort for air, my body bucked, my eyes widened, and my back arched, my
toes nearly touching the back of my head.  My body tightly arched, it gave
a series of spasms, bucking violently at the end of the rope.  I knew that
it was in its final death throes, one last race to save itself, and my only
regret was that You would arrive too late to experience my death.  My body
remained in this tight, nearly bone-breaking arch for several seconds until
finally my limbs jerked once, twice, three times, my strained body
simultaneously experiencing its last physical struggles for life and its
final orgasm.

   After this final release, my body went limp and dangled, spinning and
swinging slowly, the only signs of life my open, still-seeing eyes and my
tongue slowly beginning to protrude from between my swollen blue-tinted
lips.  My mouth opened and closed ever so slightly, like that of a fish out
of water.  Small, strange, rasping sounds escaped my throat as my last
moments sped toward me, and zig zags of light raced across my vision.  My
right hand quivered, my fingers still buried between my legs, and I felt
the spreading wetness there with a surreal sense of wonder that my orgasmic
fluids were somehow symbolic of the very life force leaking from my body. I
heard the door creak as my eyes began to roll back in my head, and through
a red haze, I saw You feverishly masturbating in the doorway, both hands
pumping Your cock while You leaned against the doorjamb.  You had been
behind me in the hallway, but You had seen me move the chair and climb up
on it; You'd seen me place the noose around my neck and kick the chair
away, and You had held back, pushing the door slightly ajar, and had
watched me die from the doorway, nursed a hard-on and watched me die.  Our
eyes met as You climaxed and my final thoughts were to wonder if You had an
obsession with me or with my death.  I vaguely wondered if I would
eventually die at Your hands, and the thought crossed my mind that if that
were the case, I would gladly do it.

   ***************************************************** Thank you for
reading my story.  Feel free to e-mail me at
rubi.du.soleil.levant@gmail.com and let me know what you thought of it. 
Since publishing these stories on ASSTR, I have published Awakenings as a
book and have removed the remaining 8 chapters from ASSTR.
   Merci, Rubi *****************************************************