Slowly she walked to the small step stool. She paused and looked back at me. I held my face as impassive and firm as possible. I could see the hope for a reprieve fade in her eyes. She looked at the stool, and took a deep breath. Then she stepped up onto it. She turned to face me. Slowly she lifted the noose above her head, and slowly slipped it down around her neck. She paused a moment. She dropped the noose against her breasts and pushed her long hair out of the loop.

"Tight," I ordered. She looked at me puzzled, then realized what I meant. She gripped the knot with her left hand, and the running end of the rope with her right. She pulled the rope through the knot, bringing the knot tight to her neck. She paused. Nervously she fingered the soft cotton rope around her neck.

"Go on," I said. She looked up at the heavy metal ring mounted in the overhead beam. She lifted the running end of the rope, and fed it through the ring so that it fell down in front of her face. She pulled up the slack, lifting the noose to touch her face. She fed the running end through the ring again, and then tied two half hitches to hold it. She twisted the noose around her throat so that the knot rested against her left ear.

She looked at me expectantly, hopefully.

"Strip," I ordered. That was not what she had wanted to hear, but she obeyed.

Starting at the neck she unbuttoned her blouse. At the waist she pulled up the tails and undid the last button. She pulled out the tails all around and pulled the shirt off of her shoulders. With a shrug the white nylon slid down her arm to catch at the wrists, and then with a flick of her wrists it fell free to flutter to the floor. She glanced at me but I remained firm. She undid the two waist band buttons at the side of her skirt. Holding the waist band with one hand she unzipped the skirt with the other. Hooking her thumbs in the skirt she started to push it down, leaning forward slightly as she usually did. The noose grabbed at her neck. She jerked. The stool wobbled dangerously. Both her hands flew to the rope around her neck to steady herself.

"Let go," I ordered. She looked at me desperately but did not comply.

"Let go!"

Standing very straight, she lowered her hands.

"The skirt," I said, nodding at her hips, where the skirt still clung. With exaggerated caution she brought her hands to her hips and pushed the skirt free to fall to her ankles.

I paused a moment to admire her. Her dark hair. The noose tight around her neck. The lacy bra that supported without concealing. The matching panties, with the dark swell at the crotch. Beneath the panties a slim garter belt holding up stockings that were white like the blouse that lay on the floor.

"Continue."

I detected a slight quiver in her lips, as she looked at me longingly. She reached up slowly behind her back to the bra hooks, and pulled them free. With a shrug she slipped the straps off of her shoulders. For a moment she held the flimsy garment before her, with a hint of modesty. She closed her eyes and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were large and full; they had the slight sag that bespoke their bulk. The aureoles were large and light, the nipples themselves were swelling in unspoken, perhaps unwilling, admission of the thrill she was feeling.

I stepped up to her, and ran my hands over her hips for a moment. Then I slipped my fingers into the back of her panties, and caressed her soft buttocks. She lifted her arms, brought them around my head and shoulders and pulled me to her breasts. I nuzzled them for a moment with my face. My tongue licked out, and teased one eager nipple.

I pushed down her panties, over her hips, and down her thighs. The garter belt underneath slipped slightly. I stepped back, and continued to slowly push her last vestige of modesty down her legs. As I sank to my knees, my face was just below her crotch, and I could admire the goal of my lust.

As the panties reached the skirt lying around her ankles I ordered her to lift her foot. Her feet shook slightly, but in fear of the noose around her neck, she did not comply.

"Come on." I insisted. She raised her hands to the rope around her neck to steady herself again, and carefully lifted one foot, allowing me to free the panties on one side. She then carefully placed her foot down on the skirt before raising the other.

I stood with her panties in my hand. She looked at me, wondering if I would insist on the ultimate expression of her trust in me. I smiled.

"Play with yourself," I ordered. Again this was not what she wanted to hear, but this order was not unwelcome. Her hands rose to her breasts. She watched me enjoy the sight, as I watched her caress her nipples. She drew her fingernails in circles around the tender tips. She pinched and squeezed gently. She took the fleshy bulges in her hands and kneaded them. Her hands stroked her sides, pressed her breasts together, and rubbed over the rope around her neck. She drew her own silhouette with her hands as they rubbed down over her breasts and belly, to her pelvis. With a sigh she slipped her fingers into the soft fur between her legs.

When she flexed her knees to spread her legs, the rope pulled at her neck limiting her movement. She raised her left hand to the rope, while the right dug into the folds of flesh where moist desire waited. Her left hand pressed the noose against her face, and she rubbed her cheek against it. The middle finger of her right hand pumped in and out wetly.

I dropped her panties then stepped up to her, and took her hand, noose and face in my hands to press them tightly. I kissed her longingly on the lips. Her right hand left her sex, and clutched at mine bulging in my trousers. My hands dropped to her waist, and I pulled her body to mine. Her breasts pressed against me, her arm trapped between our bellies. I ran my tongue along her neck where the rope so lightly pressed in. Stepping back slightly, I bent over just enough to run my tongue down her chest to her breasts. I flicked my tongue over her nipples and was pleased at the firmness in them. Her hands ran up and down my back, pulling at my shirt.

I stepped back, and again took a second to admire the woman. The garter belt and stockings served to accentuate her sex, emphasizing the dark hair of her pubis. The aroused nipples seemed to reach out at me. She looked at me with desire in her eyes.

"Will you do anything I order?," I asked. She hesitated, knowing what that could mean in terms of her own suffering. She clutched at her belly with her hands, and wet her lips with her tongue. Then, she nodded.

"Say it." I ordered.

"I will do anything you tell me to." she replied.

"Yes, you will." I said. "You enjoy submitting to my will, even when it means pain." She looked down and away, hiding her reaction from me. As much as she needed and wanted the suffering I gave her, she still felt degraded by her own perverse desires.

"Don't you?" I asked. She hesitated again.

"Don't you?" I insisted.

She looked up at me, took a deep breath which pressed out her breasts, and firmly answered "Yes."

I unbuckled my belt and slipped it out of the loops. Taking it in my hands I stepped to the side. She started to turn to follow, but paused when her feet shifted on the little stool it wobbled and she froze. One hand rose to clutch at the rope around her neck.

"Put your hands between your legs." I ordered. She obeyed, and both her hands clutched at her pubis, causing her to wobble on the stool again. I swung the belt out experimentally. She could see it swing, and took a few quick deep breaths.

I swung the belt quickly against her buttocks, causing a sharp slap. She twitched, and almost fell off of the stool. Her hands popped instinctively out from between her legs, but she quickly returned them as she recovered her balance.

When the belt slapped against her a second time she was better prepared, and only swayed slightly. The belt crashed down on her buttocks a third time, and a soft whine escaped her. A fourth stroke brought out a repeat of the whine, and a fifth brought out a gasp. On the sixth slap of the belt she began to cry. On seven, she wobbled. On eight, she shook.

On the ninth stroke of the belt she lost her balance. The little stool skittered away, the abandoned skirt fell to the floor, and her feet swung free. A cry of fear was smothered by the crushing rope around her neck. Frantically she flailed her arms as if trying to find something to grab onto. A second later she began to thrash with her feet. Her hands dug into the rope squeezing her neck, but she could not get a purchase. The twisted rope swung in tiny circles and her dangling body slowly rotated.

Although her head was tilted unnaturally at the top of the stretched neck, she managed to make eye contact with me. I stood calmly watching her life threatening dance. Her widened eyes seemed to calm upon seeing me. She relaxed her struggles; her arms sank to her side. Eye contact was lost as the swing of the rope turned her face away from me but still she no longer struggled. I could see her breast rise and fall with her efforts to force air past the strangling noose. Her naked body was extended unnaturally displaying its sensuous form for my pleasure.

I swung the belt against her buttocks for the last time. She jerked when the slap struck her relaxed skin unexpectedly. The jerk in turn caused a fresh twist to the swaying rope. Her dangling body swung in a new direction. As her face turned back in my direction, I could see fear and pain etched in it, but also calm resignation to her fate. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Hastily I pulled the knife from my pocket, and unfolded it. With her weight on the rope, it was stretched taut and easy to cut. She fell into my arms, throwing her arms around me. Dropping my knife, I pulled at the noose, loosening it enough that she was no longer threatened. Together we sank to the floor.

She spread her legs, and pulled her knees up. Her hands clawed at the shirt on my back. Holding myself up on one hand, I pulled at my trousers with the other. As soon as my sex was free I guided it to hers, and with an eager thrust I rammed it in. Her hips pushed back to meet me, and we fell immediately into rhythm. Stripping and whipping and hanging were enough foreplay for our strange lusts. It was only moments before she began to climax. The convulsions and tensions of her body signalled mine more clearly than words, and I began to climax as well.

She left the noose on when she rose to go clean up in the bathroom. She still had it on when she returned. The cut end dangled between her naked breasts. I reached out to take the end in my hand, and used it to pull her to me. Languidly she came into my arms.

"Next time," she whispered, "can you make me come while I hang?"