It was time for her to hang again. In the bedroom, I hung up the noose above the bed and laid out our large collection of socks to choose from. I wanted to really cover her well this time and make her my little sock slave. She got 4 pairs of socks on her feet starting with thigh-highs, then over the knee highs, then knee highs, then finally little shorty no-show socks. She got the same on her hands; 4 pairs of socks in decreasing length. All the socks were striped socks, which is my favorite, and all were various shades of pink (also my favorite!).
On her face, I tied 5 pairs of long, striped socks over her eyes, nose and mouth and tucked 5 or 6 no-show socks vertically in between them so there were little socks sticking out all over. A pair of thick boot socks were tied around her neck, but this was for padding against the noose. Lastly, down came the noose around her pretty neck. She straddled me, then up she went. I thrust her body upwards a bit then pull the rope. Its looped around the leg of the bed so I only have to hold the end around it so friction keeps it taut.
"Hrrk....gkkk....g" her gurgles are priceless, though even more so as they are muffled through layers of socks on her face. She reaches up to try and grab the noose, but the four pairs of socks on her hands really keep her from doing very much. Its so sexy to see her try, though as she paws at her neck. Her hands start to roam about in front of her, as though reaching for something to help her, but finding nothing. She won't get any help. She's going to hang for me. Her gurgling stops and soon her body goes into convulsions, heaving her 36DDD breasts around wonderfully. This is no exaggeration - she really has a hard time finding bras that fit right, and I love to see those beautiful, round perfect breasts squirm about as she hangs above me.
Its been 8 minutes. "You're doing real good, baby! You look so sexy up there." Some more muffled gurgles were her only reply.
I caress her breasts and pinch her nipple, then after a while she lets out a loud "GRFFFFFFF!!" Her last attempt to force a breath then a few seconds later, her hands hang limp at her sides and dance about as I thrust myself deep inside her, fucking her hanged, twitching pussy. It really is amazing the pulsing and twitching that sometimes occurs in a hanged girl's pussy. It doesn't happen every time, unfortunately. I don't know if its because I'm inside her, or if it would happen anyway, but all I can think about is how amazing it feels. Hanged pussy really is the best, I think everyone should try it at least once
"Atta girl," I tell her. "That's how you hang for me, baby. Atta girl" as I continue fucking her and playing with her breasts. "That's my little sock slave."
But of course, there comes no answer. She's dreaming the noose dream, somewhere far off while her beautiful body is still right here, covered in socks, being lynched and fucked, with a tight noose cutting of her blood supply that only I can return to her when I decide. 15 seconds pass, but its not quite enough. I think she still needs to hang some more. 30 seconds, mmm, not quite yet. 40 seconds, I lower her just a little as I sit up and put my face right into those two big beauties for a good ol fashioned motorboat. 50 seconds, Ok, she seems pretty well hung. I let her down and push on her stomach a little, then she lets in some desperate, gasping breaths along with a few moans. I have to hold her body upright as her head bobbles about and her arms remain limp. I watch her catch her breath until she comes around enough to hold herself and her head up. She puts her hands on my chest and begins thrusting again, moaning with muffled bliss.
There's the biggest smile on my face. I've never used so many socks to hang her with, and she looks just adorable. I'm suddenly glad that I remembered to record a video so I could see it over and over. I thrust her upwards, pull the rope down hard and hold the end around the leg. She was a bit surprised by this, as she let out a quick gasp just before she hanged, and her hands immediately went up to her strangled throat. "Hrrf......HRRRRF" She really had to struggle to get occasional breaths of air. I must have pulled much harder than before, it was only a minute or so before she passed out again. I started thrusting harder. Her arms started to swing back and forth from the movement. I wanted to see her face, so I took off the socks from her face. She looked so peaceful as she hanged. Totally relaxed with her eyes closed and her lips pursed. I reached up and caressed her lips with my hand. I must have opened her mouth just a little when I did that, because then her tongue came bulging out of her mouth. She was a true hanged beauty with her tongue out like that. It wasn't like in some of the fake pictures where the girls are sticking their tongue out on purpose to look like they're strangling. In those pictures, the tongue looks pointed like they're trying to lick something. Her tongue was rounded, like it had grown too large, being pushed forward from the back of her throat by the force of the noose around her pretty neck.
It was beautiful. Her tongue had never come out like that before. She looked just like the pictures I'd seen of real hanging victims. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. There she was, my pretty baby, layers of socks on her hands and feet, hanging from a noose, limp, eyes closed, tongue bulging from an open mouth, arms and breasts wobbling about with every thrust into her pussy. I was the luckiest man alive, living my fantasy. I wanted to let her hang. The seconds ticked by far too quickly. I wanted time to slow down so I could enjoy this moment as long as possible. Her pussy was still twitching. A good sign, because it had already been about 50 seconds since she passed out. Then, the biggest orgasm I think I've ever had, that lasted longer than I've ever felt. I never do this, but it made me cry out in ecstacy it was so damn good! And there was my baby, still hanging limp above me. I watched her hang silently for a few more precious seconds then let her down at 1:20. A few pushes on her stomach, and she started gasping and coughing and moaning. Poor thing was exhausted. Sometimes after a hanging, she feels like she hasn't slept for days and needs to rest. I laid her down on the bed, and with all her socks still on, and the noose still around her neck, she fell asleep. So beautiful, she looked almost like she did when she was hanging, only without her tongue out. I made sure I got the video, and sure enough, there she was, hanged tongue and everything. I watch it all the time, its definitely my favorite!
She held the noose in her hands turning it around, passing it back and forth, thinking.
Its a black nylon noose with 4 loops and a safety knot to make sure it never tightens more than it is pulled. We fold a few layers of fuzzy soft bedsheet into the loop for padding comfort and to avoid marks. Anchored above our bed, I've used it many times to hang her while we make love.
"I want to hang you this time," she said.
She had strangled me before, but this would be the first time hanging me with the noose. A little nervous, I considered it for a few seconds. I always thought she looked like Eva Mendez with Asian Indian eyes. Her wavy dark hair always framed her beautiful, light brown face perfectly when she hanged, and the way her tongue poked out a little from between pursed lips always got me excited when I thought about it. So, I wondered what I would look like up there while she pulled the noose around my neck.
"I like to see your face and hear the noises you make when I choke you," she added coyly, trying to hide her smile.
My own reluctance surprised me. A dream forever, I always wanted to be hanged and pleasured by a beautiful girl. Here was my first chance to not only do it, but to know that she was excited by the idea was better than winning the lottery. My heart pounded forcefully and I suppressed the urge to breathe in sharply at the thrill of excitement that burned in my chest. She looked at my neck and I wondered if she could see the blood pulsing through my carotids. I suddenly realized that she would soon delight in cutting off this supply, sending me into the warm, blanketed, blissful world known only to those in the world of asphyx.
I smiled and nodded, kissing her passionately, passing the excitement I felt into her as she was unable to suppress the sharp, deep breath of adrenaline coursing through her body.
I let her pick out what I would wear. She chose a pair of striped red and grey thigh high socks layered under thick, solid red thigh highs slouched down just below my knees. Then she put on me a skimpy red lace nightie with matching panties. I watched her hang up the noose through a pulley above our bed and lay down holding the other end, smiling at me. Playfully, she pulled the noose up so it dangled in front of me as she giggled excitedly.
"You look so sexy, baby. But you'll look even better hanging." She couldn't wait to get started. Neither could I.
I came up on the bed and kneeled in front of her. From our sock bin by the bed, she pulled a pair of thigh hi pink and white striped socks and opened the tops in front of me, expecting me to put my hands into them, as I've made her do before. On top of those, she put a pair of knee hi pastel rainbow striped socks, all the while smirking at me as if to say 'turnabout is fair play...' As she slipped the second pair up my arm, she quickly came up to kiss me, pulling my hands behind my back and tying them. It was such a quick fluid motion, I knew she had thought about doing it this way. There was that smirk again. It was quite effective. The socks on my hands kept me from getting into the knots to undo them. One pair might not have done it, but two pairs were like thick mittens keeping me from manipulating anything with my fingers. Another thrill rushed through me as I realized that I really was her captive, tied up and helpless until she let me go.
She put the noose around my neck and tightened it as she put her tongue
in my mouth. She pulled the rope a little, making me choke, still kissing me for another minute or so. Then she laid back and placed several pillows under her to raise herself up so I could enter her while I knelt on the bed. I wanted to remember that moment forever. I was about to be hanged by her for the first time; this would never happen again. I wanted to savor the feeling of anticipation, burning the memory in my mind. I felt the soft hug of socks on my legs and arms, the force of the rope binding my hands behind me, the delicate touch of red lace on my body, and the feeling of being in someone else's complete control. The look on her face while holding the other end of the noose around my neck was indescribable, but it was obvious she was ready with a devious smirk. I had never been so excited.
She pulled down my panties and I entered her. Kneeling upright, thrusting deep inside of her was easy, much easier than when I was otherwise on top of her, because I didn't have to overcome my own body weight. I simply rocked back and forth, and she could pull me into her with her legs around me. As I fucked her, she raised her butt up in the air and looped the other end of the noose underneath her body to give her leverage. She started to pull down on the rope hard with her hands. I started to choke. She paused like that for a moment, watching me. Another small gasp came as she heard my choking noises that she loved so much. She was thinking something, but I couldn't tell what. A half smile flashed across her face. Then she put her butt down, pulling the rope even harder and pinning it underneath herself and the pillows. My back and neck straightened and my choked breaths were cut off, silent for a few seconds before returning even louder as I had to use even more force to get any breaths.
My mind reeled. Struggling to pull in rasps of air, my first instinct was to get my hands up to pull my neck free. Trying to do so reminded me of the tight rope binding my hands, and of the socks that kept me from working at the knots. Both hands wrenched around to my left side in a vain attempt to reach the noose. This twisted my hands within the rope, and only seemed to tighten it further. With some effort, I put my hands down, but they still seemed to wriggle around on their own, accomplishing nothing. I suddenly realized that my body had been struggling to free itself as well, but the only real motion it could make was circles and thrusts with my hips. As I hanged there, I was fucking her hard without even trying.
I was barely able to pull in and push out small gasps of air. Gagging and choking, I could only make brief, constricted gutteral noises that were becoming louder as I intensified my struggle for a full breath. The louder my noises became, the louder hers became until I became aware of them through my struggle. Her moans of pleasure as she watched me hang turned me on even more, increasing my choking and turning her on even more. Through a lightheaded haze, I could see her caressing her body and breasts. My own choking noises didn't seem to be coming from me and I could barely feel any weight on my knees as I hanged there, twitching inside of her. After several minutes, warmth caressed my whole body along with a feeling of floating as I hovered somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. There was no pain, no discomfort, only intense pleasure that I felt more deeply than I ever had, in some other level of the mind that does not think, it only feels.
The end of the rope she passed under herself was right in front of my left shoulder. As I slowly slipped further away, I became less and less aware of any noises at all; my strangled gasps, her moans and cries seemed to come from another room, somewhere else far away. I could no longer balance myself upright, and my body leaned forward, tightening the noose even more. The rope against my shoulder was all that kept me up. Weakly jerking about, the rope suddenly slipped past my shoulder and my body fell even further forward, leaning even further into the noose. My choking noises stopped, all air was cut off, and the only struggle I put up was a few twitches of my socked feet and hands behind me. I was still aware that I was hanging, but the urge to breathe had gone. I was floating, gently and silently twitching my head side to side every few seconds as my body's last attempt to free itself from the tight noose. She watched me for a few seconds, then pushed me backwards to help me get my balance back, but I was too far past that. I came upright for a second, releasing just enough tension on my neck to let out a single, brief "grrk" before falling forward into the noose again. She spent a good 40 seconds or so fucking my body before lowering me down just enough to make out with me. She finally let me fall forward and rest on top of her.
It took me another minute to come back to, gasping deep breaths, sucking down the air that I had been denied.
"How did you like that, baby?" she asked, smiling.
"That was amazing, oh my God," I said in a muffled voice, still panting and still inside of her.
Wait...muffled? What was this?
While I was out, she tied a sock over my mouth, gagging me.
"Good," she said matter-of-factly. She then quickly hoisted me back up, hanging me again before I could say anything else.
"I love to watch you hang," she said seductively, her smile turning decidedly evil.
I thrusted wildly, but this time, I didn't try to reach up with my hands. I knew this would only waste the precious little air I had. And even if I could reach, the socks on my hands would probably keep me from doing much of anything. She noticed this and decided to hang me even harder. She wanted to see me struggle, and this seemed to accomplish what she wanted. Up went both hands around my side, well out of range of the noose, but still desperately reaching.
I could still get a little air, but only by nearly screaming. Despite the forceful effort, I could still manage to get out little more than sock-muffled "grrhk, hrrrk."
"You were drooling a little bit when you were unconscious. So I put the sock gag on you. It looks so cute. I'm sure you'd like it"
I was unable to respond, in ecstacy from hang-fucking and too busy trying to breathe.
After several more minutes, I was getting lightheaded and fuzzy again. I was jerking more than thrusting, and she saw that I was slowing down and having trouble keeping balance, leaning forward into the noose again. Instead of letting me slip slowly away, she yanked the rope harder. I couldn't breathe at all, no matter how hard I tried. My jerking turned to twitching, then to small random movements of my body still weakly and pathetically trying to escape. Using her legs around me, she continued fucking me hanging like that for another minute and a half before letting me down onto her breasts again.
Again, barely letting me come around, she pulled me up. But my hands were free. She untied me while I was out. I could reach up and try to loosen the rope's chokehold on me, but I still had socks on my hands so I only ended up pawing at the noose, like I had seen her do before. I couldn't get under the loop around my neck or grip onto the rope with any force, though I certainly tried. After a while, I slowly let my hands dangle at my sides. I wasn't sure if it was because I had gained better control, or because I was ready to pass out. It was probably both. I didn't really care anymore that I was hanging with my hands free, doing nothing about it. I just let myself hang. I felt so comfortable. As I relaxed, waves of intensity came over me. Just as my body struggled before without my command, it was now fucking her furiously. It felt as though I was just an observer of this interesting scene, while I still felt every coursing shock of pleasure throughout my body in slow motion. Time didn't pass the same. The next 5 minutes felt like hours, I didn't want it to end. I wanted to hang forever.
I heard both of our noises getting louder as we entered a reinforcing cycle of turning each other on more and more. She started screaming out to God. I gagged louder. My arms went between contorting, grabbing at the air uselessly and dangling limply, but my body kept on going. I became aware of the forceful smack, smack of our bodies slapping together, wet with her juice. Then screaming...erratic pumping... gagging...dangling...floating weightless...cumming together. This lasted a lifetime as well. I felt her body going into the uncontrollable spasms that come with her orgasms.
In her throes of orgasm, she reached out with her hands to grab onto something. Unable to reach me, she could only grab the end of the rope she was laying on and pulled it towards her, tightening the noose around my neck, hanging me harder. I went limp. I couldn't move, but I was still aware. I couldn't explain it. It was as though my body was unconscious, but my mind was not. She was still pulling me into her with her legs while we continued to share the longest orgasm we ever had. After a while, her movements and my limp arms slowed to a stop. I remember her watching me hang there for a short while, trying to catch her breath while my head again periodically tried to move side to side, swaying my body gently. She leaned me forward, still hanging, and pulled the sock down from off my mouth for one last passionate kiss before things went dark.
I awoke lying on the bed with her on top of me, kissing me gently until I came to.
"Are you ok?" she asked
"Yeah," I croaked, the noose still around my neck
"God, that was incredible. I've never cum like that before. We have to do that again."
I smiled. 'You're hanging next time' I thought to myself...
So a few weeks ago my gf and I decided to go out to the local hardware store and buy a hook. I used a studfinder, and drilled it into a beam above the center of our bed. We already had a noose made out of a nylon rope (complete with safety knot to keep it from tightening fully), and now we could loop it through the hook above our bed! Oh what fun we've been having ever since. I also have a small pulley that I used to try to build a small pulley lift in the garage, but never had the time or patience to complete, now its gone toward a whole different project...
Now, because of our addiction to socks (actually, it used to be just my addiction, but now she's been hooked too!), and actually also due to their extreme versatility during bondage, we often use socks as well as wear them. They make excellent, soft ties that rarely leave ligature marks, great for fist mitts (which further prevent marks, and also prevent escape), and of course look so cute and sexy on her pretty little feet. So she tied a pair of very soft, very thick socks around her neck to cushion the noose and to keep it from leaving marks.
[once, as I was about to put some socks on her, she asked me if I would kiss and lick her toes! I had of course heard of this fetish, but had never actually been asked to participate. I had no particular qualms about it, especially since she had just showered, so I thought, what the hell, and gingerly started kissing her toes. I started at the tips, and noticed she started to moan as I kissed near the bottom of the base of her toes. The more I kissed, the more turned on she got, and by this time had her eyes closed, breathing heavily, and making "mmm" noises that REALLY turned me on! So I realized that she has actually very nice, soft feet and it was not unlike kissing her hand and fingers! So needless to say, often before we get socks on her feet, I'll take some time to pay attention to her cute little toes]
I put on her a pair of soft, thigh-hi socks with multicolored pink stripes, and on top of those, a similarly pink striped pair of knee-hi socks. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw in our sock pile a pair of pink and white striped footie socks that I thought were so cute so I put those on her too. Then I got a pair of soft, pink over the knee socks and put them on her hands. Mischeivieous thing she is, she will often pull on the knots and get her hands untied, but with her sock-mitts, she is much more secure. I then used one sock from another long, soft pair like we tied around her neck to tie her hands behind her back. Then I used the other sock to blindfold her with. Whenever I blindfold her, she always breathes in sharply, like she's being dipped in cold water. It gives her a thrill that makes me feel the same.
I put the noose around her neck and secured it over the socks. I sat her butt on the edge of the bed, got on my knees, and started kissing her clit. She always jumps and gasps lightly when I kiss her there. Sometimes, I just breathe warmth on her and she gets a shiver through her body, and a gasp. Today I went straight for the kiss. As I kept lightly kissing and grabbing her clit with my lips, she began rocking her hips, breathing. It was time. I pulled my end of the rope through the pulley and tightened the noose around her neck. She started to gasp, but it was caught in her throat. She breathed out and it came out a raspy, choked "uhhhggkk"...
Trying harder to breathe in, she jerked her arms up, trying to reach the noose and pull some pressure off ther throat, but her bonds kept them behind her. I could see the outline of her fingers writhing in the sock mitts as she tried to wrench both arms around her left side, but to no avail. But there were her fingers, reaching. Breathing in forcefully, she managed a "grrrk" of breath as her torso jerked a bit, an effort that did nothing to relent the noose from choking her. I bore down with my tongue to her favorite spot and masaged in all directions. Her torso jerked back and forth several times as she forced small, hoarse noises out her nose, and her tongue began to fill the small space between her lips. After a few minutes, Her face reddened and the movements and twitches of her arms became more spastic and purposeless. I loosened the rope and allowed her some heaving, hacking breaths, but did not let her completely off the noose. Still pulling, I took off her blindfold and looked into her eyes. I saw weary consciousness and focus return to them through her stridorous breaths.
She looked at me, gasping lightly, face red, smiling. This cycle continued several more times. She would come close to orgasm, I would pull harder, she would pass out and choke and twitch while I licked her. Then I would let her come back to again. She came several times during this process, sometimes while awake. A few times, she came as she choked out. Its quite a thing to see your beautiful girlfriend's unconscious body having an orgasm on top of you, strangling and jerking at the end of a noose, tied up in long socks, then seeing her wake up and smile at you through sleepy eyes and telling you how much she enjoyed it before letting you hang her again.
I then entered her from underneath her as she straddled me. I positioned the noose on her neck and pulled her in to kiss me passionately. She loves the hard, passionate kisses you see people doing at the end of the action film as they escepe the fiery explosion that defeats their nemesis and ends the conflict. I pulled her head in close to mine, kissing her with one hand, then slowly began pulling the noose with the other hand. I kept her down, kissing her while choking her with the other hand. After a bit, I let her go and pulled her upright by her neck. She coughed and sputtered, but continued thrusting her pelvis on me. As I choked her with my right hand, I started touching her clit with my left hand. She gasped and began to thrust harder and faster. The force on the noose was considerable. My hand began to ache from the rope. Yet through the tight noose, I heard her gag, "ggghhhardergg". I began ramming myself into her with all my might as I pulled even harder on the rope. Her face became darker, and I heard the occasional rasp of air sputtering through her lips as she swayed and thrusted. She was trying to swallow, but could not. As her tongue became visible, she began to drool onto her chest. Soft noises came into her throat, cut short and muffled by the tight rope, which by this time, had become buried somewhere in the folds of socks, pulled up into the angle of her jaw, strangling her throat tightly. She kind of opened and closed her mouth, it looked like she was trying to yell, and I could tell she was orgasming by the way her thrusting became more like rhythmless jerking.
She blinked, as in disbelief, staring straight ahead. Her arms, still tied, began to relax as her torso continued its thrusting motion. I untied the sock that bound her hands, and her arms flopped limp to her sides, still wearing pink sock hand mitts. Every so often, she would pull one or both of her socked arms up as if to reach for the noose around her neck, but would only let it spasm there into contorted positions for a few seconds before it flopped back down at her sides. In between spasms, my thrusting made her hands flop around, almost as if she were still struggling, but I knew despite her high-pitched, rasping, choking breaths that she was out like a light, dreaming the sweet noose dream...
I let her down to regain consciousness. She sometimes laughs a little as she comes back to. She awoke to me kissing and making love to her. She looked around, dazed for a moment before suddenly realizing again the pleasure she had been feeling, as she rolled her eyes, moaned and whispered "oh my God". "Did you like that, baby?" I said, smiling. Her eyes still wide, she whispered heavily, "that was incredible!". I kissed her again deeply for a minute, then pulled the rope again. Her last breath usually gets caught by the noose and she makes a gentle "agkkk" sound as it tightens. This time, her hands are untied and she reaches up to the noose, trying to grab it. After a few flailing attempts, she finally gets a grip on the noose from the sides, but I have already tightened it. She chokes and thrusts a few times as her grip weakens. She seems reluctant to let go, because her arms don't simply drop to her sides, she lowers them down slowly as her arms and body convulse gently. I let her down and we come together as she's coming back to. A very good time to come, she tells me!
For whoever is reading this blog, this is my first entry. About a year ago, my gf and I discovered a shared love: asphyx. We had been together about 6 months or so and had regular sex. As she gets close to orgasm, he has a tendency to "lose control" in a sense. She no longer is able to keep a steady rhythm, and goes into ineffective quivering motions, much like a fibrillation of the heart. She also kinda starts flexing her arms straight out to grab onto something like she needs to steady herself. Depending on the intensity, she can be quite vocal as well :-)
Anyway, when she was on top, as she orgasmed (what an awkward word), she would sometimes support herself with her hands on my chest. Well, on a couple of occasions, her little arm spasms moved her hands from my chest to my neck, and her open thumbs hooked around. As she was supporting her weight, she was putting some pressure down. I didn't say anything about it, because I assumed it was just something that she didn't even know she was doing. The third time it happened, I told her I noticed her hands around my throat several times. After a moments flash of embarrassment across her face, she looked back up and said,
"Yeah, I was doing it on purpose."
I smiled and said, "You like that, too?"
and she said "well, yeah. I thought you did, too. I kept doing it, but you just didn't say anything"
That's when I told her I thought she was just doing it accidentally in the throes of orgasm. She laughed and told me about how she still was a little embarrassed about it, so she didn't do it very hard, and she didn't say anything about it, either. Funny.
We were already into the socks by that time. That's my thing. She liked socks before in the way that any girl might. She would go up to the socks in stores and say ooh, how fuzzy or ooh how cute these would go with _____. I had told her several months earlier that I love socks when she asked me what I liked or if I had any fetishes, I fessed to her that I have a sock obsession. She liked that because it meant she would have someone to buy her the fuzzy cute socks in the store (whenver there's money - which isn't too often). But she keeps saying I need to stop, because the socks we have won't fit into the storage bin anymore!
She wears any socks I ask her to, even the ones she thinks are ugly, like thigh hi pink socks with stripes because she loves me...
When it comes to strangling, she prefers hands. She says she likes the feeling of being handled roughly, and I usually start things out that way. Myself, I prefer a ligature of some type, because usually its difficult to use your hands during sex because you have to support your weight with your hands sometimes and that would mean putting all that pressurd on her neck, which would be too much. Few things are suitable for ligatures that won't end up hurting or leaving marks. Fortuntately, we've found the perfect material to avoid both: a pair of socks! Yess! I tie one sock around her neck for padding and protection, then use the other to choke her with. Really soft, thick socks work the best, feel relatively comfortable and avoid marks.
Well, I gotta end things there for today. I'll pick up from here when I get a chance to post again. Thanks for reading!
