Dottie’s Gonna Do It
We’ve been webcamming back and forth for a while now, telling each other our secrets and fantasies. I’ve told him what I’ve been thinking about doing. It makes him horny each time I describe it to him.
He’s told me how much he’s looking forward to watching. Hell, he’s even been encouraging me to do it, pushing me you might say. He really wants to see it.
I wavered back and forth with the decision for quite a while. Then last week, I finally decided to do it. Maybe it’s the thought of him getting off to it that pushed me over the edge.
I wait until I get him online. Then I give him the good news. I tell him I’m gonna do it for real.
“You sure? Don’t kid me now, not with something like this. You know how hard I am right now.”
I tell him I’m serious. The decision has been made. I’m gonna do it.
He doesn’t believe me. So he asks, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I reply. “I’m positive. I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m gonna do it.”
“Are you serious?” I tell him yes. “Where?” he asks.
“It has to be here. There’s no other choice really.”
It’ll take place right here in my conservatory. I’m going to hang myself from the old wooden beam above me. It should be high enough and strong enough.
“You got a rope, Dottie?”
“Of course I got a rope. I’ll use the tow rope that’s in the car. If it’s strong enough to tow that thing around, it’s strong enough to hold me up off the ground.”
I can hear the excitement in his voice. His face is flushed as he asks, “Do you know how to knot it? Do you know how far you’ll need to drop?”
I tell him I didn’t, but that I do now. I’ve been online researching the matter.
There is a slight problem. The research recommends a five foot drop for my height and weight. But I’ve only got about three foot nine or so. But I’m not bothered.
I’d rather be slightly under than over. After all, I don’t want the rope to rip my head off. I want to die pretty, and I want to die whole.
His excitement and enthusiasm is evident. He doesn’t even try to discourage me. Instead, he asks, “When?”
“You got time to stay online?” I ask. “I plan on doing it this evening. I’ve got all the stuff I need. I’ve even got restraints for my arms so I don’t claw at my throat while I’m choking.”
I don’t tell him about the other stuff. I’ve already had a good dump this morning, and I haven’t eaten since. I’m not going to either. And I’ve only had just a few sips of water. I don’t want to piss myself, so I’m only going to drink just enough to keep my mouth moist.
It’s been a hot, beautifully sunny summer’s day. So I’m only going to wear a garter with silky stockings, along with my favourite boots. That way he gets to watch my tits bounce as I strangle.
I smile inwardly. It’s making me feel hot just thinking about it. Talking to him on the webcam has helped me firm up my decision. And I can watch the sun go down over the stand of trees on the hill through the conservatory window as I die.
That view’s the only good thing about this place. Might as well make use of it eh?
He asks when I’m going to get started. “You wanna watch?” I ask with a seductive grin. His obvious reply is, “Hell, yes!”
“Ok. Hang on.”
I take my laptop with the webcam into the conservatory. I place it on a stand I put in place earlier this morning after measuring the distance. Then I step in front of the webcam.
“Holy shit! You’re really gonna do it? You have no idea how hard I’m stroking right now!” His words make me feel all gooey inside.
I tell him I won’t be saying much from here on out. I’ll be too busy setting things up. “I hope you like the view,” I tell him with a sly smile.
I walk over to the dining table and clamber aboard. I loop the tow rope around the beam above. Then I knot it once… twice… three times.
I give it a good, sharp tug. The beam creaks, but it doesn’t budge. That tells me it should hold.
Gawd; I’m so wet right now!
I pull up the free end and shape it like it says in the book. But I mess up and have to start again. I work it until I get it formed into the shape of a noose. From his webcam viewing distance it should look just right.
I check the slack. Then I pop the noose over my head. The free end of the rope trails across my back and shoulder.
I get the shivers something fierce. A part of me wonders what the bloody hell I’m doing. But another part is so excited that I’m afraid I’m gonna cum before I can even get started.
I can’t use the table from here on out. So I slide it out of the way. Then I bring in a couple of chairs.
I put a pair face to face. Then I start piling hardback books on the one that sits directly under the rope until they’re almost level with the back of the chair.
I double check the measurements. It’s a good foot higher than the table. Then I work it out how I’m going to stand up on the empty chair before stepping up higher onto the top of the stack of books.
They’re big books to help me keep my balance. I found seven photography books in the library. They were big and thick, filled with landscape photos and nudes. I find it ironic, in that I’m going to be virtually nude in the next few minutes.
I check the time. It’s six-thirty. The sun’s rim is just touching the top of the trees, making the foliage glow and sparkle.
“You still with me?” I call out toward my laptop.
“Holy shit!” is the reply from the laptop. “I’m stroking like crazy!”
“Better pace yourself,” I reply with a laugh. Inwardly, I’m all gooey again. I love the idea of him getting off to my hanging.
I do a deliberate strip tease right in front of him. I leave my clothes in an untidy heap on the floor. Who cares what happens to them now?
I fetch the spreader bar and clamps. Then I fetch one more item. It’s my favourite buzzing toy, the long thick one I like to use.
I carefully step up onto the empty chair in my boots. Then from there, I step rather gingerly up onto the books. They feel solid and reassuring beneath my feet even when I move a little.
“This it the hard part,” I call out toward the laptop as I heft the toy. I turn it on so it has a nice buzz that can be heard throughout the conservatory. Then I gently force it up into me.
“Uhg… ummmm… bloody hell; I forgot how good it feels… ung!”
“I’m still stroking, Dottie!” that familiar voice tells me from the laptop. It’s so damned erotic that I almost climax while standing there.
I hold the spreader bar between my knees as I ease the noose open. Then I loop it over my big, thick mass of blonde curls. I almost climax once the coil touches my bare skin.
I slowly draw the slack out of the loop until it has slid beneath my hair. I make sure not to trap any loose strands. Gawd; I’m so hot right now!
I hold the bar between my legs while getting myself into the mood even more. The toy buzzes inside me as I tease my nipples gently between my fingers until they’re good and hard. A moment later I climax, unable to hold it at bay any longer.
I’m left all hot and panting. Bloody hell; that was a nice one! I’m so close to hanging myself that my body is on fire!
I pause to catch my breath. I want to wait a few moments to fully enjoy the rush. But I’m still hot and excited, my clit singing like a bird.
Any hesitations I might have had are gone. My mind tells me, ‘Go; go now! Do it while you feel like this!’
I position the knot just in front of my left ear. Then I give the rope a sharp tug. It draws beneath my chin.
I inwardly curse myself for my incompetence as I’m forced to try again. Left like that, I’d dangle and kick for hours in sheer agony. No thanks. I want to die, but not like that.
It takes me a few moments to work the noose loose. I work it around before trying it again. I find myself writhing as my pussy clenches around the buzzing toy inside me.
I tug on the rope a second time and feel it brush against my skin. I tug again until the noose grips my throat. The knot presses hard beneath my ear until the pressure makes me cough.
The delay has calmed me down, but not for long. The buzzing toy will soon be working another one right out of me. It’s time to attach the bar.
The instructions were clear. ‘Intended for bondage play between consulting adults,’ it said. Well, I’m a consenting adult. So that’s alright then.
I clip the clamps onto the ends of the central telescopic tube to the spreader bar. They’re a bit too big for my slender wrists. So I close one around my left arm just above the elbow.
I close the padded jaws one click at a time until the clamp won’t slip or slide up and down my arm. The pressure it exerts reminds me of having my blood pressure taken at the doctor’s office. Now for the tricky part.
I carefully work my other arm behind my back. I struggle to get the clamp around my arm and slide up until it’s above the elbow. I do my best to tighten the clamp until it feels like it’s going to hold.
“Damn, Dottie! That’s hotter than hell!” I see he’s still with me.
My arms are held behind my back, pulling my shoulders back as well. It throws my chest out. My tits are lifted up and thrust forward. That should give him one hell of a boner.
I’ve done it. Now I just need to tighten things a little more. That’s when I push my arms together behind my back.
I hear ‘Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.’ Now my arms and shoulders are pulled back even more. My chest really tightens as my tits are thrown out.
One more… ‘Click!!’ Oh, wow! That’s when I cum hard, grinding my thighs together against the buzzing toy inside me.
Bloody hell; that felt good!
I try to lift my hands upward to my neck and face. But I can’t reach anything, not with the bar and restraints behind my back as tight as they are.
I’m all ready to go. I try to enjoy the warm feeling of my climax that’s fading but still circulating in my veins. “Still with me?” I pant toward the laptop
“Holy shit, Dottie! I nearly came that time!”
I feel all gooey again. Bloody hell! I can feel another one approaching!
It’s time to give him what he wants, what we both want. I’ve come this far. Besides, there’s really no way for me to back out of this now.
I look down at my boots. A little voice in the back of my mind cries out, “Yes; do it!” That’s when I sense the moment is at hand.
I can’t believe I’ve taken things this far. But I have an admirer watching by way of webcam who wants me to go further still. So I take a deep breath as I begin to turn around.
I don’t want to call out to him any more. Besides, I have to focus on the task at hand. So I’m very slow and careful.
I turn until I’m facing the back of the chair. I slide my right foot up onto the top rail, expecting the chair to fall over backwards and tip me into space. But it doesn’t, as it needs more weight.
I begin to slide my left foot up beside my right. Halfway there, the two top books slide left. They take three or four more mighty tomes with them.
The chair doesn’t tip backwards. Instead, it tips left. The books hit the floor with a crash. But I don’t.
The floor rushes towards me at frightening speed. But just as I try to raise my hands to break my fall (which I can’t) and brace my legs (which don’t quite reach), my head is jerked violently to the side. That’s when an indescribable bolt of agony lances across my throat.
It’s impossible to describe in detail everything that happened during that one fatal, shattering second when the noose closed around my throat. Let’s just say it taught me there is an enormous difference between pain and agony.
My right toe catches one of the books. It sends it flying across the conservatory floor in a loud rustle of flapping pages. That’s when nerve endings respond en masse in my stretching neck.
My head seems to explode. My body jerks wildly. The enormous pressure around my throat forces my tongue, which feels about six inches thick, up into the roof of my gaping mouth.
At the same time, my vision blurs, flashing a brilliant white. My temples start to throb and pulse like jungle drums. Strange, half-choked, almost alien, spluttering and gurgling noises emerge from my mouth as I swing, spin, shudder and writhe on the end of that quivering, vibrating rope.
‘Gahh! Glurgghh! Gaakkk!’
To top it all, the air deprivation fools my body into thinking I’m having great sex. I cum again, thoroughly wetting myself. It’s hard to fathom how pain and pleasure can coexist like this.
I feel my hair bounce up and down on the top of my head with every jerky movement. I also feel hot juices running down the inside of my kicking legs. Through watering, blurry eyes I can see that my nipples are now as hard as bullets.
I cum again. And then again. Soon, it feels like I can’t stop cumming!
Every climax makes me kick, arch or thrash about. It’s such that I end up jerking the noose even tighter around my throat… ‘Nnnhh! Errrcccchhhh! Unnhhh!’
My chest is so tight, it’s as if there are steel bands slowly closing around it. My lungs are burning and my throat is on fire. My forehead and temples throb.
I can’t breathe; I can’t breathe any more! Then I’m hit by a terrific spasm. It makes me dance like a demented marionette.
Vaguely, I hear “Holy shit; I’m cumming!” from somewhere nearby. But now I’m exhausted. I’m also disoriented and confused, while feeling nauseous, giddy and sick.
My body is no longer mine to control. I’m an outside observer as my limbs twitch. My legs repeatedly bend double, then straighten up again. As my fingers flex and open, my body arches.
All this time, the rope is being drawn tighter and tighter around my throat, crushing it slowly as if it were in the grip of an iron fist. Another strong spasm shoots my swollen tongue fully out of my mouth. Purple and wet, it slaps wetly against my bright red cheeks in clouds of bubbles and rivulets of blood-flecked spume.
‘Ugghhh! Ugghhh!’
For a moment I regain a bit of lucidity. The intense pain dulls. Then it recedes as I hang there suspended and helpless, close to death.
I rotate slowly, my mouth opening and closing like that of a freshly landed fish. My eyelids flutter as my nostrils flare. My last lucid thought is… ‘Just how bloody long does it take to strangle to death?!’
The answer, in my case, is another five minutes, although I’ll only be dimly aware of what occurs in the first two. During those minutes, I see in a fuzzy haze, the room bathed in a golden glow as the sun sinks down behind the trees. Shadows dance on the conservatory floor until I vaguely wonder why my rock-hard nipples have suddenly turned a lovely shade of blue. I can’t see them, but so have my lips. I go into a short-lived spasm for a final time. As I do, the noose finally manages to draw tight enough to crush my larynx and trachea. That’s when it blocks my windpipe completely.
My features freeze. My body slumps. Then my eyes glaze over.
Dribbles of bubbles and spume drip down off my tongue and chin in a steady stream as my corpse slowly rotates back and forth. The flow slowly decreases over time. Then it stops altogether.
A leg and a foot twitch. A finger unfolds. My body gives a little shudder.
There’s a pause. It happens for a second time. Then my body is completely motionless.
All is still. All is silent. And the light from the setting sun slowly fades as the room grows dark.
I don’t hear his last declaration. And I don’t hear his words of goodbye. It will be several hours before the battery in my laptop dies.
Jul 27 ‘14; ed. Mar 8 ‘25
(Written by Anonymous for Dottie who shared it with me. I used a lot of their words and expressions while adding quite a few of my own.)