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Authors name: Zack (finnedfordfan@hotmail.com)
Story title : Auto Erotica
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Auto Erotica
by Zack (finnedfordfan@hotmail.com)
***
11 years ago, I discovered the kinky pleasure of auto-
erotic asphyxia. To say this is very dangerous is an
understatement, and I have had a few close calls where
I had to have my limp, unconscious body cut down from
the beam I hanged myself from and be revived. (MF,
axphixia)
***
I know only too well about the very high risk of death,
but this is a risk I have been more than willing to
take. But, I have had several fantasies about sexual
contact with a mate during my kinky little activity,
preferably with one of the opposite sex. This is one of
those fantasies.
***
I meet this woman who very quickly comes to know how
much I get turned on as I am hanged by my neck, and she
is more than willing to watch me as I step off my stool
and dangle with the tight noose around my neck, and she
wants to hang me until I ejaculate and slip into
unconsciousness. In fact, the thought of seeing me as I
hang and ejaculate turns her on too.
She wants to tie my wrists behind my back and tie my
ankles together, then 'stimulate' me before drawing the
stool from under my feet, kind of like an execution.
"An execution is ever soooooo sexy." she tells me.
I feel I can trust her to time it right before I go
over the line too far and reach that critical point
where to return would be fruitless. I might as well be
left until my life is terminated. But she wouldn't let
me go that far, now would she? Right? Right..
So we prepare the sight for my hanging. My stool, one
foot high, for me to stand on, placed under the
appropriate beam for me to hang from. The silk rope,
three-quarters of an inch thick is already wrapped
around the beam, and the noose is opened, awaiting to
be passed over my head and tightened around my neck. We
bring two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine to
toast me before I hang, and to toast me again hopefully
after I am cut down and revived.
My clothes are removed and I am totally nude. My penis
is already rock hard with anticipation. I am excited,
as is the lady who will 'execute' me. Before I hoist my
body up onto the stool, she pours two glasses of wine,
one for each of us. 'To your execution, my love. May
you enjoy it as much as I do.' she toasts me. We drink.
Then I hand her my glass and step up onto the stool.
As I prepare to slip the noose over my head, she takes
a white silk chord and wraps it twice around my ankles
then ties a very tight knot. I can feel the excitement
building as I thrust myself up onto my toes enough to
get my head through the opening of the noose. I grasp
the coil and draw the rope tight, placing the rope so
that it crosses my throat just above my rather
pronounced adam's apple. The knot is placed between my
left ear and the back of my spine, closer to my spine.
"Don't put it against your spine, my love," she
cautions me, "I don't want your neck broken."
As I lower myself down until my feet are flat, the
noose begins to greatly restrict my breathing. The rope
is quite tight now, and won't allow too much of a drop.
After all, I must be hanged so that my feet arte well
off the floor. It is soooo sexy that way. But there is
no discoloration in my face, yet. The strangulation
feels ever soooo sexy.. Sexier than it ever felt. 'This
is soo cool.' I think. I then place my two wrists
together behind my back, and the lady takes a second
white silk chord and twice wraps it around my wrists,
tying the knot tight.
I am now very, very hard, and ready to be executed by
this lady. My life is now in her hands. And I am
trusting her. Before the stool is drawn from under my
feet, the lady leans forward and takes my organ into
her mouth. As she bobs up and down, I feel very
stimulated, no doubt greatly assisted by the very tight
rope around my neck. I almost begin to ejaculate inside
her mouth. I find myself holding back. The rope is
squeezing my neck. My lungs are struggling for air. My
heart is pounding with excitement.
I cannot wait any longer. I look down at the beautiful
lady who is about to hang me. "Do it!!" I call out.
"Hang me!" I plead.
The lady straightens herself up and looks up at me. She
puts a foot up against the stool. "Hang, Zack," she
says with a high level of excitement. "Hang until you
are dead." Then she pushes the stool out from under my
feet.
I only drop a couple of inches, and I can feel the
noose tighten. My body stretches as does my neck. I
feel a stiff jerk, and a numbing sensation in my neck.
Not broken, just a beautiful sensation. A very
beautiful sensation. My feet are several inches above
the floor. I twist and squirm, and with each movement,
the nose slips tighter and tighter.
My breath is gone. My throat sealed off. The arteries
are also sealed off. Nothing to or from my head. My
neck strains. It's all very, very sexy. Within a couple
of seconds the lady is leaning forward and has taken my
rock-hard penis into her mouth. After only one up-and-
down motion, I begin to ejaculate into her mouth. I
shoot. And I shoot again. I can't stop. Pure ecstasy...
I twist again, even as I am ejaculating into her mouth.
The strangulation feels ever so sexy.. Double pure
ecstasy. Seconds tick by: Three... four... five...
six... seven... Total ecstasy as I continue to shoot my
load into her mouth. Her mouth is full and I feel her
take a swallow, then continue to take my semen.
Eight seconds... nine... ten... eleven...
I am at the edge.
Twelve seconds... thirteen... fourteen... fifteen...
Suddenly, my eyes begin to see bright flashes and my
ears roar. My semen is still shooting into her mouth, I
feel it still. I begin to cross over the edge. I am
very light headed.
Sixteen seconds... seventeen... eighteen... nineteen...
Then I begin to fade. The strangulation from the tight
noose around my neck is delivering me. All starts to go
dark.
Twenty seconds... twenty-one... twenty-two... twenty-
three...
My eyes close. My body relaxes and goes very limp. My
semen is still oozing from my stiff organ and she is
still taking it in her mouth while licking me and
sucking.
I am over the edge. I am unconscious. I am executed!
BLACKNESS!
The lady is still milking my semen as she feels my body
go limp. Once she feels me hanging very still, she
raises her head. She swallows the mouthful she has and
she looks up at my body: My face, dark purple, but
looking peaceful. My eyes and mouth are closed.
She eyes the very tight noose digging into my skin. My
neck looks stretched. The strangulation is very sexy to
her. A minute goes by, then two minutes. She steps back
to 'observe' my body hanging from the gallows beam. I
look exceptionally sexy to her.
She picks up the wine bottle and her glass and pours
herself a drink. She washes the semen down. 'This wine
never tasted so good.' she thinks. She refills her
glass and looks up at me, my life slipping away for her
pleasure. Three minutes pass, then four, then five. She
approaches me one last time and draws some more semen
still oozing from my penis. Another drink. Then she
sets the glass and bottle down and bend over.
She unties the silk chord around my ankles and allows
my legs to dangle free. Then she goes around to my back
and unties my wrists, allowing my arms to dangle freely
at my sides. She then walks around and stands a few
feet away from me and watches. Six minutes, then seven,
then eight, then nine, then ten.
She picks up her glass and raises it to me: "To you,
Zack darling. Hope you enjoy eternity."
Twelve minutes pass, then fourteen. Now beyond the
point of return. My head has been deprived of blood and
oxygen too long.
Sixteen minutes... eighteen, then twenty.
A check of my pulse: still there, but very, very weak
hardly there at all. A little longer. Twenty-two
minutes, twenty-four, twenty-six. My pulse is gone. My
body is at rest. My execution is now complete.
She continues to watch my limp, lifeless body. The rope
creaks from my weight, yet she continues to watch.
"Sweet dreams Zack," as she dresses and leaves, while
first cleaning any surfaces that she might have touched
bare handed.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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