Hanging Dee for Fun and Pleasure

"Are we really going to do it?" you ask me.

"Yes Dee," I reply. "we really are."

Turning to you, I remove the top button of your blouse. Your throat looks more beautiful now...more beautiful than ever. It glows in health, so firm , so young and sensual. The two tender rings encircling it stab at my heart with want and desire. Their beauty tortures me. My index finger traces the highest, most perfect ring of the two but they are both so faint that I can only feel the smoothness of your soft skin. The indentations they make, just visible to the human eye, are invisible to the touch. Just soft flesh lies beneath my finger. Your neck is simply enchanting, Dee.

I put my two hands around it and feel your pulse hammering against my palm. Pressing, even lightly, accelerates the blood coursing through this lovely column of yours. You swallow and I can feel your apple move. It excites me and I want to press it with my thumbs but you've already promised to let me hang you, so I release your neck with little remorse or anguish. Kiss me, my dear sweet girl and let my kisses in return sooth away your doubts and fears.

I unbutton your blouse, one slow button at time...we are in no hurry. Slipping off your blouse I kiss the exposed flesh below your collarbones. You accept my homage in a distracted manner and I wonder if that faraway look in your eyes has conjured up the vision if that dispassionate noose, waiting to come alive around your delicious neck. You touch the smooth place on your throat where the top ring resides, knowing that it is there where the noose will press, with the entire weight of your body behind it. Your nipples distend with thoughts of that fatal rope burying itself into the flesh of your throat, taking that delicate crease with it as you strangle slowly, your body turning, dangling, your feet stretching to reach the floor, eventually reaching into forever.

I remove your bra, exposing your fresh, young breasts...they are at the height of their loveliness. I bury my face between them, denying my own breath. I hold my face against the deadly softness for as long as I can, then suddenly pull it away, greedily sucking in some badly needed oxygen. I lick your nipples and you squirm a bit. You help me with your belt and loosen the waist band while I I remove your boots. We're almost done now and I'm just stunned by your beauty, standing there like a goddess, clothed only in your panties and dark stockings. To remind me of your mortality, I strip them off your miraculous body.

The rope, a nice thick piece of woven velvet, is already set up in the basement, tested at the beam and post. They're sturdy enough. I ask you if you want your wrists bound but you say no. We walk down the narrow staircase into the measurably cooler, subterranean chamber. You shiver and goose bumps rise across your skin in protest. Upon turning the corner, what you see stops you in your tracks. A noose, suspended and waiting for your soft neck and that delicate, untouchable crease that embraces the higher reaches of your throat. I hear a tiny whimper and we're both immediately wet. I watch you raise your chin as you gaze upon the noose, exposing your doomed throat, its softly molded muscles stretching as you lift your sweet head. You are a vision, Dee! that white skin of your living body turns luminous in the shadows of the cellar. The apparent vulnerability of your throat expresses a kind of innocence. The stool beneath the noose awaits you in a strange and surreal vision.

"We're here, honey."

You just stand there, frozen to the spot. Your mouth drops open; your eyes take in the solitary noose that awaits you. Fear makes your knees weak.

"Here, let me help you," I say. "Up you go...OK now, put the noose around that beautiful neck of yours...that's right. It's better, sweetheart, if you become your own accomplice. You'll feel more in control that way."

First you steady yourself. Then taking the noose in both hands, you slip it over your head. Looking at you standing there with the noose around your pretty neck, tugs at my heart but, at the same time, it gets my juices going. As I watch you I begin to touch myself, bringing my clitoris to attention.

"Are you ready yet?"

"Oh Michelle," you whimper. There's a quiver in your voice.

"Are you ready to hang by your lovely neck, Dee honey?"

You look at me and plead with your blue eyes. A single tear rolls down your cheek. I really shouldn't be so mean, I suppose, but I am so captured by this moment that I just get carried away. The sweat glints on your skin and forms little drops...evidently you don't feel the cold air on your undressed skin anymore. Already your pussy throbs and the lubrication from you glorious vagina glistens on the tips of your pubic hair, a shade darker than that of your head.

I bury my face in your beautiful cunt. You moan as your squirming body tries to maintain its balance. With my face resting against the soft folds of your labia and my tongue tingling the tip of your clitoris, I wrap my arms around your waist and hug you...oh baby, I hug you so tight...hold you so close to me as I lift you away from the stool, knocking it over with my right leg. I can feel the fear coiling through your body, just before the bite of the noose. As I relax my hold on you in tiny increments, you feel the noose slowly tighten. Your clitoris is so hot and so hard against the tip of my tongue, that it burns and I release you into the air.

For the first few seconds your body freezes, almost as if you're afraid to move. I can hear the creak of the rope as it stretches out and becomes taut. Your lovely body, like a timepiece, revolves around itself in slow turns and your face wears a mask of astonishment. You suddenly awaken to the pressure under your chin and at the upper part of your throat where the pretty, almost invisible crease lies. The noose hugs your throat like an angry lover and you realize, more fully now, that you are actually hanging by your neck! The whole weight of your body is carried by the noose and the incredible pressure it creates quickly becomes unbearable. It stops all of your breath from reaching your lungs. You're strangling now, perhaps to death, and you begin to struggle.

Your legs kick and your toes desperately stretch out in a vain attempt to reach anything. There is a burning sensation in the hidden folds of my labia and my clitoris becomes hard as I stand, captured by the spectacle before me...Dee hanging by her precious neck! My heart thunders inside me and I touch my own throat as I watch, feeling my own uppermost Venus ring which mirrors the place on your throat where it meets the noose. It digs into your seductive flesh, the same place that I have often covered with soft kisses and sometimes tears as you held and comforted me over some sad, half-forgotten trifle. Your struggling body casts crazy shadows on the walls as if synchronous phantoms share in your dance of death.

In your garden of torture, pleasure blooms, growing right out of the pain in your throat and quickly connecting with your clitoris. As you continue to struggle and strangle, a violent orgasm interrupts your dance, searing it way through your body. It rapidly changes into a scarlet flower of ecstasy, unfolding itself petal by petal, sending you on a fast track to the blissful nirvana. Your knees flex and a great shudder passes straight through you. Your body convulses again.

That's when I awaken with a start from my trance, finding myself in the midst of my own orgasm. Even though I'm still cumming, I grab onto you and try to place you back on the stool but your legs can no longer support your body and you slump, the noose still digging into you soft, vulnerable neck With your skin acquiring a bluish cast, I panic and flick out my straight razor, slicing through the taunt rope and it divides immediately, releasing you. You drop to the floor before I can break your fall.

I release the noose quickly, noticing the red ring encircling your neck and force some of my own breath into your mouth. You take it in but then start coughing and rasping, your fingers automatically going to your throat., still lovely despite it bruising. Then, kissing you all over, I hold onto your shuddering body and you quietly weep.

When your eyes dry you look at me and ask with a slight smile, "Did you come?"

I nod, smiling back at you and say, "Yes, honey, I did."

"I did too," you reply, "But I suppose you already know that."

"Yes Dee, I already do know that," I tell you softly and you give me an embarrassed smile.

Helping you to your feet, we leave the cold cellar and retire to your warm bed, snuggling next to each other. We cover our faces and necks with the softest and most tender of kisses possible.