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Keywords: hanging, strangulation, breath control, snuff
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA story: Submission (M/F, mast, hanging, cons, not-quite-snuff)
Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 14:10:04 -0500
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				Submission
				by Darlene


Copyright by the author. Feel free to download this story, but do
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She'd never considered submission until she met Tom. With him,
from the first, it came naturally to her.

The relationship was simple. They kept their own separate lives.
When she was with him, Tom took loving care of her. He had a
quiet intensity hard to describe. For her part, she trusted and
obeyed Tom without question. Any hint of resistance, she knew,
would end their time together.

Tom had explained that for many couples, sexually charged scenes
were often initiated by a submissive's disobedience. The
submissive needed to be punished. Not so for them, Tom told her.
He would never punish her.

The experiences he subjected her to were a sign of his love. She
demonstrated hers by her willing acceptance.

When she arrived at his house that day a note directed her to his
bedroom. Laid out on the bed were a black blindfold, a red halter
top, and black high heeled sandals. Knowing they were for her,
she changed into this little costume. Sitting on the bed, a bit
excited by the high heels and exposure of her lower body, she
tied the blindfold and waited. 

It wasn't long. She heard Tom come in, felt just a twinge of
nervousness when he locked her wrists behind her with metal
handcuffs. He wasn't speaking. Would he whip her on the legs and
bottom again today?

Tom helped her up and led her from his bedroom. She could hear
her heels clacking on the tile floor of the hallway. When they
reached the entrance to the living room he halted her and removed
the blindfold. What she saw surprised her. She was both
frightened and intrigued.

Most of the furniture had been pushed aside. In the center of the
room a rope with a noose at its end dangled from the ceiling. A
chair was placed underneath it. As she inspected it all closely,
she saw that the rope ran up through an eye bolt in the ceiling
and down to a hook embedded in the back wall. She'd never seen a
real noose before. She was pretty sure it was for her. She was
right. 

Tom described the sexual aspects of hanging, the pleasures for
them both to come from asphyxiating her. He explained that he
didn't intend this to happen, but there was a risk of serious
injury, even death. He told her they'd reached a new stage in
their intimacy, where risk served to make it deeper. And the
decision was only hers.

She had reservations, the first reservations she'd felt with Tom.
But if she didn't go through with this, their relationship would
end. She was very aroused. She walked to the chair, sashaying her
white buttocks for him.

Tom helped her climb up, supporting her arms. Joining her on the
chair, he passed the noose over her head and snugged it to her
neck. He stepped down and went to the wall. Tom wrapped more rope
around the hook until she had to push up a little from her toes
to fight the pressure of the noose.

He came back to face her and removed his own pants. Her breathing
was a little labored. His hands roamed her body, spending extra
time with her breasts and nipples through the red halter top.
Occasionally he would push down on her shoulders, forcing her
heels to the floor and restricting her breathing. Her eyes grew
from the strain each time he did that.

As his fingers moved to her middle she reached the point of
gasping. This was more exciting than anything Tom had done to her
before. And soon she would actually be hanging. Tom worked her
pussy deliberately, spreading the wetness inside over her dark
hairs. He carefully brought her almost to explosion, counting on
the noose tight around her neck to help him. When he thought she
was very close he kicked the chair out and stood back to watch
her.

She swung slightly on the rope, but otherwise was still at first.
Her face began turning red much faster than Tom expected. Tom
started forward to touch her, but her hips bucked and her body
shook before he could reach her. He knew that she had come.

Tom stroked himself as she struggled to breathe. Her climax
increased her need for air, but the tightening noose was close to
cutting it off entirely. Tom found the choking sounds coming from
her throat and the expression in her eyes thrilling. When her
windpipe closed her chest heaved and she began to kick in
silence. He liked that even better. She bounced a little on the
rope. He splattered her leg when he came.

She continued to struggle for a long time, eyes open very wide,
still bouncing on the rope, until she passed out. Tom admired her
limp form, face near purple, just a bit of drool in the corner of
her mouth. He wiped it off then reluctantly cut her down.

When she woke she couldn't speak and only her eyes would move.
Tom wondered, was it injury to the vertebrae in her neck? A
stroke? Maybe both? He'd kept her up there too long, but he'd
enjoyed watching her so. 

Now she lives in a bed in the back of Tom's house. He found a new
submissive, who takes care of her when not servicing Tom. Some
sensation has started to return. She's getting better, she
thinks. She hopes so. She hates being such a burden. She wants to
hang again, get it right this time. And one way or the other, be
perfect for Tom.

Did you like this story?  Why not
<A HREF="mailto:Darlene29x@hotmail.com?subject=Submission">
write Darlene</A>?
-- 
A. P. Damien
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