My daughter Leona told me she wanted to do it. Hell, she practically begged me! So I set it up for her.
I put her in tight, sexy latex. It hugged her body and legs. It made her look incredibly hot.
Next, she wanted the blindfold. She said it would be scary without any vision. She wanted a lot of fear because she wanted to fully embrace the experience.
I made the rope nice and snug around her legs and chest. She begged me to make it tighter. Surely she had to have been uncomfortable. But she didn’t protest.
Finally it was time for the noose. I made sure she felt it as I looped it around her throat and then snugged it tight. She gasped and whimpered.
“Nice and thick, honey… just perfect for a long, sexy hanging.”
“Really, mother?” I could tell she was trembling as she panted for breath.
I rubbed my fingers through her crotch, pressing against her womanhood. Instinctively she writhed as she tried to clench. “Horny, honey?” I purred seductively.
“Like you wouldn’t believe, mother.”
“Scared?”
“Terrified… yet I’m feeling incredibly thrilled.”
“I think you’re ready, honey. I know I’m certainly ready to see you hang. So let’s get you up into the air, shall we?”
“An hour, mom?” She sounded scared, yet enthusiastic.
“An hour, darling. Not one second less.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“And if I… if I don’t survive?”
“Then I’m going to cum, honey… probably several times.”
“You’re going to cum? Watching me hang to death?”
“Yes, honey. I’m going to cum watching you hang to death.”
She inhaled sharply as though struggling to catch her breath. Then she tried to lift herself proud and upright. “I’m ready mother… no wait! You mean I might really die?”
“Yes, honey. An hour is a long time. The noose is liable to strangle you to death.”
“Gawd! Now I… I don’t know.”
“Having second thoughts, honey?” I seductively rubbed my hands all over her body before running my fingers through her crotch again.
She writhed and clenched as she panted. “Gawd, I… I just don’t… I mean… I’m so scared… yet I’m so excited!”
“Yay or nay, darling? Your mother needs to know.”
“You r-really want to watch me hang to death, mother?”
“If it comes to that… yes.”
I probably shouldn’t have. But I whispered into her ear, “I’m probably going to cum the moment your feet leave the floor.”
Her breath caught in her throat. Then she blurted out, “Do it, mom! Just hang me already!”
I never gave her the chance to change her mind. A moment later she was hoisted up into the air. Her toes stretched down to a floor that was now six inches away.
She let out a rasp for breath. Then she started wriggling like a worm. She shook and trembled all over.
I winced as it hit me hard. Sexual pleasure washed warmly through my body. Then I heard her rasp, “M-mother?”
“You’ve got an hour to go, darling.”
“I… I don’t… oh, gawd…” And with that she began to wriggle like a worm again.
I could feel another climax approaching. I stepped close and whispered, “Do you want down, honey?”
She wriggled in the noose. “Yssss… NO!”
“Good girl.” Then I ran my fingers through her crotch again, rubbing her womanhood.
She squeezed against my fingers. She wriggled like a fish on a line. “One hour, honey,” I purred into her ear. “My gawd! You look sexy as hell strangling to death in that noose.”
She rasped and gurgled. Then she wriggled again. “Just relax, honey. Relax and let the experience envelop you.”
She hung limp for a while. Seconds turned into minutes. Then she began to wriggle again.
I caressed her body all over. Then I ran my fingers through her crotch. I could feel a reaction to the pressure I applied.
She appeared to settle down again. She gently shimmied in the noose. I could just make out little movements in her sexy form.
I checked my watch. “Fifteen minutes, honey. You still have a long way to go. Mmmm, so sexy.”
She started to struggle again. “Relax, honey,” I purred into her ear. Then I fingered her crotch again.
She writhed and clenched. I fingered her harder. She clenched even more until she appeared to shudder.
“That’s lovely, honey. That looked like it must have been a nice one. Now relax and settle in.”
She tried to hang limp. But it must have been impossible. She began to shimmy again before she started to wriggle like a fish on a line.
She tried to rasp something. I breathed into her ear, “Not this time, honey. You had your opportunity. You’re going the full hour now. Deep down, I know you want to. I know I’m sure as hell committed to this to the very end!”
She gawked as she began to wriggle again. “You’ll wear yourself out that way, honey. The noose will only get tighter. Relax; you’re halfway there.”
I caressed her all over, my pussy throbbing like crazy. She relaxed a little. I thrust fingers through her crotch, and she writhed and clenched.
She grunted. Then she started to wriggle like a worm. She dolphin-kicked harder.
I cried out as pleasure washed over me. “Gawd, honey! I think you want to hang yourself to death for me!”
She shuddered in the noose. I could tell she’d experienced another climax of her own. Then she settled down again.
I checked my watch. Twenty minutes to go. Was she going to make it? I had mixed emotions over my own personal desires.
I began caressing her again as the minutes ticked down. She started to shimmy again. I rubbed my fingers through her crotch to give her something else to think about.
She clenched and wriggled. Drool spilled off her tongue. It was starting to protrude past her lips.
“Fourteen minutes, honey. Can you hold out that long? Or are you going to hang to death for your dear mother?”
Something must have triggered inside her. She began fighting the noose like crazy. She couldn’t make herself stop.
“Honey, you’d better be careful. You’re going to lethally tighten that noose and hang yourself to death.” She just wriggled harder.
More drool spilled off her tongue. Her struggles began sporadic and haphazard. I could tell she was moving into the final phase.
Her struggles lessened. Her face was definitely turning red. Her lips were almost blue.
She finally hung limp with about seven minutes to go. There was only the occasional muscle spasm. I winced as pleasure flowed through me again.
I saw her through the last six minutes. Then I checked for a pulse. There was none. I shuddered from one last, shameful orgasm. Then I left her there to enjoy the experience for another hour before taking her down to dispose of her body.
7-16-21 Inspired by the drawing I included. I believe the artist’s name is Louiselatexmalick.