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Discussions of erotic hanging
Posted: 7-Aug-2011 - 2 comment(s) [ Comment ] - 0 trackback(s) [ Trackback ] Category: Hanging studies
from various sites, including talkgroups and the old PNN files. Note
that since these stop after a few seconds to a minute, they are not so authoritative as to longer hanging as were the suicide attempts.

(female poster)

From the very first time I heard about it I was interested in hanging.
Most people associate it with the old west and cowboys and think it can
only be done to guys but from the first I ever heard about it I knew
that wasn't true, that it was just made to be done to girls too. And I
wanted it done to me. Since then I've tried it a few times in varying
degrees and each time it was loverly, just hanging there naked,
suffering, really suffering as the rope chokes the life out of you and
grey fades to black.

The first time I tried it was when I was smaller and lighter, which
makes it easier and helps you to last longer. I remember hearing about
hanging in school and talking about it with some boys I knew. They
talked about the sexual aspects and people being hung naked. That part
turned me on. Being publicly stripped on the gallows and hung in the
nude. I wanted it so badly I came just thinking about it. It is
difficult to describe why I like this sort of game. Being stripped naked
and tied up and then hung by the neck. Nothing quite equals the thrill
as every inch of you burns. You struggle helplessly against the ropes
that hold your wrists tight. Your body twists and turns wantonly as you
try desperately to escape.

The best kind of tie up game is one just like this, the one you know you
cannot escape. The one done with no safeword, no chance for mercy, no
hope of reprieve. Being stripped naked in the woods and bound hand and
foot and the noose put around my neck. And all the while I pleaded for
mercy that I knew would never come. That was the day that made me. There
was no embarrassment in it for me. In fact my whole body purred. Being
naked had plugged my body into a socket and I was humming on high. I
didn't know why I liked it but I knew I did.

The first time I was hung was a part of a kidnap game and as usual,
being the only girl, I was the kidnappee. I was taken into the woods and
told to strip to my underpants. That was no big deal for a European girl
used to baring her chest on the beach. My wrists and ankles were bound.
We didn't have a gallows, of course. They threw a rope over a tree limb
and just tied the end around my throat. No noose or anything, just a
loop of clothesline around my throat. I stood on a pile of three
concrete blocks. Then they bound my ankles together. I knew they were
going to hang me naked because we had talked about it so it was no
surprise when they dropped my underpants to my ankles. I loved it. Loved
the way they stared at me hungrily. I had never been completely naked
before more than one guy at a time and here I was naked in front of a
whole group. I practically came just standing there

They just left me up there in the hot sun. Naked. For maybe an hour.
Just standing there on top of those blocks. I struggled to untie myself
but I couldn't struggle too much or else I might fall off and hang
myself. It seemed like I was up there forever and I slowly got more and
more scared. Finally I broke down and I cried and begged but they
wouldn't let me go. Then finally they figured I had suffered that way
enough and they knocked the blocks out from under me and I was hung.

Every inch of me screamed with pain. It was incredible as the full
weight of my body was transferred to my neck and the rope tightened
around it. It felt as if my head were being torn from my neck. I tried
to fight but fear seemed to seize me and I sort of just froze right
there in mid air. My body just released and I was stretched out full
length in mid-air. I felt the pain as my body weight took hold, the rope squeezed my throat shut and slowly the weight of my own body began to
squeeze the life out of me. Then I woke up suddenly and started to
struggle helplessly, desperately, futilely to get loose and to get some air.

I begged for help but it did not good, they just left me there. I tried desperately to free my hands as I dangled there. If only I could get my
wrists loose. But I couldn't. They had tied my wrists together and then
tied my bound wrists to a rope around my tummy. Slowly my body began to
weaken. Slowly every muscle began to burn with the pain. And slowly the
pain turned to numbness, my fear turned into fog, and as I weakened more
and more I slowly drifted toward blackness. Because I was so light it
took a couple of minutes before I finally passed out. In the last half a
minute I suffered terribly, every inch of my slight brown body in pain.
Slowly, slowly I was being choked to death. Every second seemed like an eternity. I begged for help with my last breath. Then everything went black

When I was in my early twenties I did have a relationship with a guy who
knew I was fascinated by hanging and one evening we tried it.

His bedroom luckily was one of those with an overhead beam. Before we
made love he had prepared with my help a very thick three coiled
hangman's noose from rough hemp. He swung it over the beam and was able
to hold the other end of the rope while on his back on his bed. I had
slipped on a very thick black woolen turtleneck sweater (you know I knit those), that was all. He tied my hands loosely behind my back with a
simple two slip knot looped strand of rope. I have to admit that by that
point I was sopping wet.

He then noosed me making sure the knot was under my left ear and able to
slide forwards. And then I mounted him. He was very, very, ready.

Without any further neck pressure it was incredible, but then he tugged
on the loose end of the rope. I gagged and choked and he swears I
started to violently rock on him like never before. He stayed inside me
and my body was not lifted off him. I do know I came with an explosion I
have never had before or since. I did not feel him come, I was just into
my own sensations which were indescribable. He told me he did come but
was just amazed by the violence of mine and how I spasmically clutched
him inside me. The pain drove me wild, I felt my head being pulled away,
but what went on inside me drove me wilder. He told me I lasted about 2
minutes without stopping my jerking and spasms, until he let the rope
become slack. I was so dazed I did not feel him loosening the noose at
first. Afterwards it hurt, badly. Headache and rope burn in spite of the sweater padding. I had to wear a turtleneck for 2 weeks. It was so
wonderful, but never again. I totally lost myself.

The first time I ever strangled another woman, I had just graduated from
high school. She was older than me (34) and very beautiful. She called
me her baby girl. When we were first making love, I would pay much
attention to her long neck especially her soft throat. Her larynx was
small and feminine but noticable. I played with it, stroking it with my
fingers and kissing it...this kind of play always turned her on.

We began to gently strangle each other after a while...nothing really
heavy though...more like caresses really. One day she handed me a new
silk scarf that she had just purchased and asked me to strangle her with
it. That got me wet immediately and we went to the bedroom so we could
watch this delicate operation in her triple panelled mirror she used for dressing.

I passed it around her graceful neck, my heart beating fast and my hands shaking a bit and gently began began to pull the scarf from both ends.
She wanted it tighter so I pulled it tighter...my eyes glued to her
neck, watching the scarf press up against her larynx. God, was this ever
hot!! We did this for a while until she had an explosive orgasm. During
it, her legs gave out so I immediately removed the scarf and tried to
hold on to her but she slipped from my grasp. On the floor she squirmed
around, still coming. My own clit was enveloped in flames of hot
cum...what an experience! We went back to our safer way of strangling
but that one is burned in my memory.

Mmmmm!!
(female poster):

Well first of all NEVER do it alone. If you pass out while hanging you
DIE. You must have someone there to let you down just in case you go too
far. Brain damage begins roughly around 4 minutes plus. It varies how
long a person can hang some just a matter of a few seconds other upwards
of two minutes. I have hanged for real and it is the greatest thing ever.

First I felt an incredible pounding in my head and chest. then my head
began to tingle and mys vission tunnel. The I got the greatst rush ever.
I like to go til I pass out then have a partner let me down. More then
what I said above can not be put into words.

Now is dispel some myths.

1. Some stories here in have the rope tightening slowly while the person
hangs. When a person is hanged the rope tightens in less then a second
or two. No breath is possible and no speech is either.

2. A person cannot go the length of time like some of the stories here.
I read where one woman hanged in a story was still kicking after 20
minutes. Medically not possible she would be brain dead long before
this. A person can hang no longer without passing out than they could
hold thier breath without passing out.

3. a person does not urinate or defficate upon passing out at ropes end
unless they try. They may do it out of fear. The urination and
deffication comes when the mucsles relax at death. In hanging this does
not happen all the time right away at least.

4. People do not always cum when hanging. This is a result of sexual
arousal on the part of the person being hanged.

Chat session reproduced on old PNN regarding autoerotic hanging of
females [Airdancer is an exotic dancer; sequences rearranged so the chat
makes better sense.]

Marcia : He pulls me up far enough that my feet leave the ground. Have
any of you tried that before?

airdancer : are your hands tied behind your back?

Marcia : Sometimes my hands are tied. If they are, I only last for 10 or
15 seconds.

hang : Marcia: for how long can you hang?

Marcia : Well, until I've had enough, when I get close to passing out.

airdancer : I hang about once a week or so, even in my stage act

airdancer : as I said my bf "punishes" me for being bad, and I am always
BAD!!!

Marcia : I recall that you've said in the past that you sometimes have
hung for a long time. Do you use a special technique?

airdancer : If you use a thick rope and put the knot in front you can
last much longer. the thicker the rope the more it spreads out the pain
and pressure, and you choke slower.

Marcia : So that your head is back?

airdancer : yes the head is back

Mandy : What about marks on the skin ?

airdancer : I use a soft nylon marine rope to reduce marks

Marcia : The softer, the better!

airdancer : oh hell yes, a soft cloth is best, like smooth cotton

airdancer : OK now guys I take to the air and WOW it hits you hard at
first. My bf pulls out the stool when I least expect it after getting me
on my tippy toes, Your jaw kind of clinches up and the pain and pressure
on your neck are real hard. I lasted for over a minute the other day.

Marcia : A minute?

hardrock : OK, so, AD. you hit the air, the noose hits you and then what??

airdancer : like I said your jaw clenches and you feel this incredible
pressure on your neck and your feet kick like hell to find the ground

hardrock : do you feel panic when the air shut off?

airdancer : panic and fear set in, even as many times as I done this

Marcia : And the kicking stresses your neck too.

airdancer : you just want to find solid ground

Marcia : Panic? Oh yes, panic!

airdancer : the pain in the neck grows as you kick and you feel pain
when your body is deprived of oxygen, your arms and legs begin to ache,
your head pounds

hardrock : how long does that take?

airdancer : and your ears ring

Marcia : Not very long, in my case.

airdancer : at about 20 sec the pain in your limbs is real intense and
you start to feel very tired. all you want to do is fight the rope and
find some solid ground but you slowly start to dim out

Marcia : Only for a little while, does muscle clenching help.

airdancer : you reach a point where you cannot get air at all then you
really ache all over

airdancer : I always fill my bladder before hanging so I lose control
and piss while in the air

hardrock : damn! how do you cum with all that going on??

Marcia : Who has time to cum?

airdancer : you don't really cum until afterwards

hardrock : well, I've seen pics............

Marcia : ?

airdancer : the last thing I usually feel is the piss running down my
legs and then it's blackout time. My bf cuts me down real quick to revive me

airdancer : usually takes about 15 minutes to fully revive and fell
somewhat good.

hardrock : do you have a headache afterwards?

airdancer : yes headache and neckache

Marcia : I think you hang much longer than I do.

airdancer : the longer you do this the better you get at it

hardrock : that takes TRUST!!

fitz : AD how long do you hang?

airdancer : sometime for over a minute, but usually less. when I
blackout it is at the minute mark

hardrock : well, I still like to try it with somebody that I trusted to
know what they are doing

fitz : I did a minute or so a few days ago, but not to blackout

airdancer : but if you ever blacked out you have that wonderful peaceful feeling when you wake up

From a posting to alt.sex.stories, by a "swinging" couple (in a
different sense of the word!):

I'm different from most of the women I've met in the hanging scene. The
vast majority of these are either submissives or masochists who were
introduced to erotic hanging after they had been in their scene for some
time, by a lover or master. For the longest time I was the only one I
could find who actually had been turned on by hanging before being
introduced to the SM/BD scene.

I had a fairly normal if slightly repressive childhood. I was blissfully unaware of the entire aspect of sex until it became the one only thing
to talk about in school. Most of it misinformation. I tried masturbation seriously when I turned 13 but either I couldn't reach orgasm or the end
result seemed somehow weak compared to what the rumor mill had said it
would be. ...

At thirteen ... My defining moment came when I was a spy scoping out the enemy's (the boys') headquarters in the poolhouse. [She is caught
sneaking in to steal their plans for a waterballoon attack. To keep her
from escaping they tie her, stand her on a stool, and put a venetian
blind cord around her neck.].

Before I knew it he had fitted the loop over my head and cinched it
around my throat.

"There", he said in triumph. "She can't go anywhere. If she steps off
the stool she'll hang herself. We can leave her alone now."

Jean and Marsha both looked dubious and I tried to sway them with my
pleas and promises to not run away, but the three boys convinced them I
would be all right so off they went.

I yelled and called after them but to no avail. Finally I just took
stock of my situation. My wrists were snugly tied behind me. The stool
was sturdy. The loop of cord had a little play in it but not much. I was
in no danger if I just stood there. My only hope was that one of my team
would find me and release me before they came back.

As if in answer to my prayer, I heard the door push open. It was only
Winter, my cousin's huge friendly white Samoyed. He was obviously
looking for me since we were good friends and he heard me yelling. I
called to him and he came over smiling at me.

Then disaster struck. As was his way, Winter jumped up for a
cuddle...bouncing into me unprepared and knocking the stool and me over!

I dropped a few inches before the loop of cord jerked tight around my
neck sending a shock through my whole body. I found myself hanging by my
neck a good foot off the ground. The cord was thin and bit in deeply
cutting off my breath. Terrified I tried desperately to get my wrists
free but with no results. I began to kick trying to get back on the
stool, only succeeding in kicking it much farther from me and sending
both my shoes flying off. The lack of oxygen quickly made me light
headed and my vision started turning red. I realized later that I
succumbed so quickly because the thinness of the cord had allowed it to
bite down deeper and quicker and close off my breathing and circulation.

To my amazement I felt a surge beginning in my groin as my lungs seemed
to burst in agony. My last experience was a thundering orgasm and
then... blackness.

I awoke in the emergency room with a very sore throat, splitting
headache, bloody wrists and a nasty rope burn on my neck. Apparently it
was Winter who saved me. His barking and howling brought one of the
neighbors who found me bound and hanging and cut me down. The doctor
estimated that I couldn't have been hanging more than a few minutes
since I hadn't lost bowel and bladder control.

My cousins were all in terrible trouble but I stayed overnight in the
hospital. Late that night I thought again of the sensation of being
bound and helpless hanging there and the remarkable orgasm that I knew I
would have to experience again. I was hooked!

I experimented with soft materials such as scarves and nylon stockings
but all of them would leave a mark and I was terrified of actually
hanging again. I tried choking myself but that just didn't work. There
was something about hanging the re bound and helpless, slowly strangling
at the end of a rope that was inexplicable.

I found a pair of play cufflinks in a toy store and hatched a plan. They
would give just enough sensation of being bound but still allow me to
get loose. I decided to try a "safe" hanging.

I waited for my Mom to go shopping while Dad was at work. I took off my
clothes and put on my pleated skirt and best rayon blouse. I didn't
bother with underwear. Just the feeling of not wearing panties under my
skirt made me tingle. I got a pair of my mothers good seamed nylons in a
dark brown directly out of the box and put them on. They were a little
large and wouldn't stay up, but they felt wonderful on my legs and the
feel of the nylon rubbing back and forth made me feel sexy. Since all my
mother wore were panty girdles which looked yucky, I used a couple of
rubber bands as garters.

Next I got a hand towel from the bathroom and my mother's longest silk
scarf.

I took all these down to the basement where we had a bunch of exposed pipes

on the ceiling. I got a milk cartoon and turned it upside down below the thickest pipe. I carefully wrapped the towel around my neck holding it
in place by tying the scarf around my neck behind my right ear. I pulled
the scarf over the pipe until it felt snug around my neck and tied it
off. Next I took the handcuffs and snapped them on one wrist. They had a plastic key but there was also a button you could push to release them.
I snapped them on the other wrist behind me.

Now I stood there and began to feel the excitement grow. I was bound and
noosed and about to be hanged. I felt the glow in my groin and became
ever more excited.

I moved to the end of the box and experimentally tried to reach the
floor. I got less than halfway before the scarf tightened to the point
that it pushed my head over on the side. The feeling of it cutting off
my circulation and breath was enough to start the wonderful glow
coursing through me body. I experimented a half dozen times more feeling
more and more sexy closer and closer to orgasm.

I knew I wanted to step off the box, have my orgasm and step back on but
I had to be careful not to kick the box away.

With infinite care I stepped off with my right foot...then my left. I
was hanging! All the sensations I longed for were there. The
helplessness of being bound. The feeling of the noose cutting off my air
and the pounding of my pulse in my ears as my circulation was impaired.
But more than that, the building orgasm threatening to tear me apart. I
waited and waited, willing myself not to kick and push the box away,
waiting for the orgasm to crest. Finally, unfulfilled I stepped back up.
My head was pounding and my breath hoarse. I felt like my head was a
giant balloon, but I had come so close.

I stood there a few more minutes until I felt close to normal and tried
it again. This time I stayed on the noose longer and almost came, but
the graying of my vision and my aching lungs forced me to step back up.

Again I waited and fretted. Even with the towel I was sure I would end
up with rope burns again. But I was so close I had to try one more time.
I took a deep breath and stepped off for the third time.

This time it felt like I was almost floating, weightless. I could still
feel the discomfort from the noose, my lungs aching for air, the
pounding in my ears, but as I hanged there I knew it would happen. And
this time it did! I was filled with an overwhelming, crashing ,
thunderous orgasm, which ebbed delightfully into darkness.

I awoke on the floor. I had passed out and hanged there until the scarf
had frayed and finally parted, sending me crashing into a pile of
cardboard boxes filled with old linens. These had luckfully cushioned my
fall. My head was aching and my throat was sore, but my entire body was tingling. I released my wrists from the handcuffs and found that I had
cum so hard that the front of my skirt was soaked. It was so wet I
thought at first that I had peed yself.

As my daze wore off I realized just how fortunate I was. If the scarf
had not parted I would have strangled to death. I could just imagine my
mother finding my hanging body wearing her good nylons, handcuffed and
dangling by her scarf from that pipe.

Responses to the above posting:

I have to say something here and partly from a bit of excitement. In the
first report (or the first part of the report) I have experienced and completely agree with the girl. I had seen a movie called the Linguini
Incident and got the idea of play hanging from the foot of my bed. I
thought it would be a heck of a neat trick to be able to do. Especially
for Halloween parties or something. I guess I just somehow knew to use a
large rope because I figured that a thin one would be more painful,
although I admit I've never tried a thin one. Anyway, I put the noose
around my neck and tightened it. Then I tied it to the hook. Looking
back, I see that by doing it this way I didn't allow for any extra rope.
I remember I then started to step off the bed one foot at a time. Now
one foot on the bed and one foot off was no problem. So after allowing
one foot to dangle for awhile, I finally let the other slide off too.
The first was one brief swing then back up on the bed. I kept doing this
over a few times until some of the fear was gone. Then I decided to see
how long I could actually hang. The girl in the report is exactly right
when she said the knot tightens quickly. I do remember that quite well
because I kept wanting to loosen it again each time I was standing on
the bed, but it never did any good. It kept tightening real quick like.
So I took a deep breath and gently stepped off the bed again. I knew I
was swinging because I could see my shadow on my white closet doors
across from me. The knot had tightened almost under my right chin but
not all the way because I could still see in front of me. I had started
with putting the knot behind my head but it instantly tightened almost
to the right side. I remember stretching my feet to see if I could touch
the floor but I couldn't If someone were to take my precious bed away,
I'm like hung real good and I wouldn't be telling you this now. I wasn't keeping time but I'm sure I hung for at least eight to ten seconds.

Now physically, I experienced everything the girl reported above but let
me say that the first and worst pain is in the neck. It felt like it was
on fire. Even though I used a thick rope. It's like unbearable and darn
it, if it wasn't for that, I could have hung there longer without
passing out. I don't recall pounding in the chest but I did have it in
the head. I remember my ears closing off and my vision fading but I was
fully conscious. Now I can also add that my lips felt like they were
going to fall off my face and I had what felt like thousands of needles
jabbing me in my cheeks and in the top of my head. So I can say that it
was really awful but I so much remember getting another glance at my
shadow and it looked really neat. It's actually the thing I remember
best. You guys would have liked it too. My head was bent over to my left shoulder and stuff. I guess I should mention that my hands were not tied
but I never tried to reach up to the rope around my neck. I don't know
what my arms and legs were doing. When I couldn't take it anymore I just stepped back up on the bed. The damn knot also got a number of strands
of my hair too as I loosened it. That hurt as well. So the difference
about all this with me is that I did not do this for sexual purposes or pleasures. That never even crossed my mind at the time and I didn't even
think in those terms. I am now but gee, looking back, if I'd have stayed
hung and for some reason couldn't have gotten down (like if you fellas
sneeked into my room and stole my bed!!), what a waste that would've
been, huh? Left all alone just hanging there like that without any
reason. Not even for suicide. Eeeek!

We've done it by having the victim step off a chair with a rope which
already has your neck stretched so you do not fall, at least not more
than the one or two inches it takes to tighten the rope. Also using a
stiff rope helps. First we tried a soft noose thinking this would hurt
less but soft things tighten too much. Just like was said, first I felt
a terrible pounding in my head and my bosom then my brain kind of
tingles and I was really scared when I found I was helpless. I had my
hands tied behind me and when I found I couldn't breathe it was
terrifying but it is really the greatest rush imaginable.
The erect nipples come before the hanging ever starts. Just thinking
about it will cause nipple erection, if you're not too scared, I guess.
If not that then taking off your clothes, or better yet having them
taken off and having your hands tied. Its not the hanging that does it
its the sexual anticipation.




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Necktie10-Aug-2011 10:28
Sexual anticipation of being hanged! YES! The actual hanging/partial
hanging is a turn on also!

Limone8-Oct-2011 09:27
It is an extremaly interesting and informative blog. I share the same
interest, submitted a couple of stories focused on judicial execution,
and practised AEA as well.
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