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Keywords: hanging, strangulation, breath control, transvestite, bondage(mild)
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Her Turn (M/F, hanging, cons) (REPOST)
Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2002 00:10:04 -0400
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This story was written by Ol' Sarge.  I (Damien) am posting it
by permission of the author.

Listen up!  Yes, I mean you!

There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story. 

First, there's sexually explicit stuff here.  If you're not old enough to
vote, go on to the next message.  Better yet, unsubscribe to this
discussion group.  Gwan, kid, shoo! And that goes double if sexually
explicit stories are illegal where you are!

Second, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>!  No actual people or animals were
harmed in the writing of this story.

Third, don't try this stuff at home.  You could end up dead!  Over 200
people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA.  That's not counting
the rest of the world.

Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story.  If you think it's badly
written, that's one thing.  But if you don't like stories about people
getting strangled while having sex, don't blame anybody but yourself.

Here's some blank space to give you a chance to skip to the next message.
After that, you're on your own.
























Summary: This story includes descriptions of a woman being hanged for
sexual pleasure and having sex while hanging.  Non-lethal, consensual.


Copyright (c) 1992 by Hope/Sarge,  This file may be redistributed electronicly
only if the following two conditions are met: (1) This copyright is retained
with the file and (2) that you make no further restrictions on resdistribution.

			   HER TURN
			 by Ol' Sarge
		       anon5ab7@nyx.net

A month or so later (after "My Turn")...
I came home from school, tired and wrung out from a Calculus midterm.
I parked my car and walked up to the apartment.  Entering the living
room I saw the goody box was opened, and looking up, the noose, dangling
with it's block and tackle. <Aww shit, I'm too tired for that>.  She
heard me come in and come down the stairs.  She was dressed just as I
had been, right down to the wig.  Somehow it looked much better on her
than I me.   She had the dog collar on, and was holding a pair of
pieces of rope in her hand.  She walked right over to the noose and
stuck her head through it, then pulled it tight and put her hands
behind her back.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?".

"Oh yes, I've been thinking about it ever since I did it to you,
please?".

"Well, OK, but we'll do it the way that I want, not this way."

I stepped up to her, and removed the wig.  "I like you better this way,
this time.".  Helped her remove, awkwardly, the sikly black blouse and
skirt.  Then the remainder of her clothing.  Soon she was standing
naked in front of me, only a dark collar and a white noose.  I removed
the collar from her neck and kissed her.  Then turned her around and
quickly tied her hands behind her back, cliching the rope snugly.   A
trip to the goody box produced more ropes,  the center of the first
went across the back of her neck and the ends went down under her arm
pits and across her back, then back across the front crossing between
her breasts, and over her shoulders.  Then across her back again to her
arm pits and then tied in front, center.   Another rope drew her elbows
together snugly then clinched them.  This rope was connected to the
rope behind her neck and then the connection was pulled tight.  This
would prevent the elbow rope from being pulled down.  The elbow rope was
then tied tightly to the crisscross rope at her back.  This held her
elbows tightly against her back.  She could move her hands back and
forth about a foot either way.  A quick application of tickle to her
rib cage confirmed this, her hands mught just as well have been
in China for all the good that they could do her now.

I stepped in front of her.  The noose was around her neck, but hanging
down limply.  I reach up and took a grip on the free end of the hoist,
pulled it down, the noose rose a few inches, still loose.  Her eyes
were bright, excited, her breathing rapid.  Another pull, the noose was
gently tugging at her neck now, I released the line and turned away.

"Wait, where are you going?".

"You'll see.".

Up the stairs I went, I carefully examined the locking mechanism of the
block and tackle (I didn't want a repeat of the last time to happen by
accident). Back down to the goody box and I dragged out the leather
ankle cuffs, and her favorite ball gag.  I applied the cuffs to her
ankles, leaving them unattached for the moment.  Then stood up with the
ball gag.  Her mouth clamped shut, with a smile playing across it.

"You know that I can make you open."

"Can't", through clenched teeth.

I reach way up the rope.  She shook her head, "Won't".  I pulled down,
a couple of feet, call it a couple of inches of noose worth.  She was
on her tiptoes, breath rasping a little, "Won't!".  I reach over and
took both nipples in my hands, squeezed gently then twisted just a
bit.  Her eyes widened, and she tried to pull her breasts back by
hunching down.  Glugggg, she straigntened up, shook her head.  I reached
up and pulled another foot or so, now she was on her very tip toes,
gurggling a bit.  Her lips opened, "ggssssss", she nodded.  I slackend
the rope.  Her mouth reached for the gag, enveloping it.  Quickly it
was applied, drawn tightly into her mouth.  Kissed all over, mouth,
eyes, neck, nipples.  A long shuddering breath from that.  I take the
knot in my hand and slide it around to the back of her neck.  Then
pulling up on the rope and down on the knot I adjust the noose to sit
snugly arount the very top of her neck.  The knot is positioned exactly
in the center.

I walk over to the goody box again, retrieve 2 long lines, one attaches
to each ankle cuff, under the foot, and through the D-ring on the
outside.  Thence to a one-way device attached the bottom hinge of the
hall door.  Then the other ankle, this time to the bottom of the
stairs.  I pull on one, then the other, back and forth, slowly drawing
the legs apart, she sinks down slowly, the noose draws tighter again.
Now her legs are straining apart, no  more slack there.

I stand in front of her, reach up and caress her nipples, already rock
hard.  My hand moves over her body, touching probing, caressing.  It
reaches her womanhood, pauses, then passes over, A soft whine from
behind the gag.  I look at her eyes, liquid, melting.  My hand returns,
probes, hot, moist, steamy, it's a wonder that I'm not burned.  My lips
approach a nipple, gently flip it, kiss , ever so gently surround it,
not sucking, just a dry squeeze.  A moan from behing the gag.  My
tounge darts out across the nipple, and vanishes. A kiss, again my lips
return to suround it, wetly this time , a short suction, then release.
My fingers brush her labia, pass and return, she reaches for me, I
oblige my finger slips in, two, my thumb finds her clitoris, as if her
shape was tailored to my hand.  Her eyes close, flutter, remain half
open, her body opens to my hand, drawing it in.

My free right hand reaches up the rope as high as I can, and slowly
pulls down, the block rises, the noose slowly tightens.  My lips are
locked around her nipple, teeth lightly nibbling at it.  My left hand
squeezes toward my thumb. I feel the texture under my fingers, G-spot.
She presses forward against my thumb, down against my hand.  My right
hand goes up again, and pulls down.  She is again up on her toes,
breath rasping in and out, moaning behind the gag.  My right hand
reaches up, as high as I can reach.  I wait, feel her aproaching
orgasm, wait, looking for just the right moment.  Now!  my right hand
pulls down, jumps up and pulls down again.  The knot, carefully placed
behind her head, slips tight in one motion.  Her breath stops, no
gurgles, no rasps.  Her body goes rigid, trying to expell my fingers,
reach the ground, her toes point down, pulling against the sideways
tension of the ropes.  Perfect silence.  I look up at her eyes, wide
open, staring at me.  Her face darkens as I watch.  Still her orgasms
continue (I can't tell if its one long one or dozens of little ones).
Her hands appear beside her hip, swing up, almost level with her breasts,
fingers grasping upwards, then down and up on the other side.  He feet start
to kick, forwards and backwards.  I redouble my efforts with my left
hand.  Her feet still, the orgasm resumes.  After 10 or fifteen seconds
I feel her vagina relax, the orgasm is over.  But I'm not finished
with her yet.  I gently remove my left hand from her.  Then step back
a bit to watch.  Her face is now dark red, her feet have resumed their back
and forth swinging motion.

I kiss her face, the gag, the noose, her breasts.  Then I say, "I'll
bet that you'd like me to let you down now, wouldn't you?".  I can see
that she's straining to nod (but the noose won't let her) or speak.  I
say, "Well if you don't want down now just let me know when.  I'l be
right over there."  I start to turn away, her entire body gives a
gigantic heave, but not a squeak comes out.  I grab her around the
waist and under her legs  and lift her up.  As soon as the weight comes
off of her neck she's trying to talk and gasp and say down, let me down
please.

I reach our, pull gently down and away, then release the end of the rope,
and reach up and pull down on the block.  In seconds the noose is lose, I
start to remove it.  She shakes her head, "HUH, HUH". 

"Do you want more?"

She hesitates, then nods "mfh hoh".

"You want the gag out?"

Nods.  I reach behind her head and unbuckle the gag, then pull it from
her mouth, which I then kiss.  She shivers then says, "Would you have
sex with me, while I'm...", pauses.

"While you're hanging?"

A long pause, then a very soft, almost inaudable "yes", and a
microscopic nod.

"Are you sure?"

Stronger this time, "yes".

I stand up, and twiddle her nipples, she lifts them up and forward
pressing them agains my hands.  I step around her and get the step
stools.  Placing one behind each of her feet. Then grasping her by
reaching around from behind and putting my hands against the inside of
her thighs.  I lift her up and back, putting a foot on each stool.  I
step back in front of her, looking up slightly.  Her lips are just
above mine, I step up to her and kiss her.  "I always wanted a
girlfriend that was taller than me".

"Well you've got me, what are you going to do with me?", she looked up
at the block hanging over her head.

I took the knot and slipped it around to the left side of her head, and
again pulled it snug.  Then putting a thumb and finger on each nipple,
I began to roll them gently back and forth.  Her eyes closed, and she
leaned forward, jerkily, her body twitching to the motion of my
fingers.  I stopped, and a second or so later her eyes opened,  once
again they were liquid, limpid blue-grey pools.  I kissed her, then
removed my pants.  I was certianly ready, and I knew that she was too.
Now if only I could get all the pieces to go in the right way.

I stepped up to her, and after a small amount of fumbling inserted
myself.  If I went way up on my tip-toes I would be firmly in.  I took
the rope, and pulled the slack out of the noose, kissing her all the
while.  "Are you sure now?"

In response she kicked over the stool under her right foot. The stool
under her left foot shot out to the side as she tried to stop herself
from falling. She dropped down several inches, I was all the way in.  I
tilted my hips back, and she was actually sitting on me.  The noose was
hardly tight.  I began to draw up the noose.  Slowly it rose, lifting
her weight off of me.  Her head tilted to the side, still kissing me.
Her breathing began to rasp.  I started to move my hips, she began to
rock hers, I paused she rocked harder. "Is this OK?".  She rocked even
harder, I took that to mean 'yes'.  I wrapped my arms around her,
getting the rope in both hands and began the pull it tighter. Soon she
was barely resting on me at all.

The noose was still at the side of her neck as she hadn't begun to
struggle.  Her feet kicked forwards and back, twisting around our junction
point,  then they jerked up, then down, she dropped again, the noose
slipped a bit tighter, and suddenly her breathing changed to gurgles
and rasps.  I hauled her up to the same position as before.  And I
started pumping (I wasn't going to last much longer like this).  She
kicked her feet again and dropped again.  This time she was silent,  I
felt her convulse around me, squeezing inside, her head pressed against
mine by the noose, her body against mine by gravity, mouth working
against mine.  I pulled my head back, looked into her face.  It was
contorted with passion? agony? lust?  Her body relaxed and her eyes
opened, she gurggled and rasped, then began to struggle.  When she did,
I slipped over myself.  Surprised, I almost dropped her, I certainly gave
her some hard jerks against the rope (well it's sort of hard to come, and
hold up 150 pounds of struggling woman all at the same time).

I grabbed under her butt and lifted her up.  Then I  stepped forward
and released the locking hoist and reached up and pulled down on the
noose.  I stood her on the ground, and removed the noose from her
neck.  She had a look on her face that I've never seen before, or
since.  I don't know how to describe it.  She leaned up to me and
kissed me, then said, "You can do that to me any time".

I quickly unshackled her legs, and released her arms.  The we adjourned
to the sofa and cuddled and talked and discussed it for a long time.


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