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Her Choice
by Navakantam (navakantam1958@yahoo.com)

***

A story of a truly demented BDSM couple who live on the 
edge until one scene that ends in death. (MF, hanging, 
sn)

***

We met over the Internet about a year ago in a BDSM 
chat room. I had previously found some really hot kinky 
women there, but Melanie was entirely different. She 
didn't just do this as an added pleasure, she lived the 
BDSM lifestyle to the max. She lived close so we were 
constantly at each other's apartments after we finally 
met. Hers was dark, Spartan and minimalist to a fault. 
Her only real furniture was a bed. I was in love.

She had an old four poster bed of a Gothic style. There 
were figures carved in the wood like gargoyles. 
Underneath her bed was an equally old chest full of 
every type of medieval hardware you can imagine. When 
she first opened it, I'll have to admit, I was a little 
fearful. I was only a recent convert to the lifestyle, 
but my kink and hers was breath play and I guess the 
danger and fear was what led me to her and kept me 
there.

Almost from the start of our relationship, we played 
some highly dangerous games in an attempt to discover 
the secrets of near death orgasm through asphyxiation. 
This could only be tried with a partner you trust and 
never alone. There are so many stories of mostly men 
who attempted to reveal these incredibly erotic 
secrets, only to be found dead. Families just don't 
understand and usually cover up the incident as simple 
suicide.

We had started our cyber sex play so long ago with 
ideas for auto erotic asphyxia scenes and moved on to 
devising some wild methods to aid us in our search for 
the ultimate high. We were both acting irresponsibly 
and knew it might lead to the death of one or both of 
us, but we could not stop. As each scene was played 
out, we wanted to get ever closer to the edge. For that 
however, we had to meet.

After I found out that Melanie was local, it was a 
match made in heaven. From our first in person session, 
I discovered she was fucking wild and serious about 
finding the ultimate NDE sexual pleasure. I was a match 
for her, but something about Melanie was different. My 
desire was more of a dangerous hobby, hers was an 
obsession. I just happened to be lucky enough to find 
her and be a partner in her quest.

With each time we met, I began to wonder where it would 
end up. I trusted her completely and allowed her to use 
restraints during our play and, basically, anything 
else she wanted to do to or with my body. Melanie loved 
to tease me to the edge and let my arousal build to the 
point where I begged for release. It was during one of 
these sessions that she placed a large plastic bag over 
my head and tied the neck off with a scarf. I looked at 
her with a questioning expression and she just said, 

"It will be OK, honey, trust me."

What could I do? She was in charge and I could not 
move. I began to breathe in my own expended breath. It 
was warm and moist. Melanie just lightly grazed my body 
with her hands as I began to feel lightheaded. I've 
been put to sleep for surgery before and this was just 
like it. I was taking in full breaths, but without 
oxygen, my body began to shut down. 

I could barely keep my eyes open as she smiled over me 
and began to gently use her mouth on my raging hard on. 
Through my thickening haze, I felt my groin grow warm 
with that familiar feeling we all know and love. Just 
as I lost consciousness, my body exploded into her 
mouth. 

The next thing I remember was Melanie looking down at 
me with dripping lips and the bag next to my head. I 
asked how long I'd been out. She just said, "Not long."

"Did you like that?" she said. I simply moaned my 
approval.

"Would you like to do me next?" asked Melanie. I was 
wild for it.

She looked at the calendar and pointed to a Saturday a 
few weeks off. My own schedule was open and couldn't 
wait. Melanie wanted us to meet at her family cabin up 
in the mountains near Pittsburgh. I thought that would 
be incredibly romantic.

Over the next two weeks, we had little contact. I 
almost thought she'd forgotten or changed her mind. I 
needed the address for the cabin. On the Friday before, 
she finally emailed me. I tried to call her, but got no 
answer. All her email said was, "Be prepared for the 
most incredible experience of your life." I was and now 
more than ever. 

I could barely sleep that night. On Saturday morning, I 
awoke and checked my email again. Not a peep. I packed 
a small bag and headed off to the mountains for what I 
hoped would be a wild weekend. If I had only known what 
she had in store for me. It would be the ultimate BDSM 
gift. As I neared the cabin, the road turned to dirt 
and the forest got thick. 

This was really private as I'd hoped. All of a sudden, 
the cabin came into view and I saw her car. My heart 
raced as I got out of the car and walked up the rickety 
steps. The house was very rustic and not in great 
shape, but it was secluded as Melanie had said.

I knocked on the door, but there was no answer so I 
tried to open it. The door opened to a large open great 
room. There was a kitchen at one end and what looked 
like a bedroom and bath at the other end. Still no sign 
of Melanie. I dropped my bag and walked in the 
direction of the bedroom. As I crossed the threshold of 
the bedroom, Melanie was curled up on a large bed 
wrapped up in a blanket. She was crying and looked like 
she had been all night.

I was dumbfounded as she had never cried before and had 
always looked to be too strong for any kind of fear or 
sadness. 

As I approached the bed, she looked up at me and asked, 
"Will you help me in what I want to do no matter what 
it is?" 

I just looked at her and said yes. She just hugged me 
and smiled and wiped her eyes. Melanie truly looked 
happy and relieved. I did want to help her, but could 
not imagine what she wanted. We just hugged for a while 
and then she got dressed and we went for a walk in the 
woods. As we walked and talked, she became so intense 
in her quest. Melanie said the strangest thing to me.

"Will you remember me always?" she said.

"Yes, of course." I said.

"And you won't try to stop me no matter what?"

Again I said, "Yes, of course."

"OK, then." She said as we walked back to the cabin. 

The sun was beginning to fall toward the night and we 
sat at a small table and drank some delightful wine. 
Melanie looked so fatefully calm. She excused herself 
and walked into the bedroom and closed the door. I 
heard some noises and wondered what she was doing. 
After about 30 minutes, she opened the door and told me 
to come in.

When I entered the room, I was stunned. There were four 
ropes tied to the four posts of the bed and a larger 
rope hanging from a beam with a noose. Under the noose 
was a stool. We had enjoyed some breath play and had 
mused about some hanging scenes, but this was the first 
time for this type of scene made ready to use. I 
immediately got hard imagining one of our necks in the 
noose. As I took in the scene, I wondered about safety. 

As it got dark outside, she said, "Are you ready?" I 
said, "Yes."

Melanie instructed me to take off all of my clothes. I 
gladly did so and moved toward her. She then told me to 
lie down in the bed. Again, I did so. She spread my 
legs and began to tie my ankles tightly to the posts. 
Then she tied my arms one at a time. I was now helpless 
for whatever lay ahead. She put a lighter next to my 
right hand, but just out of reach. I was perplexed and 
frightened. Was she going to light me on fire? Was this 
my fate?

Melanie walked over to a bed table and opened the 
drawer. She pulled out two sets of hand cuffs. My cock 
was rock hard now in anticipation. She also pulled out 
a type of harness with a dildo attached where it would 
be in a position to fully penetrate her as she wore it. 
This was so fucking erotic and gave me a sense of fear 
and delight that I'd never felt before. Would I be 
killed tonight for her pleasure? That would be OK, but 
we had so much yet to share. We had talked of this kind 
of scene, but...

She looked at me and said, "I'm going to blow your mind 
now. I hope you appreciate what I'm going to do and 
remember me always."

Melanie walked over to the stool and got herself into 
the harness. She licked the dildo seductively and then 
placed its tip at her vaginal lips. As she pushed it 
inside slowly, deliberately and ever deeper, she moaned 
and closed her eyes. Finally it was in all the way. She 
then fastened the belt parts so that it was tightly 
wrapped around her sweet and slender hips with the 
dildo fully out of view and inside her incredible body. 

She placed one foot on the stool and then stood up on 
it and tried to find her balance. Melanie slowly bent 
over and cuffed her ankles. I suddenly was overcome 
with the fear and the realization of what she was 
doing. I screamed out at her and struggled against the 
ropes. She grabbed the noose and placed it around her 
neck and tightened the knot. I yelled at her again, 
"No!"

"I have to do this. I want to do this for you and for 
me. I need to really feel what it is like to die. The 
only way to do this is to really die. Be happy for me. 
Don't worry. Enjoy this with me."

Melanie reached down and turned on the vibrating dildo 
and I could hear its sensual purring sound. She then 
put her arms behind her back and I heard the cuffs 
click. She was now still and looked so serene and 
wonderful, more wonderful than any sight I had ever 
seen. Just imagine a beautiful woman voluntarily ending 
her life while at the height of sexual release.

She closed her eyes and began to get into the purring 
and vibrations of the dildo inside her body. How I 
longed to be that vibrator. To be inside her as she 
died. While I was excited, I was also horrified as the 
realization that this woman was about to die in front 
of me and how I would explain my situation after she 
was dead.

I watched in amazement as her body responded to the 
vibrator and she began to show the first signs of an 
impending orgasm. If our roles were reversed, I would 
plan my kick off the stool at just before the final 
moment of release. Mind you, I would not want to cum 
before I blacked out, but die with a mind blowing 
sexual high. I really wanted to see Melanie die before 
me. I didn't care of the consequences as long as I got 
to experience this scene.

She was breathing so deeply and sweating as her pelvis 
squeezed against the vibrator. She was beautiful. 
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked at me with 
fear. She slipped and the stool flipped over. For a 
moment, she looked surprised as if this was not her 
plan at all. As if in slow motion before me, her full 
weight pulled her neck tightly and at an angle against 
the noose. She gasped and began to kick violently. She 
was trying to talk, but the noose was too tight.

I suddenly realized that this was supposed to be an act 
to take us to the edge and back. She was kicking and 
making gurgling sounds and froth formed on her lips, 
dripping down her chin. I tried to free myself and 
struggled against the ropes. She looked at me 
pleadingly for help as her body convulsed and began to 
shake from lack of oxygen. 

As I tried to get free, Melanie's body began to settle 
and her breathing or attempts to breathe stopped. I 
could only hear the whir of the vibrator and her body 
just swayed back and for with just the slightest spin. 
Her eyes were wide open looking at me. 

I looked at her body and noticed her pelvic muscles 
squeezing against the still purring vibrator so deep in 
her womb. She was indeed cumming now at the moment of 
death. Her eyes began to flutter and all at once, her 
mouth opened wide to let out one final gasp. Just then, 
it came to me the lighter was next to my hand. That was 
her out, but we never discussed it. 

I used my hand to flick out a flame and began to burn 
the rope. As it broke free, I loosened my cuffs and 
leaped off the bed to her. It took all my strength to 
lift her up and free her neck from the noose. I laid 
her on the bed and gazed at her beautiful, but very 
dead body. Whether she wanted this or not, she was dead 
and there was nothing I could do. 

I was going to be found guilty of something here and 
end up going to jail. I had to think fast of a way out. 
Fuck. 

So he did the only thing he could do. John decided in 
an instant to join his beloved Melanie in the 
afterlife. He gently uncuffed her wrists and ankles and 
replaced the stool under the still hanging noose. He 
carefully climbed up on the stool, and after finding 
his balance, cuffed his ankles tightly. He looked up at 
the noose and back at Melanie, then placed the noose 
around his own neck and pulled down the knot. 

As he stood there holding the other set of cuffs, he 
placed the key in his mouth and then put his arms 
behind his back and cuffed his wrists. He looked at 
Melanie again and swallowed the key. John had condemned 
himself to death. Either he would hang after many hours 
of fatigue and slip pulling the noose tight or he could 
push off and see his dead soul mate that much sooner. 

As has been the dark secret of hangings over the many 
centuries, his penis became painfully erect as if to 
beg for release of it's life giving fluid, somehow 
knowing death was near. John looked down and smiled as 
his body jumped and kicked the stool away. 

His weight jerked the noose. He tried to keep from 
gasping, but the instinct was too strong. As he bucked 
and kicked to try to live, he just saw Melanie waiting 
for him. His face contorted horribly for a few moments 
as his body tried in vain to survive. After a few 
moments, his own last breath gave up it's precious 
oxygen to his starving lungs and heart. 

Then as if on queue, his cock gave up it's own precious 
elixir in a delightfully violent manner befitting of 
the deadly scene. It sprayed almost to the bed where 
the beautiful receptacle lay dead. I do believe John 
smiled as his body stilled. He just hung there swaying 
back and forth gazing at Melanie, his eyes open still. 

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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