Louise loved her evening walks through the temples cloisters. The warmth of the days sun still radiating from the stone. The hum of the bees among the cloisters flower beds. The creak of the tightly bound latex contoured bodies of the acolytes in their niches. Each once was perched on a pedestal a noose pulled tight and taught around their necks. The pedestals would slide into the floor with just a touch of a button next to each alcove. She paused to admire Kate who had been there all day and let he finger caress the button for that location. Kates eyes widened seeing this and Louise smiled as she saw the range of emotions play with her. She wanted to be free, she wanted to be bound gagged and  noosed. And deep down in the darkest corner of her self, she wanted the pedestal to slide down and to hang.

The Start.


Madame had been at first shocked and then intrigued by her slaves requests. 'I would like Madame to bind, gag and hang me' she had shyly requested one summers morning. Madame has delved into why this darkest of request had been presented. The reasons where complex but once laid out obvious.

So it began, her slave had stood trembling perched on a stool under the old oak tree in the courtyard. Trussed up and a noose pulled tight around her throat. Eyes wide with the realization that her request was about to be fulfilled and she would soon feel feet touch thin air.

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Susan moaned as the plastic sucked against her face as she desperately tried to breathe. She tried to struggle but the rope that bound her to the chair was too tight. The neck corset prevented even her head any movement. The bag had been slipped over her head and nearly a whole roll of gaffer tape had been pulled tight around her neck making an air tight seal. She breathed out and then in feeling the plastic slick and tight against her face. Her air was running out and the more the breathed the more she panicked. Where was Danielle, why wasn't she making a hole like she promised?