Dear Heidi,

My husband of seven years and I have been hanging party enthusiasts for many years, that's how we met in fact. We've found several noose slut organizations in our area that host coed parties, but more frequently we like to go to the "watchmen" style parties, where the men are allowed to attend, but only women get a chance at the noose. They usually play a roulette style game, with each woman being assigned a number at the beginning of the night. My husband and I enjoy these parties a lot and find them intensely erotic. If the host allows, we frequently have sex while the hangings are going on. If the rules preclude this, we usually wait till the hangings are over and then try to go home, but often end up having sex in our car before we make it there. In more recent years my husband has began choking me during the sex we have at and after these parties, which both of us thoroughly enjoy.
   
But here's the thing, for about a year or so, my husband has been less and less interested in watching women hang at these parties. At the same time, he has become more aggressive in how much he chokes me during sex, on occasion even seeming like he was going to actually kill me (which only made it hotter of course). This all leads me to believe that, while he enjoys seeing any woman hang, what he really wants, more than anything, is to see ME hang. Now, don't misunderstand, I love my husband and I want to satisfy that fantasy, and I'd be lying if I said that hanging for him wasn't a fantasy of mine as well.
  
So here's the problem: MY NUMBER JUST NEVER COMES UP! I started taking him to hanging parties more frequently and even paying off the host to give me more than one number to increase my odds of getting the rope, but despite doing this twice a week for six months, I'm still alive, and my husband remains unsatisfied. So, finally, I've decided that I'm just going to put on a private snuff show for him in the privacy of our home. My question for you is this: how do I make it the most erotic experience of his entire life? And also, how do I bring up the subject with him? I have thought about suggesting this to him numerous times, but I always chicken out.

Sincerely,
Sam

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Dear Sam,

First off, WOW. Two parties a week for six months? Under different circumstances, I'd say it was a miracle that you're still alive, but I suppose it's actually very unlucky given your goal.

Now, my area of expertise is hanging parties, not snuff shows. In fact, I usually tell people not to do that sort of thing, and instead to go to parties for the thrill of cheating the noose as long as possible. However, it sounds like you've really thought this through and really love your husband and know what will satisfy him, so I'll do my best to help you with your suicide/execution show.
   
My first piece of advice is this: DON'T bring up the subject with him. In my limited experience with snuff shows, I have found that men are far more aroused by a surprise. Don't tell your husband that you're going to hang for him, just wait for a special occasion, a birthday, an anniversary, etc, and lead him to your bedroom, where he'll find the waiting noose.
   
My second piece of advice is to let him dominate you. Let him undress you, then bind you, cuff you, gag you, etc. however he likes. And I don't mean do it for him, I mean let him physically do the undressing and restraining. Then, let him pull the stool out from under you (assuming you plan on a short drop hanging). Male hanging party enthusiasts often have fantasies of being executioners, or having women submit to them for a hanging, so let him be as involved in the process as possible.
   
Finally, it sounds like witnessing a hanging is a very sexual act for your husband, which is why he usually has such passionate sex with you during or immediately after. As such, he may not be able to fully enjoy the experience without some sex. If you feel comfortable with it, I would recommend finding him a woman to have sex with during or after your hanging. Short of that, I would at least recommend you get him some lubricant and a box of tissues.
   
That's really the only specific advice I can give you, as anything beyond that would depend on his personal preferences. My advice their is that you clearly know your husband, so do everything you can to make your hanging fit his fantasy. If there is a certain outfit you have that he loves to see you in, wear it before the hanging. If he tends to like seeing women hang in a certain type of lingerie, wear that type of lingerie. Really, it's just about how well you know your husband's desires.

Sincerely,
Heidi Hemphill

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Dear Heidi,

   
My late wife Sam asked in her will that I write you this letter. A few weeks after you published her letter in your advice column, we had our eighth wedding anniversary. I took her out to a French restaurant in our area, and she wore a pair of white skinny jeans with a blue, form fitting top. She knows that seeing her in that outfit just drives me wild, both because it complements her figure and because it's so easy to get it off of her.
   
On your advice, Sam didn't tell me anything about what she had planned for later that evening. My only indication that something was afoot was that she wore her hair in a braided ponytail. I love it when she wears her hair like that, but she almost never does, saying that she finds it more comfortable when it's straight. The only exception is when we go to noose parties, so that it would be easier to slip the noose on if her number came up. Despite this, I went through our whole dinner with no inkling of what was to come. Then, we went home.
   
Sam lead me into our house and up the stairs to our bedroom. I eagerly followed, expecting a night of passionate sex. Then, Sam opened the door to our bedroom, to reveal a noose dangling from our ceiling, over a wooden stool at the foot of our bed. Next to the stool stood a small table, on which rested some handcuffs, leather restraints, rope, and a roll of duct tape. A strand of rope lead from the leg of the stool, to my side of the bed. There were candles lit all around the room, and rose peddles all over the floor and the bed. By the side of the bed stood an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in it, and on my night stand stood a bottle of lube and a box of tissues. I stood looking around the room, utterly dumbstruck for a moment.
   
"Happy anniversary honey" Sam finally said after a moment in silence. I turned and stared into her eyes. "I want you to undress me, tie me up however you like, noose me, and then I want to watch you play with yourself as I die"
   
"Oh god I love you" was all I could bring myself to say in response. I leaned in and we kissed passionately for a moment. We took a step into the room and shut the door, then I began to undress her. I started with her top, then her jeans, revealing that underneath she was wearing a black lace bra, a pair of black stockings and a matching garter belt. She knows I love to see a woman hang in stockings and a garter belt, but she's never owned any before, she must have bought them just for that night.
   
I then removed Sam's bra, and walked over to the table of restraints. I picked up the role of duct tape, and walked back over to Sam. I bent her over the end of the bed, and tied her wrists together with the tape. Then, I tied her elbows as close together as I could, I love how that gives her breasts a perky lift. Finally, I gagged her with the tape for good measure. Then, I undressed, and with her bent over, gagged and restrained, I fucked my wife one last time. Though she couldn't speak through her gag, her moaning and groaning made it quite clear that Sam was enjoying herself.
   
Once I finished, I lifted Sam back up into an upright position, and lead her to the stool. With her arms restrained behind her, she needed some help climbing it. Then, I grabbed the duct tape again and tied her legs together at the knee. I find this to be a sexy way to restrain a victim because it still lets them kick, but also makes them move their upper legs as one, so they swing more.
   
Then, I stood on the end of the bed, and I looked deep into my wife's eyes as I slipped the noose over her head. She winced in pain as I tightened it around her neck, then groaned in pleasure through her gag. I then got down from the end of the bed, went into our bathroom, and shut the door. I took a long, luxurious shower, leaving Sam to wait on the stool. Keeping her waiting turned me on immensely, and I'm certain it aroused her as well. And besides, having just had sex, I needed a little time to recharge before the show.
   
When I was done with my shower, I dried off and came out of the bathroom, completely naked, my penis standing straighter than the Eiffel tower. I casually strolled over to the bottle of champagne, poured myself a glass, and stood sipping it, looking into my wife's eyes. I will never forget the combination of lust, love and fear I saw in them that night. Once I'd finished my drink, I got in bed and under the covers. I grabbed the rope that was connected to the stool and pulled out all the slack, then held it in my left hand as I covered my right in lube. Then, one more time, I looked into Sam's eyes.
   
"I love you honey" I said, holding the rope with one hand and my cock with the other. She gargled something unintelligible into her gag, but I'm almost certain she was trying to tell me she loved me too. Then, with a yank of my left hand, I toppled the stool on which she stood. There was a loud crack of the rope as she fell a few inches, then was caught by the noose. Her breasts bobbed up and down as she stopped, an expression of shear agony came over my wife's face, and she instantly began to kick and flail with all her might.

As Sam began to kick and squirm, I began to stroke myself. Sam was right, watching her hang was more satisfying than all the strangers we watched together. I remember the muffled chocking noises coming from behind her gag, and how her face turned first bright red, then slowly faded to purple. For a while, her eyes were transfixed on the ground as she tried to squirm loose. Then, she looked at me. She had a look of fear in here eyes and I could tell she wanted to be let down.

"No honey," I told her, "this was your fantasy too, remember? You'd regret it if you didn't see it through." The look of fear faded from Sam's eyes, and I began to stroke myself faster. Gradually, her kicking and squirming began to fade. Eventually, she hung silently, slowly peddling her feet. Then, finally, her feet fell still. She wasn't moving, but her eyes were still darting back and forth. I began to feel an orgasm building as I continued to stroke myself. Finally, my wife and I simultaneously let out loud groans of pleasure, we both came at the same time. Then, Sam's head slumped over, and she urinated on the floor.

I sat in bed for a few minutes, recovering from the intense orgasm I'd just had. As I did, I looked into my wife's eye. They were still open, but now transfixed on a point somewhere on the bed. In all our years together, I don't think my wife has ever been as beautiful as she was then, hanging there dead, slowly swaying back and fourth. I lover her so much in that moment. After a few minutes, I got up, cleaned myself off, and put out all the candles. Then, I went to sleep, Sam still hanging at the foot of the bed. The next morning I cut her down and buried her in our backyard.

Sincerely,
Jim

P.S.
I kept going to noose parties for a while after my wife's death, but have found that they aren't nearly as satisfying as they were with her. I think she truly gave me the most erotic experience of my life, and everything from here on will pale in comparison. With that in mind, maybe it's time for me to try the noose myself...

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Dear Jim,

Wow, it sounds like your wife really loved each other, and it sounds like she truly gave you quite a gift. I'm sorry to hear that hanging parties aren't exciting you like they used to. Like I told your wife, I usually don't encourage outright suicide, but if you truly feel you won't enjoy life without your wife, and you've always found the noose erotic, I'd say go for it. Besides, a woman hangs for her husbands pleasure, then he hangs because life just isn't as good without her? Well that's just about the most romantic story I've ever heard!

Sincerely,
Heidi Hemphill