I flipped the switch that started the vibrations in the dildo. By body came alive as the vibrating dildo sent waves of pleasure through my body. I took a deep breath and stepped off the books. The rope slipped up high on my neck as I dropped four inches. I felt the air stop flowing into my lungs as the rope jerked my neck up. I knew the rope was not in the best position but it would do for now. I hung there and felt the blood rush to my face and felt the pressure in my lungs. The dildo did its job and it took only a few second for my orgasm. The orgasm made me want to gasp for air but the rope cut off the air. I struggled on the rope and that only made things worse. A second orgasm hit me and I began to dance at the end of the rope. I felt like I was going to black out and reached up to grab the rope above me. I was able to lift enough weight off to get a little air. I reached a foot back to find the stack of books that would take lift my weight off the rope. I realized that during my struggles I had kicked one of the books off. Fear raced through me at the thought I may die at the end of the rope. I was starting to panic and yet the biggest orgasm of my life it me. I was about to black out, as the thoughts of dying hit me, my foot found the books. Even with one missing I was able to stand on the tips of my toes and get the air I so desperately needed. I tried to lift the rope off my neck but with the missing book I was not high enough to get it off. I started trying to untie the knot but it was too tight. My toes and legs were starting to tire and knew i could not stand in this position much long. Finally I had to relax my toes and I felt the rope pull tight around my neck once again. I quickly stood back on my toes and worked on the knot once again. It finally loosened and the rope slipped from around my neck. I collapsed on to the carpeted floor and lay there for about an hour. All the energy in my body seemed to have been sucked out through my pussy.
At last I was able to sit up and noticed the wet spot on the carpet between my legs. I knew I would have to clean the spot off before my husband returned home. I felt my neck and it hurt a lot. A shocking thought hit my mind and I jumped up and ran to the bedroom mirror. I gazed at my neck in the mirror and there was a bright red line across my neck where the rope and dug into it. I panicked at first, at having to hide this mark from anyone. I realized I would be wearing turtle necks shirts for a while. I thought that I was not going to do this again because I had almost and fucked up. I knew that I came close to dying at the end of that rope. I cleaned up the carpet and took the rope down and hid all the evidence of my hanging. I put on a pair of pants and a turtle neck and was relieved the shirt hid the mark well. All the time I remembered the thrill and the orgasms that came at the end of the rope. The guilt was subsiding and I was beginning to think about the next time.
Weeks passed as did the mark on my neck. I had become a different person because my mind could not think of anything except what it was like that day on the rope. My husband and I became distant and it seemed we argued all the time. It was not his fault I just could not think of anything but the hanging. I knew I was obsessed by this time. I knew I had to do this hanging thing again. Only this time I wanted to do it with no chance of escape. I did not particularly want to die but knew if I did it alone there was no other way to do it. I thought about trying to find someone else to help me but this was personal now and wanted to do it myself.
The next several months I worked on all the details. The first thing I needed to do was learn how to make a hangman’s noose. I looked through knot tying books till I found it. It took a while to master, but the final results looked professional. The next matter was how to climb on something that I could not get back on and also take the hanging out of my control. The only thing I could come up with was a chair but that required me to kick it out of the way. I wanted it to be unexpected without my having to do anything. This puzzled me for a long time till I happened to get an idea from a bondage magazine. People use ice to make a timing device for bondage. They could not release themselves till the ice melted. I wondered if I could use it for the reverse process. I went to the home center and bought four 4x4 would blocks two feet long and a piece of plywood one foot by one foot. I took these things home and set the blocks on end and set the plywood on top. I stepped up on the platform and to my surprise it was very stable. I wiggled around a little and it held perfectly. I got the ladder and tied the rope on the hook once again, after carefully measuring the length. Looking at the hangman’s noose dangling from the ceiling brought back a flood of memories of that day and my pussy juices soaked my nylon panties. I sat down on the couch and rubbed my pussy through my shorts as I looked at the noose. It was not long before an orgasm racked my body. I gathered my senses and got back to the task at hand.
I took some half gallon milk cartons and cut the tops off and taped them together. I cut a hole in the long side to fill it with water. I placed the water in the freezer and waited for it to freeze solid. I went back to look at the rope as I waited for the water to freeze. After four hours I checked the water and it was solid, even though I could tell it need more time in the freezer. The block was solid enough for my purposes today. My husband was out of town so I knew I had plenty of time. I peeled the carton off the ice and stood it in a bucket in the living room floor. I set the three wood blocks on end and placed the plywood on top. The ice was a little short but it was close enough. I thought the shorter ice might be better because that would put most of the weight on the ice. I stepped on the platform and the noose hit me in the face. The thought of putting the noose around my neck was tempting but this was not the right time. I just wanted to stand on the platform to see how long it took the ice to melt and collapse the platform. Two hours later the platform was still solid. Even as I fidgeted on my tired feet the platform did not collapse. Then suddenly I felt myself falling on the floor as the ice gave way. Stunned, I looked at the platform and it was laying in a heap on the floor. I knew if the ice were frozen longer it would take longer to melt. I was not sure how long I wanted the agony of standing on the platform to last. When the time came the agony would include the knowledge that I was going to die. I filled the carton once more and placed it in the freezer. I was going to try another test the next day with the hard frozen ice.
That night I slept little thinking about the test of that day and the test to come. Just standing on the platform knowing what it was for could bring on mild orgasms. After sleeping only four hours I rose early that morning. I went to the freezer and checked the ice. I peeled the carton off and it was solid as a brick. I left the ice block in the freezer to keep it frozen. I decide to go ahead and write the letter to my husband explaining what I was going to do and why. I am not sure if the explanation was good, but at least Iwanted to let him know it was not his fault. This took most of the morning.I decided to go through the process as close as I could to the real thing. I laid the note on the coffee table and then took the ladder and let the rope out about a foot. This would give me a drop before the rope took my life. I set up the platform of wood and ice. I decided to skip the bucket since I wanted this to be as real as possible. I placed a mirror against the wall so that I could watch myself. I had to adjust the mirror several times before it was just right. I went to the bedroom and got the handcuffs that I had hidden. I went back to the living room and locked one cuff around my right wrist. The only difference between this test and the real thing was I would keep the handcuff keys in my hand so that I could release myself. I strapped on the dildo and turned it on. I smiled as the toy sent pleasant sensations into my pussy. I stepped on the platform and put the noose around my neck. I pulled the noose tight around my neck and looked at the scene in the mirror. I looked down and could see water forming on the carpet around the ice. I locked the other cuff around my left wrist and almost dropped the key.
I thought that would have been in a mess to drop the key at this point. I thought about getting down and tying the key to my hand with a string. The dildo felt so good I decided against it. After about thirty minutes my hands started getting numb from being cuffed behind my back and lack of movement. Fifteen minutes later I decided to unlock the cuffs and stretch my hands and arms. I moved the keys to my numb fingers and reached around to put it in the lock. The key slipped from my fingers, but I caught it against my body. I tensed at the thought of dropping the key. I worked the key up my body until I could get the key in my hand once again. This was difficult since my hands were numb from lack of movement. I got the key up enough to curl my fingers around it. As I started to clasp the key in my hand again, I felt it slip between my fingers. I caught the key between my fingers and I started breathing again. I had almost lost my chance of escape. As I relaxed, the momentarily forgotten dildo brought me to a small orgasm.
My body tensed and then I heard the horrible sound as the key slipped from my fingers and landed on the plywood platform. I looked down and the key lay beside my right foot. I did not panic and still thought there might be a chance to retrieve the key. I grabbed the key with my toes and brought it up with my foot. I felt the platform wobble and stopped. I knew if the platform fell this would be the end. Once again I brought my foot up slowly behind me. I could not get the key close enough to my hand. After several attempts my body began to ache from the straining and then the key slipped once again. This time I watched as the key fell, almost in slow motion, to the floor. My mind raced for a way to get out of the trap, but knew there was none. I had planned this too well. I looked at the clock and had been on the platform for an hour. The puddle of water on the floor spread out nearly a foot around the ice.
Reality hit me as I knew this was it, I was going to die today. It is a strange feeling when you know for sure ahead of time you are going to die. I thought of the feelings I had about this and knew I wanted it but was not expecting it today. I had planned on it to happen a week from now. in that time I had wanted to pay the bills and clean the house well and have great sex with my husband one more time and mostly to tell him I love him. I looked at the note and wondered if I had mentioned my love for him. My mind ran through the note but could not say for sure if I told him of my love. I looked at the clock and it had now been an hour and a half. The last test took two hours before the block broke but this time it would be longer. My mind came back to the dildo inside of me and I concentrated on the building orgasm. This one rack my body and I shook all over. My knees gave away and the rope around my neck caught me. I gagged as the rope took my breath away. I struggled to stand up again and felt the platform rock. Even though I could not breath, I stopped until the platform became steady. As the orgasm subsided I stood up once again and relished the air as it poured into my lungs.
My body ached from standing so long. The clock showed it had been two hours since this folly started. I concentrated on why I wanted to do this to start with. I began to accept what was going to happen and remembered the feeling of being strangled by the rope. The dildo started building another orgasm. I could tell this one was going to be a big one. I looked at the clock and it had been two and a half hours. I also knew the block could not last much longer. The puddle of water was now spread out several feet around me. This orgasm was building slow. I guess because of all the others I have had. I felt the platform give about and inch. A thought came to my mind about how I could avoid this disaster. I could move to the middle wooden block and put my weight there and the platform would not fall. I easily stepped over to the wooden block and heard the ice block fall onto the floor in a half frozen pile. I was right, the platform held. I knew I would not be able to move or I was gone.
I looked at the clock and it had been four hours. My body ached, but there was no chance of moving even a little. I had to be perfectly still to keep the platform from falling. The orgasm that was building hours ago stopped and kept me on the brink of maybe the biggest orgasm of my life. It seemed the orgasm was waiting for me to fall.
Eight hours later my legs strained to hold me upright. The orgasm still hung just over the edge. Hope had faded that someone would come by unexpectedly to save me. I could not stand this any longer. I wanted to rest and I desperately wanted the orgasm that would not come. This was no longer a game but torture. There was only one way to end this and that was to let the platform fall. I stepped to the side of the platform where the ice once was. I heard the wood fall away. The next thing was the feeling of relief as the weight came off my legs. Then there was the falling feeling that came to an abrupt halt as the rope caught my fall and snapped at my neck. The sudden weight of my body on the rope caused something to pull and hurt. I thought at first my neck was broken, but knew it must have been a muscle tearing. The rope stopped the air from going into my lungs once again and I began to struggle against the rope. The orgasm that had been building for hours finally came and I looked like a bucking bronco on the rope as it raged through my body. I had never felt anything like this in my life. My body was still trembling with the orgasm as I looked in the mirror and saw my blue face. I knew the end was near and accepted it but, also I still struggled on the rope. My struggling made the rope pull harder against my neck and at one point I felt as it if my head was going to rip off. I could see darkness closing over my eyes as my struggling ceased and only twitched at the end of the rope. I watched my naked body twitching as the final darkness came. As the darkness closed I orgasmed once more and then felt my body give up. My bladder gave way and piss began to run down my legs and into a puddle on the soaked carpet. My bowels gave way and shit followed the piss down my legs. My last thought was of the sight I would be when my husband came home. The struggle ended and darkness came.
The End
', 'hanging,masturbation', 'A woman takes her fantasy of hanging to the edge. Does she go over the edge? ', '2009-03-31 15:42:03'