Janice and Luke, hanging out

Janice hummed softly to herself. She was feeling surprisingly cheerful today. "It's strange," she thought to herself, "how having made a decision can put someone at ease. She picked up the handcuffs, and inspected them closely. Quite effective.

She was a little worried about the fact that she hadn't been able to find the keys, but she supposed she wasn't going to need them this time. She was used the handcuffs a few times before, taking turns with her boyfriend Luke, cuffing each other to the bed. She'd experienced some interesting things with them, but this time it would be different. The ultimate fantasy, the ultimate gift.

She slowly ran her hand over a rough hemp rope, taking her time to feel the texture. Silk would have been more comfortable, but somehow less appropriate. She grabbed the rope and lifted her hand. She closely examined the expertly knotted noose, dangling before her face.

Such an interesting sight. For many it was a symbol of death. For Janice it represented the intensely erotic feeling of not being allowed to breathe. To lose control over her own life. To be at someone else's mercy. She smiled, wondering how Luke would react when he got his surprise. She wasn't took concerned. She knew Luke had his own dark fantasies, and would be far too aroused by her idea to really offer any opposition.

They both enjoyed breath play, and she very nearly died last time they tried it.


Luke had a silk scarf wrapped around her throat, while she was cuffed to the bed. He had held it tight, cutting off her breath until she was on the verge of passing out. As she was on her back, with Luke on top of her, she was completely unable to stop him, while he was slowly losing control. Aroused beyond reason by his predatory lust, it wasn't until Janice stopped moving, that he finally managed to stop himself from killing her. When she came around a few minutes later, she realised it had been an amazing experience for her. She had experienced being killed by a man, only barely managing to survive in the end. And she had loved it. From the look in Luke's eyes, he had loved it too. But there was more. He looked frustrated. He had regained control because he didn't want Janice to die, and yet he wished he could have been the one to take her life. He had enjoyed giving in to his instincts, strangling the life out of her, and watching her vain struggles.

Such a strange thing it was. They had both enjoyed the experience, and they both knew that it hadn't been the end of it. The thought of dying at his hand was always on Janice's mind now, as it was on his. When they both got home the next day, they made love passionately. Angrily. He roughly pinned her down on the bed and took her, gritting his teeth at the need to hold back. Janice raked her finger nails along his back, drawing blood. She needed more from him. Much more. She wanted to hurt him, make him angry enough.

He grunted in pain, and she could see the anger in his eyes. And yet he was still holding back. She wanted his hands at her throat. She wanted him to finish what they had started the day before. She wanted him to finish her.


Luke and Janice had been together for almost three years now, and from the beginning it had always been an exploration of strange fetishes and desires for both of them. It turned out Luke wasn't particularly interested in leather, in whips, ball gags and the usual BDSM related stuff, but their effects seemed to be of bigger interest to him. He liked restraining Janice, hurting her, and silencing her. Once, while they were making love, he grabbed a pillow and pushed in down over her head. He held it in place, clearly excited by her struggling against it. His lust flaring at the sign of her distress, his urges took over. She felt him climax only moments before she passed out.

Janice felt her heart flutter for a moment at the keen memories. This amazing man had brought her so close, only to stop and try to bring her back once again. He never wanted to stop, and she wanted nothing more than for him to continue. Janice's face flushed, and her breathing started to get faster, and more unsteady. She smiled. Luke really needed to get home soon, or she would start without him.

She walked over to the wooden frame she'd set up earlier. On tip toes, she grabbed a hold of the central horizontal beam, and gave it a good tug. Solid. Nice.

Throwing the end of the rope over it, she carefully tied it to the beam. She grabbed the noose with both hands, and pulled herself off the ground. Suspending her full weight on the rope, she swung herself a little. Confident that the noose could handle a decent bit of movement, she lowered herself back to the ground.

Smiling broadly, she looked at the clock. Ten to six. Usually Luke got home around six, and they'd agreed he would call in if he was delayed. Not that they usually did that of course, but today was very special. Janice walked into the kitchen, and grabbed two wine glasses. She reached into a cubboard and retrieved a bottle or red wine. It was a fine cabernet sauvignon, Luke's favorite.

"A good wine needs to breathe." Janice thought to herself, and smiling at the irony of that thought, poured two glasses. She set them on the table, and left the room. She went through her wardrobe, and picked her favorite lingerie. She smirked. HIS favorite. She looked at the clock again. Three to six.

She walked back into the living room, and the first thing she saw there was the gallows, ominously greeting her half naked self. Her heart was pounding out of control, but she walked over to the couch and tried to make herself comfortable.

...

She heard a sound at the door, and then footsteps. She took a deep breath, and looked up just as Luke came in. He just stood there, transfixed. He was staring through the loop of the noose, right at her face. She smiled coyly at him. Of course she had planned for this particular alignment, so Luke's first sight when entering the room would be Janice, seen through the noose.

He grinned at her. He didn't say a word, but walked over to her. He skirted the gallows, his eyes still locked on Janice, and throwing his suitcase into a corner. He closed the distance quickly, while Janice became more and more nervous. Luke already had that look of primal lust in his eyes. That look she had yearned for. That look she should've feared.

He grabbed Janice, and pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her passionately. She returned the kiss with the same gusto, lost in the crazy world they had just entered together. He lifted her up, and carried her in his arms. He walked straight over to the gallows.

He set her down there, and she picked up the handcuffs. With a smile, she handed them over to Luke. She turned around, crossing her hands behind her back. Luke snapped the cuffs on her, and turned her back around. He then pushed her back against the wall. She was pinned helplessly as he gave her another intense kiss while his hands added to her mounting excitement. She moaned, both in pleasure as in frustration at being denied the use of her hands right now.

Luke stepped back from Janice, leaving her blinking up at him. He took another peace of rope from his pocket, and Janice was confused. What was this? She already had a noose, and the cuffs were enough to keep her hands behind her back. Besides, Luke liked the idea of her kicking helplessly, so he wouldn't want her feet tied.

And yet, Luke bent down and proceeded to tie her feet together, quite tightly. He looked up while he worked, smiling at the confusion on her face. "You'll see" He said simply. Deftly securing the knot, he got up again to look at her. While she stared back helplessly, Luke turned back and walked out of the room. She was already beginning to cramp up, leaned back against a wall to help preserve her balance. Fortunately she didn't have to wait for too long. When Luke came back into the room, he was holding a knife. Janice took another deep breath. A very big knife.

Janice was getting really nervous now. She was unsure what Luke was about to do, but she was convinced she was in a lot of danger. Luke walked over to her, and Janice closed her eyes in fright. When she felt several sharp and sudden tugs, she nearly yelped in surprise. But there was no pain. She opened her eyes again, and looked down. Luke was cutting up her panties, carefully avoiding her skin. Another sharp rip, and he was holding the shredded remains of her undergarments in his fist.

Looking into her eyes, Luke proceeded to undress. When he removed his pants, she smiled. She was thrilled to see he was clearly as excited as she was.

When he grabbed the noose, Janice carefully pushed away from the wall. He draped it around her neck, and gently tightened the knot, placing it right behind her left ear. He reeled in the rope, until Janice had to stand on her tip toes to avoid being strangled. She expected Luke to lower her again, noticing her distress. He tied off the rope.

He reached down, and in one swift movement, yanked up her feet. Her eyes wide in shock, Janice paniced. She had suddenly lost the ability to breathe. Luke held up her tied feet, and she had no choice to wait and see if he would let her get another breath. He pushed her knees apart, and pulled her feet behind him to settle the loop of her legs around his waist. He pulled her hips closer to him, and entered her.

Supporing her weight on his pelvis, Janice could finally regain some of her breath. She gasped and coughed, as Luke pushed in, grunting softly. Holding her tight, he looked into her eyes. "Still think this is a good idea?" He asked. Janice didn't know if this was him asking permission for what he wanted to do, or if he was just playing with her.

She was scared. She was still trying to make up her mind, when Luke suddenly pulled her closer. She felt Luke's presence deep inside of her, while her throat fully constricted. She stared at his face, contorted in angry lust. She was being taken by a predator. She saw his true face, the face of the animal in him.

She started to gag softly, her eyes closed, her tongue forced out of her mouth. Driven mad by the sound, Luke thrusted deeper. Faster.

Something happened. Janice's eyes opened again. Her mind was starting to get hazy, but her senses felt sharper than ever. Pleasure was building in her oxygen starved body, more pleasure than she knew to be possible. Much more than made sense to her.

She resigned to her fate, feeling deliciously helpless in the grasp of Luke's brutal fantasy. Maybe he would release her, maybe he wouldn't.

She let him have his way with her, and she could feel he was quickly approaching his climax. When he started to speed up even more, gritting his teeth, every nerve in her body suddenly exploded in a violent orgasm. Holding her tight, Luke lifted her up a little. He gave her just enough time to gasp to allow her to fully experience the ravages of her climax without passing out, and then lowered her weight again immediately after.

She was spent. She felt limp, unable to hold on. Still not knowing if Luke would be content with her merely passing out, she felt his lust explode inside her, right before she lost consciousness.