My wife and I regularly engage into kinky games as she learns about my fetishes through dirty emails exchanges. Our typical trigger point is a period of abstinence when I travel. I typically get excited and start writing scenarios before I get back home and then we practice. This time though, she is the one initiating the conversation. She does not want to share details, it is a surprise, but she says we have to get into it as soon as I get home. All I had to do in preparation was to shave all hairs on my body, which was different from the typical pubic hair clean-up I would sometimes do. Needless to say that on my way from the airport, I was already hard with tons of kinky images crossing my mind.

When I got home she welcomed me on our door steps dressed with an ankle long dress. It is not typical of her but as I grabbed her for a kiss I could feel she was hiding a much sexier outfit under.  She barely left me time to drop my bag and kiss her that she was already dragging me into the bathroom. I could feel that she was on a mission as she helped me undress, expediting me into the shower. As I was showering I still had no idea what she was up to but I could feel that I was on a need to know basis.

Coming off the shower I discovered a much sexier wife, dressed in a way that make me say yes to anything. A tight silky black corset pushing her boobs up, with shiny thigh highs and a tight shiny black thong mounted on high heels gets me hard in a second. As I dry myself I inquire about the plan and she points me to an outfit on the bed. She asks me to get dressed while she gets a few things ready. I love cross dressing and get really turned on. After a few minutes I end up in a red corset with fake silicon boobs extensions to give me some cleavage, a set of beige thigh-highs suspended to the corset garters and a red thong. I am so hard that the thong barely covers my balls.

When she gets back, she immediately covers my eyes with a silk scarf explaining that it is important for me not to see anything about the setup. I confirm that I cannot see anything and she continues pulling both my wrist in my back and parallel binding them together with a rope. My heart is pounding of excitement as she finally slides a soft gag in my mouth that she tightly secure on the back of my head. She starts caressing my erected member while explaining to me that she will need to guide me to our playground set for the occasion.

She slowly guides me across the house when we suddenly get to a familiar floor change pointing to the fact that we are going toward the garage. Sure enough, after a few more steps, she opens the garage door and helps me step down to the garage floor. As we continue a few steps she slows me down and asks me to raise my left foot forward. I realize that I am now stepping on the first plastic step of our kitchen step stool. After slowly making my way up the typical 2 steps she helps my leg up to a new step that now feels like cold metal. That last steps seems like a larger area. She asks me to stand still as she gets to pick something nearby that I now understand to be a rope she is using to bind my ankles together. Unable to talk and ask anything I though start to imagine things and they include rope play. But knowing her that sounds unrealistic.

She is now back next to me and reality sets in when I feel a large collar-kind device being slipped over my head and adjusted around my neck. I start shacking in a mix of emotions as she adjusts my neck inside what feels like a hanging mechanism. My neck is only gently pulled up as she slides the scarf off but as she comes down behind me she performs some adjustments and suddenly I feel a strong stretch on my neck. At that point I am both scared and super excited. I always had a hanging fetish but never shared that with her. Was it a coincidence? Did I do something bad and she tricked me with the actual goal to hang me? Did she find out about my fetish on my computer? She seemed to have setup things for proper safe play but I cannot see much around. All I know is that I am standing on a hydraulic lift table and that she somehow set a rope system that I cannot see above and behind me.

She now faces me and gently grabs my member now slightly more flexible due to the confusion but still sticking out of the thong. As she slowly stimulates it, she gives me some details: “I found out about your hanging fetish on your computer or should I say obsession. Your hard drive is full of pictures, videos, stories and I even found the link to website where people hang themselves for fun. It scared me at the beginning but decided that if that is the way you want to get off, I’ll be the hangwoman punishing you.” As she slides the thong down and around the back of my balls exposing my now very stiff member she continues by saying: “Here is the deal, I will arouse you for 15 minute, if you resist, you go free! If you come, you hang!”.

Without adding anything else, she proceeds on playing with me. I am both very excited and scared. The way she said it sounded scary, like a life sentence if I had an orgasm before 15 minutes. I cannot even ask for anything as I am still gagged. In addition I never hanged and she most likely never hanged anybody. But whether I liked it or not, she got my attention back as she slide her mouth slowly down my shaft. Knowing her we are not talking 15 minutes, I am lucky if I make it to 5. Conveniently raised on the hydraulic table, my crotch is at her shoulder level and she has easy access with her hands and mouth to play with me.

Besides my effort to slow down excitement, her perfect stimulation efforts are starting to show obvious signs of soon to come orgasm. As she gently strokes me, precum starts to drool along my erected shaft. “Hold it, do not come or I will hang you!” Her words of warning are not helping. In my last efforts to curb the inevitable I try to bend my body but the noose closes on my neck chocking me and holding me straight. I am now passed the point of no return, my breathing gets really heavy, my heart is pounding in my chest and my muffled pre-orgasm groans are getting stronger. “I am sorry Baby, if you jerk-off I have to hang you!”

Understanding perfectly the timing of my orgasmic convulsions, she pulls aside while still jerking me in anticipation of my release. Seconds later my body convulses violently sending my pelvis forward and unloading a first long jet of cum crashing 5 feet away on the ground. She pressed the release pedal of the hydraulic table that escaped under my feet during my first convulsion and I am not hanging by my neck still jerking uncontrollably. As my body went down, my orgasm groans got muffled by the tightening noose. She does not stop jerking me and my body keeps bending backward in orgasmic convulsion to release more cum dripping through her hand and on the floor. As she finally lets my shaft go, I hang fighting both my ankle and wrists restraints in a desperate attempt to free myself. My groans are “strangled” and barely audible and my head feels like it is about to explode.

Time feels like an eternity. In my distress I can notice my sexy Mistress pulling the hydraulic table away like nothing urgent is needed but in the meantime I feel like I am losing my survival battle. My body seems harder to control, my hands are shacking and I am starting to think that it is over. My manhood is now dripping leftover cum on my motionless legs. After what seems an eternity though, I feel movement and my body slowly drops to the ground. When my legs get into contacts I am unable to stand and let myself fall sideways. Things are vague by I can feel my neck being released, then my mouth freed of her gag and finally my wrists and ankles untied. As I lie recuperating, I can feel her holding me. It is a moment of great serenity.