Alan drove slowly around the old industrial building, desperate to know what was inside. His palms were moist and he was aware of how hard his heart was beating. He parked and walked slowly around the corner, towards the red door, dragging his hand against the coarse brick. He rang the bell, looked up into the security camera and introduced himself. He was buzzed in. The heavy door shut slowly with a solid thud. He had dreamed about this moment for a long time. He was about to meet the woman who calls herself "the Hangwoman."
It took his eyes a few moments to adjust from the bright sunshine outside to the relative darkness of the room he was in. Mistress Elektra was standing there, tall and glorious in her leather attire. Alan first noticed her figure; full womanly hips and a narrow waist. Her full breasts were almost spilling out, as though tempting him to touch them. He wouldn't dare, of course. He knew he shouldn't even look. She walked towards him on thigh high boots, the stiletto heels tapping on the floor. She looked like a goddess to Alan.
"Congratulations, you made it here". Her voice was smooth, strong and confident.
"Thank you, Mistress. I really appreciate your willingness to see me."
"Put the tribute in this bowl."
"Take off your clothes, everything. Fold them neatly and put them on the floor."
"Sit on that chair."
Alan saw a sturdy armchair with many straps attached to it. He quickly complied; her voice expected obedience.
"Fasten the straps around your thighs. Good. Now buckle the strap across your chest."
Ms. Elektra went behind the chair and secured Alan's upper arms to the chair. As she did this she leaned over, brushing her breast against Alan's smoothly shaved cheek. Her long black hair cascaded over his chest. She permitted Alan to touch his cheek to her breast. He savored the softness as he breathed in her perfume. She strapped down his forearms and then moved in front of him to secure his ankles. Alan's penis got harder with every strap that was fastened. As she fastened his ankles she bent low, giving him a view of her breasts almost to her nipples. He tried to lean towards her but was held firmly by the straps.
Ms. Elektra sat directly in front of Alan, with a crop on her lap.
"Now we can talk. Tell me why you're here Alan. Look me right in my eyes, don't look away. Take all the time you want; I want to understand you. I'm recording this on video."
Ms. Elektra
knew
why he was there. She required all her potential clients to write what they wanted to do, in detail, but she wanted him to tell her to her face. She knew that would be more meaningful for him. When Alan started to talk he looked down. Ms. Elektra lifted his chin with the crop.
"Look at me." She ordered.
"I started hanging and strangling myself when I was a kid. I had a lot of close calls. I don't know how I survived; just dumb luck, I guess. I remember the first time I saw a hanging scene in a movie. 'Witches' were being hung and I just stared at them hanging there with their feet twitching, struggling to touch the ground. I imagined that it was me up there, hanging. It was so exciting. I couldn't wait to try it on myself.
Alan looked at Mistress Elektra with a question on his face. Should he continue?
"You're doing very well. Please go on."
Mistress Elektra listened attentively, sometimes asking questions but not interrupting Alan's narrative.
"I like to imagine that a beautiful woman is doing this to me. My elegant, sensuous dream lady loves to get me hot sexually. She also loves to exert her power over me by whipping and hanging me. I just love the way my dream lady blends sex and power and hanging. I don't want to really die and my dream lady manages to keep me alive even though she hangs me."
"How does she hang you?"
"The way I dream it she firmly but lovingly ties my hands behind me and then, maybe, caresses my cock and balls. Then, sometimes, she takes me over her lap and spanks me, letting her hand wander down between my ass cheeks. She doesn't do these things to me mechanically and for sure not in a 'mean' way. The spanking over, she leads me to her gallows. When I am in position she ties my knees together. She places her noose around my neck and adjusts it so it won't crush my Adam's apple. After all, she doesn't want to hurt me! Then she takes up the slack in the rope. I have to stand on my tip toes. She ties off the rope so she has both hands free and lovingly strokes my face, my chest, my cock. She says how much she loves me and gives an extra tug on the rope. I can't move an inch. I can only receive her loving, harsh attention, totally in her power."
"Is that where it ends, in your fantasy?"
"No, when she gets tired of this she unties the end of the rope and slowly pulls. I gasp as my air is cut off and the blood to my brain is constricted. She lets me struggle until I black out and then she lowers me down. I lay there, still bound, my mind spinning and buzzing. She lies next to me kissing and caressing me and telling me how much she loves me and what a good man I am.
"Sometimes I imagine that she totally suspends me in the noose. I fantasize about the intense experience that must be, what the pain of the rope must be like. It scares me but, I got to say, I'm drawn to it too.
"Ms. Elektra, you're the first person, the only person, I've ever told any of this to. I've been ashamed of this my whole life. I've been so afraid of what people would think of me."
He let out a deep sigh and cried softly, not from sadness but from the emotional release he was experiencing.
Ms. Elektra kissed Alan gently on his forehead. Then placing her hands on his neck she kissed him on both cheeks, pausing to lick the salt from his tears. She squeezed his neck, just a little. Alan relaxed to her gentle touch.
"Thank you for sharing your story. I'm not judging you, I understand you. You know, I have your life in my hands. I could kill you now, if I wanted."
Alan's penis hardened. Was it from her gentle kisses, her sudden harsh words or the straps that bound him? Or all three? He didn't know.
He didn't see it coming when she whipped him across his thighs with her crop, three times, next to the straps. The sudden pain shocked him.
Alan's mind was in a whirl of intensity. He was whipsawed by the emotions he had opened up by talking about his dream lady, the intense physical feelings of the gentle caresses and now the sudden, harsh whipping. All this was while he was bound to the chair, unable to move.
"Your 'dream lady' isn't here
. I
control your pain and pleasure
. I
decide what you get, how much, and when."
Alan slumped in the chair, held up by the straps. He understood. She was absolutely in charge.
Ms. Elektra fastened cuffs to his wrists and then unbuckled all the straps, except for those on his ankles. She stood him up, holding him with one hand to steady him and clipped his hands behind his back. Only then did she release his ankles.
"Now you'll get to see my facility."
She opened another door and led him into a BDSM fairyland. There were bondage chairs, replete with all the straps that could ever be needed. There was suspension equipment, with chains and collars hanging, ready to be used. Whips and paddles were neatly organized on the walls. Finely crafted leather harnesses gleamed. Alan had never been in such a beautiful facility and wanted to run his hands over the equipment but his hands were locked. He imagined how the whips and paddles would feel against his flesh, imagined being bound in the harnesses, imagined the collars locked around his neck with the chains holding him in place.
