Posted by Claire on August 03, 20013 at 08:25:24:
The building I work in is one of those centurian houses, or whatever the word is for describing something older than 100 years.
It has a really low basement, I'm only 5'4" and I can reach those big rafters or wooden support beams pretty easily.
I was at the office alone yesterday and I had to fiddle with the breaker box (the hvac system is tricky and sometimes needs a hard reboot) so I was down in the basement by myself.
I had seriously contemplated borrowing some rope from the equipment closet and making a makeshift noose... I have never done any nooseplay, mostly because there wasn't anything I could use as a place for attaching a noose. However, this quiet, accessible basement was sending shivers down my back. I imagined setting up a noose where it would keep me balanced on the balls of my feet, while I rubbed myself, lifting my legs up just a tiny bit to increase the feel of the rope.
What if the rope got too tight and in the middle of my self-pleasure, the sense of losing consciousness was masked by the hint of the best orgasm ever and I pass out, my legs going limp, my hands dropping to my sides. The rope takes on the full weight of my 130 lb figure as I rotate just slightly, my feet dragging on the cold floor.
Wouldn't that be a sight for Monday when my
coworkers come back and see my car outside but can't find me until
someone goes into the basement and see's me all strung up: my light blue
blouse open, revealing my black bra, my black slacks pulled down just a
bit, exposing my hips but leaving my womanly parts hidden in the
shadows. The long locks of my black hair cascading over the front of my
shirt, my head dropped forward, my cyanotic face concealed.