They were fantasies that she had held deep inside her for years. Dark thoughts that invaded her most intimate thoughts. Her friends didn't know. Her husband didn't know. These thoughts were hers alone. For as long as Tamara could remember, she got funny feelings when seeing a woman in peril in movies or TV. In the last few years, as her kids were fully engaged in high school, she was able to delve into these strange feelings. She soon found herself fantasizing about being the object of such perils.... the bound and gagged damsel in distress.... doomed to a terrible fate. But it wasn't the savior that she thought about... it was the lack thereof.

Tamara found pleasure in the ideas where no savior came and the damsel wound up receiving the threatened fate either by lack in intervention or through the malevolence of her captor. While she was perfectly happy to imagine being bound on railroad tracks, or thrown into a pool tied to weights; it was when something was tight around her neck that she felt most excited. Of those, a noose often played a central role in her fantasies. It didn't matter how or why, the thought of swinging from a noose always held the greatest pleasures.

She may have been 39, but Tamara took good care of her body and was religious about going to the gym. An unflattering picture on Facebook several years ago had inspired a lifestyle change and not having any more children made it all the more attractive to work on herself. She was proud of her fitness and secretly, even more proud at knowing she was well deserving of the title of MILF. She stood about 5' 8", was reasonably toned, dark blonde hair that she kept dyed a little lighter, B-cup breasts, and a firm ass.

Hour after hour was spent on the internet searching for and finding all manner of examples of her fantasies. Several sites were her favorite where she had amassed a collection of pictures that always made her feel tingly. But she had gotten braver, she had sent a message to a man who likewise had a large collection of pictures as well as narrations of his exploits in the realm of sexual fantasy. She had intended just to chat and exchange a few fantasies and his gentle and encouraging manner put her at ease. He was never harsh or critical of the things she spoke about and seemed genuinely interested in her ideas. She began to ask about the things he had done and the stories he told turned her on more than she liked to admit. She found herself asking what he would do to her. His response left her gasping for breath. Weeks went by and she decided she had to make something happen, or the fantasy and curiosity would eat at her forever.

They had met in a coffee shop and he laid out all the possible options, as well as rules, and limits. She was impressed at his level of detail and knowledge. His calculating demeanor made it that much more exciting for Tamara. He spoke to her honestly about what she wanted to do and what parts were possible and what parts weren't. He asked questions she hadn't even thought of. She blushed heavily as she realized how turned on she was sitting in a coffee shop with a (until recently) stranger. His dominant personality was evident in the rules he laid out. No permanent injury. No sexual intercourse (per Tamara's request). A safe word. No documentation of the activity. Total discretion. They discussed and settled on a plan.

He required her to think about everything for a month before anything would be put in motion. She waited a month in anticipation then sent a message that she was still ready. She told him the date and time she wanted and he agreed. Now there was nothing left to do but wait the week till their "date".

On the day, Tamara arranged to have the afternoon to herself and then got made up as she would naturally do for going out. A flattering pair of jeans and a loose fitting top that showed off just the right about of cleavage. Confident she was ready for what was waiting for her, Tamara drove to the address that had been given to her. The address was only to the entrance of a a derelict manufacturing complex no longer active. She approached a gate and punched in a code. The gate swung open and she drove in. Her instructions were to drive to a particular building, park, then go into the building.

The door opened with a creaking sound. Tamara walked into the dingy unlit room. At the far end, he sat waiting for her. She stool still... almost in shock at actually seeing him here. He stood up and walked briskly to her, grabbed her by the arms, spun her around and pushed her against a wall. Her head turned to the side as her breasts were compressed. He kicked her ankles apart to set her off balance, and she gasped just a little. She felt a hand on the back of her neck and she squeaked "velvet"... the code word that told him she was ready and willing. With practiced speed, his hands went over her body in a textbook body search. Her hands were pulled behind her back and she felt the cold steel of handcuffs snap snug on her wrists. A shiver of fear ran up and down her body but she was already turned on.

He spun her around again to face him. "I knew you'd come, Tamara. After all, you would do anything to protect your daughter. The boss is very generous to let you satisfy her debts. We'll make sure she know what you did for her."

"So what is all this about? She owe you money? I don't have much money." Tamara said shaking more from arousal than fear.

"She owes a lot of money and thought she could be rude at the same time." He replied... sliding his hands up and down her arms then to her chest and massaging one of her breasts through her top and bra

"Oh...." Tamara looked down then back up at him "You want to fuck me then? I'll fuck who ever you want." Trying and failing at a seductive voice.

"We'll have everything taken care of." His hand pulled at her top and lifted the loose garment over her head exposing her bra covered breasts. He then pulled a black cloth hood from his pocket and put it her her head. She was totally blind and felt even more exposed not being able to see. "Let's go." He said in a gruff voice, and began to lead her by the arm.

The walked for what seemed like ages. Her occasionally asking where they were or where they were going. Him not replying or saying anything. He'd give her a jerk to change their direction or to correct the way she was walking. Tamra felt totally helpless. Exactly how she had hoped.... exactly how she wanted. She let her fear rush over her... she really didn't know what was going to happen to her. They stopped briefly and a door opened and they walked through then the door closed behind them. He pulled the hood offer her head and Tamara involuntarily gasped at what she saw. A thick rope noose hung at shoulder level in front of her. They were in some kind of former manufacturing room.... large, cold exposed metal and beams. Skylights let in a dim but adequate light. Rotting furniture and discarded junk scattered around and collected in corners. The only thing that looked new was the winch that was chained to the ceiling beam from which hung the noose. "Now you understand the seriousness of the debt you are taking care of." He said coldly.

"Oh God." She whimpered... it was all she could say. He grabbed her arm and pushed her to the noose... stopping as it brushed against her face. He looped it over her head and snugged it down around her neck. "Oh God." She repeated "Please. Please don't hang me. I'll get you money... I'll do anything you want." Her shaking was a real combination of terror and pleasure as the familiar, but much stronger warmth grew between her legs. The sound of the winch humming to life to take the slack out of the rope snapped her from a fog. She started struggling, making herself choke as she was forced to her toes in order to get full breaths of air. Her mouth opened breathe and he took the opportunity to slide a handkerchief between her lips. He pulled it tight and tied it off behind her head. A classic cleave gag.... not real useful for silencing a girl... but very useful for making a pretty picture and reinforcing her helplessness. She could not help but moan.

He let her settle into her new position then began to walk slowly around her. He ran his hands over her body. He felt her ass covered by tight denim, her rather flat stomach that she was so proud of. Her breasts were molested each in turn and her thighs also got caressed. He was telling her of other women he had been hired to "do". About how girls reacted to the noose. Describing how it would feel, what she would do, how she would look. He pulled her cell phone from her back pocket.... she had forgot it was there. He opened up the camera and teasingly said "smile" as he snapped a few pictures of Tamara in her perilous situation. The gag had just started to make her drool a little. He showed her a photo of her standing like that and a new wave of excitement rushed through her, gathering in her loins. "Gotta have some proof of a job completed" He remarked and met her eyes with a malicious smile.

"Well, Tamara.... all good things must come to and end. Sadly, this is also your end. Don't worry, I'll get paid handsomely and your daughter will be off the hook. Although, I probably would have strung you up for free knowing what a sexy piece of ass you are.... I was certainly tempted to take you up on fucking you." He slapped her ass hard and made her stumble and choke before regaining her balance. He stood in front of her, winch button in one hand and phone in the other. He smiled a cruel smile... "Have fun." he said with a chuckle as his finger pressed the button to lift her up.

The winch came to life and the noose had only slight give before it started stretching her neck. In an instant, her feet left the floor. The winch stopped as her toes fluttered two inches from salvation. Her throat closed off almost completely, Tamara started struggling immediately. Her body recognizing what was happening and attempting to escape.  Her hands fought against the cuffs and pulled from one side to the other trying to reach the noose. Her eyes were wide and staring with a primal panic. Her legs kicked and toes strained for the floor. She even realized she tried to reach out to an old chair that was way to far away to reach but she was no longer in control. Her body had taken over. Her lungs burned and her chest heaved trying to get air. The thought of how her breasts must look as she was forced to push them forward and lunge them up and forward with every attempt at air. She caught brief looks at her executioner, standing with a smile, watching her every move. As much endurance as she had, she quickly lost ground and muscles began to be given less and less oxygen. The strength was fading away from her limbs as her mind still raced in fear and panic. The pain in her neck from the rope pounded in her head as did the throbbing tingling in her pussy. Her nipples were so hard, they had never hurt so much before.

When all she could do was little strained kicks tying hopelessly to reach the floor, he walked up to her and with a strong hand grabbed the front of her jeans and pulled up. Not gently... but not a hard jerk. Her jeans dug into her pussy and the slight lift allowed her to get the smallest gasp of air. The rush of oxygen and the fabric digging into her pussy caused an orgasm to rip through her body.... flowing and rushing to every part of her, down to the tips of her fingers. She was gurgling from the screaming she would have been doing if it were not for the rope around her neck. She was no longer struggling but twitching as the pleasure took over her body. He let go of her pants and returned her fully to the noose. Asphyxiation took over again but these struggles were almost not even struggles.... she almost didn't care as the pleasure was still washing through her. Her consciousness began to fade and the pain melted away. She felt like she was floating with no up or down. Then.... nothing.

Tamara woke up on the floor, hands still cuffed behind her back, gag gone, noose no longer around her neck... coughing and confused. She panicked briefly before her senses returned and she remembered what happened. He was kneeling down next to her, looking in here eyes, studying her. When here eyes met his and focused, he asked if she was alright and she managed a yes through her sore throat. He let her lay there for a moment. Thoughts flashed through her head: "I did it. I actually hung. I can't believe I was just hung by my neck. God, I've never cum so hard in my life. Not even close. Fuck!" He looked at her and smiled a warm smile; "Pretty intense, isn't it? Did you like it." Tamara sheepishly nodded, yes. "Sit up when you are ready." He told her. She regained strength and sat up, he helped her to her feet. "The cuffs?" She questioned. "They stay on until we are finished." came the simple reply. Before she could question, he pulled the same black hood over her head and with the same authoritative grip, led her out of the room.

When the hood came off, they were back in the room they first met in. He turned her around and unlocked the cuffs. She rubbed her wrists.

"It was a pleasure to hang you Tamara. I hope the experience was all you had hoped." Tamara gulped and felt a twinge of shame as she nodded. "Yes, it was amazing. thank you so much. Is this something we could do again?"

"Certainly, it would be my pleasure to indulge in your fantasies again. Till next time then."

She smiled and turned to leave "Till then." He watched her leave and she got in her car and retraced her route back home to change from her soaked panties and jeans. Then, she relaxed on the bed and came over and over to the images left on her phone of her first hanging. After that, to the thoughts of what may come next.