Her Choice
by
Navakantam
We met over the Internet about a year ago in a BDSM chat room. I had
previously found some really hot kinky women there, but Melanie was
entirely different. She didn't just do this as a added pleasure, she
lived the BDSM lifestyle to the max. She lived close so we were
constantly at each other's apartments after we finally met. Hers was
dark, spartan and minimalistic to a fault. Her only real furniture was
a bed. I was in love.
She had an old four poster bed of a Gothic style. There were figures
carved in the wood like gargoyles. Underneath her bed was an equally old
chest full of every type of medieval hardware you can imagine. When she
first opened it, I'll have to admit, I was a little fearful. I was only
a recent convert to the lifestyle, but my kink and hers was breath play
and I guess the danger and fear was what led me to her and kept me there.
Almost from the start of our relation****p, we played some highly
dangerous games in an attempt to discover the secrets of near death
orgasm through asphyxiation. This could only be tried with a partner
you trust and never alone. There are so many stories of mostly men who
attempted to reveal these incredibly *****c secrets, only to be found
dead. Families just don't understand and usually cover up the incident
as simple suicide.
We had started our cyber *** play so long ago with ideas for auto
*****c asphyxia scenes and moved on to devising some wild methods to aid
us in our search for the ultimate high. We were both acting
irresponsibly and knew it might lead to the death of one or both of us,
but we could not stop. As each scene was played out, we wanted to get
ever closer to the edge. For that however, we had to meet.
After I found out that Melanie was local, it was a match made in
heaven. From our first in person session, I discovered she was ****ing
wild and serious about finding the ultimate NDE ***ual pleasure. I was
a match for her, but something about Melanie was different. My desire
was more of a dangerous hobby, hers was an obsession. I just happened
to be lucky enough to find her and be a partner in her quest.
With each time we met, I began to wonder where it would end up. I
trusted her completely and allowed her to use restraints during our play
and, basically, anything else she wanted to do to or with my body.
Melanie loved to tease me to the edge and let my arousal build to the
point where I begged for release. It was during one of these sessions
that she placed a large plastic bag over my head and tied the neck off
with a scarf. I looked at her with a questioning expression and she
just said,
“It will be OK, honey, trust me.”
What could I do? She was in charge and I could not move. I began to
breath in my own expended breath. It was warm and moist. Melanie just
lightly grazed my body with her hands as I began to feel lightheaded.
I've been put to sleep for surgery before and this was just like it. I
was taking in full breaths, but without oxygen, my body began to shut
down. I could barely keep my eyes open as she smiled over me and began
to gently use her mouth on my raging hard on. Through my thickening
haze, I felt my groin grow warm with that familiar feeling we all know
and love. Just as I lost consciousness, my body exploded into her mouth.
The next thing I remember was Melanie looking down at me with dripping
lips and the bag next to my head. I asked how long I'd been out. She
just said, “Not long.”
“Did you like that?”, she said. I simply moaned my approval.
“Would you like to do me next?” asked Melanie. I was wild for it.
She looked at the calender and pointed to a Saturday a few weeks off.
My own schedule was open and couldn't wait. Melanie wanted us to meet
at her family cabin up in the mountains near Pittsburgh. I thought that
would be incredibly romantic.
Over the next two weeks, we had little contact. I almost thought she'd
forgotten or changed her mind. I needed the address for the cabin. On
the Friday before, she finally emailed me. I tried to call her, but got
no answer. All her email said was, “Be prepared for the most incredible
experience of your life.” I was and now more than ever.
I could barely sleep that night. On Saturday morning, I awoke and
checked my email again. Not a peep. I packed a small bag and headed
off to the mountains for what I hoped would be a wild weekend. If I had
only known what she had in store for me. It would be the ultimate BDSM
gift. As I neared the cabin, the road turned to dirt and the forest got
thick. This was really private as I'd hoped. All of a sudden, the
cabin came into view and I saw her car. My heart raced as I got out of
the car and walked up the rickety steps. The house was very rustic and
not in great shape, but it was secluded as Melanie had said.
I knocked on the door, but there was no answer so I tried to open it.
The door opened to a large open great room. There was a kitchen at one
end and what looked like a bedroom and bath at the other end. Still no
sign of Melanie. I dropped my bag and walked in the direction of the
bedroom. As I crossed the threshold of the bedroom, Melanie was curled
up on a large bed wrapped up in a blanket. She was crying and looked
like she had been all night.
I was dumbfounded as she had never cried before and had always looked
to be too strong for any kind of fear or sadness.
As I approached the bed, she looked up at me and asked, “Will you help
me in what I want to do no matter what it is?”
I just looked at her and said yes. She just hugged me and smiled and
wiped her eyes. Melanie truly looked happy and relieved. I did want to
help her, but could not imagine what she wanted. We just hugged for a
while and then she got dressed and we went for a walk in the woods. As
we walked and talked, she became so intense in her quest. Melanie said
the strangest thing to me.
“Will you remember me always?” she said.
“Yes, of course.” I said.
“And you won't try to stop me no matter what?”
Again I said, “Yes, of course.”
“OK, then.” She said as we walked back to the cabin.
The sun was beginning to fall toward the night and we sat at a small
table and drank some delightful wine. Melanie looked so fatefully calm.
She excused herself and walked into the bedroom and closed the door.
I heard some noises and wondered what she was doing. After about 30
minutes, she opened the door and told me to come in.
When I entered the room, I was stunned. There were four ropes tied to
the four posts of the bed and a larger rope hanging from a beam with a
noose. Under the noose was a stool. We had enjoyed some breath play
and had mused about some hanging scenes, but this was the first time for
this type of scene made ready to use. I immediately got hard imagining
one of our necks in the noose. As I took in the scene, I wondered about
safety.
As it got dark outside, she said, “Are you ready?” I said, “Yes.”
Melanie instructed me to take off all of my clothes. I gladly did so
and moved toward her. She then told me to lay down in the bed. Again,
I did so. She spread my legs and began to tie my ankles tightly to the
posts. Then she tied my arms one at a time. I was now helpless for
whatever lay ahead. She put a lighter next to my right hand, but just
out of reach. I was perplexed and frightened. Was she going to light
me on fire? Was this my fate?
Melanie walked over to a bed table and opened the drawer. She pulled
out two sets of hand cuffs. My cock was rock hard now in anticipation.
She also pulled out a type of harness with a dildo attached where it
would be in a position to fully penetrate her as she wore it. This was
so ****ing *****c and gave me a sense of fear and delight that I'd never
felt before. Would I be killed tonight for her pleasure? That would be
OK, but we had so much yet to share. We had talked of this kind of
scene, but......
She looked at me and said, “I'm going to blow your mind now. I hope
you appreciate what I'm going to do and remember me always.”
Melanie walked over to the stool and got herself into the harness. She
licked the dildo seductively and then placed it's tip at her vaginal
lips. As she pushed it inside slowly, deliberately and ever deeper, she
moaned and closed her eyes. Finally it was in all the way. She then
fastened the belt parts so that it was tightly wrapped around her sweet
and slender hips with the dildo fully out of view and inside her
incredible body. She placed one foot on the stool and then stood up on
it and tried to find her balance. Melanie slowly bent over and cuffed
her ankles. I suddenly was overcome with the fear and the realization
of what she was doing. I screamed out at her and struggled against the
ropes. She grabbed the noose and placed it around her neck and
tightened the knot. I yelled at her again and said, “No.”
“I have to do this. I want to do this for you and for me. I need to
really feel what it is like to die. The only way to do this is to
really die. Be happy for me. Don't worry. Enjoy this with me.”
Melanie reached down and turned on the vibrating dildo and I could hear
it's sensual puring sound. She then put her arms behind her back and I
heard the cuffs click. She was now still and
looked so serene and wonderful, more wonderful than any sight I had ever
seen. Just imagine a beautiful woman voluntarily ending her life while
at the height of ***ual release.
She closed her eyes and began to get into the puring and vibrations of
the dildo inside her body. How I longed to be that vibrator. To be
inside her as she died. While I was excited, I was also horrified as
the realization that this woman was about to die in front of me and how
I would explain my situation after she was dead.
I watched in amazement as her body responded to the vibrator and she
began to show the first signs of an impending orgasm. If our roles were
reversed, I would plan my kick off the stool at just before the final
moment of release. Mind you, I would not want to cum before I blacked
out, but die with a mind blowing ***ual high. I really wanted to see
Melanie die before me. I didn't care of the consequences as long as I
got to experience this scene.
She was breathing so deeply and sweating as her pelvis squeezed against
the vibrator. She was beautiful. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and
looked at me with fear. She slipped and the stool flipped over. For a
moment, she looked surprised as if this was not her plan at all. As if
in slow motion before me, her full weight pulled her neck tightly and at
an angle against the noose. She gasped and began to kick violently.
She was trying to talk, but the noose was too tight.
I suddenly realized that this was supposed to be an act to take us to
the edge and back. She was kicking and making gurgling sounds and froth
formed on her lips, dripping down her chin. I tried to free myself and
struggled against the ropes. She looked at me pleadingly for help as
her body convulsed and began to shake from lack of oxygen. As I tried
to get free, Melanie's body began to settle and her breathing or
attempts to breath stopped. I could only hear the whir of the vibrator
and her body just swayed back and for with just the slightest spin. Her
eyes were wide open looking at me.
I looked at her body and noticed her pelvic muscles squeezing against
the still purring vibrator so deep in her womb. She was indeed cuming
now at the moment of death. Her eyes began to flutter and all at once,
her mouth opened wide to let out one final gasp. Just then, it came to
me the lighter was next to my hand. That was her out, but we never
discussed it. I used my hand to flick out a flame and began to burn the
rope. As it broke free, I loosened my cuffs and leaped off the bed to
her. It took all my strength to lift her up and free her neck from the
noose. I laid her on the bed and gazed at her beautiful, but very dead
body. Whether she wanted this or not, she was dead and there was
nothing I could do.
I was going to be found guilty of something here and end up going to
jail. I had to think fast of a way out. ****.
So he did the only thing he could do. John decided in an instant to
join his beloved Melanie in the afterlife. He gently uncuffed her
wrists and ankles and replaced the stool under the still hanging noose.
He carefully climbed up on the stool, and after finding his balance,
cuffed his ankles tightly. He looked up at the noose and back at
Melanie, then placed the noose around his own neck and pulled down the
knot.
As he stood there holding the other set of cuffs, he placed the key in
his mouth and then put his arms behind his back and and cuffed his
wrists. He looked at Melanie again and swallowed the key. John had
condemned himself to death. Either he would hang after many hours of
fatigue and slip pulling the noose tight or he could push off and see
his dead soul mate that much sooner.
As has been the dark secret of hangings over the many centuries, his
***** became painfully erect as if to beg for release of it's life
giving fluid, somehow knowing death was near. John looked down and
smiled as his body jumped and kicked the stool away. His weight jerked
the noose. He tried to keep from gasping, but the instinct was too
strong. As he bucked and kicked to try to live, he just saw Melanie
waiting for him. His face contorted horribly for a few moments as his
body tried in vain to survive. After a few moments, his own last breath
gave up it's precious oxygen to his starving lungs and heart. Then as if
on queue, his cock gave up it's own precious elixir in a delightfully
violent manner befitting of the deadly scene. It sprayed almost to the
bed where the beautiful receptacle lay dead. I do believe John smiled as
his body stilled. He just hung there swaying back and forth gazing at
Melanie, his eyes open still.
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