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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Auto Erotica by Zack (finnedfordfan@hotmail.com) *** 11 years ago, I discovered the kinky pleasure of auto- erotic asphyxia. To say this is very dangerous is an understatement, and I have had a few close calls where I had to have my limp, unconscious body cut down from the beam I hanged myself from and be revived. (MF, axphixia) *** I know only too well about the very high risk of death, but this is a risk I have been more than willing to take. But, I have had several fantasies about sexual contact with a mate during my kinky little activity, preferably with one of the opposite sex. This is one of those fantasies. *** I meet this woman who very quickly comes to know how much I get turned on as I am hanged by my neck, and she is more than willing to watch me as I step off my stool and dangle with the tight noose around my neck, and she wants to hang me until I ejaculate and slip into unconsciousness. In fact, the thought of seeing me as I hang and ejaculate turns her on too. She wants to tie my wrists behind my back and tie my ankles together, then 'stimulate' me before drawing the stool from under my feet, kind of like an execution. "An execution is ever soooooo sexy." she tells me. I feel I can trust her to time it right before I go over the line too far and reach that critical point where to return would be fruitless. I might as well be left until my life is terminated. But she wouldn't let me go that far, now would she? Right? Right.. So we prepare the sight for my hanging. My stool, one foot high, for me to stand on, placed under the appropriate beam for me to hang from. The silk rope, three-quarters of an inch thick is already wrapped around the beam, and the noose is opened, awaiting to be passed over my head and tightened around my neck. We bring two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine to toast me before I hang, and to toast me again hopefully after I am cut down and revived. My clothes are removed and I am totally nude. My penis is already rock hard with anticipation. I am excited, as is the lady who will 'execute' me. Before I hoist my body up onto the stool, she pours two glasses of wine, one for each of us. 'To your execution, my love. May you enjoy it as much as I do.' she toasts me. We drink. Then I hand her my glass and step up onto the stool. As I prepare to slip the noose over my head, she takes a white silk chord and wraps it twice around my ankles then ties a very tight knot. I can feel the excitement building as I thrust myself up onto my toes enough to get my head through the opening of the noose. I grasp the coil and draw the rope tight, placing the rope so that it crosses my throat just above my rather pronounced adam's apple. The knot is placed between my left ear and the back of my spine, closer to my spine. "Don't put it against your spine, my love," she cautions me, "I don't want your neck broken." As I lower myself down until my feet are flat, the noose begins to greatly restrict my breathing. The rope is quite tight now, and won't allow too much of a drop. After all, I must be hanged so that my feet arte well off the floor. It is soooo sexy that way. But there is no discoloration in my face, yet. The strangulation feels ever soooo sexy.. Sexier than it ever felt. 'This is soo cool.' I think. I then place my two wrists together behind my back, and the lady takes a second white silk chord and twice wraps it around my wrists, tying the knot tight. I am now very, very hard, and ready to be executed by this lady. My life is now in her hands. And I am trusting her. Before the stool is drawn from under my feet, the lady leans forward and takes my organ into her mouth. As she bobs up and down, I feel very stimulated, no doubt greatly assisted by the very tight rope around my neck. I almost begin to ejaculate inside her mouth. I find myself holding back. The rope is squeezing my neck. My lungs are struggling for air. My heart is pounding with excitement. I cannot wait any longer. I look down at the beautiful lady who is about to hang me. "Do it!!" I call out. "Hang me!" I plead. The lady straightens herself up and looks up at me. She puts a foot up against the stool. "Hang, Zack," she says with a high level of excitement. "Hang until you are dead." Then she pushes the stool out from under my feet. I only drop a couple of inches, and I can feel the noose tighten. My body stretches as does my neck. I feel a stiff jerk, and a numbing sensation in my neck. Not broken, just a beautiful sensation. A very beautiful sensation. My feet are several inches above the floor. I twist and squirm, and with each movement, the nose slips tighter and tighter. My breath is gone. My throat sealed off. The arteries are also sealed off. Nothing to or from my head. My neck strains. It's all very, very sexy. Within a couple of seconds the lady is leaning forward and has taken my rock-hard penis into her mouth. After only one up-and- down motion, I begin to ejaculate into her mouth. I shoot. And I shoot again. I can't stop. Pure ecstasy... I twist again, even as I am ejaculating into her mouth. The strangulation feels ever so sexy.. Double pure ecstasy. Seconds tick by: Three... four... five... six... seven... Total ecstasy as I continue to shoot my load into her mouth. Her mouth is full and I feel her take a swallow, then continue to take my semen. Eight seconds... nine... ten... eleven... I am at the edge. Twelve seconds... thirteen... fourteen... fifteen... Suddenly, my eyes begin to see bright flashes and my ears roar. My semen is still shooting into her mouth, I feel it still. I begin to cross over the edge. I am very light headed. Sixteen seconds... seventeen... eighteen... nineteen... Then I begin to fade. The strangulation from the tight noose around my neck is delivering me. All starts to go dark. Twenty seconds... twenty-one... twenty-two... twenty- three... My eyes close. My body relaxes and goes very limp. My semen is still oozing from my stiff organ and she is still taking it in her mouth while licking me and sucking. I am over the edge. I am unconscious. I am executed! BLACKNESS! The lady is still milking my semen as she feels my body go limp. Once she feels me hanging very still, she raises her head. She swallows the mouthful she has and she looks up at my body: My face, dark purple, but looking peaceful. My eyes and mouth are closed. She eyes the very tight noose digging into my skin. My neck looks stretched. The strangulation is very sexy to her. A minute goes by, then two minutes. She steps back to 'observe' my body hanging from the gallows beam. I look exceptionally sexy to her. She picks up the wine bottle and her glass and pours herself a drink. She washes the semen down. 'This wine never tasted so good.' she thinks. She refills her glass and looks up at me, my life slipping away for her pleasure. Three minutes pass, then four, then five. She approaches me one last time and draws some more semen still oozing from my penis. Another drink. Then she sets the glass and bottle down and bend over. She unties the silk chord around my ankles and allows my legs to dangle free. Then she goes around to my back and unties my wrists, allowing my arms to dangle freely at my sides. She then walks around and stands a few feet away from me and watches. Six minutes, then seven, then eight, then nine, then ten. She picks up her glass and raises it to me: "To you, Zack darling. Hope you enjoy eternity." Twelve minutes pass, then fourteen. Now beyond the point of return. My head has been deprived of blood and oxygen too long. Sixteen minutes... eighteen, then twenty. A check of my pulse: still there, but very, very weak hardly there at all. A little longer. Twenty-two minutes, twenty-four, twenty-six. My pulse is gone. My body is at rest. My execution is now complete. She continues to watch my limp, lifeless body. The rope creaks from my weight, yet she continues to watch. "Sweet dreams Zack," as she dresses and leaves, while first cleaning any surfaces that she might have touched bare handed. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 28