Dottie had been teasing me for the last few weeks about the idea of putting a noose around her neck and hefting her up into the air. Naturally I turned her down each time she suggested it. After all, I didn’t want to injure her by accident. But the kinky bitch was relentless.
One evening I came home from work and found she wasn’t in the kitchen fixing dinner like she normally did. I looked all around until I found her in the den. What she was doing in there caught me totally by surprise.
She was wearing a black garter with black nylon stockings and nothing else. She was standing on a stool in the middle of the room. A thick, white nylon rope looped around her neck, went up into an O-ring in the ceiling, and then angled back down near the door where I was standing. It was a hangman’s noose, the traditional 13 twists clearly visible.
I have no idea how long she had been standing there, although I suspect it couldn’t have been very long. It would have been tricky for her to stand there all day trying to keep her balance while waiting for me to come home. Besides her arms were behind her back as though her wrists had been secured together.
I did notice one thing though. I don’t know why I looked there; maybe it was because she was virtually naked. But I took a good look at her pussy and noticed right away that it was glistening with moisture. Apparently she was wet as hell.
“Well, lover?” she giggled as I stared dumbfounded. “Are you going to hang me or not? You’d better do something quick because this zip tie around my wrists is killing me.” Then she giggled again, adding “…’killing me’… now THAT’S FUNNY!”
The end of the rope was deliberately angled right there at the door within easy reach. Clearly she had spent some time planning this out. She nodded at it and then smiled at me. “Well? Are you going to hang me before I fix dinner or not?”
I just stared at the sexy woman standing before me on a stool with a noose around her neck. She must have been excited because she was panting heavily, her gorgeous boobs rising and falling with each breath she took. Her nipples were noticeably erect; I wondered if they hurt being that hard.
It didn’t take long for my cock to stiffen in my pants. I looked her up and down before I looked over at the end of the rope dangling nearby. Then I looked at her again as though I didn’t know what the hell I should do!
“C’mon, lover!” she taunted, nodding at the end of the rope. “Pull on it and send me to heaven! You know you want to! I can see the bulge in your pants!”
I looked at the rope again and followed it with my eyes… back up its length to the eyebolt in the ceiling and then down around her neck. She just stood there waiting patiently. The amazing part was how tempted I was!
She saw my reluctance and grinned at me. “Don’t have it in you, eh? I guess I’m just not sexy enough with a noose around my neck. Ok; I get it. I guess you’d better come get me down from here before I strangle myself so I can go fix dinner, ok?”
Maybe I’d had enough of her taunts and teasing about the subject. Or maybe deep down I really did want to see what she would like dangling from a noose. All I know is that I reached over, grabbed the end of the rope and slowly gave it a tug.
Her eyes flew open as though she never in her wildest dreams expected me to do that. I took the slack right out, pulling on the rope until she was forced to stand up on her toes just to keep from strangling herself. But instead of stopping right there like I probably should have, I just kept right on pulling.
Dottie’s eyes flashed in shock as she slowly left the stool. Her feet began to flutter for it as though she hadn’t expected to lose her solid footing. Then she gawked loudly as her legs started to kick haphazardly.
For a few seconds I stood there mesmerized at the sight of her kicking her legs and the way she twisted in place. Her body began to swing as her legs pedaled for something firm to stand upon. Her face actually began to turn red as though she was hardly getting any oxygen at all!
I suddenly remembered how dangerous the whole thing was, and I carefully let her down. Her pedaling feet kicked the stool away as I continued to lower her. She reached the floor, and for a moment she stood there on wobbly legs. Then she started to crumple, her eyes all glazed over.
I tried to add slack in the rope so she would not strangle on the way down. She collapsed onto the floor, trying to gasp for breath. I rushed forward, grabbed the noose and managed to loosen it enough from around her neck so she could breathe deeply.
She coughed and rasped for breath, her eyes still a little glassy. The color returned to her face and she began to jerk her arms behind her back. I looked around and noticed a pair of large toenail clippers lying on the desk, obviously to be used to cut her wrists free. So I snatched them up, pulled her arms up in my direction and then clipped away the zip tie.
“You ok?” I asked. I noticed her eyes were much better, and the color was returning to her face. Soon she was breathing normally.
It was another couple of minutes before she rose to her feet. “There now,” she giggled at me as she stood up. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Now let me get supper started for you, lover. I have something quick I can heat up.” And just like that she was out the door as though what had happened in the den had never happened at all.
I was a little dumbfounded by the whole thing. So I followed her into the kitchen, half expecting her to collapse onto the floor from complications to her recent noose experience. She just hummed pleasantly to herself as she put a pot of hot water on to boil.
Supper was delicious; she was the efficient, ever-loving housewife. There was no mention of what happened in the den. It was like it had been nothing more than a strange dream, a terribly erotic dream.
For the rest of the night she was the dutiful housewife, seeing to my every need. But later that night in bed it was her needs that took priority. She was horny as hell and she fucked the shit out of me, telling me how hot it was for me to hang her like that, especially with my cock so hard in my pants.
She wore me out sexually, let me tell you! But at least she had three screaming orgasms to help exhaust her. She happily exhausted me too, and we collapsed into each other’s arms to sleep soundly through the night. The next morning I was off to work as though the previous day had been nothing but an aberration.
At first I thought it was just going to be one of those one-time experiments, you know? I figured feeling the noose around her throat cutting off her air supply would scare the shit out of her but good, curing her of any future enthusiasms. But this is Dottie we’re talking about here. I guess I should have known better.
3 days later, I came home that Friday evening after a stressful day at work only to find her missing again. I looked all around before I found her in the den once more. And once again she was standing on that stool with that same noose around her neck, her arms secured behind her back. This time she was totally naked, her nipples hard and her pussy glistening as before.
Just like last time the rope went up into the eyebolt at the ceiling and then angled down to hang close to where I was standing. Next to it on a little end table was a white card folded in half, the words “TO MY HUSBAND” written in bold, black letters. I looked at her curiously and then picked up the card, opening it up to read the contents…
SUPPER’S NOT READY! I DESERVE TO HANG!
I looked at her in shock, my cock stirring in my pants again. She just grinned at me with that knowing look she uses whenever her devious little mind is at work. Her eyes flashed as if to say, “I can see it in your trousers! You WANT to hang me, don’t you!”
I was a little hesitant to do it all over again considering the risks she would be taking. But she just smiled at me, waiting patiently as though this was her punishment for failing to have supper ready. What else could I do?!
Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I did it anyway. I felt a strange excitement as I reached over for the dangling rope. I heard her inhale sharply as I began to give it a nice, slow tug. That’s when I saw something flash in her eyes. Was it alarm… panic maybe?
I took out the slack, pulling slowly until she was gently hefted up onto her toes. The expression of fear in her eyes was strangely intoxicating. I don’t know if she was truly afraid or if she was simply putting on an act for me as a part of the whole package.
I couldn’t help wondering whether or not she remembered what had happened the last time I’d pulled her up into the air. Did she really want me to do this to her all over again?? It certainly seemed like it.
I continued to pull on the rope, slowly putting my weight into it until she cleared the stool beneath her. Her feet fluttered for solid ground just as before, as though the stool might return at any moment. Then she gawked as she began to pedal with her legs, her body starting to twist and sway.
Dottie looked like she was trying to speak or something as her body swung back and forth. She let out delicious rasps and gurgles as the noose mercilessly strangled her. Drool collected on her tongue to splatter onto her tits. Then I saw something I hadn’t seen the last time I had hefted her up off the stool…
She began to hump the air with her torso!
She made obvious thrusts as though she was fucking some invisible cock. She choked and grunted as she tried to breathe; perhaps she was trying to cry out or something. Then I saw a faint mist come out of her pussy as she squirted all over the hardwood floor.
I quickly let her down and she collapsed onto the floor again. I rushed over to loosen the noose, allowing her to breathe unhindered. The clippers were right there waiting for me, and I quickly snatched them up to set her wrists free from the zip tie she’d used.
It took her a couple minutes to get her breath back and for the color to return to her face. Then she stood up and kissed me deeply. “Sorry about dinner, love,” she told me apologetically. “I deserved that, and I’ll get right on it!” Then she went off to fix my supper as though nothing had happened. The only evidence of our noose game displayed on her features was that enigmatic smile on her face.
Damn!
Once again she put some thoughtfulness into the meal she fixed for me. She was very loving and considerate; we had a lovely evening together. But later that night she was a wild woman in bed.
It was like that off and on for the next few weeks. Every few days I would come home and find her naked in the den on that same stool with her wrists zip-tied behind her back. She would usually tell me she had done something naughty and that she deserved to be hung. So hang her I did.
It got easier pulling on that rope each time I found her that way. Maybe I should not have responded the way I did. But whenever I saw her like that, my dick would harden right up in my pants.
It got to where I was less hesitant each time I found her noosed in the den. I would simply reach over, grab the rope, and then heft that kinky bitch up into the air. Her feet would flutter and then she would go right into her lewd air-dance.
I’m ashamed to say how much I enjoyed watching her kick and twist in the noose. My cock always got hard in my trousers whenever she would do her little noose dance. She would rasp and gurgle, frequently humping the air while cumming and squirting until I would let her back down. And after she recovered, she would be off to fix dinner as though nothing had happened.
One night I came home and didn’t find her in the kitchen. Right away I assumed she was waiting for me in the den with that sexy “necklace” around her throat. I was horny as hell, my cock nice and hard by the time I walked in.
She was on that damned stool all right, waiting for me as usual. Her arms were secured behind her back and she was buck-naked. She smiled when she saw me enter, and she looked right at my bulge to see if I was already hard.
This time I didn’t even wait for her to tell me she deserved to hang. I grabbed the rope and started to give it a pull, a lecherous smile on my face. She gasped as the slack was taken out, lifting her up on her toes.
“Wait!” she rasped, shuffling around on the stool. “Cock…. take out cock…… want to…… see it!”
“My cock?” I asked in reply. She nodded eagerly.
I looked at her curiously and then looked down at my noticeable bulge. I gave her a bit of slack with one hand as I reached down with the other and loosened my belt. I unfastened my trousers, allowing them to drop to the floor at my ankles. Then I worked my briefs down until my hard cock sprang free.
Dottie smiled at me as she hungrily licked her lips. I just smiled back as I pulled on the rope. She dutifully rose up on her toes, her smile fading as I held her there for a few moments. Then I slowly eased her up off the stool.
Her feet fluttered like they usually did before she started pedaling again. But she kept trying to look at my cock the whole time. Then she rasped and gurgled as she went right into her sexy noose-jig.
She swung back and forth, twisting this way and that. Then she went into her fuck-dance, humping the air like crazy. When she twisted back in my direction I swear it was as though she was trying to fuck my cock from clear across the room!
She started cumming again and she spurted her fluids all over the floor. It’s a good thing we had hardwood floors in there for ease of cleanup. Then I let her down, freeing her from the noose and zip tie so she could get her breath back.
She saw how hard my cock was while I was kneeling there tending to her welfare. Without a word, she grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth. She gave me one hell of a blowjob until I spurted my load into her mouth. Then she dutifully swallowed it all before rising up and heading off to the kitchen without a word so she could get to work on my supper.
It was like that after every hanging; there were very few words between us other than her needing to go get supper ready. Whenever we sat at the dinner table together it was as if I had never hung her at all. But those nights in bed were something else! And our noose-play was becoming more and more of an obsession between us!
It got to where my cock began to bulge in anticipation even before I got home from work. Sometimes she was in fixing dinner when I came home. She would giggle at how hard I had become whenever I would walk in the door and see her there. She would reach out and caress my bulge, innocently asking why I had come home so horny. Then it would be back to fixing dinner with nary a word about my current problem or our many noose-plays.
But then there were those other times when I came home and found her naked in the den standing on that same stool. I would immediately drop my trousers, giving her a lecherous grin. Then I would dutifully pull on the rope, taking her up into the air.
I think she loved it when I came home horny and wanted to hang her. Each time she went into her rope dance, her eyes would stare at my hard cock as she rasped, kicked and gurgled. I swear it was as though she was hoping I would spurt or something while she hung!
Whenever I got her into the air it got to where I would wrap the rope around me for support just so I had a good grip on it. Then I would stroke myself with my free hand. She really seemed to love that! I think she enjoyed seeing me get myself off while she was dancing on air.
One particular evening I had her up in the air, watching her sexy noose-fuck as I stroked like crazy. I was in the process of starting to let her down when she stopped me by shaking her head, indicating… “No; not yet!” Truth be told, I was probably more agreeable than I should have been. So I held her up in the air a few seconds longer, enjoying watching her kick and hump in my direction.
All of the sudden I couldn’t hold back anymore as my cock started spurting shamefully. That’s when she gawked and gurgled as she really began humping the air with a mighty orgasm. I probably waited longer than I should have to take her down. But I delayed until after her orgasm appeared to be complete before I gave her any slack. I let her crumple to the floor and then promptly set her free.
It took her longer to recover from that one, let me tell you! But afterwards she gave me this deep, soulful kiss of thanks that would have melted lead. Then it was off to the kitchen as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Naturally she became a wild woman in bed later that night.
We had a few more weeks like that; not every day of course. I never knew when she would be in the mood. But it didn’t seem to matter. Just thinking she might be noosed and ready to hang made me so horny every time I set foot inside the front door.
She thought it was funny as hell whenever I came home with a bulge. That just meant our nights in bed were destined to be hot and heavy. And I always took my frustrations out on her the next time I caught her all noosed up.
It got to where she didn’t want me to let her down until after my cock had spurted all over the floor. That would usually set her off to humping violently from a massive orgasm. A couple of times I was afraid I was going to kill her! But she always seemed to recover.
One night after a week of no noose-play I came home extremely horny and more than a little frustrated with her. I was hoping – mentally begging, in fact – I would find her in the den. So I headed off with high hopes.
When I walked through the door, things were a bit different. She was naked all right, the noose around her neck right where it belonged. But she wasn’t standing on the stool. She was kneeling demurely.
I was caught by surprise as I slowly walked up to her. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl,” she admitted, her head lowered. “I really deserve to be hung; In fact, I think I’ve been begging for it all week. And since I’ve been particularly bad, I suppose I should tip my executioner before I hang.”
She looked right at my bulge and licked her lips. Then she looked up at my face, her eyes twinkling mischievously. I think she really wanted to be punished.
In no time at all I had my pants down and my cock out. She obediently took me into her mouth, giving me a nice, sexy blowjob even though her wrists were zip-tied behind her back. But I was in no mood to play nice, not with the way she had been frustrating me all week!
I grabbed the back of her head and gave her the skull-fucking she rightly deserved. I really enjoyed her glugs and grunts as I hit the back of her throat. But she didn’t once hesitate. In fact I heard her moan rapturously several times as I pumped hard into her mouth. And her tongue eagerly swirled all around my thrusting shaft.
I was so horny – and she was so talented – that it didn’t take long. She was willing and eager to swallow my load. But I pulled out just as I was about to ejaculate.
I stroked myself as I spurted all over that pretty face of hers. She gasped and moaned as I half-coated her face. Cum hit her hair and eyes, splattering all over her cheeks. It even dripped down onto her sexy tits.
I squeezed out every last drop of cum, making sure she was coated with her new batch of creamy cosmetics. Then my eyes narrowed coldly as I glared at her. “Now you can just wear my cum as you hang, you teasing little whore!”
I grabbed the rope and started to pull, causing her to grunt as I forced her up onto her feet. I kept pulling, making her shuffle around as she tried to climb up onto the stool. I don’t know if she was frightened, excited or a little bit of both as I took her right up onto her toes.
“This is for being such a fucking tease!” I hissed at her. Then I leaned into the rope. I actually elevated her several inches off the stool!
Her eyes flew open in astonishment as her feet fluttered for solid footing. Then she let out a loud “GAWK” as she began to kick wildly. She was already humping like crazy in the direction of me and my rapidly hardening cock.
She rasped and gurgled as she danced up a storm, her cunt spraying the floor of the den in orgasm. It seemed to exhaust her, and for the moment she hung all limp and quiet. But I knew from past experience she was just getting her second wind. Besides, she had already trained me not to take her down right away.
I was already stroking as her legs started to pedal all over again, setting her to twisting and swaying. “That’s it, you teasing whore,” I hissed at her. “DANCE for me!” She gawked and then really started to kick.
Her eyes were glued to my cock as I lewdly stroked it, my eyes focused on her nude, dangling body. She was sexy as hell as she fought the noose. But I made sure I had the rope tight around my waist so she wouldn’t come down prematurely.
She gawked again and then started air-fucking in my direction as though desperately wanting my cock inside her. She jerked and humped like crazy, her eyes all rolled up into the back of her head. I don’t know how, but amazingly it was so damned erotic that I actually spurted a little while I was stroking myself!
When she saw me ejaculate, she let out a raspy gurgle as she began humping violently. Her cunt sprayed the floor as she orgasmed up a storm! I really think she thought it was erotic as hell seeing me cum to her suffering. My spurting cock never failed to set her off.
For a second or two I kind of forgot myself while watching her dance. Then she hung limp and it finally penetrated the erotic haze I was in. I blurted out, “Oh SHIT!” as I quickly let her down.
She collapsed onto the floor and I rushed to loosen the noose. She breathed shallow, her eyes all vacant and glassy. Then she coughed and began to pull in deep breaths.
“You ok?” I asked, berating myself for nearly hanging my dear wife. She nodded as she rubbed her throat. Then she ran a couple of fingers over her face, scooping up some of my cum and then putting her fingers into her mouth.
“Mmm – MMM!” she moaned dreamily. She looked me right in the eyes and told me, “That was the BEST ONE YET, lover!” Then she hugged the stuffing out of me as she kissed me deep and hard before going off to fix dinner.
Can you believe it? She wore my cum all throughout dinner! It was like some trophy she had rightfully earned, and she wasn’t about to wash it off until the dishes were cleared away!
Naturally the sex we had later that night was hot and heavy. We must have fucked like rabbits for a couple of hours! I swear she screamed two or three times in orgasm before we collapsed on top of each other and fell asleep.
I was getting addicted to hanging her… but then again I think she was too. When I came home that Friday from work I wanted to noose her up again so damn bad! But she was in fixing dinner and did not seem to be in the mood. So I let it pass.
Saturday and Sunday were just as frustrating because she didn’t want to play. Before, I hadn’t wanted anything to do with hanging her. Now she had me trained to the point where I wanted to hang her damn near every night!
I came home from work Monday evening all hot and bothered. But when I didn’t see her in the kitchen, my cock stiffened right up in my pants. Happily I found her waiting for me in the den, naked and on her knees.
Her head was lowered, and her arms were behind her back with a familiar zip-tie binding her wrists together. Strangely the noose dangled from the eyebolt in the ceiling without already being looped around her neck. “I’ve been a bad girl,” she murmured softly, her head still lowered.
“You sure as hell have!” I told her, wasting no time pulling my pants down. That dirty bitch had me so horny that I came in her mouth in less than a minute!
I made her swallow my load – and it was a pretty decent load at that. Then I stood her upright. I grabbed the noose, pulled it down and then looped it around her neck. She gasped and moaned as I snugged it tight against her throat.
“Up!” I demanded, pulling on the rope. It forced her to climb up onto the stool in her bare feet on unsteady legs. I could tell she was trembling, no doubt from a mixture of fear and excitement.
“Teasing bitch!” I hissed at her as I took out all the slack. It forced her head to one side, causing her to moan again. Her nipples became amazingly hard.
I reached out and rubbed her pussy while maintaining the tension in the rope. She writhed and whimpered as I fingered her cunt, her pussy clenching around my wriggling digits. She was really wet for it.
“Horny, teasing bitch!” I hissed at her, pulling a little more on the rope. She rasped as she was forced up onto her toes. For the most part my cock remained nice and hard.
She shuffled around a little, struggling to get a decent breath. “You deserve this, you teasing bitch!” I told her. Then I put my weight into it, slowly pulling her up into the air.
Her toes struggled to maintain their connection with the stool until the very last moment. Then her feet fluttered as it fell away. I worked the rope around my waist, making sure I had a good grip on it. Then I began to stroke myself, anticipating the show.
Dottie suddenly exploded in a frenzied series of kicks, her legs flying as she searched for something solid beneath her. It set her to swaying back and forth on the rope, twisting in one direction and then twisting right back. Her nipples were incredibly hard, her pussy seriously winking at me as it glistened with moisture.
“Hang for me, you teasing bitch!” I snarled at her. I guess my words did it for her. All of the sudden she gawked as she began humping the air like crazy.
She made fucking motions in my direction with her naked body as though stretching out to reach my hard cock. It was a lewd, sexual dance as the noose strangled the shit out of her. Then she really sprayed the floor of our den as she gawked again.
I stroked like crazy, backing up and taking her higher into the air. Her eyes seemed to widen even more and she began to kick and pedal all over again. She swung back and forth in a sexy air-dance until my cock began to put out little spurts of cream. Then she went into her fuck-dance again, furiously humping the air until she sprayed the floor a second time.
Just to teach her a lesson I left her up a few seconds longer. Then I brought her down, quickly loosening the noose around her neck and then clipping away the zip-tie. She rasped and gurgled, coughing like crazy.
It took her a few minutes to get her breath back. Then she grabbed me and violently pulled me to her. She kissed me fiercely, moaning into my mouth. Then she let me go, smiling sweetly.
“Sorry, hun. I’ll get dinner started right away.” And just like that she was back to being the dutiful housewife.
That night in bed we 69ed for quite awhile. She deep-throated my cock while I licked her wet pussy like crazy. It left us both immensely satisfied, and we slept soundly until morning.
The rest of the week settled down as though we had both gotten it out of our systems. But on Friday evening I came home all aroused again. I caught her finishing dinner in the kitchen, apparently with no thoughts of hanging in her mind. I was left horny and frustrated.
I thought about it off and on over the weekend. But the two of us had things to do, and we were kept fairly busy. I think she was horny for it too, as a couple of times I saw this faraway look in her eyes. But there was no time to act out our fantasies.
As Monday dragged on I found myself sitting at my desk at work, my cock getting harder and harder just imagining her kicking from the noose. I couldn’t wait to leave the office. By the time I got home I was horny as hell.
Dottie was NOT in the kitchen when I walked in through the front door. Instead she was reclining in one of our rockers, her legs all propped up. She had a glass of wine in one hand and some sort of magazine in the other.
What gave it away was the red corset she was wearing, one that accented her lovely mounds while revealing a tantalizing amount of cleavage. She was also wearing red stockings with high heels, and she had on red lacy panties. It was obvious she was all dressed to kill… well, more like dressed to be hung. I was instantly suspicious, and my cock hardened considerably in my pants.
“What’s for supper?” I asked. Her response made it sound like she was bored or something…
“Couldn’t care less.”
“What’s with the outfit?”
“Felt like it.”
“What about the den?”
“Not interested.”
“Oh yeah?”
Just like that I grabbed an arm and pulled her up off the chair. She let out a squawk as I dragged her into the den. I guess I should not have been surprised to see the noose already in position and a zip-tie lying on my desk.
“Hun; WAIT!” she blurted out as I forced her over to the desk. “I apologize! I’ll get started on supper right away!”
“Not yet, you won’t!” I hissed as I bent her over the desk. She whimpered as I pulled her arms behind her back and zip-tied her wrists together. It was the first time I had ever done that on my own.
“NO – WAIT!” she blurted out as I reached up and grabbed for the dangling noose while grasping her elbow. She was panting heavily, her erect nipples showing right through. She stared up at the coil in horror and then gulped nervously.
“How about if I suck your cock?” she offered in defeat, her shoulders sagging. But I thought I detected a faint glint in her eyes.
“Damn right you’ll suck my cock, you fucking tease!” Then I pulled down my trousers and exposed myself as I forced her to her knees.
She looked at me expectantly as I stood there waiting patiently. Then she leaned forward and went to work. She lovingly took my cock into her mouth, sucking and slobbering all over it as she gave it an excellent swirl of her tongue.
She dutifully licked up and down my shaft, even going so far as to lick and suck my balls. It was an incredible effort; erotic as hell! But I noticed she kept looking up at me with hopeful eyes as though this might buy her way out of the noose.
I wasn’t rough on her or anything; well, not yet anyway. I didn’t even grab her or force her… well, not at first. I simply made her work for it… and work for it she did. It was one hell of a blowjob!
When my cock began to swell, I reached out and grabbed the back of her head. Then I wrapped my fingers around her neck, choking her with my other hand as I began to thrust. “Don’t swallow!” I warned, and she nodded dutifully.
It wasn’t long until I began to spurt into her mouth. I gave her a few hard thrusts; it felt incredible! Then I pulled out of her mouth, keeping my hand wrapped around her throat.
I reached up for the noose and pulled it down, looping it around her neck. Her eyes opened wide in alarm as I snugged it up tight. Then I forced her up onto the stool in those heels, keeping a hand around her throat the whole time as I pulled on the free end of the rope.
I didn’t remove my hand until I had taken all the slack out, putting tension in the rope. “Open your mouth and let me see!” I demanded. She opened her mouth, revealing my cream dutifully collected on her tongue.
“My supper’s not ready… and you’re all dressed like that? You’re such a tease, you dirty whore!” Then I pulled a little more on the rope. She gawked as she was lifted up onto her toes, causing her to shuffle around a little on her heels
“Teasing bitch!” I snarled as I popped the snaps to the garter connected to her stockings. Then I grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs. Naturally she was wet as hell.
She moaned and whimpered as she shuffled around a little more on the balls of her heels. “Teasing bitch!” I repeated, pulling down on her corset. It set her boobs free so I could enjoy seeing them bounce for me as she hung.
“Now I’m going to hang you for being such a tease! And don’t try to tell me you don’t fucking deserve it either! I’m going to enjoy watching you kick and dance as you strangle in the noose! You GOT THAT?”
She nodded obediently as though she fully agreed with me. Then I put my weight into the rope! Her eyes flew open in alarm as it took her right up until she was several inches above the stool.
Dottie’s eyes flashed in pain as the noose took her full weight. Her heels fluttered for solid footing that was no longer there. Then she tried to kick, only to discover her panties had hung up around her ankles.
She tried to pedal… couldn’t. She tried to kick… couldn’t. But she sure set her body in motion with spasmodic jerks as she fought the noose, her arms jerking behind her back. It was almost as though those panties had restricted her freedom somehow, making her actions even more desperate and therefore more erotic.
She rasped and gurgled as she spun and swung. Her body seemed both less animated and yet more animated as a result of those panties around her ankles. Then she began humping in my direction… and humping violently.
I swear that kinky bitch WANTED to see me cum! Some of her spray splattered around my ankles, and she actually lost a heel. I leveraged myself against the rope as I had been doing lately so I could aggressively stroke myself with my free hand at her sexy gyrations.
She finally hung limp, although I swear she was trying to watch me. Then she started to become animated again. Her naked body picked up the pace as she yanked her legs upward.
Her mouth was open, causing cum and spittle to splatter her boobs. She rasped and gurgled, her pace quickening. I stroked harder too, sensing the moment was at hand.
She suddenly began violently humping the air in my direction. It was almost as if she was urging me to cum to her suffering. I couldn’t hold back, and a few small spurts from my cock stained the floor.
It must have excited the poor thing because with a violent kick her other heel went skittering across the floor. Then her panties fell away and she was kicking and rasping like crazy. But her face was a wicked shade of red; it was time to bring her down.
She ended up in a heap on the floor as I rushed to remove the noose and zip-tie. I felt alarmed at how slow she seemed to be coming around. Then she took a deep, ragged breath. Her breathing picked up as her color slowly returned.
I gave her a few minutes to get her breath back. Then she hugged the stuffing out of me. “Lover, that was incredible!!” she gushed. “Let me get cleaned up and dressed so I can take you out for a really nice dinner! You deserve one hell of a reward for a hanging like that!”
© 2014
(written for Dottie Dec 13 by riwa. Illustrations courtesy of El coyote. May he rest in peace.)
(Note: This is a fiction story of fantasy. I’ve NEVER done this in my life, and I would advise you not to either. It sounds very risky and could result in serious injury or death.)