" Inspired by a Redhead "
by HOPE

It was one of those cloudy, yucky days. Jack and I were just sitting in the basement sipping on some Margaritas I had made. We were both lazy and bored. "Hey, lets check out the WEB and see if there is anything new. Maybe we'll find something to inspire us."

"Sounds good to me. You logon and I'll refill the drinks." By the time I got back Jack was already in our favorite asphyx site. . He gets so hot when he looks at the pictures. I had grabbed a white silk scarf and slipped it around my neck, just in case.

"WOW, you have got to see this!" He was looking at a gorgeous redhead in a black lace body stocking hanging several inches off the floor. The picture was incredible. Jack was HOT, really HOT! We checked through the site and found a couple more shots of the same girl. There are some people who hang well and she was perfect from the coloration and expression of her face right down to her toes reaching for the floor.

Boy were we turned on, and needed relief badly. We headed for the huge beanbag in our basement. Our clothes were tossed on the floor, except for the scarf I had put on. Jack was half sitting, I was kneeling and had his cock in my mouth. He was pulling on the ends of the scarf. We both knew it wouldn't take long for either of us. "Wait, I have an idea." I got up and went to find a clear plastic bag which I slipped over Jack's head and secured it with a bungee cord I found. That made Jack's penis swell up even more. I hopped on top of him and jammed his shaft in me. I was really grinding back and forth. He was pulling on the scarf ends with all his might. The pulse in my temples was pounding. I was not getting any air. The orgasm was building in both of us. We came together. It was incredible, wonderful.

We were exhausted and rolled over into each others arms in the beanbag and just laid there. "You know, I think you would look great in a stocking like that." Jack was right. I do have a good body. "It's not quite 6:30, you want to go shopping?"

We hurriedly cleaned up and got dressed. The lingerie store is only open till 8:00. This store carries quite a variety of things, even some toys. When we went in we were the only ones in the place. The lady asked if she could help. After a brief description, she took us to a rack towards the back of the store. "We have had a run on these yesterday and today. I guess they must be the rage right now." Jack and I looked at each other impishly. We knew why people were buying them. I was lucky enough to find a black and a midnight blue one. I tried them both on for Jack to see. Needless to say, we bought both of them and a new set of handcuffs they had on sale.


"You were so sexy in those I could hardly keep from attacking you right there in the store."

"I know, I felt sexy and attractive; I wanted to jump you too. Lets get home quick. I need it bad." Suddenly, Jack hit the brakes. "We can fix that." First, he asked me to take my bra off and leave my shirt unbuttoned. I slipped off my pants and panties and laid the blanket from the back seat over my bottom half. Jack handcuffed my hands behind my back with that new set we bought. It is a good thing we have seat covers because I was so excited there was a lake between my legs.

As you have probably figured out we are asphyx lovers. We had a roll of Saran Wrap in the car, just for emergencies. Jack pulled off a long piece of that and folded it in thirds and wrapped it around my neck and the head rest. He pulled it tight enough to choke me but I could still breathe a little with effort. Then he put the seatbelt on. Anyone passing us would not be able to tell I was strangling.

We headed for a friend's house just a couple minutes from where we were. Jack was playing with my breasts, rubbing my leg and playing with my pubic hair as he drove. Jim's house has a very long drive and is hidden away in a grove of pine trees. Jack stopped the car and reclined my seat. He was on top of me in an instant, caressing my breasts, kissing my neck, my face, my eyes. Breathing was getting harder. My face felt all puffy and I was getting light headed. The next thing I knew he had swung himself around and his balls were in my face; his face was buried in my crotch. His body weight was pulling me down hanging me by the Saran Wrap. I couldn't hold it. I had a long, intense orgasm. I wanted to scream but nothing could come out. My whole body shuddered all over. My mouth was agape, trying to breathe and trying to pull Jack's balls into my mouth.

We weren't finished yet. Jack cut the Saran Wrap off my neck and released my hands. I got out of the seat and he got in. I handcuffed him. "Choke me with the seatbelt and let me explode all over your face." I was more than willing to oblige. I mean it is only fair since I had already enjoyed myself. I took the seatbelt and wrapped it around Jack's neck very, very tightly. "Tight enough?" He shook his head no, so I pulled it harder. He shook his head, yes. I could hear him wheezing, snorting. The sight of the wide seatbelt cutting into his neck and his face reddening, got me going again.

I knew I didn't have much time so I started mouth fucking his cock. I took the shaft all the way in. I could feel it get really hot and swelling, his body stiffened. I pulled it out and let him shoot all over my face. His load was tremendous, his face was purple, his tongue was sticking out and his eyes were rolling up in his head. I love Jack when he gets like that so I took a couple seconds to admire him, but I knew I had to get the seatbelt off his neck. He immediately gulped in the fresh air.

So much for a lazy day. We both got dressed and headed back home. We were exhausted but I was so excited about the outfits I bought I couldn't resist. Jack headed for the beanbag and I decided to try on the blue body stocking. It made me feel so good, so sensuous. I couldn't resist admiring myself in the mirror. I stood there caressing my nipples and fingering my clitoris. This stocking is wonderful. No wonder that redhead looked so gorgeous. She probably felt that way, too.

I came down the steps with a thin robe on. Jack was totally relaxed. When I got right in front of him I slipped the robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His eyes opened wide. "WOW, you're gorgeous!" Jack got up off the chair and started feeling the stocking, caressing my body, kissing me all over. We both knew what was next; it was time to hang me. I needed to feel like that redhead and Jack needed to see me dangling, kicking, reaching for the floor, dancing on air.

Jack scooped me up and carried me over to the gallows. I turned so he could tie my hands behind my back. He helped me up onto the stool and placed the noose over my head. He tightened it and pulled the knot just behind my left ear. The rope length was adjusted so that there was no slack in it. Jack bent down and started licking me, fondling and squeezing breasts, kissing me from my toes up. I was ready to orgasm right then and there. He could sense it. "Are you ready?"

"I have never been so ready, but first, get the camera. We need pictures." Jack left me there while he ran upstairs to get it. I was enjoying the feel of the noose snug around my neck. "Start snapping as soon as I step off." Slowly, gently, I lowered one foot, then kicked the stool with the other. The sensation was immediate and intense. The noose tightened, I could still breathe but barely, I tried very hard to stay still because with every movement, the noose tightened more. It was only a few seconds until I could only snort. My feet were reaching for the stool that wasn't there. The pain in my neck was like a steel band closing on it. My chest was heaving, my lungs burning, I couldn't get any air. My feet started swinging and my body spun around. I was doing the dance I know Jack loves to watch.

It was coming, I could feel it building, an immense orgasm. My body was beginning to shudder, convulse. I couldn't stop it. My head was roaring, the only thing I could hear was the loud beat of my heart. The more I struggled the tighter the noose got. Everything was turning red, and getting darker. Focusing was nearly impossible. I could feel myself getting weaker. I needed to breathe. I could only weakly move my legs. My body gave one last huge orgasmic spasm, and everything turned black. I could feel myself losing consciousness.

When I come to I was in the beanbag in Jack's arms. He was holding me so gently. "You were terrific! That girl has nothing on you. I can't wait to get these pictures developed. I took a few after you passed out. You are a beautiful hanger! These pictures will be great!"


He was right, they are great. I do make a good hanger. Now, whenever I want to play, I just bring out the album. Every time we start looking at it, Jack gets really turned on. We especially like the shots showing my feet stretching for the floor and those just after I slipped into unconsciousness with my body all limp, my face dark, and my head tipped almost disjointedly to the right. Now I know what I would look like dead.

With a little inspiration anything could happen on one of those cloudy, yucky days.


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