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Keywords:  hanging, strangulation, breath control, nooseplay, anal
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: The Day That I Would Hang (M/F, nooseplay, cons) (REPOST)
Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 07:10:01 -0400
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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.

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Summary: This story includes an internal fantasy of a woman hanging
herself.  The external story is non-lethal, the internal fantasy lethal.
Both consensual.



	     From Meg's Diary:  The Day That I Would Hang
		    by Taxidermist and A. P. 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


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full-time work - to write a 2500 word story.  All I get in return is
feedback from the readers - and usually not enough of that.

If you like stories of this type, but didn't like this story, I'd like to
hear about that, too.  Especially if you can articulate what was wrong with
this story.

But if you think stories about people getting strangled or hanged, even
killed, during sex are icky and shouldn't exist, don't come whining to me.
Why did you read it if you don't like stories of that type?
-- 
A. P. Damien (a handle, not a name)

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