“An Unreliable Stool”

Posted by tina on November 19, 20012 at 20:49:11:

Hi, everyone! This is a rewrite of a story I posted long ago with Sherry as the star. Enjoy!

“An Unreliable Stool”
(In memory of Sherry)
By tina
The sight of a blond woman being strangled with a pair of her stockings had aroused Sherry. She was really too young to have such feelings but there was something about the lovely lady’s kicking legs clad in the same nude stockings used by her lover to throttle the struggling woman that had mesmerized Sherry. As she grew older Sherry grew more and more fascinated by women being strangled. In her teens she began to pretend she had been strangled in her bedroom. She would lie on her bed, a stocking wound around her throat fantasizing about being the victim of sexual assault followed by a grisly strangulation murder.
At some point she began to draw the stockings a little tighter to experience the actual strangulation. This escalated into erotic asphyxiation as she held the stockings very tight as she masturbated. The orgasms had been toe curling and intense.
Marriage and children had moved her fantasies to a hidden cupboard in her mind. But her recent divorce had opened the cupboard door. Her orgasms had been nice as she lay on her bed, fingering her wet pussy, and held a sheer stocking tight around her throat. She had run across a silk tie her ex-husband had left behind. The tie murder from Frenzy was one of her favorites so she fantasized about her ex-husband returning to retrieve his tie. The fantasy of course was him forcing himself on her one last time and then throttling her with the lovely tie.
Sherry closed her eyes as she pushed the dildo deeper inside her wet pussy as she twisted her husband’s tie tighter and she gasped in a combination of sexual arousal and fatal asphyxiation. She had lain exhausted on the bed after strangling herself with the silk tie. The bed covers had been soaked from her orgasms. But it was never enough. It didn’t matter how many videos she watched or how many stories she read there was always something missing.
Then Sherry had read a true life story of a woman into self-asphyxiation via hanging. The initial experiment was extremely satisfying. She had used the belt from her robe as a noose. She stood on a chair with the running end over a sturdy pipe in the basement. She drew the end down as she felt the slip knot draw tight. Tentatively she had stepped off the chair as she pulled down with all her strength on the velvet cord.
It was transcendent. As her stocking feet touched the floor and the loop in the velvet belt cinched tight, Sherry had the most explosive orgasm she had ever experienced. She continued to finger herself with her free hand as she clutched the free end of the belt that was hanging her.
Her best orgasm had coincided with an overwhelming sense of dizziness. She had released the end of the belt and slumped happily to the floor. Sherry was hooked.
Her asphyxia fetish had become more sophisticated as she had moved to a real hangman’s noose tied in the end of a smooth, white, nylon rope. As she stood noosed on her short foot stool that served as her gallows, she would either be a spy about to be executed, a mob girl about to be snuffed by a rival gang or simply a bored suicide girl about to do her final dance of death..
Of course it was never boring!
Sherry looked forward to the weekend. The work week was behind her and her noose play was in front of her and the multiple toe curling orgasm awaited.
This particular Friday had presented one crisis after another and Sherry arrived home well after dark and had craved the release only one of her air dances could deliver. She had kicked off her high heels as she dropped the mail on the coffee table. Sherry had literally run to her bedroom as she had shed her blue suit coat. With frantic fingers the white blouse had been unbuttoned. She had kept her white lace bra in place but paused to rub her erect nipples through the sheer fabric.
Her skirt was quickly unzipped and tossed on the bed. She opened her special lingerie drawer and removed the butt plug, lace garter belt and seamed white stockings. Sherry dropped everything on the bed as she peeled off her nude pantyhose and white thong.
She stood back as she inserted the butt plug into her tight asshole. She had liked the way it had felt but it was also a necessity as she had once lost control. The lovely blond had no intention of cleaning up another mess. She had moaned as she pushed the plug deep inside her ass. She fastened the garter belt in front and then turned the belt around so the front straps fell neatly down onto the center of her tanned thighs. She quickly smoothed one white stocking and then the other up her long legs. Sherry was in such a hurried frenzy that she had not bothered to straighten the seams. She had simply fastened the straps front and back and hurried to her secret play room.
She opened the door and switched on the lights. She paused just a moment to gaze at the noose and the foot stool.
“What shall I be today,” she had wondered as she walked quickly to the stool, stepped up, and grasped the smooth noose. “Perhaps I shall be a wealthy virgin bride about to be hanged by her greedy husband. “
Sherry opened the lovely loop of rope and slid it over her head and down around her neck. She reached up and loosened the running end of the rope from the eyebolt secured in the overhead oak beam. She slowly pulled the rope to take up the slack. As she went up on tip toe the stool creaked and wobbled slightly.
“Damn loose leg, I need to fix that some time!” she swore as she finished taking out the slack and had retied the rope. Sherry relaxed and the hemp necklace tightened ever so slightly.
“No, please darling, don’t hang me!” Sherry pleaded with her imaginary murderer as her hands began to rub her breasts. Her nipples where already erect as she fantasized about the stool being kicked out from under her stocking feet. Her eyes had been shut tight as her right hand moved down between her legs and she had vigorously fingered her wet pussy.
As she reached her first orgasm she visualized his foot thrust out to kick away the stool. That had been the moment she carefully stepped off her gallows and had hung herself. The rope tightened ever so slightly as Sherry swung free. She was careful not to kick the stool as she did her dance of death. Despite the thunderous orgasms that broke over her hanging body she had managed to control her reaction to the noose. She had no way of knowing how much time had passed as she bathed in the hot glow of asphyxia driven arousal but her internal alarm had told her it was time to step back up
Sherry gazed through bulging eyes as her left foot reached out for the stool. With practiced experience she put her toe down firmly on top of the stool and brought her right foot over. She grasped the lovely noose with shaky fingers as she stepped back onto the perch of safety and started to steady herself.
She was suddenly startled by a loud cracking sound. Her right foot seemed to slide off the top of the stool and she could feel herself tilting to the right.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH,” Sherry screamed as the stool fell away and she had resumed her dance. But this was not planned. Terror gripped the dangling damsel. Her head snapped down and she saw the broken stool on it sides. One leg was broken off. Her toes stretched out to the over tuned stool but to no avail. As she slowly strangled she managed to hook the stool with her left foot but it simply toppled over when she tried to place her weight on her only means of salvation.
Her hands had gone instinctively under her chin to try to loosen the noose. She managed to get an occasional sip of cool air but her lungs had soon begun to burn. Her head was surely going to explode with the pressure of the new strangulation. The heavy knot forced her head forward as she watched her white nylon covered legs kick and scissor. Her stocking feet lifted spasmodically in a vain attempt to ease the crushing pressure of the lovely rope.
After a few minutes she had felt herself losing the battle with the smooth noose. Her hands had dropped away from her throat. Oddly her right hand moved between her legs and her middle finger slipped inside her dying pussy.
“HHHHMMMMM,” Sherry had hummed as a final orgasm tingled inside. Her legs swung slowly back and forth with her toes tipped downward as they continued to seek purchase. Her toes would occasionally brush against the unreliable stool.
The roaring in her ears had become deafening. Then the bright light of Sherry’s play room slowly faded and the room grew quiet. The virgin bride was well and truly hanged.