Message-ID: <41162asstr$1046981403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@omega.dimensional.com> Keywords: hanging, strangulation, breath control, snuff X-Newsposter: trn 4.0-test56 (2 Mar 97) X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien) X-Original-Message-ID: <1046958753.888164@irys.nyx.net> Cache-Post-Path: irys.nyx.net!anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net X-Cache: nntpcache 3.0.1 (see http://www.nntpcache.org/) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 6 Mar 2003 06:52:34 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} ASA story: Submission (M/F, mast, hanging, cons, not-quite-snuff) Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 15:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/41162> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates This story was written by Darlene. 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 story includes a description of somebody getting killed for sexual pleasure - maybe the killer's pleasure, maybe the victim's. Either way, this isn't milk and cookies. If you don't want to read about such things, go away and read another message. Third, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>! No actual people or animals were harmed in the writing of this story. Fourth, 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 to death 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 describes a man stroking a woman to orgasm while she stands on a chair with a noose around her neck, then jacking off while she hangs. M/F, hanging, mast, consensual, non-lethal(?) Submission by Darlene Copyright by the author. Feel free to download this story, but do not charge for it's use. ================================================================ 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=Ambivalent"> write Darlene</A>? Remember, feedback from the readers is the only "payment" the author gets. You can find more at http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/entry.ssi But if you think stories about people getting strangled during sex -- and enjoying it -- 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. 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