Hang Her High/HandsFront/Hang Her
"Ok, it's that time. Stand up." you tell the young woman.
She doesn't hesitate. She pulls her feet from the stool where they had been resting, and placed them on the floor. She then smoothly stands and looks at you for further instructions.
"I want you to step up onto the chair yourself. I want you to walk to your own execution." You tell her. She had said that she wanted to believe that you would kill her and not let her down, so it seemed appropriate. You aren't sure you'll let it go that far, but you could play her game. You watch as this lithe young woman walks quickly to the chair and places one foot onto it. She looks to you and you place a steadying hand on her hip and she then steps up into the chair. Carefully she shuffles her feet to turn herself around so she is facing you.
You climb up onto the chair with her, careful not to knock her over and gently pull the loop open and place it in front of her face. Without hesitation, she sticks her head through the loop. You admire the look of the noose, draped loosely around her shoulders. It seems so peaceful like this, no threat. Of course it's just a lie. You take the knot in your hand and move it behind her left ear. Once in place you start to tighten the knot, staring into this willing young woman's eyes. She returns the gaze, a look of pure need written on her face.
Once you are done positioning the knot, you step down and move to the anchor point. You take up the slack. You continue to pull on the rope, the tension pulling her off her heels, and standing on the balls of her feet. She is watching you, smiling.
You once again admire the woman in front of you, noosed and lifted so she has to use her toes to balance. She wiggles slightly as she shifts her body to maintain her balance, all the while looking at you, waiting for you to pull the chair away and hang her by her neck. You want something more.
"I want you to hang yourself. All you have to do is lift your feet and you will start to swing." You say.
"I would love nothing more than to obey that command, but you must hang me. This has to be your doing." Her voice has the slightest hint a rasp as the rope tugs at her neck.
"Ok. Then I'm going to do it the way I want." You place your hand on her stomache and immeditely she tenses and you pull your hand away.
"You may only touch me while I am hanging." she protests, the light rasp still coming through.
"Can you put your heels down?" she shakes her head no. "Can you breathe normally." again the small shake of her head. "Then you are hanging and you are mine. Besides, I think you will like this."
She nods again, this time a quick yes. You put your hand back on her stomache and slide it down her young skin until you reach her mound. You twist your hands and a rasping gasp escapes her lips. Cupping her pussy you push your middle finger into her soping pussy illiciting a heavy moan deep in her throat.
"This makes the perfect hook, doesn't it?" You ask, and then start pulling her toward you. Her eyes widen as she realizes what you are doing. You study this look as her toes slide toward the edge of the chair and oblivion and you are now certain it's not fear or shock, but the realization of what she has been imagining since she entered this room.
She stares at you, a smile on her lips now, as her toes reach the edge and then slip off. Instantly her pussy pushes into your hand driving your finger further into her as her weight is taken fully by the rope.
You pull your hand from her pussy, it's dripping with her juices. You move behind her and grab the chair getting it out of the way then quickly move around her to watch her.
You step back and admire the young woman's lithe body as it begins it's struggle in the noose. Her legs begin to reach in every direction, searching for some purchase to step up on to. Her arms fight against the bonds, trying to get free. Her chest heaves and her mouth opens and closes in an effort to breathe. It's her body's futile attempt to get out of the noose and her restraints.
She knows that this is futile, but the struggle makes her body dance in a way that is both erotic and captivating. As her legs kick outward, her pussy is well exposed to you, and just below eye level. Her attempts to breathe are actually partially successful, though she has to work to get air passed the closing rope. This causes her breasts to heave and bounce as her chest muscles heave. The smile on her lips tells you that she is enjoying herself. The fact that her eyes are locked on yours, as much as is possible, tells you that she is putting on this show for you.
Her bound hands lift to her throat. At first it appears that she is trying to pull at the rope and get it loose, but as you watch you can see her fingers rubbing the rope, almost caressing it. You watch as she slowly rubs her neck and the the rope for a few moments. These slow deliberate movements are a stark contrast to the heaving of her chest and the kicking of her legs which appears more chaotic and frantic.
You continue to watch as she lowers her arms again and are almost shocked as she starts rubbing her pubic mound with her fingers. Before long her fingers find her pussy lips and she begins rubbing between them. Her eyes close momentarily in bliss, but then shoot back open staring directly at you. After all she did say she would put on a show for you.
NOTE: This part is under construction. This could use "Game" design, but I'm not sure exactly how
What's next?
She did say you could do anything you wanted to her while she was in the noose.