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"OK, go ahead."
It's been a nice evening. Pizza and beer for dinner, dancing at an offbeat place I know about.
She sure is a sexy dancer, and she'd grab me and start necking every time we got off the dance floor and into an out of the way corner.
Lots of time to talk, kiss, and look into each others eyes; a little light necking when we thought nobody was looking.
Not that I have any objections, you understand; she's also a great necker. Then we got caught in traffic on the way over here; there was a truck accident of some kind on the freeway...
...and we got stuck in a solid, unmoving jam for 20 minutes. Other people may have gotten hot under the collar, but we found a way to pass the time. Come to think of it, we got hot, too.
But then the traffic started moving again and I had to pay attention to my driving; it seemed to take forever to get here.
By the time we get here the beer has worn off, but I'm intoxicated with his clean, male scent and the feel of his warm body in my arms and his hands on my back, neck, face and shoulders. Now its time for some serious necking...
...out here with nobody else around. I guess the necking we did on the freeway was good for something besides passing the time; she practically jumps into my arms as soon as I turn off the engine. I barely have time to slide out from behind the wheel. I'm almost as hot as she is; my hands roam all over her upper body, caressing her face and neck and hugging her tightly to me. She feels great to press up against, soft in all the right places; she smells real sexy too.
It's hard to see him in the moonlight, but I remember how he looked when we were dancing. I know I'm beautiful too. He kisses me long and deep, his tongue plunging into my throat as I moan heavily. I press my tongue against his, feeling its wet warmth in my mouth and then pushing my tongue into his mouth so he moans too.
Soon she's breathing even faster than I am. I break the kiss and turn her head so I can nibble gently on her earlobe.
He breathes warmly onto my ear for a few seconds, then takes my earlobe between his teeth. I sigh, and he nibbles it gently, then harder until it's almost painful. I moan louder.
I reach down and pull the release lever for her seat -- she always has trouble with that -- and she reclines her seat almost all the way back.
I stretch my hands way over my head and he ties them together, then over the back of the seat and down to the frame below.
I like her helpless, at my mercy; it gets me really excited.
It makes me feel helpless, shivery, weak, excited, and this isn't the first time. The things he does to me are scary, but they turn me on. No, they turn me on because they're scary.
I leave her earlobe so I can plant a long warm kiss in the hollow of her neck. Just thinking about her neck makes me hot, and looking at it and kissing it is just... so ... right now.
He presses his warm lips against the hollow of my neck and I get so excited I feel weak and shivery. My nostrils are again full of his scent, and I'm sure he's just ...
She smells great, and I can see her nipples erect under her thin blouse
...as intoxicated by the perfume I bought last week. I can feel my nipples
pressing against the fabric of my blouse, and I'm sure he knows
they're erect by now.
"I'm ready," I whisper.
He pulls back, takes another piece of rope out of his pocket and loops
it around my neck.
I wrap it twice around her neck and tie an overhand knot at the back of her neck, leaving the ends dangling loose over her shoulders. This has become part of our ritual, I choke her slowly while we kiss...
...It makes us both so excited we can hardly stand it.
I grab her and kiss her again, and again our tongues fight in her mouth. I keep this up until she's panting good and hard and really needs her breath.
and soon we're panting like we've been running a race. And now, when I'm breathing hard like this...
I wrap the ends of the rope around my hands for a good grip and slowly pull them apart.
I tense up as the rope starts to tighten around my neck; this is scary even though I enjoy it.
So I start kissing her again; I bite her lower lip gently, then push my tongue into her mouth.
I relax a little as the context changes from danger to sex; the rope starts to cut off my air...
...and the sound of her breath rasping in her throat makes me even hornier. But there's something I've been wondering about. I've been nerving myself up to ask her about this, and I finally decide there's no time like the present. I break off the kiss and ease up on the rope so she can talk.
"Something wrong?" I ask. I'm surprised because our usual ritual is to kiss like this for several minutes until I'm weak and almost unbearably excited.
"No," I answer, "I was just wondering why you go for this. I get turned on by your struggling to breathe and by the sight of the rope biting into your neck. But what do you get out of it?"
I have to pause a moment; I never really put it into words. Slowly, thinking it out as I go along, I tell him, "Well, it's partly the danger... I've always been excited by... taking chances... When we do this I'm... trusting you with my breath... with my life. Sometimes... I fantasize about... if you got angry because I won't have sex with you."
I can still see the rope biting into her neck, and her voice is harsh and raspy, not her usual melodious alto. "I'd like to hear about your fantasy," I say. This is starting to sound exciting.
Even in the moonlight I can see that his eyes are gleaming with excitement.
"Well... alright but keep in mind that it's just a
fantasy. I figure we've been almost-lovers for long enough I can trust
you with this. Anyway, here's what I think about sometimes:
"We start out as usual, kissing while you strangle me oh, so slowly,
with that rope; not too much at first but you slowly pull harder and I have
to work more to breathe. We keep kissing like that until I'm almost
too excited to take it anymore, then I pull back. As always, you push my
limits and keep the rope tight around my neck. I'm used to that, you
usually watch the rope bite into my neck while you jack off.
"I always worry about that part, that you'll get so involved with your
own pleasure that you'll pull too hard or too long. It's scary, and
that makes me even more excited, and I usually come about the same
time you do.
"But in my fantasy it's not an accident. I imagine you resentful
because I go out with you two or three times a week, but won't have
sex with you, won't go down on you, won't even give you a hand job.
I think about your frustration making you forget the good part, that
you can find other girls for sex but not for this ropeplay, not very
many. Most girls would be gone like a shot if you even suggested it.
"So you've been building up this anger against me, and when I break
off the kiss you slowly pull the rope a little tighter; I go from
rasping to snoring. That makes me more afraid, and I struggle to get my
hands loose. I pull against the ropes, trying to slip my wrists out
of them; I jerk as hard as I can to try to break them but they're way
too strong."
As she tells this fantasy, I slowly pull the rope tighter, so she has to struggle for each breath and I can hear it rasp in her throat. I kiss her again, hard and deep."Go on," I murmur, more excited than ever.
I ask you what's going on, but it's just a whisper, I can't get anything more out past the rope around my neck.
"And I don't answer, I just pull the rope a little tighter."
I nip her ear again.
I close my eyes to see it better before I go on, "You look keenly at my neck where the rope is wrapped around it. It's biting deeper than ever before and you can see the blood pooling in my neck and my mouth open wide, gasping for air. You watch as my chest heaves, trying vainly to get more air, and the sight makes you harder. Your penis throbs and jumps with excitement. And once you have me helpless like this, there's nothing to stop you from enjoying my body."
"Yes..." I hiss tensely, "I tear open your shirt and start kissing your nipples, licking and sucking them."
"You never release your grip on the rope."
"No... in fact I pull it tighter, but slowly... I don't want you to die too fast."
"You plant kisses on the sensitive undersides of my breasts and the skin between them. I realize there's no way I can stop you, and try even harder to get my hands free so I can push you away."
"I rip your panties off -- I could easily do it right now -- and open my jeans to free my aroused cock."
"You feel my pussy lips and find them already swollen. Your probing finger finds my button and, in spite of my fear, I jump with the pleasure of it. You can feel that I'm already wet, so you push your way into my virgin slit."
"You try to scream, but can only manage a groaning gurgle. I push my way in slowly, feeling your body jerk as you struggle against me. You thrash your head around, trying to jerk the rope out of my hand."
"You watch as I struggle for air, gasping like a fish out of water, but no air comes with the rope tight like that. My head starts to thrash around as I fight for breath, then my whole body starts thrashing as I struggle harder and harder..."
"...And I pull the rope even harder, thrusting slowly in and out of your body and feeling it struggle around me. I ease all the way in and hold still with my hips pressed against yours; I don't want to come too soon."
"My eyes stare in horror as I start to really believe that you're going to kill me. I struggle harder, my chest heaving and my body jerking around as I try to pull air in or get my hands free."
"Your thrashing body is all the movement I need, so I keep my own hips still and enjoy the sensation of your struggle for air. Your eyes bulge and your tongue protrudes as your body tries to pull air into your lungs and push blood up to your brain, but by now the rope is way too tight for that."
"In only a couple of minutes my vision blurs and my head pounds, I hear a roaring sound as my struggles get weaker and weaker. Just as my world goes away I start coming; I just can't help it, the fear and the sex make me so excited. You resume thrusting as you feel my struggles weaken. Finally my body starts convulsing again and you know I'm dying."
I've been slowly pulling the rope tighter as she tells me this story...
...and my voice is now only a whisper.
I lean closer to hear the last few sentences and...
I suddenly nibble on his ear.
I jump and pull the rope tighter, then remember and loosen up and continue the fantasy. "I thrust harder and faster and manage to come just before your last convulsions stop. It's the greatest come I've ever had. I collapse on top of your still-warm body, drinking in the sightless stare in your eyes."
"You hold on for another minute or so to make sure, then you clean yourself
and the car up. You've been forgetting all about the murder charges
when the police find out, so you hurriedly find a place to bury my body.
You hope it won't be found until it can't be identified, because
people know we've been going together."
He leans over and kisses me again and we resume our normal pattern,
but I can't keep it up for long; I'm already nearly gasping for every
breath. In less than a minute I'm panting as hard as I can just to
keep up with my need for air, so I break off the kiss and pull away to
let him look at my neck with the rope biting into it while he
masturbates.
But instead, he looks at me with an evil grin.
She's expecting me to stop and jack off at this point, but...
...He decides to give me a thrill...
...one I'll enjoy too."Thanks for the suggestion," I grin evilly at her, as I pull the rope tighter around her neck. She starts to struggle...
... but I'm already gasping for breath. I start to panic, afraid that he's going to kill me for real...
I watch entranced as her neck turns red below the rope and she pants harder.
...But I'm also incredibly excited by the danger and fear.
She struggles against the bonds, and I can see her chest muscles working; her mouth opens wide and her nostrils flare as she gasps for air...
... but I only get a little bit. It's better than nothing, but it's not nearly enough.
I continue slowly pulling the rope tighter, and watch as...
...I twist and struggle to get my hands free or at least get a little more air, but I get less and less all the time.
I watch her breasts heave as her body struggles for air. She jerks her hands hard against the rope, but it's much too strong for her and I tied it good and tight. She brings her head up toward me, then pulls away suddenly, trying to jerk the rope out of my hand, but I'm holding on too tightly.
I know there's no use struggling, that I'm completely at his mercy and he'll kill me if he wants to, that I'm just wasting what little air I have. But my body betrays me and keeps struggling; I can hear my feet kicking against the dashboard and feel my heart racing in fear. My body thrashes all over the seat and my chest heaves in a desperate attempt to pull in some air.
I pull the rope tighter yet, enjoying the sight of her body twisting and jerking in the seat, her feet kicking spasmodically against the dashboard and floorboards, producing an irregular drumming sound. She can struggle all she wants, it won't do any good; she doesn't get to breathe again until I decide to let her. I get incredibly turned on looking at the rope biting deeply into her neck.She's looking at me with fear in her eyes, but I can see excitement in them, too. Her body is thrashing all over the seat, and her back is arched, pushing her breasts way forward; it looks incredibly sexy.
I can hear my pulse loud in my ears. Then there's a break in the sound and my fear turns to utter terror as I realize what it means: my heart has skipped a beat. There's another skipped beat, then another. I can't last much longer like this.
Her face is nearly purple from the backed-up blood, her eyes are almost sightless and starting to bulge, her tongue starts to protrude and her struggles start to slow down.
I see spots in front of me, even though it's really too dim to see much, then everything starts to get red.
It's time to let go now.
I'm nearly out of it when he suddenly loosens the rope and kisses me passionately. I try to summon the strength to return the kiss with the excitement I feel, but I'm too weak. As my surroundings become real again I notice that...
...I unzip my jeans and start jacking off. I start slowly, watching her pant, her face still purple from when I choked her, but I gradually speed up. I'm nearly at the stage where I have to come when...
"Gnggg..." (my throat's really sore) "Stop for a moment and untie my hands." I'm so excited I'm having trouble breathing again.
I'm a little annoyed by this interruption, but I'm also worried; she still seems to have a little trouble breathing. So I stop and untie her hands. She takes a few deep breaths, then surprises the hell out of me.
I spit onto my hand and grab his penis. I'm soooo excited I just have to do something.
It feels warm and wet, much better than my own dry hand.
"Pull a little so you can see the rope bite," I tell him as I stroke him slowly up and down.
I pull just until I can see the rope dig in. Her hand speeds up as I get more excited; now it's me who's having trouble breathing. Her hand seems to get frantic,
"Pull harder!" I'm so frustrated I almost scream, "Make me work for every breath." I'm moving my hand up and down as fast as I can.
I pull more, and hear her breath rasp in her throat...
...and my muscles heave, but now I can get enough air as long as I breathe hard enough and remember to take long, slow breaths.
The effect is really erotic, especially with her erect nipples poking into her thin blouse. I watch the rope digging into her neck as her hand strokes faster and faster. After a dizzying few moments of excitement I come, screaming with pleasure and spasming repeatedly; I'm nearly whited out with the pleasure of it.When I notice her again I see...
...I reach down with my other hand and finger myself; I'm so excited I come in only a few seconds. Usually I manage to keep silent or just moan a little, but this is just too good for that;
I hear her scream my name as I loosen the rope around her neck.
I think that's what got me thinking about maybe starting a
relationship with him instead of just casual dating.
I really enjoyed that aspect of our necking.
Where would I find someone else I could trust to go as far as I needed
any given time yet not lose control and kill me or something.
And, as on that date, he always seemed to know when to push my limits
and when to back off.
I just somehow sensed it was what you needed. And if that's what led you to shack up with me, I'm really glad I pushed you that time.
Click
"Thank you, Paul and Susan, for cooperating with our survey
on how bondage brought couples together.
I'm pleased you were willing to share such a sensitive story with our
research team.
Rest assured that what you've told us will remain confidential and
this tape will be burned as soon as it's transcribed.
The transcription will omit all names and details that could identify
you."
"You're quite welcome, Professor. It was our pleasure."
"Yes, Professor. Telling it was almost like experiencing it again. In fact, I can hardly wait to get home with Paul!"
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