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From: Kim Cooper <kimcoops18@googlemail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} *Auto*
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Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 02:10:02 -0400
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I wrote a story and posted on the Breathless Community which then
disappeared. I put a note say I could write other versions if people wanted.
I got a request, so did so, with their suggestions. This is the original:

This story has a lot of reality in it. My fantasies acted out. If you would
like to send me ideas I can write new ones for you (to kimcoops18@gmail.com
)...

*Auto*
**

"Autoerotic asphyxia" she said.

 I turned towards her and looked at her directly for the first time.
Slightly dark skin, long black hair and very attractive. I had seen her sit
down on the stool just along the bar a couple of minutes after I had ordered
my beer but given I was waiting for a colleague I hadn't taken much more
notice than you normally would when a pretty girl comes into the room for
the first time.

"Pardon?" I replied, despite having clearly heard her.

 She sipped at her drink and then turned towards me. "Autoerotic asphyxia,
that's what caused the little red blotches under the skin on your face.
There are some marks on your neck as well. I see it all the time in A&E but
nobody owns up, it's always something else that caused them. You aiming to
be the next Hutchence or Carradine?"

 I had already used one `pardon' to create a little thinking space but what
do you say in such circumstances. I might have masturbated a short while ago
in my room and I might have tightened a belt around my neck to give me a
high and I might have been a little on the vigorous side but it is not the
thing you own up to to a stranger in hotel bar, is it? I was just going to
use "what do you mean?" to give me some more time when my colleague arrived,
solving the problem.

 I got up to leave but as I walked past she said "Be careful". I stopped for
a second, looked at her, and then left.

Overnight I thought about the incident. She had mentioned A&E, so was she a
nurse? Did she really know what she was talking about or was it a guess? She
had been completely right but why had she talk to me about it? I was still
thinking about it the next morning when I got into the lift and she was
there.

 I did the thing that you do in lifts, stand there and look forward, but
then she spoke. She simply asked if I was going to breakfast and could she
join me and, hesitantly, I agreed.

 Over scrambled egg and bacon she explained that she was not a nurse but a
Consultant in A&E, that she worked at a number of hospitals in London and
that she had been writing a book on self caused injuries or injuries
inflicted with permission, particularly those with a sexual connotation. She
was in town for a conference and had noticed me in the bar just after she
had spent a little time updating the advice on how to spot those that played
dangerous asphyxiation games. She had decided to talk to me simply because I
was showing some of the symptoms she had been writing about. She didn't even
seem to think it was necessary to ask me if I was actually involved in these
games and I didn't argue.

As breakfast finished she asked me if I was willing to talk further "just
for my research". I saw no reason why not so I gave her my card and said
that she could call me on my mobile in the evening any day next week.

 I'd like to say I forgot about it but every time the phone went I jumped up
and looked at the number, although actually I didn't know her one, or even
her name. By the Wednesday I had given up, so was surprised when `Alice from
the hotel' spoke to me late on Thursday. After a very short call we arranged
to meet a week later at a bar near Guys Hospital, just behind London Bridge
Station.

 As I walked through the bar door I was still not sure what I was going to
say, what I was going to own up to and even what I was actually doing there.
However, Alice was very matter of fact and I was soon talking and she was
soon taking notes (after an assurance that we were in a Doctor Patient
relationship so she would be keeping everything confidential). We sat in a
quiet corner where we could not be overheard,

"When did you first start playing asphyxia games?", "When I was 14", "What
did you do?", "What is now called bagging, using a clear plastic bag" "Did
you masturbate?", "Yes", "What were your fantasies at that time?" "Bondage
and ropes", "Hanging?", "Yes, tied up and hanged" and so on for about two
hours. I hadn't ever told anybody most of it and definitely not all of it to
one person. Throughout it was all very professional. She got me to open up,
kept me talking and recorded a journey from a clear plastic bag to heavy
duty bondage, fetishes and hanging. When we were finished I got a repeat of
the assurance that this was just for research and that my name would never
appear, even in a scientific paper or book, agreed that she could call again
for `clarification', shook hands and left, really expecting that was the end
of it.

About three weeks later she phoned, saying that she had written up the
conversation and as it had been so useful thought that she should both show
it to me and buy me dinner for being so open. This time we met at a nice
little restaurant in central London. As soon as we sat at our table she
passed me a document a few pages long, tell me to read it. It was about the
"subject", clearly me, and built up a picture of my "activities", together
with a commentary, including a finishing paragraph stating that in all
likelihood the continuation of those activities would result in a fatal
mistake.

"Fair?" Alice asked. I nodded, "Very, even the comments at the end. But then
that is part of the thrill, the risk". I asked her what we would do with it;
she told me that it would go into her book and that it was now half
finished. She then asked me to order and seemed to relax, telling me stories
of the sorts of patients that `presented' to A&E, some with objects of
various sizes inserted in one or many orifices (mainly up the back passage
but including a leather thong inserted up the penis and self knotted inside
the bladder nearly a week before). She seemed to enjoy telling the stories
and I wondered who she would tell about me. The meal was good, she had
become more attractive the more relaxed she had become and I started really
enjoying her company but when we reached the stage of asking for the bill I
expected that would be the end of it.

Alice paid, asked for a receipt and the waiter bought her coat. As we
reached the door she turned and said "I know that I am going too far this
time in what I ask but whilst the chapter will be a major part of the book,
it is still a bit dry. Could you show me what you do? I see the results but
never the actions that cause them and to be honest, it fascinates me. I
would just be a spectator, taking notes". I told her that I wasn't sure and
that it would be difficult at my house but she explained that she had been
thinking about using her offices. "If anything goes wrong I will have the
facilities available for recovery. Just tell me what you will need". "Something
to hang from to start with and something to run the rope through near the
floor, let me show you", taking the envelope with the document from her and
sketching out a quick diagram. "Where and when?" I asked.

Her office was not in one of the hospitals but in what had once been a
rather expensive Victorian house near St Thomas's. I had loaded two bags
full of every piece of equipment and clothing I had collected over the last
few years and took them in before parking the car. I had been to the ship's
chandler to buy a new rope and washed the rather smelly pieces. I also
bought the stool I use for self hanging (short legged but high enough for
good clearance above the floor). Alice showed me into her main office and
asked me to sit down. She was back into Doctor/Scientist mode and asked me
do everything as normal, explaining what I was doing as I went along. She
then asked if she could film me, which saved me setting up my camera. She
then showed me to the next door office where the furniture had been pulled
back or removed and two rings screwed in, one in the ceiling and one
slightly offset in the floor, just as in my diagram.

I decided to give her the full show and emptied the bags, laying out
everything so she could film it all. I started by pulling on a close fitting
pvc hood and then told her she could begin shooting (I was still worried
where the end results would end up and didn't want my face filmed). I tied a
noose with a fair number of twists in the knot and an extra knot to stop
over tightening and ensuring I could undo it. Using her office steps I
reached up and threaded the rope through the top ring and then ran it down
to the floor one. I adjusted the height of the noose so it was at the right
level, finally creating a loose knot to hold the end of the rope at waist
level once I was on the stool.

Whilst I was doing this Alice simply stood and watched, leaving the camera
to run unattended. I carried on, stripping fully, followed by pulling on my
full pvc one piece suit and a well worn in patent posture collar. I decided
to go fully kinky and chose the very long thigh boots, complete with high
heels. I undid the zipper, pulled out my already half erect penis and put a
cock strap and ring in place. I also decided at the last second on a butt
plug, probably an error given that it didn't slide in easily even when well
greased. I finished by putting on a red pvc trenchcoat, with hood, shackling
my ankles together and placing one handcuff on, leaving the other open.

I looked toward the camera and said "Ready. I am going to hang myself". I
took the noose, slipped it over my head and tightened it around my neck
until the extra knot would not let it go any further. I held the spare end
of the rope running back up from the floor in my hand and stepped up on to
the stool, immediately pulling it tight. I eased it tighter, and then stood
on my tip toes to take out more slack. The noose was tight around neck and
was slightly choking me. I could feel a full erection pressing on the coat,
but that would have to wait, and I was gripping tight on the plug. I pulled
the rope across until I could reach the tight one coming down from the
ceiling and behind my back gripped both in my free hand, keeping them both
tight. A quick click later and I was handcuffed, hands behind my back. I
gripped the rope with the second hand and looked directly at Alice. I
focused on her face, took a deep breath and stepped down.

The rope immediately cut off my air and I started to get my normal high as
the oxygen stopped reaching my brain. I kept my eyes open and looked at her
whilst I hanged there, not moving or kicking, gripping as tight as I could
to stop myself dropping. Sometimes the rope is just painful so I let go,
sometimes it is painful but comfortable at the same time; this was one of
those, it simply felt good. I was determined not to let go until I had to
but my grip started weakening, so I let go. The system worked as it always
has, ropes slipping through the rings and allowing me to drop to the floor.

I wobbled slightly on landing and Alice stepped forward but I said "No, not
finished". The keys had been placed on a chair and I reached for the one to
the handcuffs, unlocked them and took them off. I left the rope around my
neck, picked up the loose end again and stepped back up. She had wanted to
see everything so I was going to do anything. Same process as before, grab
the two ropes but this time to one side and with one hand. With the other,
open the coat and wank away. Never done that in public before but there's a
first time for everything...

The leather strapped around the cock stopped slipping up and down as it
fully expanded and then I started coming. I stepped down, the rope clamped
around my neck again and I came, kicking in space and spurting at the same. I
would have yelled out but the rope stopped that. The spurting kept on and my
cock kept fully erect as I carried on working it, then I had to let go and
dropped to the floor. This time I swayed and held on to the back of the
chair to steady myself but Alice did not come forward.

I had cleaned up the cum and had started to undo the cock strap when she
spoke for the first time. "Thank you for that" was all she said but not in
the way it looks on paper, it had more feeling in it. She then asked me
about everything else I had laid out. The sensory deprivation hood ("puts me
totally in the dark and is great when the laces and the straps are pulled
really tight"), gags, straps of various kinds and a set of arm restraints
("I've never used them because I need somebody to fit them and my last girl
friend refused"). She also asked me where I got everything, including what I
was wearing ("most of it you can get on e-Bay, the suits are called zentai
by the Chinese"). She finished by asking me what my ultimate fantasy would
be ("hanged wearing the hood and the arm straps being sucked off by a
beautiful woman as I hang there in the dark").

By this time the plug was uncomfortable so I went into the toilet and
removed it before taking off all my gear. I washed and dressed, packing away
everything. As I was getting ready to leave, Alice suggested that we had a
drink at the nearby pub before I collected my car and I immediately
accepted. Once we were there she started talking about my feelings `whilst I
was going through the process' and she seemed to think that she could take
measurements next time. I hadn't realised there would be a next time but was
happy to consider one. After a couple of drinks she suggested that I leave
my bags at her office and that I came back in a week's time. I agreed.

Five days later I got a message on my mobile phone saying that she was
waiting for something to be delivered so she needed to put me off for
another week. I was slightly inclined to go over and get my stuff back but
decided that it was probably for the better, given that I do not normally do
a hanging more often than once every six weeks or two months (I'm quite
heavy and to start with there is a lot of strain on my neck each time so I
need recovery time). I was also a little interested in what needed to be
delivered that would stop what we had planned.

It was actually ten days later when I pushed the entry phone button at
Alice's office building. "Please come in and wait in my office, I'll be with
you in a few minutes".  I sat at her desk with my back to the door. When it
opened I turned and was immediately completely shocked. In the doorway was
Alice, or at least I assumed it was, dressed in a black zentai suit, with
her black hair high in a ponytail and wearing patent knee boots. "I want to
see what happens when somebody fulfils a long term fantasy. You are going to
hang." and then in a firm voice "Now, come with me". I stood and followed.

The rope and noose was already in place with the stool under it. I was told
to undress then put on my suit, collar and boots. I quickly did so. Whilst I
was doing so Alice left the room, coming back when I was ready. She then
ushered me over to a chair and put my hands on the back and pushed on my
neck to make me lean forward. She undid the zipper and placed the tip of the
butt plug in place and pushed it hard, although it took another push before
it slipped satisfyingly in. She turned me and stroked my cock, making sure
it was fully erect and then put on the cock strap, tightening each little
strap fully, including the one around my balls. "You will hang until you
lose your erection" she said in slightly odd voice. I knew that with the
strap on even when I have come my erection takes time to fade; she would
know that so she really meant to hang me for a long time.

She passed me my coat and helped me button it up. Then I was turned, the
hood of the coat was put up and the shoulder straps of the arm restraint
pulled up my arms. Once they were in place over my shoulders she pulled my
hands together and strapped them together. I have always known that this was
the point of no return, once my hands we out of use there was no way back
and started getting a little frightened, there would be no letting go to
make it stop this time. The two sets of straps above the elbow and the one
below we pulled as tight as they would go, pulling my arms hard back,
immovable. Finally the hood on my coat was taken down so I lay across the
top strap.

Alice ushered me to the noose and said "Kneel", pointing at the stool. I
knelt on it, with my head down. I was left for a few seconds before I felt
the collar being taken off and the suit head zipper undone, followed by
cotton wool or something similar being pushed into my ears. She zipped me
back up and put the collar back in place, one hole tighter this time. I was
told to open my mouth and a ball gag was pushed in and tied in place. I was
left again, this time for a little longer.

After a couple of minutes, my head was pushed back and I could see her. She
had put on a black shiny cape with the hood up and was holding my sensory
deprivation hood. She looked me in the eye and said "I am your
executioner. "You
will now hang", pulling the hood over my head. The laces were pulled very
tight and the three straps around my eyes and ears, my neck and my jaw were
tightened as far as they would go. I was frightened for real now but was
also relaxed, it was going to happen so enjoy it.

I felt the noose being slipped over my head and tightened. The did not seem
to be an extra knot to stop it tightening but maybe it had not yet been
reached. I was left kneeling for what seemed an age, in the dark and
listening to my heart and nothing else. Then the rope was pulled tight and I
had to stand. It became tight again and my boot was placed on what must have
been the stool. I stepped fully up, wobbled slightly and then the rope
around my neck held me in place. Gently it was pulled tighter until I was
half on my toes. My heels touched the stool but not supporting me much.

My heels were pushed together and using a figure of eight my feet and ankles
we secured by a belt, then strap were placed above and below my knees. I
couldn't see or hear anything and I couldn't move anything. Despite the
noose, the gag and the hood I could just about breathe but only just about.
Again I was left, for how long I don't know. I was still very hard and
thought I might even come just standing there.

The first new thing I felt was hands stroking me, all over. Down my front
and my back, then my boots to the stool. The stool moved slightly and I
though "It's now" but the hand slipped back up my boots, then my thighs and
on to my cock. It was stroked gently at first, then firmly and then held.  I
felt teeth gently nibbling the bulbous helmet then moving down until I was
deep inside her mouth. She sucked and nibbled at the same time and all I
could feel was my cock. I pushed forward wanting more, wanting to come and
suddenly the rope clamped around my neck like a steel band and I was
hanging. I still wanted to come but something held it back, I was jerking on
the rope but my cock was still in her mouth. There was no pain, none, but I
wanted to scream. Then whatever was pressing tight on the base of my cock
was released and I came, deep into her throat. She bit me, not hard but with
little sharp teeth and I came again. Then I was hanging and the cloud was
removed.

I couldn't breathe and it hurt, it hurt badly. I started to panic and wanted
to let go and drop but I couldn't, she was hanging me. Then the colours
started red first, then a darker red and finally it started going black. I
twitched and twitched again and it started to fade. I knew I was hanging and
she was my executioner, I was going to die and finally even those thoughts
faded and a white light came and then went.

A greyish light appeared and then I realised that the headache also meant I
was alive and the thoughts meant my brain was functioning, There was something
over my mouth which I realised was an oxygen mask and I took in some large
breaths; my head cleared quickly and then I realised that there we two
people. I was still confused, there appeared to be an Alice in a Doctor's
white coat and another Alice dressed in the shiny clothes and boots. They
took off the mask to offer me some water; I took a sip and then. looking at
the still dressed version said "Alice?" "Not far off, Aleysha" was the
reply.

She (Aleysha, that is) undid the hood section of the suit she was wearing,
pulled it forward and shook out her long hair. She was dark skinned, looked
slightly odd because the suit clearly had thick seems that had created some
furrows on her face where the hood had been tight fitting but was clearly
very pretty. Alice, the real one said "Aleysha had fantasies about hanging
as well. She tried hanging herself and got it very wrong and ended up in
Casualty just down the road. She was very lucky to be alive and had damaged
her voice box. When she could talk again she told me that she had put a
noose around her neck, stood on a box and handcuffed herself. She had
intended to undo the handcuffs but had dropped the key whilst she was trying
to, making her stand there for some hours before she lost concentration and
slipped. She dropped enough to reach the floor but she had to stand on her
toes. The noose gradually tightened until was nearly strangled but in doing
so she was able to stand better. She was just about to finally pass out when
friends arrived and released her. They still think it was a suicide
attempt", followed by "I think we had better get you out of that lot before
we go on".

I was released, helped to take the suit off and shown a shower at the back
of the offices. As I came out of the shower I noticed myself in a mirror,
blotches but not too many, seem marks still from my hood but a large bruise
on one side of my neck that would take days to go. I towelled myself off and
got dressed, walking back into the room to find the two women tidying up.
Aleysha still had her suit on and Alice said that she would explain further
whist she showered and changed.

"Sorry for the deception but I was sure that you would still go ahead and
Aleysha had it as part of her fantasy that she would hang a stranger. That
it turned out it was you was a bonus". "What do you mean?" I asked. "You
write stories using the name `Rick' or `Rich Cooper' or sometimes `Kim
Cooper'?" I nodded. "Your diagram was on the envelope that not only had the
notes from my meeting with you but also the ones from my meeting with
Aleysha. She saw it and said that she had seen it before on a thing called
the Breathless Community. She described your fantasy and said what you would
dress in. She also told me how to find your stories, all of which I have now
read, or at least all the ones I could find".

Aleysha returned, looking more than pretty, sexy as well. I noticed she had
the shiny boots on but below a simple grey dress, very much to my taste. Her
hair was nearly as long as Alice's, complimenting her dark skin
superbly."It was your fault, it was your stories that fed my
fantasies. But I really
enjoyed them and would have got there without them" she said.

This time I took my gear to my car and then joined the two at the pub. Alice
set about trying the `you know the risks and you should stop' lecture.
Aleysha and I both, of course, agreed but neither was thinking that it was
very likely. Aleysha then said "You know it turns her on anyhow. She doesn't
like to do it, just to watch. Ask her what she does will the films. She
watches them over and over" and then smiling and looking at her "I don't
know what else she does". Alice coloured and sort of spluttered "It is for
research" and we both laughed.

At this point her mobile phone went and Alice left the pub to take the call.
She came back in and told us she had to go "ironically because a couple of
gay guys have gone a bit too far with some sex toys". Aleysha and I stayed
to finish our drinks but were soon talking about our experiences; Aleysha
wanted to know about my stories, where I got the ideas from and how much was
reality and how much was fantasy ("most of them!"). She told me she had
found the stories by putting `hanging noose story' into Google Groups and
had found lots, including my ones; she had liked them particularly so she
added `Rick' and found others, all of which she had read more than once. She
had also seen my picture story in the Breathless Community before the site
was moved yet again, the one with me hanging in my red coat and long boots.
I asked her if she had downloaded it because my pc of the time had been
stolen and I couldn't find it anywhere else. She had and if I gave her a
lift home she could give me a copy on a USB stick.

Her flat was only fifteen minutes away, converted from the ground floor of a
large Victorian house. She had a very new looking lap top and copied the
file in a couple of minutes, giving me the stick. I thanked her and gave her
a kiss on the cheek, an hour later she was snuggled up against my shoulder
in her bed after the best sex I had ever had. Absolutely straight sex, no
kinky stuff and not even kinky thoughts, simple amazing sex. I was
fascinated by her dark skin, smooth and, well, healthy looking, not like my
pale blotchy version, but even more I was mesmerised by her ability to use
her body to cause me pleasure.

Our relationship developed very quickly and within three weeks I could have
moved out of my place as I spent so much time at Aleysha's (I did a few
weeks later, if you would like to rent somewhere with a few convenient eye
bolts in place let me know). When I look back now something had changed, I
had tried the ultimate and had the experience stored away for reference if
needs be but didn't need to do the 'full monty' every time. Yes we played
bondage games regularly, did a lot of dressing up and about once a month she
got the noose out, but not always for me. I hanged her for the first time
after the third time she hanged me; she had kept me up until I had started
going dizzy then let me down before I had come. When I fully came round she
had taken the noose from round my neck and slipped it around her own, using
my handcuffs as well. "Hang me and fuck me" she said. She was completely
naked, standing there looking beautiful, with the the rope still slack. I
stood and began to pull it tight; all she did was look at me and smile.

Once it was tight I tied it off to a radiator and worked out how I was going
to do it. I collected her highest heeled boots, the ones with the platforms,
a slipped them on to her, taking out the extra slack from the rope. This
brought her cunt to a couple of inches lower than my cock. I moved round
behind her, reached round so one hand was between her legs and gently
stroked her clit. With the other hand I took hold of the rope and gradually
pulled the down rope so she was eased onto her toes (well, the front of the
boot platforms, actually). The noose tightened a little and I could see it
cutting into her neck slightly. She sort of coughed and groaned at the same
time and I nearly took her up the arse there and then. However, I thought
bettter of it, let her down and moved round to the front. The noose was
still tight and she was breathing hard; I bent my knees, slipped myself in
and pushed hard, deep inside her. I took hold of the rope again and raised
her back on to her toes, thrusting as I did so. Her face began to colour and
she choked some more but was still able to utter "yes". I was ready to come
and was having trouble stopping myself. I kissed her on the mouth and pulled
harder on the rope. She left the floor and the rope cut off her air. Her
legs swung up behind me and gripped on to me. I could see her face darken,
she tried to breathe and I came deep inside her. She jerked on the rope and
I wasn't sure if she had come or it was just the hanging. I thrust as deep
as I could twice more and then felt her legs slip down and straighten. I
realised thatshe was losing conciousness so I took myself out and ley her
down but the noose remained tight and she still couldn't breathe. She
started to jerk and then slumped down so she was virtually hanging again. I
rushed to the rad and tried to undo the knot but with her weight on to the
other end it was difficult. I nearly panicked but managed to release her and
she dropped to the floor.

Even then I had to loosen the noose and that wasn't easy. Once it was done
it was probably only 20 seconds before she came round but it seemed like
hours and I was ready to phone Alice for a bit of emergency help. I realised
that she was still cuffed, so unlocked her and her hands went straight to
her throat, stroking where the rope had cut in. She coughed and swallowed
and then in a sort of scratchy voice said "I thought you would hang me and
then fuck me, not both at same time but fucking me seemed to block the pain.
It was tight, really tight but all I could feel was you in me until we came.
Then it was pure pain but I was fading and it started going again. I was
happy to die and then pain went again and it went dark, I hurts now and I am
really sore inside but I want to do it again some time".

 She took nearly a week before the marks around her neck were clear enough
for her not to have to wear something to cover them and nearly as long
before we could have sex but she seemed to think that that the gain was
worth the pain. Since then we have in all intents and purposes a normal
couple and 9 times out of 10 the sex is "normal" but on the 10th anything
goes (but carefully, no more difficult to undo nooses and knots). We have a
couple a games (board games, not sex ones!) and the winner takes all and
decides what is going to happen and when it will. I have been hanged and so
has she and I have taken her up the arse whilst she is hanging (I'm not so
keen to be honest) and she has bound me, hooded me and fucked me every hour for
over 12 hours. I suspect that once it wasn't her but Alice still denies she
ever takes part. Alice? She seems to turn up with her camera every time we
try something new and I was sure she was there at the time, even though I
couldn't see or here her. We have no problem with somebody watching and we
wouldn't be doing it (and really enjoying it) if she wasn't for her, so film
away, girl.
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