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The Story (fiction)
As a reporter for an online channel, you sometimes have to do some stories that you don't want to do, just to pay the bills. Normally, my boss sends me out on stories on culture; food, wine, the arts...things I know about and enjoy. The channel I work for also has a segment that they call “The Dark Side”. Very cheesy.
This week, “The Dark Side” reporter was unavailable; she was reporting on a thing where you can get yourself kidnapped and we haven't seen in her like two weeks. So, instead of reviewing a new Thai restaurant, my boss plugged me into a story for “The Dark Side”. It was to be about erotic asphyxiation.
I had done my research. I read up on how one can get high off of cutting off oxygen to the brain. Some people even experience hallucinations. And of course, how it can heighten an orgasm to higher level. My boss wanted me to focus on the safety side of this; and the fact that some people die to get this high or orgasm.
The meeting took place in an industrial park that was quite busy. I had been expecting an abandoned, run-down evil-looking place, but...it was just a shop. There were, of course, equipment you might expect: racks, whips, cuffs....standard, television dungeon equipment. The only difference was a metal structure in the middle of the shop. With a white rope noose dangling down.
I met with the Goddess and her pet slave. She was wearing all latex, a bodysuit actually. Very form fitting; her red hair up in a bun. She looked very severe. Her slave, no name for him, was big and muscled. His pants were a little too tight and I could see pretty much everything, which made me blush. But he wore that creepy, leather hood with a gag. Goddess said he was wearing a penis gag. Poor guy.
We sat in two chairs; the slave was on all fours. We had a good, thirty minute interview on the safety of erotic asphyxiation and how deaths occur. I had enough to edit and make a fifteen minute story for the channel segment. That's when Goddess asked if I would like to try the noose around my neck. She thought it would make for good optics.
Not wanting to be rude, I agreed, and honestly, I thought a sign off with a noose around my neck was just cheesy enough for the segment so why not? We reset the camera in front of the gallows, her word not mine and prepared for the shot.
Since I normally do a culture piece, I had an image to maintain. Dressing up the way the now-missing reporter did would make this whole thing look like a third-rate, soft-core porno, so I dressed more conservatively than I normally do.
A beige suit jacket over a long-sleeved, white blouse. High-neck collar and buttoned up, of course. The skirt I chose went past my knees, halfway down my thighs. You can see just enough to know I was wearing hose, and I was wearing short heels. I wore a white headband. Goddess had poked fun at me, asking if I was from the Christian News Network.
I pressed record and walked to the gallows. I had noticed that there was no stage or deck. Goddess simply said she wasn't comfortable with drops and preferred to pull on the rope to lift her so-called willing submissive up by the neck.
She asked me, just as I was approaching if she could cuff my wrists and ankles. I laughed and said no. She shrugged and said she just wanted to show why she would do something like that for safety reasons on camera. After a moment, I gave her permission; it would look good.
As I stood under the noose, her slave approached me in a crawl and put steel cuffs on my ankles. Then he stood up and gently pulled my hands behind me. All the while, Goddess was explaining safety rules. With a very loud click, my wrists were cuffed behind me.
Goddess placed the noose around my neck. I felt a small stab of fear as she cinched tight around my neck. Her slave went to the rope and put his hands on it. I opened my mouth in protest but Goddess quickly told me that he was going to pull just enough to make my head to tilt to one side and then I could make my closing statement with that visual. I nodded, I was still nervous.
Goddess stood next to me and gave her slave a signal. The rope pulled on my neck and my head did tilt some. I was lifted a little bit up, and the noose did cut off a tiny bit of air, but as Goddess said, he would only go so far and stop. I smiled for the camera.
I took a breath and said, “Thank you for watching, my name is Suzy and this is---HRRRGGGKKKK!”
I was viciously pulled up onto my toes, the noose putting pressure on me My mouth went wide open as did my eyes, looking at Goddess. I was squeaking out demands. But Goddess just laughed.
She slipped a gloved hand into my jacket and started to roughly knead my breasts. I squealed and struggled. I demanded that she stop. Then I begged her to. Then I whimpered. And she hissed into my ear, “Oh, stop it! You know you want it you fucking slut...”
As she was groping me roughly, she bit my ear lobe and whispered, “You ARE going to hang, but don't worry, we won't kill you. In fact, if you don't like it...we'll let you go and you can make this an expose, how does that sound?
I tried to nod, but the noose kept me in place. I would have agreed to anything, just get out of that noose! But she kept whispering into my ear.
“But if you LIKE it...then you have to stay here and be my gasper-slut-in-training...deal?”
I croaked out a yes. I mean, obviously I wasn't going to like it! I figured that I could suffer through it and they might let me go!
Goddess smiled a vicious smile. She stepped back and made sure she wasn't in the way of the camera. She snapped her fingers and the slave pulled me into the air.
I panicked, The air cut off immediately. I could tell that my eyes were bugging out, My mouth kept opening and closing. My ankles kicked a little but were held by the cuffs. I tried pulling on the cuffs, but all I managed to do was make myself sway around a little.
I barely made any sounds, Just small grunts and pathetic whines. As my lungs started to burn, my body took over and refused to listen to my mind. My body told my legs to lift up and they tried but the skirt held them to a point. But I was still kicking. My arms tried to go up one side of my body, hands brushing my breasts in an effort to get to the noose. Finally, after I started to loose strength, my arms went back.
I felt my left heel slide, dangle on my toes for a moment, then fall to the floor.
Pretty soon, I was ignoring the burning in my lungs. There was a rushing feeling of blood in my face. I could hear the blood rush in my ears; it was all I could hear. I knew my eyes were open, but I wasn't really seeing anything.
My body had gotten fairly still. It periodically jerked. But my hands were spasming like crazy behind my back in the cuffs. My nose felt clogged up for some reason. I think I was making a few “hkkking” noises. Pretty soon, just my middle fingers were moving on their own, making jerking motions.
My tongue had started to slip out between my lips. But it felt fat and was taking up the room in my mouth and cheeks. I think I may have drooled over my chin.
And then it hit me; this wonderful feeling. Such pleasure! Such, over-riding pleasure that wiped everything else away. And as I slipped away into the black, my last thought was....”this is so DELICIOUS...”
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Two days later, as I sat in my chair, lashed to it with belts. A strict harness, panel gag on my head. And a zip tie on my neck, so tight it was cutting off a lot of my air, but letting me breathe just enough.
My legs were lashed so they were spread. I was on top of a hitachi vibe, moving my hips, rubbing on it at the high setting. I had my training headphones on, Goddess' voice guiding me. Telling me how to be the perfect, submissive, gasper slut for her, for my Goddess.
She came in and took the headphones off. I looked up at her, and tried to beg through the gag to be choked or hung as I was rubbing myself on the vibe. She shushed me and told me that my boss had gotten my resignation and my last story ever.
I sighed in happiness. I then offered Goddess my neck by lifting my chin up.
She smiled down at me, “That's a good gasper. Now be a good slut for me and move your hips faster over that vibe.”
I moved my hips, felt more pleasure and moaned into my gag. And then Goddess put her hands on my neck and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed.....
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