It was early evening when Racheal touched up her makeup, then changed into her new festive red fetish outfit before heading downstairs to await her lover’s arrival from work. Pausing
to light the candles, she locked one of the wrist restraints around her left wrist and stepped onto the waiting stool. Adjusting the noose around her neck, Racheal positioned the hangman’s
knot just in front of her left ear and slipped the blindfold over her eyes. A moment later, she locked her right wrist within the remaining restraint, securing her wrists helplessly behind her back.
I stood on that stool with my wrists secured and that deadly noose snug around my neck, wondering if tonight would be the night. For years I’ve always been into solo autoerotic noose play, but it
wasn’t until I met my latest lover, Jason, that I told anyone about my darkly secret passion.
He loves that I wear revealing fetish outfits and come downstairs before he arrives. He usually opens a bottle of wine before he kicks the stool out from beneath my heels. Then, he enjoys a glass
or two while he watches me desperately struggle as the noose gradually grows tighter around my neck.
Since that first night, Jason has been hanging me several nights a week. At first, he’d only let me swing for a few minutes, but over the last few months, he’s been letting me hang for longer and
longer durations. For the last few nights, I’ve been on the verge of losing consciousness before he finally relented. Somehow, I find it delightfully arousing to think it’s merely a matter of time
before I hang long enough to die for his amusement. What she didn’t know was that he did.
Standing nearby, a glass of wine in his hand, Jason could see the familiar look of eager anticipation on Rachel’s lovely face as he struggled to control his anger. He’d suspected something was wrong
but never in his worst nightmares had he imagined Rachel was having one-night stands while he was traveling for work. That was until a friend noticed Racheal leaving a nearby hotel bar with a stranger.
Regrettably, even though it was the week before Christmas, he knew what to do. Pausing to take another sip of wine, he casually kicked the stool from beneath Racheal’s feet. Watching Racheal struggling
against the inevitable, he knew there would be no last-minute reprieve tonight. Tonight, Racheal would hang from that noose until she was dead. He’d cut her down in the morning and dispose of her body.
Fortunately, his friend, who brought Racheal’s indiscretions to his attention, also owned a crematorium...