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...