The Hanging

The Hanging

Part 1.

Stephen is an extremely sexually submissive male and for many years he has been visiting a very strict BDSM Mistress in Devon. Her name is Mistress Vyki and together they particularly enjoy ‘role-playing’ his darkest fantasy - one that involves different ways of a naked, helpless Stephen being hung until dead in front of a group of women who become dripping wet and shamelessly sexually aroused by the obscene spectacle of his slow strangulation.

When Stephen and his Mistress play these very serious ‘edge games’, Mistress Vyki always has one or two of her female slaves in attendance to witness his near-death. The slaves are usually frantically fingering their own dripping cunts or sucking each other’s nipples as they watch him struggle.

Sometimes the pretence has got very close to the real thing and Stephen’s life has, on occasion, been in danger. However, from Stephen’s perspective - the pretence has not been close enough.

In fact, Stephen has always thought that his visits to Mistress Vyki for bondage, torment and execution were really training sessions for the real thing. He truly believes that one day Mistress Vyki will grant his ultimate wish.

Their latest session started, as always, with a naked Stephen on his knees as a sign of his total submission, kissing his Mistress’ swollen cunt and telling her: “Mistress, I am your slave. I come willingly to your execution chamber and I humbly ask that I be sacrificed for your pleasure!”

That is normally the signal for Mistress Vyki to tell Stephen that he was going to hang that day. He would spend the next two hours suffering at the hands of her two female slaves, which would be followed by a simulated execution.

On this occasion Mistress Vyki’s response was quite different. “Slave Stephen, look at me,” she said, her voice thick with lust. “At last your wish will be granted. In just under two weeks from today I have arranged for you to be hanged in front of a large audience of both men and women and you will die as slowly and as painfully as you deserve.” She added, “Believe me slave, I am being quite serious.”

Stephen was caught completely by surprise and didn’t answer. “Of course if you are no longer serious about submitting to your execution, you can get up and leave right now,” she said contemptuously when she saw Stephen’s obvious shock. “I thought you wanted to sacrifice your life for my pleasure.”

“I do, I do,” he answered. “I am just stunned! Mistress. Is this a joke? Are you teasing me?”

“I have never been more serious in my life,” she replied, slowly rubbing her cunt as she spoke. “Well slave, do you want to hang for me?”

Stephen looked up at her and said, “Mistress, I will gladly hang for you.”

As he said those words, he realised with some astonishment that he was being absolutely sincere!

For years now he had experienced incredible feelings of absolute submission and the idea of being hung was always an obsessive and powerful source of excitement and erotic arousal. It was the ultimate submissive act and something he definitely wanted to experience. The only problem was that to experience his own execution, he would actually have to die. And until that precise moment, kneeling in front of his Mistress, he had thought he wasn’t ready for that.

But while he didn’t really want to die, he fully understood that this was the price he had to pay in order to experience that final act he craved so much. He knew that no matter how well Mistress Vyki staged or simulated his execution, there was no way to emulate the notion that it’s for real; that he was actually going to die and that the people watching were going to be turned on by watching a naked man on the end of a rope dying for their entertainment. And so at that precise moment in his life, he realised in amazement that he was actually ready to pay that price. Pure, burning lust was coursing through his body at the idea of feeling the noose about his neck. His cock was pulsing violently on the very edge of orgasm.

He looked up at Mistress Vyki and reaffirmed his decision, “Yes Mistress, I want you to hang me for real; hang me until I am dead.”

“Good,” Mistress Vyki answered, her own cunt now visibly dripping down her thighs. “Because I have been told of a woman that wishes to be hanged with a man, both naked, in front of a group of women and men. If you both agree, I will hang the two of you together and make a great deal of money at the same time.”

That news that he would hang with a woman dramatically increased his excitement and expectations for the event. For the first time in his life as a submissive man he faced his execution not as a daydream, but as a very real possibility. Now he was starting to believe that he was going to die - hanged by his Mistress very soon — and he was actually looking forward to it!

And the idea of being strung up naked and rock-hard beside a naked woman greatly increased his desire. All hesitation had vanished.

Two hours later after the most intense BDSM session he had ever experienced, he was suspended from his wrists, recovering from a severe flogging and a massive orgasm brought on by one of Mistress Vyki’s female slaves sucking his cock with hungry devotion. Mistress Vyki approached him before starting to untie his bonds and asked again if he truly wanted to hang. “Are you sure you will submit for your execution, or have you changed your mind already?”

Instead of answering directly he said, “Will you get pleasure from hanging me, Mistress?”

“It will be the greatest orgasm of my life,” she responded, her voice husky with arousal.

“In that case, please hang me. I would do anything to please you. I am yours to hang until dead, my wonderful Mistress,” he answered, already getting the beginning of another erection.

She smiled and Stephen could see that his total devotion to her had excited her deeply. She placed one hand between her own legs, rubbing her swollen, soaked cunt, and the other around his thickening cock and proceeded to masturbate them both with slow, filthy strokes.

“We are going to have so many orgasms over the next few days,” she said with peals of wicked laughter. Stephen agreed completely, lost in lust.

As he was about to leave her house, she handed him a note with a telephone number and the name Alicia.

“Call her. She is the one who wants to be hanged. I have never met her but I understand she is absolutely serious.” “I will, Mistress,” Stephen answered and as soon as he was outside, unable to suppress his excitement, he dialled the number.

A pleasant female voice answered. “Alicia? Hello, my name is Stephen. You don’t know me, but my Mistress tells me that perhaps you and I are going to end up as a couple - a couple dangling on the end of a pair of ropes. We should meet, don’t you think?”

He could hear her gasp in surprise and a couple of seconds passed before she recovered. “ ….Oh!… Er…… But yes, of course,” and after a pause she continued, “What about dinner tonight?”

Stephen readily accepted - there was not a moment to lose - and later that evening Stephen and Alicia were sitting on the terrace of a waterfront restaurant in Torquay. Anyone looking on would have seen a mature but extremely attractive couple who appeared to be on their first date.

During the first ten minutes or so they maintained polite conversation about generalities and ordered salads and white wine. After the waiter left with their orders Stephen immediately broached the subject that was at the forefront of their minds.

“Alicia, why don’t you tell me why you want to hang,” he said. “Where should I begin?” she replied. “Since I can remember, I have dreamed of being hanged naked in front of a room full of people and I think it’s time to make my fantasy come true.”

Stephen remained silent, so she continued. “First they were just exciting fantasies but my orgasms were always more powerful when they involved a noose. Later I met people on the Net who expressed a similar interest and I started to play with nooses. The games got more and more serious and I have actually been hung for a few moments. It was so exciting and I orgasmed so powerfully. But I always want more and now my fantasies have grown into obsession and the so called role-play just doesn’t satisfy me any longer. I can’t have normal relationships with men and it’s more and more difficult for me to concentrate on my job. So I have reached the conclusion that the only road for me is to be hanged for real - once and for all.” “Get it out of my system so to speak!”

Although Stephen was totally in tune with her feelings, he continued to say nothing and after a short silence Alicia continued. “In my dreams I am executed with a man, so I started to look for someone… I told myself that if a suitable volunteer eventually turned up I would go all the way.” “And here you are,” she said excitedly.

“Mmmm,” Stephen said, “I haven’t agreed quite yet.” “Do you want to die?” he asked.

“No, not at all! But the only way to experience what I crave is to know that I am going to be executed for real. And unfortunately, the price for that is death. If you know that it’s just a game you don’t feel the same. I want the ultimate experience and I am now ready to pay that price.”

Stephen was amazed at the similarity of their feelings and even in the form in which she was expressing them but he needed to dig deeper.

“Alicia, could you explain to me what it is that excites you so much about hanging?” he enquired, trying to maintain a neutral expression.

“It’s difficult,” she said. “I don’t even understand myself. But when I think of being tied up and led to my execution, naked in front of an audience, helpless and humiliated; everybody knowing that I am so twisted that I have volunteered and asked to be hung, and later standing noosed, ready to hang, my arousal evident for all to see, waiting for my agony to start… It’s a real turmoil of beautiful, filthy lustful emotions. The idea of dying for the sexual pleasure of others excites me so very much.”

“I really don’t understand it,” she said. “I guess I am an extreme submissive and an exhibitionist.”

Stephen continued to say nothing and she continued. “And before you ask - yes, I am frightened, I am terrified. But I can’t go on like this. I think that if I don’t do it now that I have the chance, I will die by accident on my own in some auto-erotic game that goes wrong without all the wonderful experience of a proper public execution. If you don’t agree I will regret it for the rest of my dull life.”

Her face was flushed and her eyes were sparkling when she described her emotions and Stephen was getting carried away by her passion and already had a huge, throbbing erection.

“You probably think I am a crazy pervert,” Alicia said, “And honestly I don’t even understand this myself!”

Stephen finally broke his silence. He reached out and took her hand. “Oh but I do understand Alicia! You have described exactly my feelings.” “And so eloquently.”

Relief flooded across her face. “I thought it was just me,” he said, “that I was alone with these dark thoughts.”

Stephen continued, “Alicia, I think of nothing else but of hanging naked in front of an audience, my cock hard and thrusting upwards as the noose does its work.”

“I am a deeply submissive man and I want and need to give myself totally for the pleasure of my Mistress.”

Alicia could see the genuine excitement in Stephen’s face and could hear it in his voice.

He went on, “Every time I masturbate I have a noose around my neck. All my pornographic pictures are of men and women being hung. I spend a fortune on chat lines getting women to hang me! My Mistress pretends to hang me but none of this is enough! There is always something missing and that’s my actual death.”

“Alicia, I desperately want that sense of inevitability, to know that I am about to die!” “I want that beautiful moment.”

Stephen stopped speaking and tears came into his eyes. Alicia looked at Stephen and knew she had found her man. “Stephen,” she said, “I am afraid that our life expectancies may suddenly have become very short. We have every chance of finding ourselves thrashing, kicking, and fighting our nooses side by side. We will be a great spectacle hanging naked together.”

Stephen nodded. “Alicia, I am almost in agreement.” He paused to look her in the eyes, “but I still haven’t said yes. I need to be certain about you.”

The food arrived and they ate in silence for a few minutes.

Stephen looked at Alicia. She really was a very attractive woman with all her curves in the right place. It would be wonderful to watch her hang.

“Listen Alicia,” he said, “Do you realize that we’ll probably change our minds the moment we are hung and feel the noose tightening around our necks? We’ll ask ourselves how we could have been so stupid as to submit to that torture. It isn’t the same to hang knowing that you will be taken down shortly. You will be hanging knowing that you will be there until you die.”

“Yes,” said Alicia, “You may be right. But at that point I would have already lived through the most exciting part: the preparations, the anticipation, the excitement of being on display and having a noose around my neck….. If I change my mind at that point it doesn’t matter. I will be hanging naked with you and nobody is going to take me down.”

She went on, “My pleasure will start the very moment I truly believe for sure that I definitely am going to hang. And if you agree, that will start right now.”

She looked at Stephen expectantly - almost imploringly. Stephen could see her feelings were very intense and her enthusiasm was infectious. He knew that he wanted to hang with this amazing woman but he didn’t want to say yes and then have her change her mind later. So he continued testing her resolve a little more.

“Look Alicia I want you to know how our execution will happen. If we agree to go ahead, my Mistress will be our executioner and she will use the short drop method to string us up in order to lengthen the show’s duration and increase the pleasure for the paying guests. So our necks won’t break. Instead we will slowly strangle in our nooses and it will be extremely painful.”

Stephen was looking at her face and realised that his speech was making her more aroused than frightened. Her left hand had disappeared under the table and he guessed it was between her legs, rubbing her soaked cunt. He kept going.

“Once we are hanging, the first moments will be of total panic. The pain in the neck and the asphyxia will shock us and we will try desperately to get rid of our bonds and find some support. But there won’t be any and our fight and thrashing will only make our nooses tighter. What we should try then is to get a grip of ourselves and hang limp from the ropes. That way we’ll show everybody our discipline and submission. We should demonstrate that we are on the scaffold not because we deserved it but rather of our own choosing. But after some minutes we won’t be able to bear it any longer and we’ll start to thrash and shake once again. The audience will want a good dance towards the end. Then we will fade and lose consciousness. Our bodies will fight a little longer and then we will die. Our time on the noose will be anything up to 15 minutes. An eternity, believe me! What do you think? Do you still want to go ahead?”

“Oh, yes! More than ever! After listening to you Stephen I am convinced that I would never find anybody better than you to go with to the scaffold. With you, my execution will be as I had dreamed of my whole life. I want to be brave and behave properly when hanged. Being with you I feel capable of doing well.”

She remained silent for several seconds and then continued “And I hope we’ll be hanged very close to each other. I wouldn’t mind feeling your body against mine while I am strangling and kicking my soul out of my body?”

The erotic intensity of her words made Stephen realise that his chances of being hanged for real were now certain.

He reached forward and looked into her eyes. “Yes Alicia, the answer is yes. We will hang together!” Stephen saw her shudder violently and he knew she had just orgasmed hard under the table. His own arousal would be evident to all if he stood up.

Alicia looked so happy. She asked, “When will our execution be?”

Stephen answered, “Mistress Vyki said that the chosen date would be in ten days time on Saturday, the 27th June at 4pm. I must telephone her to let her know we have agreed to hang together so that she can get the invitations sent out.” They both shuddered excitedly at his pronouncement. An audience was what they both desired; to die for the pleasure of others.

“Who will be there?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess a collection of 50 or so very carefully selected guests with deep pockets who have a deep interest in the extreme aspects of BDSM. Probably other professional Dommes with their subs, submissives who will be jealous of us and those voyeurs that will get highly aroused watching us die.”

Stephen looked at Alicia in admiration. “I am looking forward to seeing you naked,” he said.

“I think we should take care of that right now,” said Alicia grinning, “my apartment is just a short walk from here.”

To be continued ……