Stepping Down

(hanging, consensual)

Mary moaned loudly under John's tongue.
She wanted to grab his head, bury it even deeper between her legs, but the rope around her wrists wouldn't let go. So instead she just spread her legs as wide as she could, letting him drink her fluids and his own.
John kept working his mouth with application, eyes closed. He could hardly see more with his head locked than she could with her blindfold. So instead he enjoyed feeling and hearing how she reacted to his touch, expertly bringing her closer and closer to...
- AAAAAH! JOOOHN!
Mary shook violently as raw pleasure invaded her body again. This time, John pulled his head back, leaving his hand in its place, to admire her. Her perfect silhouette, her breasts the perfect size for him to cup and fondle, everything in her aroused him, and he felt his erection slowly coming back. By the time she had caught her breath, he was ready for round three.

- Oh John... that... was wonderful.
- Thanks, love. Come on, I'll help you up. Careful though, it's a chair, not the floor.
Still bound, Mary felt his hands hold her steady as she stepped on the smooth surface of the chair.
- ...Wait, that's a kitchen chair. Why is it here?
- I wanted to know if you'd notice, just from your feet's touch. Let me walk you a bit ahead.
- Uhm, OK... ah, now that's a dining room chair. With the cushion on.
- Yeah, I re-strapped it to make sure it wouldn't slip. Careful, the next one is smaller.
- Uh, that's the bathroom stool. Please keep holding me, I'm not sure I-- WHAT THE FUCK?
John had passed something around her head, now squeezing her neck. There was no mistake, it was a noose.

- I won't really hang you, don't worry, John immediately said as he pulled her blindfold off. He stared into her eyes as he laid his left hand all over her body, his right still holding the noose above her. I just wanted you to feel it. The peril... gasping for breath atop this precarious platform... can you feel how arousing it is?
Mary was breathing too heavily under his hand to answer, so she simply nodded. Even that may have been superfluous, for her nipples were now as hard as diamonds.
John suddenly ceased his ministrations and spoke once he had her undivided attention again.
- Can I tie this off? I won’t hoist you up, just keep it at... this height. Just trust me, I promise I'll unbind your and let you down, (wink) unless you don't want me to. It will let me use both my hands for you...
Mary looked into his eyes. His serious face made it clear he wanted a clear answer this time. Mary shuddered, but steeled herself and rose on her toes to speak:
- Yes. I trust you, John.
- Perfect. I love you.
As John stepped down, Mary took notice of her surroundings. She was standing on the bathroom stool as she had guessed, and John had pulled one of the kitchen chairs in front of her, on which he stood when he was kissing and rubbing her.
- Lay your feet flat on the ground, well, the stool, again. Here it goes. Juuuust the right height to hamper your breath a bit, and you can breathe clearly on tiptoes. Good, I'm all yours now.

Once again she was feeling him all over her skin. Hands, lips and tongue... She closed her eyes, trying to ignore all other senses than touch. Well, that and taste, whenever his lips went from her nipple to her mouth. She didn't try to hold her moans as his right hand expertly rubbed her crotch, but her instinct fought the urge to lift one of her legs so she could spread them more.
- Oh god, I can't wait any longer! Hold me! I mean, lift my butt with your hands -aah!- Let me wrap my legs around you! ...Hah... And fuck me in the air!
- Oh I'd love to, so help me god I want to so much, but I want to save my boner for the next part. It's not like I can reload in thirty seconds. Until then... you'll have to make do with my nimble fingers.
Putting his words into action immediately, John slid two of them in his willing captive's vagina. The next second he smothered her moan with a kiss.
Slowly but steadily, Mary's arousal was climbing. Still feeling the rope's embrace, she completely abandoned herself to her lover's expert hands. She had spent all this time teaching him how to please her, and his skill was bring her closer and closer to climax.
Her knees gave way as she came, but John held her in a tight embrace to save her from the noose. He kept holding her until she could catch her breath and stand by herself.
- That... That was...
John answered with a kiss. A tender one, far from the hungry kisses that preceded it. Mary responded in kind, forgetting the world again until John broke the kiss.

- I love seeing you like this. You're so cute when you're helpless.
- And I have to admit I liked being helpless in your arms. And, uhm... So, what was the next part for which you've been saving that boner? Does it involve me staying here, or will you let me go now?
- I'll explain first. Without further action on your part, I'll unbind you in a minute after I'm done talking.
John stepped down and pulled the chair back, before grabbing a kitchen timer and sitting down.
- The thing is... I'd really love you to do it for real. I'd love to see you step off this stool, and choke to death for me, writhing in agony for my arousal. It would make me hard enough to break rock. And when you're done dancing, I'd get a tremendous pleasure fucking your body in its death throes. It will be pure ecstasy for me. And after your death, maybe I could eat you? I already love the taste of your pussy, I bet the rest would be delicious because it would be your flesh. I would enjoy all of this beyond anything, if you would just choose to die for my sick pleasure.
- ...That's why you insisted I use the restroom before tying me up, isn't it?
- Indeed. Can't let anything stain this picture of perfection, now can I?
A loud beep signaled John had started the timer.
- I'll untie you and remove the noose when it beeps, if you're still standing there.
- And... And if I'm no longer on the stool?
- Then I'll just sit back and enjoy the show.
So that was it, thought Mary. His darkest, secret desire. A lover ready to die for him, not just risking her life to save his, but actually throwing it away for his personal entertainment. Would she be that one?

She realized, too late, that her loins had taken the decision for her. She had enjoyed feeling John's hands on her skin and the rope around her neck, and now part of her wanted more. Alone this would have done little to sway her, but paired with the thought that her lover would enjoy every second of it, the temptation was overwhelming. Mary knew she would not survive this night. She did not have the strength of will to resist the rope's appeal for a full minute. So she surrendered to it.
The timer had barely hit the thirty second mark when Mary took a deep breath, steeling herself, and folded her knees.
She carefully let the rope embrace her neck, putting more and more of her weight onto it, until she could lift her feet completely off the stool. She locked eyes with John as the kicked the stool behind her, sealing her fate. Then she looked at his straining erection, until the panic hit her and she started dancing for good.

John held his own breath as he watched her desperately try to take in some fresh air. He watched in awe the delicious movement of her legs, and the erratic writhing of her torso as her chest bounced in rythm with her attempts to breathe. Mary had closed her eyes again, in this expression he had seen so often while making love, where she tried to open her eyes so he could lose himself in them, but her eyelids always seemed stuck from the pleasure all over her body.
This time, the pleasure was intertwined with pain like the threads of her rope. Not that it lessened it, however. It only made it stand out more, like a volcanic island of ecstasy in an ocean of agony. Further driving her mad, she could feel John's awed gaze like a tropical sun on her skin as she moved her legs with all the grace of a swimmer, desperate for land. As her chest heaved in search of a wind that would never come, Mary could feel the storm brewing in her loins.
John was transfixed. He dared not blink, for fear of missing one instant of this unique spectacle. He sat on his hands, for fear than even brushing against his dick would tip him over the edge. All he could do was watch, her toes wiggling and feeling for ground, her outstretched tongue he had felt in her kisses and more, her flushed face betraying her imminent climax...

Then it erupted. For a tiny, delicious moment, all the pain had been drained as her whole body was flooded with soaring pleasure. The sensations came in waves, each stronger than the last, as she rode an orgasm unlike any other. Her entire body arched, her flat belly and inviting crotch forward, her legs curved back from hip to toe, her head tilted back in a voiceless scream of her love.
And as suddenly as it had parted, the ocean flooded back on her. Drowning in pain, yet still in the haze of the afterglow, Mary's dance got a second wind. A more frantic, uncoordinated one, announcing her end was close. She was tiring fast, burning through the little stamina she had left, and soon she dangled in front of John, merely twitching.

This was the moment he had been waiting for. John dragged his chair in front of her and promptly stood eye to eye before her. Lifting one of her eyelids, he saw her iris shrink, but nothing close to the spark of life. Her body jerked as he entered her with a renewed passion. She had done this for him, she was his to take entirely. Kissing her, grabbing her butt in one hand and her breast in the other, he started moving. Not ten seconds later came his own orgasm; screaming Mary's name, her held her against him tight enough to stop her from breathing, had she still needed it. He stayed in that position for two full minutes, tears filling his eyes, before letting go. Placing his hand on her heart, he found it silent.
Still, that was no reason for overconfidence. To make sure she would not somehow wake up with heavy brain damage when he weren't looking, John tied another piece of rope around Mary's neck before lowering the noose. Taking it off, he kissed the neck where the noose had marked it forever.
Then he slid one arm under her shoulders, another under her knees, and carried her to the bedroom. The next morning he would wake up hugging his beloved Mary like all previous dawns, just one last time before disposing of her... or joining her.