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Keywords: hanging, strangulation, breath control, snuff
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA story: Submission (M/F, mast, hanging, cons, not-quite-snuff)
Date: Thu,  6 Mar 2003 15:10:03 -0500
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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 
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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.

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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.



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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. Damien (a handle, not a name)

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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