Posted by tina on February 13, 20013 at 21:28:19:
Hi, everyone! Here is the second suicide story although I guess technically it's not. Enjoy!
“A Well Hung Mistress”
By Tina
“You rang madam?” Giles inquired with a half bow.
“Yes, Giles, I’ve decided to commit suicide,” the pretty blond heiress responded, “and I need your assistance.”
“Oh, madam, not another suicide attempt,” the butler responded somberly.
There was even a hint of boredom in the man’s reply. Then the old man’s eyebrows suddenly went up as he took a closer look at his mistress. She wore a silk kimono that was only loosely belted. Giles had caught a glimpse of dark stocking and milky thigh. Although she was barely half his age the servant had fantasies not to mention desires for the young woman and those white thighs.
“Not attempt,” she corrected, “successful suicide.”
Giles sighed and then said by way of reminder, “Begging madam’s pardon but I seem to recall madam in a warm tub with slit wrists and the not quite fatal dose of sleeping potion. And of course there was the time....”
The woman stomped her foot and held up a hand. She gave him as withering a look as she could muster.
“Shush, Giles,” she said finally as she mentally completed the inventory of her failures, “with your help this suicide will be a smashing success.”
She raised her other hand and Giles actually let out a loud gasp.
“Oh, madam, where ever did you get that?”
The noose dangled in front of her as she smiled brightly at her manservant. She was exceedingly pleased by his reaction. Her one great joy in life since Herman had died was getting a rise out of old Giles.
“Giles, old boy, I tied it myself,” she stated quite pleased with the result of her knot work.
“Sir, I’ve really studied the matter,” the lovely blond continued, “did you know that suicide by hanging is the surest means of SUCCESSFUL suicide?”
“No, ma’am, I can’t say that I was aware of that fact,” Giles replied shaking his head.
The woman tossed the heavy rope on the table next to her. She motioned for Giles to come forward.
“See I have it all planned out,” she continued as she picked up a sheet of typing paper, “see for yourself.”
The butler quickly scanned the neatly typed list of items.
“Here, Giles, read the list to make sure I haven’t forgotten anything,” the mistress said quite insistently.
“Very well madam...rope tied with hangman’s knot (again the noose swung in the blonde’s hands)...suicide note (she picked up another sheet of paper)…handcuffs (he watched as she dangled an impressive looking pair of cuffs from her index finger)...chair to stand upon (she slid one of the ornamental chairs away from the table)...sturdy beam (he followed her gaze upward to find a large round eyelet screwed into the oak rafter just above where the chair now stood)...new outfit (at that point Giles gasped again as the woman shed the flowing robe)...my, my, you are...”
“Spectacular?” she laughed as she finished his sentence.
Under the robe she wore a black merry widow that cupped her magnificent breasts. A hint of nipple showed above each lacey cup of the undergarment. The bustier had satin straps that were fastened to thigh high stockings. The nylons were black and those thighs appeared even whiter in contrast. Giles had never seen a finer pair of legs anywhere. The mistress wore patent leather stiletto heeled pumps on her feet. The heels raised her height to almost six feet. She had her blond hair up in a bun to avoid fouling the rope when her time came. Black bikini briefs completed the ladies luscious albeit skimpy wardrobe.
“Madam, if I may say, you are stunning,” Giles stated emphatically as he gazed at his beautiful mistress.
“Thank you, Giles, I appreciate your kind complement,” she said and he noted the sincere tone in her voice.
“By the way I believe there is one final item on the list,” she continued as she waved a hand toward the paper he still held in his left hand.
“Hmmmm, let me see, oh yes it says “assistant” here at the bottom,” he said.
She had said she wanted his assistance this time but still his face showed a definite look of puzzlement.
“Yes, everything’s in order,” she said as she picked up the rope and handcuffs.
She gave Giles the wrist restraints and walked to the chair. As the manservant watched she slipped her head through the loop of heavy rope and slowly adjusted the knot down until the rope was snug around her throat. The pretty young blonde gracefully stepped up on the chair. Giles was amazed by her dexterity in the skyscraper heels. She was tall enough with the heels to reach the heavy ring in the ceiling beam. With nimble fingers she threaded the running end of the rope through the eyelet, gradually pulled up the slack and then tied the noose off securely. She bent her knees to test the tension on the rope and gave a nod of approval.
“Giles, my wrists please,” she said as she put her hands behind her back.
The butler stepped up behind his mistress and secured the metal cuffs around each wrist. He pulled at the chain linking the cuffs. These were regulation police issue stainless steel and could only come off with a key. Everything was ready.
“Will there be anything else madam?” Giles said as he looked up at his mistress.
“Oh, sorry, ma’am,” he said as he walked around the chair so she could see him more easily.
“Yes, Giles I was sort of hoping...you know...” she let her sentence trail off as her head nodded awkwardly back toward the chair.
With the rope and cuffs in place her movements were eloquently restricted.
“Would madam like me to remove the chair?” Giles asked as he smiled up at his mistress.
“Dear old Giles, I knew I could count on you,” she said and then granted him here best bright white smile.
Giles walked behind her and quite unexpectedly grasped the back of the chair. The reliable servant had saved her so many times before that this was the moment when she expected that good old Giles would bring her back from the edge again. She reached her hands back as she felt the first movement of her pedestal. He pulled the chair abruptly to the side. Her feet dropped a few inches and the rope quickly cut off her brief scream of alarm.
“Very good madam,” Giles said.
He sat down in the chair to watch her struggles. Her lovely legs, clad in the dark hose were kicking about wildly as her feet looked for support. She was in profile as she hung. The noises escaping her brightly painted lips were quite marvelous.
“Madam should have thought of a video tape for the occasion,” Giles said to the dangling damsel.
Her body wiggled against the heavy rope that was tightening around her delicate throat. Momentum gradually rotated her towards the chair and Giles. She could see him sitting there watching her strangle. Was that a smile on his face as he sat and let her hang? The mistress had no inkling of the irony. He had hated her from the first time the Master Herman had brought her into the house. Giles had hated her arrogance. Old Giles could think of no better show than watching the lovely rope close tighter and snugger around the bitch’s throat.
She was a beauty but he could think of nothing finer than observing this whore hanging. He watched her eyes grow wider as she realized he wouldn’t save her. Her arms yanked at the handcuff she had procured. This would only serve to bruise the flesh of her wrists. Perhaps those gaping lips were calling for him to free her from her folly. The mistress had no more idea of hanging herself than any of the other faked attempts at taking her life. He was just glad she had decided to solicit his assistance this time. He carefully folded the list of items and tucked inside his waistcoat. He smiled up at the bug eyed heiress. Her lips were working as she alternately tried to suck in some air and beg him to cut her down.
Giles sat quietly watching his mistress slowly strangle. He looked on until the piss ran down her fine legs. Then he stood up and carried the chair back over to where her body was gently swaying. He positioned it next to the dangling feet and then tipped it over backwards.
He walked back in front of his mistress. Her face was forced down by the heavy knot to look at him with those bulging blue eyes. Of course it was no longer her face. He looked closely at the pain etched on the poor lady’s face. This was certainly a most successful suicide.
“Madam, I regret to say that it wasn’t I who saved you all those times.”
He walked out of the room, leaving his mistress dangling from the rope. He cared little how long the noose made love to the witch. Giles went to his quarters and simply waited.
Just after daybreak he heard the scream. He was of course anticipating the scream. The loyal manservant rushed to see about the alarm. He held poor dear Sadie in his arms as she rocked and wailed.
“Oh why couldn’t I save her one more time,” Sadie wondered as her tears spotted Giles white shirt.
“Yes, why indeed,” Giles answered quietly as he looked up at his well-hung mistress.