"hang for jenny"
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hang for jenny
« on: March 05, 2015, 12:35:37 am »
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 There was nothing to do but admit it. I could never lie to Jenny anyway. Few people could. She had a well-deserved reputation as one of the best district attorneys in the state. Besides, she held the evidence in her hand. The credit card bills, the e-mail letters, even the birthday card Donna had dared to send to our home. O god how could I have been so stupid? How could I ever have thought I could get away with such a thing? And even worse, why had I done it in the first place? Jenny was the most beautiful and sexy woman I had ever known. I loved her more than life itself. How in the world could I have gambled away my marriage for a casual office fling? I stood there too stunned to speak afraid of what Jenny might say next. 
"So it's true, isn't it?" she said. There was no hurt in her voice only anger. 
"Yes," I muttered. "I'm sorry Jenny. Please, please it was all a terrible mistake. I don't even know how it all got started. I don't love her. I love you. Oh please forgive me Jenny. It won't ever happen again. I promise." 
"You're damn right it won't happen again," she said. "I told you I'd leave you if I ever caught you cheating." 
I could feel my knees go weak. I was trembling and there were tears spilling down my face. The idea of losing Jenny was devastating. That I had brought all this on myself filled me with self-disgust. 
"Jenny don't," I said, my voice cracking with desperation. "Please don't. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything." 
She hesitated a moment. I could see that what I'd said and the sincerity with which I'd said it had an effect on her. I thought, perhaps, I'd detected a single ray of hope. By now I was literally on my knees in front of her, hoping to take advantage of whatever love she still had for me. 
"Jenny please let me make it up to you?" 
She seemed to consider it a moment. 
"And you'll do anything?" 
Hope! There was still hope! I felt my heart skip a beat with unexpected joy! 
"Yes anything!" I blurted. 
"Okay then," Jenny said. "I want you to let me hang you." 
I felt the hope and joy I'd experienced just a moment ago suddenly abandon me. Instead I was filled with terror. Over the last two years of our marriage Jenny had often talked about her fascination with erotic asphyxiation. On occasion I'd let her wrap a scarf or tie around my throat as we made love. She would tighten it slowly as she straddled me, my cock buried deep inside her, and very gently "strangle" me while she used my body. I had to admit it was an oddly erotic sensation. The constriction of the blood in my neck seemed to thicken my penis inside her. It was not wholly unpleasant. In fact I found it quite erotic. The only problem was that I was always frightened that in the midst of passion Jenny would go to far. On several occasions I nearly lost consciousness before she could reach orgasm. Fortunately I was able to find the strength to begin thrusting beneath her and thus always managed to send her over the edge just in a nick of time. Her orgasms were cataclysmic. Yet she always seemed somehow disappointed. She had often spoke of her fantasy of hanging me. She guaranteed that it would be safe. That she had done it with several previous boyfriends and knew exactly what she was doing. Still the idea terrified me and I had always refused. Now, at last, it looked like I had no choice. 
"Well," Jenny said, sounding a little impatient. "What's it going to be? If you love me as much as you say, I would hardly think you would need so much time to decide." 
"I'm sorry Jenny," I said. "I do love you. It's just that-" 
"What?" her tone was merciless. 
"It scares me. I'd be so vulnerable. And you're so angry with me…" 
Jenny looked at me sharply. "I guess you'll just have to trust me the way I trusted you." 
"Jenny is there some other way? Please?" 
"No, that's my offer. Take it or leave it." 
I knew she was right. I deserved this. I had broken whatever trust had existed between us and the only way to get it back was to literally put my life in her hands. I really had no choice. Without Jenny there would be no life for me worth living anyway. Besides, deep down I was certain that she loved me and would never hurt me. I was still afraid, though. Even if she was careful there was always the chance for a mistake. It was a chance I was more than willing to take if it meant winning Jenny back. I looked up at her with tear-filled eyes grateful for a second chance. 
"Hang me," I said. 
Jenny didn't seem surprised by my decision. She told me that she would carry out my punishment on Friday. I would receive my instructions during at work that day as to how to prepare and that I wasn't to bring the topic up again. I would be sleeping on the couch that night and for the rest of the week. Otherwise we would continue on as usual. She asked me if I understood and accepted the terms of my sentence. I told her I did and she seemed satisfied. Then she folded up the evidence of my affair, stuck it in a large manila envelope, and locked it away in the desk in her office. The rest of the week passed with a kind of surreal normalcy. I went to work each morning and came home each night as usual. Jenny and I ate dinner together at the kitchen table or caught a bite out to eat if she was held up at the courthouse. 
She was pleasant enough to me and we made the usual small talk. I bought her flowers and candy which she accepted graciously. After dinner, she would retire to her office to work on legal briefs but she would emerge around ten or so to sit on the couch and watch television with me. All in all, our routine was not much different than it had always been. Of course, we did not sleep together and I didn't expect we would. At least not until I paid her the debt I owed. 
The next afternoon I took Donna out for lunch one last time. There I told her that our affair had to end. I was in love with my wife and I could never leave her. To my surprise, Donna didn't seem at all upset. If anything, she seemed somewhat amused to learn that I had gotten caught and that made me a little angry. I always suspected that she had envied Jenny. 
That Friday morning I showered, dressed, and left for work as usual. Jenny still made no mention of my punishment and I almost wondered if she had forgotten all about it. I was disabused of that notion the moment I entered my office and saw my voice-mail button blinking. I picked up the phone, dialed my access code, and listened to Jenny giving me very precise and detailed instructions as to what I was to do. I played the message over four times and jotted down what she said to make sure that I hadn't missed anything. Some of it quite frankly sounded rather strange. 
I was to leave the office at noon-make up some excuse or other. That was my problem she said-and proceed home. On the way, however, I was to stop and pick up a platter of food she had ordered from a local deli. Once home, I was to shower and shave my entire body except for the hair on my head. Then I was to put on the clothing she had left for me on the bed, drink three glasses of red wine, sign the consent form on the kitchen counter, cuff my hands behind me back, and wait kneeling on the floor in the downstairs hall closet. If I failed to meet any of the above requirements she would begin divorce proceedings at once. I could hardly believe what I had heard but I also knew that Jenny meant every word of it and that she had been waiting a very long time to live out this fantasy. I didn't get much work done that morning and when lunch time came around I notified my supervisor that I wasn't feeling well. She was very sympathetic and told me to take care of myself over the weekend. I thanked her for her concern and tried to avoid Donna's curious gaze as I hurriedly left the office. 
I followed Jenny's instructions to the word. After stopping at the deli, I arrived home, stripped off my clothes, and took a long hot shower. I used my razor to take away the hair on my body until I was baby-smooth. I dried myself off and walked into Jenny's bedroom. There lying on the comforter was a simple pale blue shift that looked almost like a hospital gown. Beside it lay a pair of cheap rubber flip-flops. I put the outfit on and proceeded to the kitchen where a bottle of red wine and a glass sat on the counter. I was already feeling more than a little nervous, but the first glass of wine calmed me down. 
The second mellowed me out. And the third made me almost sleepy. I barely bothered to read the sheaf of tightly-typed pages but they seemed to be some kind of document professing my addiction to erotic asphyxiation. They claimed that I no suicidal thoughts and that I acted alone and held no one responsible should my fetish result in injury or death. It all seemed perfectly reasonable and meant to protect Jenny. I already knew there was a small chance that something could go wrong and accepted it. I picked up the pen left near the papers and scrawled my signature. 
Jenny had left the handcuffs on the counter beside the wine bottle and the consent form. I slipped the cuffs on, locking my hands behind me. Then I walked carefully in the flip-flops down the stairs to the hall closet. I crouched down on my knees in the cramped space and waited for Jenny to come home. 
I'm not sure how long I waited. I might have dozed off. But when I heard the sound of Jenny's car pull into the garage I was roused to alertness. She seemed genuinely pleased to see that I was waiting exactly how she'd instructed. She told me to stay where I was for the time being and she would come back for me when she was ready. I blinked wordlessly against the light and Jenny smiled. Then she closed the door and went upstairs. 
>From where I knelt inside the closet I could hear that Jenny was taking her own shower and afterwards blowing out her hair as if she were going out for the evening. I spent some anxious moments before I heard her come down the stairs and open the closet door again. The first thing I saw were her elegant perfectly pedicured feet inside a pair of her best and most feminine high-heeled sandals. My eyes traveled upwards over her elegant black evening dress slit up one. She wore her long brunette hair in a formal updo. Her smooth white shoulders were exposed and around her neck she wore a velvet choker with a diamond pendant that I never remembered seeing before. 
I started to say something about how beautiful she looked when Jenny sharply told me to shut up. I was a prisoner and had no right to speak to her unless I was directly addressed. She asked if I understood and I told her I did. All she said was "good" and then she ordered me to follow her upstairs. I did so as quickly as the handcuffs and my stiff legs would allow. Once upstairs Jenny asked me if I had to use the bathroom. I told her that as a matter-of-fact I did. The wine I had drunk earlier had been causing me some discomfort for a while now but I had dared not disobey her to leave the closet. She told me I had better go now before we got started and I made my way down the hall to the bathroom in my gown and flip-flops. 
It was only when I got there that I realized how impossible it would be for me to go urinate wearing the gown and with my hands cuffed the way they were behind my back. I stood there stupidly wondering whether I should tell Jenny or not when I heard her ordering me back to the living room. I could only hope that my ordeal didn't last long. 
Jenny had placed a simple wooden chair in the middle of the living room. Underneath it was a large square of plastic. She told me to stand on the chair and I did as she said. From the ceiling a thick hemp noose hung down from a heavy duty O-ring fixed to the ceiling. I didn't remember ever seeing it before. Had Jenny just put it up this week? She slipped the noose over my head and tightened the know just below left ear. I gasped a little for breath. God, it was already so tight. As if for added emphasis, she pulled a little on the end of the rope forcing me up on tiptoes to breath better. 
She tied off the rope to a u-bolt in the floor near the baseboard and left me like that, up on my toes, gulping air through my open mouth. Meanwhile she began setting out the platter I had picked up from the deli as well as plates and glasses. I couldn't understand what she was doing and the bewildered expression on my face clearly begged for an explanation. Jenny smiled and walked over to me slowly. She pulled on the rope a little until I went up as high as I could on my toes and a small wet gurgling sound escaped my throat. 
"I've decided to invite some company over darling," she said. "You see your little affair caused me quite a bit of embarrassment. It seems several of the women at the beauty shop knew all about it. Your girlfriend had a big mouth. As a result, I've decided to let them see how I punish infidelity." 
"Please Jenny," I croaked. "You c-can't…" 
e happy together. 
Its true that the last thing to go is your hearing.
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Re: hang for jenny
« Reply #1 on: March 05, 2015, 12:36:00 am »
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"Did you say something prisoner?" she asked, choking off my reply with a yank of the rope. When nothing but a strangled sound came out of me she relaxed her grip. "Good," she said. "Because you haven't been given the right to speak." 
She left me tottering there on my toes trying to keep my balance while she put on some soft jazz and finished preparing for the company. I wasn't looking forward to being put on public display in front of Jenny's friends, but at this point what choice did I have. And she was right. I had humiliated her. Perhaps this would even the score and relieve the terrible guilt I felt. 
The doorbell rang and the first of Jenny's guests began arriving. Each of them were elegantly dressed in evening wear. Jenny offered them wine and something to eat and then invited them to see the "prisoner." The women stood around me munching their appetizers, sipping their wine, and examining me. One of them asked Jenny if she was intending on keeping me dressed. 
"Oh no!" Jenny said to my complete mortification. "He hangs nude! I just wanted him to be presentable for the trial." 
Soon the other guests had arrived-exactly twelve women in all-and after the novelty of my predicament wore off they sat and talked as if nothing were out of the ordinary. At last Jenny called them all to attention. She produced the manila folder with the "evidence" of my affair and read it all in embarrassing detail. I blushed with shame hoping she would stop. But she went through every last detail. When she was done she asked me if I had anything to say in my defense and I stammered out my apologies but Jenny just dismissed them with a wave of her hand. Then she put my fate up to a vote. As if with one voice all the women present enthusiastically declared that I should hang. 
"Sorry darling," Jenny said. "I'm afraid the verdict is in." 
Just then the doorbell rang and one of the women went down to answer it. I heard some talking in the entranceway downstairs and then the sound of footsteps and excited conversation on the way up. It was Donna in a beautiful, low-cut red ball gown and standing beside her was Jim, the handsome senior partner in Jenny's law firm. 
"I'm not too late for the hanging I hope?" Donna said. 
"Not at all" Jenny said casually. She saw the shocked expression on my face and seemed to relish explaining this most unusual turn of events. She told me that knowing I would never have the balls to cheat on her myself she had purposely solicited Donna to have an affair with me. The fact was that she was already having an affair with Jim and she wanted me out of the way. Since I had written and signed a document explaining my fascination with erotic asphyxiation her firm would personally see to it that my death was ruled an accident and not a suicide. Therefore my insurance policy would be paid and the money would be turned over to Donna. Jenny smiled and asked me if I had any questions. I was too shocked to speak. 
"Okay then. The prisoner shall be stripped!" 
There was enthusiastic applause from the ladies and Jenny stepped forward with a pair of scissors and easily shred the gown I wore to pieces. I stood there naked on the chair in front of twelve leering shouting women, including Jenny, Donna, and worst of all, Jim, who stood in the corner, arms folded across his chest, watching me with a smug victorious look on his face. 
"Any last words?" Jenny asked. 
"Jenny," I stammered, hardly able to speak. "Tell me this is all still a game? Please?" 
"Sorry darling," she said coolly. "It's a death sentence." 
She stepped around behind me and I could feel the chair being slowly pulled from beneath my feet. I tried to step backwards as quickly as I could but I was only delaying the inevitable. Soon the chair was swept out from under me completely and my legs swung forward, their weight pulling the noose tighter around my throat. There was a gasp of excitement from the ladies present and my legs started wildly kicking the air. One of my flip-flops flew off my foot and landed on the floor. The blood seemed to stop inside my head and I could hear the thunder of my own heartbeat. I opened my mouth and gasped for air but I could hardly draw a breath. 
I could feel an unbearable pressure building behind my eyes. I searched the faces surrounding me for mercy but there was none. Instead several of the women seemed to be laughing and pointing at my crotch. I couldn't hear for the pounding in my ears but I knew what they were pointing at. The constriction around my throat had a predictable effect on my cock which was now fully and painfully erect. I could now feel my heart beating in my cock as well as in my throat as the noose tightened even more and my kicking slowed. My legs were now so heavy it was an effort to move them at all. 
I strained to touch my toes to the floor but of course Jenny made sure I was hung just a couple of tantalizing inches too high. Yes, it was only a matter of inches. But those few inches were all the difference between life and death The weight of my legs hanging straight down not tightened the noose even more and only occasionally was I able to kick my feet. The other flip-flop dangled off the end of my foot momentarily and fell to the floor. 
I could feel myself beginning to black out from lack of air. I tried to call out to Jenny but nothing came from my lips but a strangled gurgle and a thin line of frothy saliva. Certainly this had to be a game? She couldn't have planned this as she had said? This had to be all part of the lesson she had wanted to teach me. I tried to move my eyes around the room but I couldn't find Jenny anywhere. O god Jenny where are you? You wouldn't let me die like this. I know you wouldn't. Would you? These thoughts went round and round in my mind as I fought for breath and to hang on to consciousness. I knew if I blacked out it would be all over. I would stop struggling to breathe and strangle to death at the end of the rope. 
Just as I tried to call out to Jenny again something totally unexpected happened. I suddenly felt an involuntarily tightening of my pelvic and sphincter muscles and quite with out warning I began humping the empty air. The catcalls and whistles from my audience actually pierced the thudding in my head. Oh god, why are they doing this? I thought. How can they just sit there while this is happening to me? These thoughts were quickly chase away by the orgasmic wave building swiftly through my body. It shook me all the way from my toes to my head and exploded through my cock in a seemingly endless white loop of come that had the ladies squealing with glee. 
"Did I miss something?" 
It was Jenny. 
"He just came!" three of the women offered in unison 
"Funny," Jenny said laughing. "So did I." 
Even in the state I was in I recognized Jenny's sweet voice over the din. I followed the sound of her voice searching for her face. I instinctively knew I didn't have much time left to live. She would let me down now. I was certain. I had learned my lesson. I had been shamed more than any one person deserved to be shamed. I found her looking slightly disheveled, her lipstick smeared, leaning against Jim. She looked happy and contented. I could feel my heart skip a beat as I understood the implications of what she and Jim had just done. She reluctantly unthreaded her arm from Jim's and walked slowly towards me. Oh please hurry Jenny! My brain felt like it was going to explode from the building pressure. Please hurry! 
But Jenny was in no hurry. She moved towards me at an agonizingly slow pace. I could hardly breathe now, the noose around my throat having tightened so that my windpipe was nearly completely closed. My legs hung down lifeless and heavy. I was truly strangling. Jenny stood in front of me now and I tried to speak. Not a sound came from my open mouth. Jenny smiled. She looked up at my hanging body and rising up on tiptoe kissed my lips which now felt swollen to twice their size. 
"Thank you darling," she said. "I've always wanted to do this to you." 
I tried one last time to speak but this time a long stream of drool poured from my numb lips. 
"It's okay honey," Jenny said, gently smoothing back the sweaty hair that had fallen in face. "Don't fight it. It's time for you to die. " 
Jenny stepped back and the enormity of what she said hit me. This was it. There was no turning back. She intended to snuff me. She stepped back so that the others could see. I looked at them all one last time. Their eyes were glistening with excitement and anticipation. A few of them had even slipped their hands under their fancy dresses. My terrified eyes caught Donna's and she was smiling. She gave me a lascivious wink and blew me a kiss. In one final mute appeal I rolled my bulging eyes towards Jenny but she only mouthed the words she had said before. It's time for you to die. 
Or maybe she said them. I can't be sure. The blood was thundering through my ears and my heart was laboring in vain. There was no air coming into my lungs. It was true. It was time for me to die and my body knew it. I felt a tremendous build-up of pressure in my bladder and at first I tried to let only a little leak out. I was still trying to hold on to some last dignity. The piss burned hot again my thighs and I heard it patter on the chair and the plastic sheet under it. So that's what the plastic sheet was for. Jenny had planned this all along. 
The terrible sadness of my imminent death struck me like a hammer-blow. I realized all at once that there was no dignity left me. The end was inevitable and to resist was not only futile but would only prolong my indignity. Yes, the most dignified thing to do was to give up and die. That was all that Jenny had left me with. Something inside still wanted to hang on but I gave that something up. Instead, I let myself go limp and relaxed my bladder. I felt the flood of warm piss pour down my legs. There was something comforting about the feeling, something liberating. When it was over, I felt the last of my urine dripping from my bare toes. My body was going into its death throes now. I could feel it shaking, trembling, dancing at the end of the rope. I was putting on a good show. I could only hope that I had done Jenny proud. It was a strange thing to think, I know, but it was all I had left. I had been snuffed and the only thing people would remember of me was how I had died. I guess its true you stay around just a little bit after you're already dead. I heard the last final thud of my heart stopping in mid-beat. I felt my swollen tongue protruding from my bloated lips and the blood where I had bit it trickle on my chin. My eyes had rolled upward and the last thing I saw was the o-ring screwed in the ceiling and the last thought I had was that Jim must have put it there. I hope they are