On the order of my Mistress, I have been required to punish myself. I was to be forced to drink my own urine under heavy restraint. Considering that nobody would be there to force me, I was asked to have a little imagination and consider self bondage … the event would have to be recorded for my Mistress enjoyment. Depending on the entertainment value I may be rewarded with more punishments.
I had to find a way to collect my own pee and then to create a system that forces me to drink it. I considered direct tubing from my cock to my mouth but that was considered inappropriate since I could control the flow and not do it to start with. It had to show me restrained and forced to drink ...
I came up with a rope and pulley system using weight to lift up the load when ready to be forced to drink. I could kneel and use typical self-bondage techniques I use when getting ready for my Mistress. All it would take then is a weight counter-balancing the load that could be released under restraint.
Well, it was a deal. The pee container was attached at the end of the rope and ready to receive my golden juice. A tube at the end would end in my mouth with a gag to make sure I do not stop the flow. I also used a swimming cap to enhance the experience.
As I prepared my punishment I had a lot of beer to make sure I provide a good load. Sure enough, I filled to recipient with a pint of warm golden nectar ready to enjoy. As soon as I was done, I dropped on my knees in front of my cocktail and attached my legs together so I cannot get up and go. Then I placed the gag in my mouth and the swim cap on my head. Before suffocating, I added tubes providing my nose with fresh air then positioned the feeding tube through the gag in my mouth.
Ready to go I finally bound my arms and wrists together to slow any potential attempt to suppress myself from the golden torture ready to flow my way. When done, I grabbed the end of the rope to free the counterweight and waited. I could hear the rope go through the 2 pulleys as the weight went down to the floor bring the recipient over my end. As soon as I heard the weight hit the floor, warm pee rushed through my mouth down my throat. I was forced to swallow and my reflex to close my mouth to stop the flow was blocked by the gag forcing me to swallow at a high pace not to drown in my own pee.
I overestimated how much I could take and my mouth quickly filled with pee I could not swallow fast enough. Trying to breathe through my nose started to become challenging as pee started to fill the swimming cap. Every breath I could feel pee pulled down my nostrils. I started to panic and frantically fought my restraints but there was not quick release. My stomach started to fill full but I was frantically gulping my golden flow to avoid drowning. This was a bad idea, and I frantically tried to escape as I could not breathe with pee covering my face in the swimming cap.
Well, as I finally freed some of my restraints, I could hear the end of my golden load going through the feeding tube, sounding like a bath tub almost empty. My restraints played their role, as hard as I tried to free myself, I could not beat the sadistic forced feeding system I prepared. I was just forced to swallow close to a pint of my own urine, minus what washed my face in the cap and found its way down my chest.
My Mistress loved it. She already announced that will leverage my idea to feed my her own golden nectar. She loved the struggle and already said that with her restraints there will be no way out. You swallow my golden nectar or you drown in it! There will be no help as she will be busy masturbating herself while watching my struggle. and somehow, that made me really hard!
Maybe I'll share the edited version of that punishment :)
There are so few videos of men erotic hanging that I compiled the list of the one I could find around the Internet. All those are of male slaves hanging for coming in the mouth or hand of their Hangwomen or in some cases just drooling cum while fighting the rope. If like me, you get hard at the idea to take their place, enjoy …
1.The hottest hanging by the hottest hangwoman! BoDangles, standing on a chair hand tied in his back gets a handjob and blow job before getting noosed by the sexiest hangwoman! http://motherless.com/40B37F8
2.BoDangles gets another handjob from a sexy hangwoman while standing on a pile of books hand tied in his back. At the inevitable orgasm, the hangwoman pushes the books away noosing BoDangles still jerking his cock! http://motherless.com/26B289D
4.Another favorite of Bo’s special noose session with another sexy hangwoman. Hands tied in his back he is set to stand on a stool by his Mistress. She adjusts the noose so he has to stand on his toes not to noose himself. He gets treated with an amazing handjob until he cums and gets noosed. As he fights the rope, his Mistress whips his ass! I do not have the single video version but here are the sections:
The setup: http://motherless.com/60FF873
The teasing: http://motherless.com/60EB5C9
Serious handjob: http://motherless.com/60E8B83
Continuous teasing: http://motherless.com/60E780E
The cum and noosing with a surprise: http://motherless.com/60E50EA
11.Goddess Nemesis nooses her slave after a quick handjob and he manages to grab his cock and keep jerking it while hanging! http://motherless.com/14A052C
She was really sexy in her black lingerie, and
she used her natural charm to convince me to spice things up. As she
tied my hands in my back she gave me the smooth talk of her sexual
arousal being raised by seeing men in peril. She gagged me and walked me
into her room where a noose was hanging from the ceiling. Besides my
hesitation she continued to drug me with her charms and as she tightened
that noose around my neck, she reassured me that it was just for the
show, to get herself off. Soon she was bending over in front of me and I
was riding her, somehow more excited than ever by the unusual
situation. Excitement turned into orgasm with my throbbing cock shooting
its first load into her pussy. Barely recoiled from that first load,
the rope suddenly tightened around my neck, pulling me off my feet and
up in the air. My cock pulled out of her vagina as I was unloading a
second time splattering cum between her butt cheeks. As I kept going up,
my cock kept pumping loads of cum onto her. As I hanged above her,
gasping for air, fighting the rope, she turned around and started to
masturbate herself into screaming orgasms. Now I understand what the
show is, I am the show.
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.
