The other night, while at a particularly slow night at work, I came up with an idea to solve a problem I've been having. See, I love noose play. Love it! Sadly, we live in a small apartment with no ceiling beams or access points where I can affix the rope to pull my bitch up onto her toes. My solution? Using the bamboo poles, previously seen on Fetlife, I bound them on either side of a chair. Being around five feet in height, they extend well above the head level of a sitting slave. I then tied a cross piece at the very top, over which a rope may be slung. With this design, I can bind my slave in the chair, tying her hands tightly just under the seat, then run a noose over the cross beam and around her neck. Finally, with her sitting helplessly I can take the other end of the rope, run under the seat of the chair, and from any comfortable place within reach of the rope, stretch her neck to the fullest. So hot!
So, last night I finally got the chance to put my contraption to the test. Coming home from work, I quickly gathered everything I needed and bound my bitch into the chair. It was clear that apprehension had gripped her and an undercurrent of fear was in the air. Delicious.
Thus bound hand and foot to the chair, I ran the noose over the cross beam and set up my camera. Oh yes, I very rarely get the chance to hang my slave so when I do, I make damn sure I get it on camera. Once ready, I tossed the noose over her head and tightened it down. She made a whining comment about the noose pulling her hair and I reminded her it was about to pull a lot more than that. She pouted and took a deep breath.
The nice thing about this particular rig is that I can sit anywhere within ropes reach of the bound bitch and choke the life out of her from a comfortable spot. So, finding just such a spot, I settled in, set one camera to capture video and readied the other to snap some memorable shots.
Then, I took hold of the rope and, slowly at first, began to pull. The chair worked like a charm, drawing her up straight and bringing a blush to her face in moments. I love that look. The way a strangling bitch's lips will purse, the sound of ragged breathing and the way their eyes half close. What a lovely shade of reddish purple too.
The first round was brief, and brought more than one smile to her face. But I suspect that was more out of nervousness than enjoyment. So I brought her up again, pulling tighter on the rope, choking her. Her hands clenched at nothing and her feet wiggled. All the while her neck continued to stretch upwards, pulling her head at slight sideways angle.
Oh you should have heard the labored breathing and eventual squeaking of her piteous begging to be let down. The first time she tapped her leg I let her down, catching a little breath before dragging her right back up. The next time she begged, slapping at her thigh I told her no and left her stretching until I was ready to let her catch another brief breath.
Tears in her eyes now, she sobbed and coughed, stretching her neck this way and that as if she could free herself from the noose. Poor helpless slave. I pulled her up yet again, pulling harder and leaving her squirming against her bonds, trying desperately to follow her captured head higher and higher. She gagged, sobbed, pleaded, wiggled, but to no avail as I left her hanging, her ass just barely touching the cushioned seat of the chair.
At last, I let her down, reveling in the sounds of her labored gasping. Another moment to compose herself and I told her we were going to do it again, but this time I was really going to make her suffer. She cried, pleading for me to stop. But, what are you going to do? I'm a sadistic bastard.
Winding the rope around a door knob in the hall way and doubling back so I could walk around her to get pictures from all sides, I started one last time. I hoisted her up, loving the way her body slowly straightened till her head cocked again slightly to the side and her eyes narrowed, tears peeking at their corners. Her mouth twisted and her tongue protruded a little, an excellent indicator of just the right tightness around the neck. Her hands flailed, her feet danced, her face reddened, her ass wagged, and the whole while I loved it.
Twice she nearly tipped herself over onto the floor, so the next time, I'm binding her feet up off of the floor and back under her. But despite that one problem, the hanging chair worked like a charm. Leaving her begging and gasping just as I had planned. Finally, as she was just on the edge of passing out, I eased her down. She collapsed into a sobbing pile of gasping slave and I couldn't be happier...