Socks and struggle

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this is a story catering to dark fetishes, written by and for someone with a twisted mind. It is not for the faint hearted, and you should read it at your own peril.


Socks and struggle

Pausing in front of a mirror, Krista held one of her favorite dresses in front of herself, and frowned. Strange how she had no trouble figuring out which socks to wear to the photo shoot, but couldn't find the right dress for the occasion. She looked down and smiled, as she wiggled her toes and enjoyed the feel of her hello kitty socks. And they looked so damn cute on her!

She sighed. "focus," she thought to herself, "you need a cute dress to go with those socks, that was the whole point of the photo shoot."

She couldn't exactly pose naked. "Well," she thought to herself with a grin, "not this time anyway." But then she had it. The little black thing with the short skirt would be perfect, and would draw attention to her bare legs, and her socked feet. She threw the other dress on the bed, on top of three others, and she walked over to her wardrobe again. She grabbed the dress off the hanger and with a big smile, held it in front of her while looking at herself in the mirror. "Perfect"

...

When Krista walked into the building she had been directed to in the private message from her new friend, she felt more and more excited. She never met him, but they met online on deviantart.com, and he proposed to help her come up with a new profile picture. They came up with the most amazing idea together. Krista, who enjoyed major fetishes for socks and peril, would pose hanging from a noose, her hands tied behind her back and kicking her feet. She would make a nice show with her favorite socks, and she really hoped there would be someone else who would enjoy the picture as much as she would.

She knocked at what she hoped would be the right door, and a young man opened the door. He looked at her, noticed the bag she was carrying for her outfit, and smiled at her. "Krista?" he inquired, holding out his hand. She quickly adjusted the strap on her shoulder so she could shake his hand. He seemed pleasant enough, although clearly a bit more polite than necessary.

He wasted no time. "Please come with me." He led her down some stairs, and then some more. She was surprised to find herself walking into a basement room that looked an awful lot like a dungeon. She was getting a bit nervous about the setting, when she finally noticed the camera and lighting equipment. She heaved a small sigh of relief. He was a real photographer, and not some creep with nefarious plans for her.

When she saw the noose, dramatically lit in the center of the room, her heart almost skipped a beat. "Why don't you go change, and I'll wait around the corner. Just tell me when you're done."

A little confused about all the haste, she quickly lowered the bag on the floor, opened it and started changing. It was a little awkward, with nowhere to put the clothes she was wearing, but she tried to fold them nicely and place them in the bag, she quickly kicked the bag out of the way, and took a few calming breaths. "Ready" she said, her voice trembling slightly.

As she was standing there, she was glad that she was wearing her thick soft and fluffy socks, standing there on a rough concrete floor, and waiting for her strange friend. He came around the corner, and looking at her, smiled again. "That looks great. We are going to get some great shots of you. Of course, you do understand that I'll be taking several pictures, right? It might take a while to get the perfect shot, and either way it never hurts to have more than one"

Krista thought about this for a moment. "Well..." she drawled, "I guess that's ok, but... my feet will be off the ground, won't they?"

"Well yeah, that make for the best poses, and get the best shots of your feet"

"Alright, but I'm not sure how long I can hold my breath."

He shrugged. "Don't worry about that. If you look closely, you'll notice that the rope of the noose goes over a pully and is tied off right here where the camera is. I get to pull you up for a little while to take pictures, and let you down again to catch your breath for the next time. Here, I'll show you.

He draped the noose around her neck, and tightened it, while keeping her hair out of the way. He was kind enough to leave her hands untied, probably to help her feel safe while she tried it out.

He walked over to his camera and untied the rope. When he slowly drew it in, she felt the rope around her neck tighten until she couldn't breathe, and slowly lift her off her feet. Her eyes closed, she gasped and kicked her socket feet, stretching out her toes to find something to take her weight. It was hopeless, and she dangled several inches above the ground.

Just before she really started to panic, he lowered her again. She took several deep breaths before she calmed down again. "Well done," her friend said with a big smile, "that looked amazing and lasted a good 30 seconds. I can probably get one or two really good shot with you hanging for 20, so it should be ok. Are you ready for the real deal?

She was stunned to realise that she was excited. More than that, hanging there, kicking her feet and not being able to breathe until she was let down... had turned her on. "Yeah," she said, trying to fake indifference.

...

Standing there, her hands tied tightly together, behind her back, the noose around her neck again, she waited for the photographer to finish setting up. She felt utterly and completely helpless, and she liked it. While she stood there waiting, she pressed her feet together and smiled at the feel of her toes wriggling and rubbing together in her favorite socks.

"Alright," she suddenly heard him say, "time to get started." She barely got the chance to take a deep breath, when he suddenly pulled her up again. The familiar tight feeling in her throat, the uncontrollable gagging noises she heard herself make, really started to turn her on now. She didn't really have to pose, since she automatically started kicking her feet the moment they left the ground, and from the frantic clicking noises she gathered that she looked pretty good hanging there.

As the moments ticked by, she realized she hadn't been counting the time, and was unsure how much was left of her 20 ish seconds of hanging. It was strange how long it seemed to feel, and she felt more out of breath than after the 30 seconds before. When her need for air finally overwhelmed her excitement, she opened her eyes. The photographer kept working, and seemed uninterested in her discomfort.

This was not funny anymore, this took WAY longer than 20 seconds. Was he about to let her down? He set down his camera for a moment, and instead of untying the knot in the rope, he lazily walked over to her, starting to struggle violently. Kicking her pretty socked feet involuntarily, she almost hit him in the groin, but he caught her foot in his hand. Holding it in one hand, and slowly tickling the sole, he laughed. She gasped, as he pulled her foot closer, increasing the pressure on her squeezed windpipe. Her planted a kiss on her sock, and let go of it again, leaving her to swing out of control for a few moments.

She was really in trouble now, and starting to black out slowly. The photographer walked back, and Krista was sure he would finally let her down. He didn't. He walked back to his camera, and started shooting again.

"These photo's are really turning out great, dear," he said smugly, "and there's nothing like hanging a cute girl to death to make the perfect picture"