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Can I Ask for a Favor Honey ?

That what my husband ask to me. An hour before leaving me standing on the edge of our dining table, naked, wrist bounded, neck noosed.

“Got it” he said when entering the room. “Are you sure that 8 mm still work hon ?” “I think …. It still work just fine hun.” I kicked the 8 mm recorder last month when my husband record me being garrotted automatically with our home made garrotte machine.

My husband had this “Thing” since our marriage last year. When we go to honeymoon, we had sex just fine, but he always go soft before 10 minute. I thought that I not desirable enough for my husband, eventhough I am 20 years younger than him, and he always being such a gentleman when we were dating.

Turn out he has no problem with my body, the problem is with my skill. I thought being good at blowjob will make my husband happy, but who knows, every men have their secret they’re trying to hide.

I log in into my husband’s laptop trying to search his porn stash and history, hoping to spice up our sex life. To my shock my husband had a very huge addiction to women being raped and snuffed to death, sometimes by strangling, sometimes by choking, some other time by garrotting. But mostly by hanging the victim with the noose.

He caught me looking at his laptop when I expect him to shower after work out. He quickly apologizes to me for not telling me about his fetish, and how I might react if I see under his mask. We eat dinner separately, and he choose to sleep at sofa to give me some space. But then I realize, I show talk to him about it, address his “issue” and probably work something out of it.

He really happy when I said to him, that he should teach me about asphyxia and how to apply it to spice our sex life. At first, we work at simple choking and bagging until I get used to the breathplay. I gave him hand signal whenever I feel like about to passed out and I still easily get panicked. In the end of the month I already trust him to control my breathing to the point I have orgasm whenever I passed out, and we both enjoyed that.

On the next month he asked me if its okay if he record my bagging session with his old 8 mm recorder and share the video with the community. I too joined the community and we do live chat with other members and couple who do breathplay, and share our secret technique for save breathplay. The other female members praise me and ask my guidance whenever I free to reply their message.

By the time, we already roleplaying for a kidnapper and a victim, where my husband would kidnap me, rape me, and choke me to death. Some viewers hate me for being a bad actress, some hate us for being a fake kidnapper and snuff victim. Like seriously, is people really expect a man to kidnap, rape, and kill a random woman, then sell the tape online ?

Despite all the bad comments and haters, we always love our loyal costumers, who willing to spend money buying our videos and encourage us to make more. I bought a digital cam recorder as a gift for my husband. But he still a bit faithful to shoot me in POV with his 8 mm. While the cam recorder record from the side angle.

Three month later, we become a senior member and contributor on the community. The member loved when I passed out from being strangle by piece of rope or chains by my husband, and slowly our sex life too shifted to asphyxia life. We no longer need sex to satisfy our sexual urge. My husband would be satisfied just by choking, or strangle me until I fell unconscious while I helpless being bound in rope or tape. Meanwhile I feel a strange pleasure from being unable to breath and being helplessly strangled.

My desire for this “strange” pleasure continue to grow, as well as my husband desire to try something new. He ask someone online to built an automated garrotting chair with no question asked. When the shipment arrives, we are so excited to try. It was deep in November and we set up the chair in our basement. I sit on the chair, and my husband tied my wrist to the back of the metal chair. We set up our cam recorder to record the scene live and invited the community members for watching me being garrotted on a garrotte chair for the first time.

The viewers are become impatient as my husband slip the garrotting rope into my neck. I checked and double check the handcuff that bind my wrist, to make sure I’m completely at my husband’s mercy. “You ready honey?” He ask me, “Mhmmm …. Do it hon, let’s not keep them waiting.” “Okay, deep breath.” He said, as the wheels that use to tighten the rope suddenly come to live, strangling me alive.

For the first thirty seconds it was nothing, only a little tight around my neck. And the next thirty seconds is starting to become intense. The air hole on my throat get smaller, and smaller, and smaller “Hmmmmppphhh ….. Aaaaagggggghhh” I breath heavily through my mouth. And the next thirty seconds ? Actually I lost count of the time. My chance of breathing was none, yet the rope tighten against my neck still. My blood flow to the brain get pressed extremely by the rope that strangle my neck.

I saw my husband keep recording with his 8 mm with his left hand, while he started to masturbate with his right hand. “Yes Honey, Yes …. Show that face more. Show to them your helpless face in peril.” The burning sensation spread through my lungs. My heart is pounding faster, trying to get the blood flowing to my brain. My tongue sticking out, dislocated from under my jaws. In my husband’s inaudible conversation to me, my eyes started to roll back and fade away in darkness. I don’t recall anything after that, except the sensations than slip from my brain through my body. ORGASM.

I woke up on the bed on the next evening. I been out for 20 hours straight. My husband showed me the feed that I start shaking uncontrollably and my foot kicked my husband in the nut and he accidentally dropped his fragile 8 mm. I apologized to him, but he quickly forgives me. It was no one fault. Human body will squirm, twitch, and shake uncontrollably when orgasm from passing out.

The day passed, and I online to make sure to my fans that I am totally fine. And we will try the chair again as soon as we recover.

The day passed and this time my husband already prepared to avoid approaching me from the front. I read the chat room, and there are many new members that said I’m very attractive, and hot, and they would come to our house to kidnapped me and snuff me for real. But I only take those as a compliment, to challenge me for something even more dangerous.

Then there is time for Christmas almost come. Today is the evening to Christmas. We exchange our gift. He opened my present. My husband looks confused when I give him a new high heel. I explained it was for me, that we can use it on our newest video. Then he also give me a gift, I open it and I never guessed what it was.

It just a simple ducktape. I said “Really?” Then I throw it at his face with laugh. He chuckles and said he is being serious. He want me to wear it on our next occasion. By next I didn’t think that it will so soon.

He said he want to ask me for a favor. “Can I ask you for a favor honey ?” He said “There is a new community that I found, and they live video there will pay us much, much more than the usual one.” “How much?” I asked. He pointed at his ten finger. Wow !!! I cant believe it, 10 times more than the usual ? We could make hundred bucks in a minute. Imagine an hour. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yeah, that is why I want us to make hanging video for an introduction. How cool is that, we will be the new star at the site ?”

My husband and I certainly ever had a research about noose hanging play in our days of asphyxia life. We know the position of the knot, the proper length of the rope, the timing, everything. Except we never dare to try it. “What do you say honey ? A noose on your pretty slender neck ? I bet you will have your best orgasm as I hang you.” My hubby kissed my neck while caressing my cleavage. “Alright, alright you got me …. But this is only the introduction video okay ?” He sign an okay language “Don’t hang me more than 2 minute. And certainly don’t hang your wife to death, honey?” I giggles. He smile and we seal our deal with a kiss.

We set up everything. We move the plates from the table. I change my dress to my new stocking and heels. Then my husband help me climb the table. Cuff my wrist on my back and put the around my neck. “Not too tight honey?” He asked, “No honey, this is perfect.” He set up the cam recorder next and log in to the site.

We set the camera to live and people start enter the chat room. Before my husband introduce us, he quickly apologize to the chat and said will be back shortly. He left me and the people waiting for almost an hour. I don’t know what is he doing at this time. I tried to smile for the longest I can, trying to keep everybody happy.

An hour later my husband is back with his faithful 8 mm on his hand. He actually fixed the thing and make the audience waiting, because he wants to commemorate my first ever hanging on the noose.

He put the 8mm at the table and grab the cam recorder and move it close to me. “Everyone … This is my wife Jessie. She will be hanged today.” My husband introduces me to the audience while rubbing on my right breast “Hello ~ ❤” I blow a kiss to the camera, and the viewers goes wild and send us hundred bucks already. “My husband James will hang me today. Please enjoy my dance and sent us your love okay ~ ❤” I winked to the camera. The chat start to move in an aggressive manner. So many chat is coming in, my husband cant read it all.

My husband put back the camera and he climb to the table with the ducktape in his hand. “You ready honey?” He ask me “Are you being serious with the ducktape hon?” I ask back “Dead serious !” he said. “Ok, at kiss me before you taped me then.” We kiss for a moment as his left hand reach under my pussy lips. “mmmmhhhnnn …..” After we kissed, he ducktaped my lips and make sure It was sealed properly.

He hugged me and we waltz for while, his penis slowly erected as he kissed my neck, longing to see his wife get noosed. Seeing me finally being hanged must be like a dream come true for him.

He suddenly grab my ass and lifted me. He then put me down and my wet pussy welcome his erected penis “Mmmmhhhh …. Nnnnhhhhh ….. Nnnnggggghhh” I muffled, moaning under my ducktape when he lift me up and down. His penis thrusting my pussy, reaching all the way to my cervix

“Ngggghhh ….. NNNGGGGHHHH !!!! UUUGGGGGHHHH !!!!” I tried to signal him to slowed down. But he still being rough and impatient. “Aaaaahhhh …. Aaaahhhhhn …. Jessieeeeee !!!!” He moaned my name very loudly in our live sex show. “Aaaaaahhh Jess Jess …… !!!! AAAAAAHHHH !!!!!” Then he blows his load inside me. “Nnnnnnhhhh ~ ❤” I moaned softly. It was warm, his loving seed feels warm in the cold of December.

He holds me still and whisper to my ear “You love me don’t you Jess?” “Mmmmhhhh ~ ❤” I mumble and kiss his neck (I love you, honey. I always love you.) He nuzzles my taped lips and try to kiss me. If only my lips are not sealed, we will trade our kiss right away.

He then stops and put his forehead against mine, our nose is touched against each other. “You trust me don’t you Jess?” “Mhmm … “ I muffles an answer. “You trust your life to me are you?” he cried, tears are running from his eyes. Somehow he like saying goodbye. I lean forward to kiss his lip. Then I blink slowly to him and smile. I give him permission to let me go. A part of my know this will happen someday.

He sobs and caress my blonde hair with his left hand “Oh Jessie …. My sweet sweet Jessie ….” He said while brushing my hair. After he look deep into my eyes he push me away, and let me swing down from the table.

I swung back to the table where my husband already sit on the edge with his penis erected rock and hard, and he record me with his faithful 8 mm recorder. “Nnnnhhhh …. Nhhh ….. hhhhh ….. hhhhhhnnnggghh” the rope jerk, pulling my body with my weight and I swung back forward to my husband, which he keep recording me with sad look on his face. “Mmmmpppphhhhh ….. nnnnnnnhhhh ……” I started to squirms as the swinging lose it momentum, but the noose quickly caught and tighten against my neck, filling any gap I made with its warm embraces. “MMMMHHHHH ….. UUUUUUNNNNHHH …..” the noose loves me completely. Each resistance I made, only bring me closer to my demise. I never tried to get away, as I already accepted my fate when my husband asked for it. I guess it was instinct when I pull my arms, kicking my feet around, tryin to loosen my cuff, to get away from my imminent demise. Dancing in mid-air

When I know it, my tears already wet my eyes as I still struggling away from the jerking noose. James no longer care about the chat or the sound of money they donate to our new made account. He look at me with pity. His affection for me must be make him hard to let me go. His sympathy for his wife, his beloved, innocent soul in his collection, Me.

“MMMMMPPPHHH !!!!!! HHHHHNNNGGGGHHH ….. uuuuggggghhh …..” I realize that was the last breath I can muster before noose had already completely close all my air flow through my nose, and I cant use my mouth to breath. Even if I can, maybe I just sticking out my tongue silly, and ruin my dying beauty, I guess my husband already know that, that’s why he prepare the tape.

“nnnnnhhh …..” aaaahhh, this is bad. I just exhale nothing from my nose, I really done for. I don’t know how much longer the asphyxia claim me from this living realm. My lungs feel burning, my feet feels heavy. I had no strength left to in my body, only my breast start to swollen a red from asphyxia.

My eyes start to become heavy, I looked to my husband for the last time. His tears are dried up even tho he still cant wipe away that sad look from his face. His penis still hard as rock, he even ejaculate without touching himself. I wonder how I look right now ? Am I look beautiful as I dying ? Like a rose, who slowly wither away in a winter noose.

My fantasy runs wild as I slowly lose my consciousness and sanity. I feel sexy to die so young, and gorgeous. My beautiful curves will not rot and wrinkle in old age. And to die hanged in the noose to please my husband …. It such a bliss~ ❤

I hoped that my husband will treasured me as his precious “collection”.