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The Day That I Would Hang (MF, anal, bond, rough-sex)
by Damien (anon3a9c@nyx.net)
*** WARNING ***
We wrote this story for the erotic enjoyment of open-minded adults who
might enjoy reading it. If you are under the age of 18, don't read this --
read some less explicit story.
This story contains extremely strong hardcore stuff, including graphic
depictions of sex and death. Don't read any further if this bothers you.
* * * WARNING! * * *
Don't try this at home. And if you _think_ you'd like to experiment with
asphyxia as a sex aid, at least read the alt.sex.bondage FAQ and Ol Sarge's
Breath Control FAQ first!!!
DO NOT, DO NOT try this kind of activity by yourself!! About 200 people DIE
in America each year doing this sort of thing -- people who had no idea of
how dangerous this activity is, and who had no intention of dying. People
who took very careful precautions, but died regardless. * * * WARNING! * *
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This story is copyright 1995 by Taxidermist (an332304@anon.penet.fi) and
Damien (anon3a9c@nyx10.cs.du.edu).
MF/Anal/Cons/Nooseplay
Note: Flames cheerfully ignored. Other stories about breath
control/asphyxia wanted.
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From Meg's Diary: The Day That I Would Hang
by Taxidermist and Damien
April 12
Dear Diary:
This weekend, my lover did something scary to me. Well, actually, he put me
in a situation where... I could've done something scary... and I wanted to.
Harvey was away overnight at the Insurance Convention. He brought the
convention up every chance he got all this week. He's sure all the other
agents will be impressed by his sales for this year; he always loves to
gloat.
I've mentioned before that he's a very nice, loving man, but _so_ vanilla.
I keep trying, but I just can't get him interested in any kind of "scene".
Luckily I have a lover to satisfy the desires that Harvey won't. Travis is
such a hunk, and he loves fucking my ass almost as much as I love for him
to do it.
Travis has been promising me something "really special" for a couple of
months now, and I've been dying to find out. I was really glad to see
Harvey off to his convention; as soon as he left, I gave Travis a call.
I was in luck. Travis was home, and told me to dress real nice and drive
right over. He said he'd fix me a snack and then give me that "really
special" something I've been anticipating.
I dressed carefully, choosing clothes I knew would please him. Push-up bra
to make my trim breasts stand out. Frilly panties with a convenient hole.
Pink see-through blouse, _very_ short skirt. It's cool and drizzly out, so
I can cover all this up with a raincoat as I drive over. Makeup: . a hint
of eye-shadow to make my dark-brown eyes look big . no pancake, my almost
translucent skin will please him better than any color I could add, just a
hint of powder to even the tone. . bright red lipstick to emphasize my
full, sensual lips That should do it. My lashes are long and full without
mascara, and I won't need rouge; Travis will have me blushing without it.
I checked this all in the full-length mirror. The blouse is just right to
bring out the highlights in my strawberry-blonde hair. The skirt just
barely covers my big butt, the only part of me that isn't nice and trim and
the feature that first attracted Travis' attention. Even with a raincoat on
I'm going to look rather slutty. Well, it matches the way I feel about
Travis right now.
I drove over as fast as I could I figured if one of those macho motorcycle
cops stops me I'll just let the raincoat fall open and he won't be able to
write straight. I kept a sharp eye out for cop cars, though; one might hold
a lady cop and she wouldn't be the least bit impressed by my outfit.
I didn't even have to ring the doorbell; Travis saw me arrive through the
window and was standing in the open door as I walked up. I hadn't seen him
for a few months, so I took a moment to admire him. He'd told me about
working out lately, but I hadn't realized what a difference it made.
His 6'1" frame looks even better than when I first met him. He's down below
210 now, with good strong muscles all over his upper body without looking
bulgy or grotesque like some bodybuilders I've seen. I really like the new,
leaner shape of his hairy legs, too. And his thinner face looks great,
framed by his shoulder length black hair and the beard he grew recently.
Time for a long, deep kiss and to run my hands up and down his ribs and
along his firm arm muscles. Travis gave me a light snack of wine herring
and crackers with a very crisp white wine, then he took over. He ordered me
to go and repair my lipstick. When I got back he picked up a handkerchief
>from the bed, and blindfolded me with it. I've had the blindfold on a
couple of times before, but I still felt edgy when I wore it, and he knew
that. He unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off me, running his hands
slowly along my arms as he raised them to get the blouse free.
"Come on over here and lie down for me," he said, leading me to the bed. As
soon as I was lying down, he planted a warm kiss on my cleavage, then took
my bra off and kissed my breasts all over except for my nipples. He knows
that drives me wild with frustration, and he loves seeing me writhe as I
try to get a nipple into his mouth. It was even more exciting than usual
because I couldn't even see where he was going to kiss me next; every kiss
was a surprise.
He turned me over, pulled my arms behind my back and tied each wrist behind
to the opposite elbow. He carefully took off my skirt, and paused to admire
me dressed in only the frilly panties. He caressed me oh, so gently through
the hole in them, and I wondered what he planned for me. Then he slowly
pulled them off of me; he didn't touch me for several seconds and I knew he
was carefully folding my blouse, skirt, and panties as he always does. He
put lubricant on my asshole, but didn't do anything more, leaving me even
more frustrated. Then he helped me to my feet. I felt off balance with my
arms stretched back like that; it made me even more nervous and excited.
He led me down the stairs to his rec room, helping me balance with a big
hand on my arm. Then he helped me get up on something. It was small, but I
could still stand on it. It was also high.
But then he put something around my neck. I could feel that it was rope,
and felt a big knot on the back of my neck, tugging at me.
He spoke very quietly; I could barely hear him: "Do you know what is
happening to you?" I felt his warm breath and realized he was murmuring
into the hair at the back of my neck.
I had to think a moment, then I realized what it was. "You've got a noose
around my neck!", I said.
"That's right. There's a noose around your neck. And you're standing on a
chair. I could pull it out from under you if I wanted."
I could hear him moving around, then I felt his warm hands caressing my
breasts. "Or you could kick it over yourself," he went on, breathing slowly
on my cleavage, "Do you know what would happen then? Tell me out loud what
would happen then."
And I KNEW what would happen. I told him slowly, drawing it out as I
imagined it happening to me: "I bet you didn't leave any slack. So when the
chair goes over I'd fall only a couple of inches. Then the rope would
tighten around my neck, _real_ tight so I can only gag and gasp. I'd gasp
violently... I'd kick my legs just as violently, out and around, trying to
find someplace to stand..."
"That's right," he said. His tongue caressed my nipple.
I gasped, then went on, "I can picture myself struggling at the end of the
rope... and I also imagine you, watching and loving every moment. You'd get
incredibly hard watching me struggle in the noose. I'd be gasping like the
orgasm I have when you fuck me. And you'd love how I kick my legs as wide
apart as I can, making my asshole more visible..."
His tongue caressed my other nipple; his finger caressed my lower lips,
slowly and gently the way I liked. "Go on..."
"Then you'd finger me, one hand on my clit and the other in my pussy. And
I'd be coming as I struggled for air, no air coming in and my chest aching
with the need for it, but coming anyway from the excitement and your
fingers."
He parted my lips and caressed my clit gently with his fingertips. "Finish
the story," he told me.
"I'd come and come, and my struggles would get weaker, and then, after a
couple of minutes, it would be over. My body would hang limp on the noose,
swaying back and forth and spinning slowly around. You'd be watching how my
butt sways... Like the pendulum in a clock.... You wanted me hanged so you
could have me all to yourself. You'd be incredibly horny from watching me
hang... you'd probably climb up on the chair and buttfuck my body while it
was still warm and hanging on the noose... you'd find a way to preserve my
body, so that you could fuck my butt any time you pleased."
As I described all this, I could hear him taking his clothes off. He was
just letting them fall to the floor, not folding them up neatly like he
usually does; I must have made him incredibly horny. And I was getting
really hot describing this to him and knowing how horny I was making him.
And then, he reminded me that I could kick the chair out myself. He said
this with such anticipation that I knew that he had become as horny as I
thought that he had. And it made me think of how I had been feeling so HOT
describing what would happen to me.
Would I do it? I loved how he loved my ass. Whenever I pleasured him with
my ass I felt really good myself. So good, that I wanted to offer him my
asshole to do as he pleased. No matter what.
I put my left foot forward, and found the head of the chair. I started to
shift my weight to push on the chairback...
Would I really give my life to become a pleasure toy for my Lover?
....Well I'm here now writing to you, diary...
Actually I never found out if I was brave or stupid enough to try it. As I
shifted my weight, he grabbed me to steady me. Then he climbed up on the
chair behind me and put his hands around me to cup my breasts warmly.
"Silly Meg," he breathed into my ear, "I love you too much to let you try
anything like that. To avoid any accidents, I bolted the chair to the
floor. And the noose isn't tied to anything, so if you stepped off the
chair and for some reason didn't step right back on when you found out how
much the noose hurt, I could lower you gently to the floor. But if you want
to sample how it would feel..."
He tugged at the rope just enough for the noose to tighten, but not enough
to hurt. He was already lubricated and slipped right into my asshole,
standing right there on the chair. Feeling him in there thrilled me,
especially with the noose pulling at my neck. I pretended to myself that I
was hanging, and held my breath as long as I could. But his motions made me
so excited that pretty soon I was gasping, probably the same way I'd be
gasping on the noose.
When he came inside me I nearly lost my balance and fell off the chair, but
he steadied me and tugged a little more on the noose, forcing me to rasp
and strain to breathe, then held me as I came. Then he gently took the
noose from my neck and helped me down from the chair. He untied my hands
and took off my blindfold so I could see the love in his eyes as he looked
at me.
After we recovered and washed up he made me a very nice dinner. But this
"really special" day made us so excited that we made love again after
dinner, which we haven't done since the first few months of our
relationship. Admittedly, it was less strenuous -- we used the bed and he
hardly tied me up at all -- but it was nice all the same.
And all that weekend I kept thinking about how I felt while in the noose. A
part of me wanted to hang for him. So I'm writing down every little detail
about what we did and said. I like to read it over, and get the same rush
that I felt when I was standing there in the noose.
- Your friend
Meg