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A very pleasurable evening ensues, involving a noose and a chair.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A chipmunk is summoned to his Mistress's house. A very pleasurable evening ensues, involving a noose and a chair.", "writing": "[t][b]My First Hanging[/b][/t]\n\n[t][b]by A. P. Damien[/b][/t]\n\nRewritten from \"The Day That I Would Hang\" by Taxidermist and Damien\n\nNote: Even if you decide not to finish reading this story, please read the \"Author's Note\" at the end.\n\nApril 12 \nDear Diary: \n\nThis weekend, my Mistress did something scary to me. But the really scary thing is that I want her to do it again.\n\nI was on my way to a customer's office when I heard the opening bars of the theme from \"GoldenEye.\" I got off the freeway and found a place to park, then opened my cellphone.\n\n[color=blue]Come to me as soon as you get off work. I have something new for you.[/color]\n\nSomething new. She's been promising me something \"really special\" for a couple of months now. Almost certainly something I'd enjoy. I rushed through my remaining customer visits and drove to Mistress's place.\n\nWhen I got there, the door was unlocked, a piece of paper taped to it. The paper had one word: [color=blue]kitchen[/color]. I went straight there, and found another piece of paper:\n\n[color=blue]Recipe on kitchen table. Ingredients in the fridge and on the countertop. Come into my bedroom when you've finished the prep work.[/color]\n\nWell, Diary, you know how I love cooking for Mistress. I got busy in the kitchen, cut things up, sauteed, parboiled, mixed, seasoned. Put it all in the oven and set a timer. Then I went to the hallway, got down on my knees, and crawled into Mistress's bedroom. The lithe panther who owns me was sitting up in bed, wearing a lacy black peignoir and nothing else.\n\n\"Is that you, worm?\" She asked me.\n\n\"Yes, Mistress. It is I, your very own worm.\"\n\nYou know I love it when she calls me \"worm\". It means she's going to make me do something nasty.\n\n\"Stand up, strip, and face the bed.\"\n\nI stood up and started taking off my clothes.\n\n\"Wait,\" she commanded when I'd taken off all my clothes except the one she insists I wear to work, social occasions, whenever I'm away from her. \n\n\"Stand there.\"\n\nI stood as still as I could while she walked around me, checking that my panties were clean.\n\n\"March.\"\n\nThat meant I had to walk around the room, raising my knees high on each step, so she could admire my panties. My frilly panties. The girly panties that Mistress makes me wear so I won't get too proud of having a dick and a good-paying job. To remind me that, ultimately, I am her bitch.\n\n\"Okay. Take them off.\"\n\nI pulled my panties off, slowly, showing how much I appreciated them as a gift from her.\n\n\"On your knees.\"\n\nI knelt beside the bed, naked, ready to obey her next command, whatever it might be.\n\n\"You may show your wormishness with your lips and tongue.\"\n\nI knew what that meant: I was to go Around the World for her. Kiss her and lick her from the top of her forehead to the soles of her feet, and everywhere in between. Including her pussy and her backdoor. She always showers first so she's clean, but still... It's degrading. I guess that's the point: by making me do something I don't want to do, she reinforces our relationship of Mistress and Slave. It pleases her, and it always leaves me hard as a rock. I made her cum several times before she told me to stop.\n\nAll that fun left both of us exhausted. We lay on the bed, cuddling, for half an hour, maybe a little longer.\n\nRrrrrrriiinnnnnnnng! The timer in the kitchen went off, long and loud. I looked to Mistress for permission.\n\n\"Go,\" she said.\n\nI went into the kitchen, plated the food, and set it on the table. Then I returned to the bedroom. \"Dinner is served, if it please you, Mistress.\"\n\n\"It does.\" She smiled and put out a hand. I took it and held on while she levered herself up. \"Come,\" she said, and led the way to the dining room. We ate, talking of this and that. Nothing about sex or BDSM at the table, and nothing about politics. That's her rule.\n\nAfter dinner, we sat and watched \"Jeopardy!\" and \"Wheel\". Then she caught my eye and smiled. There was something disturbing about that smile.\n\n\"C'mon. Time to play. Go in the bedroom and put on your panties for Mistress.\"\n\nI sat on the bed and put my panties, my sexy panties, back on. She followed me in, pulled my arms behind my back, and tied each wrist to the opposite elbow. She didn't touch me for several seconds and I knew she was \"checking me out\" as she often does. I was too sleepy to be fully erect. She petted my bulge, but nothing more, leaving me even more frustrated. Then she helped me to my feet. I felt off balance with my arms stretched back like that; it made me even more nervous and excited.\n\nShe opened the headboard, reached in, and got out an elastic sleepmask. That meant she didn't want me to know what was in store until it was happening to me. She only did that for really scary things. I could feel my heart speed up, just a little.\n\nShe led me down the stairs to her rec room, helping me balance with one hand on my arm. Then she helped me get up on something. It was small and high, but I managed to get up on it and stand there. \n\nThen she put something around my neck. I could feel that it was rope, and felt a big knot on the back of my neck, tugging at me. \n\nShe spoke very quietly; I could barely hear her: \"Do you know what is happening to you?\" I felt her warm breath and realized she was murmuring into the hair at the back of my neck. My ponytail. A [i]manly[/i] ponytail. Well, my boss and the customers think so.\n\nI had to think a moment, then I realized what it was. \"You've got a noose around my neck!\" I said. \n\n\"That's right. There's a noose around your neck. And you're standing on a chair. I could pull it out from under you if I wanted.\" I could hear her moving around, then I felt her warm hands caressing my butt. \"Or you could kick it over yourself,\" she went on, breathing slowly on my chest, \"Do you know what would happen then? Tell me out loud what would happen then.\" \n\nAnd I [i]knew[/i] what would happen. I told her slowly, drawing it out as I imagined it happening to me: \"I bet you didn't leave any slack. So when the chair goes over I'd fall only a couple of inches. Then the rope would tighten around my neck, [i]real[/i] tight so I can only gag and gasp... I'd kick my legs violently, out and around, trying to find someplace to stand...\" \n\n\"That's right,\" she said. Her tongue caressed my nipple while she pulled my panties down with one hand. \n\nI gasped, then went on, \"I can picture myself struggling at the end of the rope... and I also imagine you, watching and loving every moment. You'd get incredibly wet watching me struggle in the noose. I'd be gasping like the orgasm I have when you peg me. And you'd love how I kick my legs desperately, trying to get air...\" \n\nHer tongue caressed my other nipple; her hand caressed my erection, lightly. I wanted her to grab it and hold it. But it seemed I hadn't earned that yet. \"Go on...\" \n\n\"Then you'd wrap your hand around my control stick and jack it up and down, slowly at first. Then faster as I started to run out of air. And then I'd be coming as I struggled for air, no air coming in and my chest aching with the need for it, but coming anyway from the excitement and your fingers.\" \n\nShe took my cock in her hand. \"Finish the story,\" she told me. \n\n\"I'd come and come, and my struggles would get weaker, and then, after a couple of minutes, it would be over. My body would hang limp on the noose, a dead chipmunk swaying back and forth and spinning slowly around. you'd be watching how my butt sways... Like the pendulum in a clock.... you wanted me hanged so you could have me all to yourself. You'd be incredibly horny from watching me hang... You'd probably climb up on the chair and wrap yourself around my body, your clit rubbing against my still-hard cock. And you'd frig yourself against my cock while I was still warm and hanging on the noose... You'd find a way to preserve my body, so that you could dry hump me any time you pleased.\" \n\nShe moved her hand up and down a few times, slowly. \"Would you like to experience part of that?\" she cooed. She's dangerous when that caressing sound comes into her voice.\n\nI thought about it for a moment, but my dick spoke for me as it always does when I'm with her. \"Yes, Mistress.\"\n\n\"Very good. Bend your knees a little, just so you feel the noose start to tighten.\"\n\n\"Yes, Mistress.\" I did as she commanded.\n\n\"Now talk to me as you slowly bend them further until you can barely talk.\"\n\n\"Yes, Mistress. I love you, Mistress. You (gagging) know I would do ggg...anythggginggg fgggorrggg gggyou. Iggg woulggd (a whisper) even die for you.\"\n\n'You would? Really?\"\n\n\"Yes, Mistress,\" I whispered\n\n\"Good. Then ... slowly... lift your feet off the chair. Don't answer, just do it.\"\n\nI bent my knees more, and a little more, and my feet were in the air and the noose was choking me hard... It hurt. It hurt so much. And I wanted to breathe, but she didn't give me permission to put my feet down. And I was hard... so hard... And I wanted to breathe so much. And then I couldn't stand it any more. I knew I would be punished for disobedience... but... my chest burned... my head felt like it was going to explode. I put my feet back down.\n\nAnd couldn't find the chair. I reached out with one foot, then the other, front, back, sideways, but the chair wasn't there!\n\n\"I took it away. Surely you won't mind hanging for your Mistress?\"\n\nIn one sense, no. I would do anything for her, even die for her. But I wanted air so badly...\n\nAnd I heard her whisper, \"You said you wanted to experience it. This is what it's like to hang. You need air, but you can't get air. And the noose squeezes your neck so tight that it hurts. And it's not just a matter of putting your feet down, because you're up in the air with nothing to stand on. And you know you're going to die like that.\"\n\nIs she really going to kill me?. I would let her, but... my neck hurts so much... my chest hurts... \n\nAnd then she slapped my penis. Hard. And again, with her other hand. And again, about once a second. I was hanging, suffocating, desperate for air, and she was hitting me where I could not ignore it, even while I was struggling to breathe. Maybe ten slaps and I was in more pain from my needy erection than from the noose. Another few and I was bucking, humping the air. Then I came so hard that I passed out.\n\nWhen I woke up, I was lying in the guest bed with my hands free. My neck was sore, but I felt [i]wonderful[/i]. I opened my eyes and saw Mistress sitting in a chair watching me.\n\n\"You did very well, my devoted slave. You have earned a reward.\" \n\n\"Your slave is grateful to have pleased you, Mistress.\"\n\n\"Go home, my slave. I am promoting you one rank. When you visit from now on, I will sometimes hang you as I did today.\"\n\n\"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.\" These were not just formal words. I am incredibly grateful that I will now get to experience that need for breath, that fear, and if she permits it, the explosion at the end.\n\nShe put a finger on my lips to silence me. \"Know one thing more,\" she told me. \"Someday I will not let you down. You will hang until the noose does its job. I have a specialty butcher shop which will pay well for your body afterward.\"\n\nI was so excited I could hardly think. I bowed, signaling my acceptance of this eventuality. My life has always been hers to take if she chose, ever since I signed my slave contract. Then I knelt to her. And stayed there, trying to think what to say. And at last found my voice.\n\n\"May this insignificant worm beg one boon from his Mistress?\"\n\n\"What is it?\"\n\n\"When you decide not to save me, would you tell me?\"\n\nI could see her starting to decide, and realized she could misunderstand me. \"Not beforehand, Mistress. My life is always yours, to take at your whim, without warning. But... if you would tell me after you take the chair away, tell me then, when it's too late for me to do anything or even to protest... That would make it more meaningful to me. I think I would cum extra hard knowing that it was my last cum. Please, Mistress?\"\n\nShe stood there, stroking her chin, thinking, then answered. \"Perhaps. If you have been very good.\"\n\nDiary, I will endeavor to be [i]very[/i] good indeed. \n\n— Your chipmunk\n\nAlvin\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "My First Hanging

by A. P. Damien

Rewritten from "The Day That I Would Hang" by Taxidermist and Damien

Note: Even if you decide not to finish reading this story, please read the "Author's Note" at the end.

April 12
Dear Diary:

This weekend, my Mistress did something scary to me. But the really scary thing is that I want her to do it again.

I was on my way to a customer's office when I heard the opening bars of the theme from "GoldenEye." I got off the freeway and found a place to park, then opened my cellphone.

Come to me as soon as you get off work. I have something new for you.

Something new. She's been promising me something "really special" for a couple of months now. Almost certainly something I'd enjoy. I rushed through my remaining customer visits and drove to Mistress's place.

When I got there, the door was unlocked, a piece of paper taped to it. The paper had one word: kitchen. I went straight there, and found another piece of paper:

Recipe on kitchen table. Ingredients in the fridge and on the countertop. Come into my bedroom when you've finished the prep work.

Well, Diary, you know how I love cooking for Mistress. I got busy in the kitchen, cut things up, sauteed, parboiled, mixed, seasoned. Put it all in the oven and set a timer. Then I went to the hallway, got down on my knees, and crawled into Mistress's bedroom. The lithe panther who owns me was sitting up in bed, wearing a lacy black peignoir and nothing else.

"Is that you, worm?" She asked me.

"Yes, Mistress. It is I, your very own worm."

You know I love it when she calls me "worm". It means she's going to make me do something nasty.

"Stand up, strip, and face the bed."

I stood up and started taking off my clothes.

"Wait," she commanded when I'd taken off all my clothes except the one she insists I wear to work, social occasions, whenever I'm away from her.

"Stand there."

I stood as still as I could while she walked around me, checking that my panties were clean.

"March."

That meant I had to walk around the room, raising my knees high on each step, so she could admire my panties. My frilly panties. The girly panties that Mistress makes me wear so I won't get too proud of having a dick and a good-paying job. To remind me that, ultimately, I am her bitch.

"Okay. Take them off."

I pulled my panties off, slowly, showing how much I appreciated them as a gift from her.

"On your knees."

I knelt beside the bed, naked, ready to obey her next command, whatever it might be.

"You may show your wormishness with your lips and tongue."

I knew what that meant: I was to go Around the World for her. Kiss her and lick her from the top of her forehead to the soles of her feet, and everywhere in between. Including her pussy and her backdoor. She always showers first so she's clean, but still... It's degrading. I guess that's the point: by making me do something I don't want to do, she reinforces our relationship of Mistress and Slave. It pleases her, and it always leaves me hard as a rock. I made her cum several times before she told me to stop.

All that fun left both of us exhausted. We lay on the bed, cuddling, for half an hour, maybe a little longer.

Rrrrrrriiinnnnnnnng! The timer in the kitchen went off, long and loud. I looked to Mistress for permission.

"Go," she said.

I went into the kitchen, plated the food, and set it on the table. Then I returned to the bedroom. "Dinner is served, if it please you, Mistress."

"It does." She smiled and put out a hand. I took it and held on while she levered herself up. "Come," she said, and led the way to the dining room. We ate, talking of this and that. Nothing about sex or BDSM at the table, and nothing about politics. That's her rule.

After dinner, we sat and watched "Jeopardy!" and "Wheel". Then she caught my eye and smiled. There was something disturbing about that smile.

"C'mon. Time to play. Go in the bedroom and put on your panties for Mistress."

I sat on the bed and put my panties, my sexy panties, back on. She followed me in, pulled my arms behind my back, and tied each wrist to the opposite elbow. She didn't touch me for several seconds and I knew she was "checking me out" as she often does. I was too sleepy to be fully erect. She petted my bulge, but nothing more, leaving me even more frustrated. Then she helped me to my feet. I felt off balance with my arms stretched back like that; it made me even more nervous and excited.

She opened the headboard, reached in, and got out an elastic sleepmask. That meant she didn't want me to know what was in store until it was happening to me. She only did that for really scary things. I could feel my heart speed up, just a little.

She led me down the stairs to her rec room, helping me balance with one hand on my arm. Then she helped me get up on something. It was small and high, but I managed to get up on it and stand there.

Then she put something around my neck. I could feel that it was rope, and felt a big knot on the back of my neck, tugging at me.

She spoke very quietly; I could barely hear her: "Do you know what is happening to you?" I felt her warm breath and realized she was murmuring into the hair at the back of my neck. My ponytail. A manly ponytail. Well, my boss and the customers think so.

I had to think a moment, then I realized what it was. "You've got a noose around my neck!" I said.

"That's right. There's a noose around your neck. And you're standing on a chair. I could pull it out from under you if I wanted." I could hear her moving around, then I felt her warm hands caressing my butt. "Or you could kick it over yourself," she went on, breathing slowly on my chest, "Do you know what would happen then? Tell me out loud what would happen then."

And I knew what would happen. I told her slowly, drawing it out as I imagined it happening to me: "I bet you didn't leave any slack. So when the chair goes over I'd fall only a couple of inches. Then the rope would tighten around my neck, real tight so I can only gag and gasp... I'd kick my legs violently, out and around, trying to find someplace to stand..."

"That's right," she said. Her tongue caressed my nipple while she pulled my panties down with one hand.

I gasped, then went on, "I can picture myself struggling at the end of the rope... and I also imagine you, watching and loving every moment. You'd get incredibly wet watching me struggle in the noose. I'd be gasping like the orgasm I have when you peg me. And you'd love how I kick my legs desperately, trying to get air..."

Her tongue caressed my other nipple; her hand caressed my erection, lightly. I wanted her to grab it and hold it. But it seemed I hadn't earned that yet. "Go on..."

"Then you'd wrap your hand around my control stick and jack it up and down, slowly at first.  Then faster as I started to run out of air. And then I'd be coming as I struggled for air, no air coming in and my chest aching with the need for it, but coming anyway from the excitement and your fingers."

She took my cock in her hand. "Finish the story," she told me.

"I'd come and come, and my struggles would get weaker, and then, after a couple of minutes, it would be over. My body would hang limp on the noose, a dead chipmunk swaying back and forth and spinning slowly around. you'd be watching how my butt sways... Like the pendulum in a clock.... you wanted me hanged so you could have me all to yourself. You'd be incredibly horny from watching me hang... You'd probably climb up on the chair and wrap  yourself around my body, your clit rubbing against my still-hard cock. And you'd frig yourself against my cock while I was still warm and hanging on the noose... You'd find a way to preserve my body, so that you could dry hump  me any time you pleased."

She moved her hand up and down a few times, slowly. "Would you like to experience part of that?" she cooed. She's dangerous when that caressing sound comes into her voice.

I thought about it for a moment, but my dick spoke for me as it always does when I'm with her. "Yes, Mistress."

"Very good. Bend your knees a little, just so you feel the noose start to tighten."

"Yes, Mistress." I did as she commanded.

"Now talk to me as you slowly bend them further until you can barely talk."

"Yes, Mistress. I love you, Mistress. You (gagging) know I would do ggg...anythggginggg fgggorrggg gggyou. Iggg woulggd (a whisper) even die for you."

'You would? Really?"

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered

"Good. Then ... slowly... lift your feet off the chair. Don't answer, just do it."

I bent my knees more, and a little more, and my feet were in the air and the noose was choking me hard... It hurt. It hurt so much. And I wanted to breathe, but she didn't give me permission to put my feet down. And I was hard... so hard... And I wanted to breathe so much. And then I couldn't stand it any more. I knew I would be punished for disobedience... but... my chest burned... my head felt like it was going to explode. I put my feet back down.

And couldn't find the chair. I reached out with one foot, then the other, front, back, sideways, but the chair wasn't there!

"I took it away. Surely you won't mind hanging for your Mistress?"

In one sense, no. I would do anything for her, even die for her. But I wanted air so badly...

And I heard her whisper, "You said you wanted to experience it. This is what it's like to hang. You need air, but you can't get air. And the noose squeezes your neck so tight that it hurts. And it's not just a matter of putting your feet down, because you're up in the air with nothing to stand on. And you know you're going to die like that."

Is she really going to kill me?. I would let her, but... my neck hurts so much... my chest hurts...

And then she slapped my penis. Hard. And again, with her other hand. And again, about once a second. I was hanging, suffocating, desperate for air, and she was hitting me where I could not ignore it, even while I was struggling to breathe. Maybe ten slaps and I was in more pain from my needy erection than from the noose. Another few and I was bucking, humping the air. Then I came so hard that I passed out.

When I woke up, I was lying in the guest bed with my hands free. My neck was sore, but I felt wonderful. I opened my eyes and saw Mistress sitting in a chair watching me.

"You did very well, my devoted slave. You have earned a reward."

"Your slave is grateful to have pleased you, Mistress."

"Go home, my slave. I am promoting you one rank. When you visit from now on, I will sometimes hang you as I did today."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." These were not just formal words. I am incredibly grateful that I will now get to experience that need for breath, that fear, and if she permits it, the explosion at the end.

She put a finger on my lips to silence me. "Know one thing more," she told me. "Someday I will not let you down. You will hang until the noose does its job. I have a specialty butcher shop which will pay well for your body afterward."

I was so excited I could hardly think. I bowed, signaling my acceptance of this eventuality. My life has always been hers to take if she chose, ever since I signed my slave contract. Then I knelt to her. And stayed there, trying to think what to say. And at last found my voice.

"May this insignificant worm beg one boon from his Mistress?"

"What is it?"

"When you decide not to save me, would you tell me?"

I could see her starting to decide, and realized she could misunderstand me. "Not beforehand, Mistress. My life is always yours, to take at your whim, without warning. But... if you would tell me after you take the chair away, tell me then, when it's too late for me to do anything or even to protest... That would make it more meaningful to me. I think I would cum extra hard knowing that it was my last cum. Please, Mistress?"

She stood there, stroking her chin, thinking, then answered. "Perhaps. If you have been very good."

Diary, I will endeavor to be very good indeed.

— Your chipmunk

Alvin

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