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There's Going to be a Hanging Tonight
By Rebecca Carnforth Taylor
This is my fantasy.
I haven't tried it, but I would like to? someday.
Not far from where I used to live, there is a lovely old manor house.
It sits at the foot of a wooded hill, with a huge green spread around
it. I used to enjoy watching cricket being played on the green in the
summers. To the left of the manor house is a small chapel. In my
fantasy, this would take place during the summer, in this environment
and last all day.
I have planned this whole day in detail, and the cast of characters
have been fully briefed on what is expected. Most of the "cast" are
well known to me and share some of my fantasy, and all are willing
participants.
I am to be married today, in the chapel of my father's house, to the
man that my Father has chosen for me. I have not met my betrothed and I
know nothing about him. I am sitting in a bedroom, waiting for my
"ladies maid", Sarah Jane, (a good TG friend of mine) to come and help
me dress for the nuptials.
I have my gown hanging up, and am surrounded by the trappings of
femininity. My lady's maid comes into my room, and we start to get
ready.
First I lie on the bed as Sarah Jane lubricates my anus and inserts a
remote controlled vibrating butt plug into my rectum. Sarah Jane then
opens a condom and rolls it onto my erect penis.
I look at her shyly, she just giggles and whispers, "All part of the
service Rebecca."
I put on my cache sex, I struggle to pull my penis behind me, but
eventually manage to create the feminine illusion, and to further
accentuate the illusion, I attach my forms. Sarah Jane gives a low
whistle as I turn to her and she tells me that I am beginning to look
hot.
She helps me into the corset, it has been specially designed to allow
suspension by a number of points, but we are concentrating on
suspension by the neck today. It has been based upon highworkers fall
protection gear stitched into a corset, it has leg loops, full body
harness, shoulder harness and a high neck line that has 8 hooks for a
noose to fit under. It has been designed to take my weight on the
hooks. We chat for a while about the suspension, and Simeon tells me
what to expect when he attaches the noose to the corset during my
preparation for execution later.
I am helped into this corset, all the necessary adjustments made and
the designer is called to check. He approves, and my wrists are laced
to a lacing bar. My ladies maid laces me tight into the corset. She
closes all the clips and checks that all the connections of the fall
gear are tight, and that there is absolutely no movement up or down my
body. She rolls pearl white sheer silk stockings up my legs and
attaches them to the suspenders on the corset. Then she pulls the Ivory
silk French knickers up into place. Then she attaches thigh cuffs to
the points on the corset, and buckles the soft leather around each
thigh. She connects a 12 inch long chain between the cuffs. She says
that it will ensure the proper dignified halting walk of a feminine
bride.
She releases from the lacing bar and I sit at the vanity and do my make
up and attach my long curly auburn red wig. My Ladies Maid makes final
adjustments to my face and hair. I am satisfied with the results. I put
on a pair of 2-inch heel white silk covered court shoes. Sarah Jane
pulls out the petticoat for my gown, and helps me to step into the full
15 layered rustling petticoat. She ties it tightly around my waist, and
then tells me to go and stand in the middle of the room
She then helps me in to my gown. It is absolutely heavenly. It is very
Victorian in style, with a full wide skirt over the petticoat. The
skirt is in heavy satin with lots of detailing, it has a 72 inch train
that can be bustled, it is huge and heavy. Sarah Jane pulls the bodice
up my body, making sure that the strategic holes in the gown are in the
right place for the safety connectors on the corset (I do not actually
want to hang and die). The bodice is pure ivory silk, with long
shoulder of mutton sleeves and a high lace collar (to cover the noose
rings) It has a plunging illusion neck line, with intricate beading on
the illusion netting. My maid then buttons the 75 pearl buttons up my
back, bustles the train and helps me button the 25 pearl buttons up my
wrists and forearms. She checks that the lace collar conceals the
"hanging hooks", and finally attaches my veil.
I have a look in the large mirror at my appearance. I am satisfied, and
can't quite believe this is actually happening. I stand there whilst
Sarah Jane changes into her gown, relishing the feelings that the dress
is causing, whilst I watch my closest friend change into her purple
dupion silk bridesmaid dress. We talk about the day and she asks me why
I want to be hanged dressed as a bride, I have no answer other than, it
is a very erotic fantasy for me. She turns to me and asks me to zip her
up, I do so and then we help to straighten each other up. She tells me
she will go and get the rest of the party for the procession to the
church.
I sit and wait for my" father" to come and walk me to the chapel to be
married.
He finally arrives, and we walk slowly out of the house and along the
cobbled path to the church. There are a few well wishers watching me. I
stumble a few times due to the thigh cuff chain and the cobbles. My
"father" catches me, preventing me from falling each time.
We get to the chapel, we stop at the door and Sarah Jane positions my
veil, straightens out the train of my gown, and makes sure I look my
best. Everything is now very hazy, as my veil is tight mesh with
intricate and elaborate details.
Sarah lifts my veil and gives me a quick kiss on both cheeks and says,
"You look adorable Rebecca, I can't wait..." She smiles as she drops my
blusher back into place.
I hear her say, "Okay, Ready."
Then I hear the heavy oak doors of the chapel swing open, creaking on
the hinges.
I hear the organ start the wedding march, and I feel my "father" pull
my arm. I take slow and halting steps down the aisle, hoping I look
dignified and feminine. I can only make out the figures down at the
altar.
I arrive and my "father" consents to give his "daughter" away. I cannot
make out the face of the "groom" as I haven't lifted my veil.
The priestess goes through the ceremony, but as I reach the vows, and
say, "I do." My voice gives me away.
There is a loud anguished shout, and I lift my veil to see my "husband"
apoplectic with rage. A huge row erupts between him and my "father"
I stand there and then the priestess then suggests that since the bride
has tricked everyone and is not a true bride, but a male impostor and
as such has violated the chapel. Therefore, bride and the Bridesmaid
must be punished. This hangs in the air, all goes quiet, and then the
groom asks in what way. The priestess replies that the bride and the
bridesmaid should be taken out on the green, put into the stocks for
the rest of the day, and then just before sunset, on a hastily
constructed gallows the bride should be hung overnight.
This hangs in the air, and suddenly my "father" and my "groom" both
agree.
I am grabbed from behind, and I hear a squeal from my bridesmaid, we
are propelled up the aisle and out into the sunshine. I hear my maid
being slapped, and then I see the stocks. They are the seated ones that
allow legs, arms and neck to be held. My maid is first to be locked in.
I am made to watch as my "groom" locks her into her stocks. She looks
pleadingly with her eyes at me. I am then forcibly positioned around to
my stocks, and am pushed down on to the wooden bench. I am allowed to
arrange my dress around me, my right leg is placed into the hole, my
"groom holds it" my left leg follows and I feel the wooden top bar fall
into place, and be locked off. My "groom then pushes my head forward
into position, while my "father" grabs my wrists and places them into
the wrist holes. I feel the top bar come down into place. It is very
tight around my neck; I have no movement at all.
I suddenly feel a pulsating in my rectum, and remember the remote
controlled butt plug in my rectum. There is nowhere to go, and I
concentrate on the pleasurable feelings from my rectum. I cannot move
other than a few circular gyrations of my hips. My maid sees this and
smiles a big supporting smile. I can see that she is enjoying her self.
Sarah Jane reminds one of our "captors" to arrange my train so that it
doesn't get too creased. I can hear the rustling of the material, and
then I look up and see someone take numerous photos of us.
Sarah Jane and I start to chat and after about 30 minutes the priestess
comes over, looks at me and tells me not to talk. I smile demurely and
promptly ignore her as she moves away. She comes back about 15 minutes
later with 2 gags, and she shoves one in Sarah Jane's mouth and straps
it round her head, and does the same to me.
We are told to watch the construction of the gallows, on which I will
receive the appointed punishment later.
Every time I look down, all I can see is my dress, and I relish the
femininity that I am feeling. I can feel the summer breeze gently
blowing up my skirt, causing the petticoat to rustle. Tickling my legs.
I can see the edges of my veil blowing in the breeze, and occasionally
a gust blows it over my head and it covers my face restricting my
vision.
Every time this happens my "groom" comes over removes it and saying,
"Watch us build your gallows, you have been condemned."
I watch the men build the gallows, there is no platform or trap door,
but I see a horse and a large cart coming over the green. I assume it
is for me.
Eventually, after about 4 hours in the stocks, with bursts of rectum
pleasure, I look up to see the horse and cart is in place, the heavy
rope noose is secured to the cross beam of the gallows and I look over
at my maid who is still in the stocks, but in deep discussion with my
"groom".
She is released by my "groom", who then comes over to me and stands in
front of me saying, "You deceived me and you deceived your father, you
will pay. Await your execution. It is nearly time." He removes my gag.
I am left alone. I cannot see anyone. I wait my fate.
I sense someone behind me, and then I feel the top bar lifted from my
neck and wrists. I am ordered to sit up. My veil is replaced and I feel
the bar over my ankles lifted. I am helped to stand up, and I feel
someone fussing with the hem at the front of my dress.
I am ordered to turn round, and my veil is lifted. I look at my maid
who is carrying a number of leather articles. She mumbles sorry, and
tells me that she has to prepare me for my execution. I see tears in
her eyes. She asks me to turn round, I do so, and I realise that she is
bustling my train. I feel the increased weight at my waist.
A voice tells her to hurry up, as it will be sunset soon.
She takes my hand and leads me over to the back of the cart. The
priestess (who's "idea" this was) helps me to climb up on the deck of
the cart.
My maid drops all the gear she was carrying, and says to the priestess,
"Here is the condemned for the carrying out of the sentence."
The priestess says in a loud voice, "It is time. We are here to witness
the hanging of this deceiver. This deceiver who violated the sanctity
of the chapel. Let us witness the punishment."
She tells my maid to proceed.
I look around and see a handful of people gathered to witness my
hanging. I feel the familiar pulsating in my rectum, and wish that my
cache sex wasn't so tight, as I am straining to get erect.
I look down to see my bridesmaid, still in her satin bridesmaid gown,
lifting up the front of my dress. I feel her fasten a heavy leather
cuff round my left ankle. I feel the tightness and the stiffness of the
leather around my ankle. She does the same to the right ankle, and I
watch as she pushes the folds of my dress away as she uses a leather
strap to bind my ankles together. She looks up briefly, and yanks on
the strap; the priestess reaches out and steadies me to stop me falling
over as my ankles are locked together. I feel quiet precarious, as
locking my ankles together has shifted my balance, and I can feel the
nervous anticipation welling up.
Sarah Jane then burrows under my full skirt, and I feel her pull my
thighs together just above the knees, I feel her buckle and tighten a
wide leather strap around my thighs. I cannot move my legs at all now.
She reappears and spends a little time fussing with the hem of my
dress. At least she is giving me dignity in execution!
She is now careful to wrap a wide heavy belt with arm cuffs, around my
waist; this is buckled at the front, with the long cuffs positioned on
my back. She makes sure that it is tight. She moves behind me and grabs
my right wrist and guides it into one of the long leather cuffs on the
belt. The cuff extends almost up to my elbow. I can feel the thickness
and strength of the leather as Sarah Jane does the 6 buckles up
tightly. She does the same thing with my left arm. Then I feel her
connecting a strap to the top of the cuffs at elbow level, and I feel
my elbows being pulled together. This has a wonderful effect as it
causes me to push my chest out.
She pulls the strap really slowly, and as she does, my posture changes,
and as I look down all I can see is my cleavage, which seems to be
increasing as the strap is tightening. I am eventually stood on the
cart, totally unable to move a muscle, lest I topple over or collapse
on the floor. The sensations are incredible! My bound wrists and elbows
have caused me to stand in the most elegant Victorian way, and it feels
amazing, I have never ever felt like this before. Sarah Jane stands
back, looks at me, and smiles. She picks up the end of the train of my
dress, and pulls it round to the back, and I feel her bustling the
train, and attaching it to the point on the waist of my dress. As she
is bustling my train, I feel her warm hands brushing my fingers, and
she after she is done, she leans into me and whispers in my ear," you
look absolutely incredible. Can you grip the top of the bustle?" I try,
and find to my delight that I can, the silk lace covered satin feels
wonderful. Sarah Jane reappears in front of me, and kisses me. I assume
that she is now satisfied, and that we can now get on with the hanging.
"Can you move Rebecca?" She asks
"No." I reply,
"Good, I Haven't quite finished, sorry." I am now out my "zone". This
was all I had expected. I look quizzically at her, as this is my
fantasy, and I had planned it all out beforehand. We should be getting
to the end, where I swing from the noose by now!
"Trust Me," she says.
She picks up a box, and pulls out a penis gag. I smile my approval.
"Don't want you to bite your tongue when you jerk down on the rope."
she says.
She offers it to me, and I accept. She pushes it into my mouth and I
feel it at the back of my throat. I nearly gag. It is so much bigger
than the previous gag.
"Good." she says, and tightly buckles it at the back.
It is huge, thick and round. There is absolutely no play. I cannot even
move my tongue; all I can do is to suck on it. The thought strikes me
that most brides would be sucking on a different kind of penis on their
wedding day, and wouldn't spend their wedding night "hanging around" I
make giggling sounds into my gag
"Say something if it's okay."
I nod and grunt loudly.
She looks at the priestess, and says, "The condemned deceiver is ready,
please ask if she wants to be blindfolded."
The priestess looks at me and says, "Do you want a blindfold?"
I nod and grunt again.
I feel my bridesmaid removing my veil, I am cross about this, as I
wanted my veil on, but she whispers, "Trust me, it'll be there."
She comes round to face me, and she is holding a heavy silk and satin
drawstring bag in the same material as my dress.
She holds my chin up, and whispers to me, "Good luck, this is going to
be amazing." She kisses me again.
With those words ringing in my ears, she drops the bag over my head and
pulls the drawstring tight. Everything goes black. I blink to make
sure, but even with my eyes open, I cannot see a thing.
I feel her place my veil over the bag.
Standing there listening, I hear my bridesmaid say, "She is ready to
hang priestess." Then, I hear someone else climb up to the deck.
I know that it is the suspension corset designer, come to fit the noose
and attach the safety line.
I feel him attach the safety line to the point on the corset at the
bottom of my spine. He then starts fiddling around with the opening in
the gown. I feel him place my head through the noose, and I feel him
position it round my neck. I feel him rearranging my hair and making
sure that none of it is trapped under the rope. I can feel the
prickliness of the hemp, it tickles as he adjusts the fit onto the
hooks, and I feel him tighten it slightly. I feel him grab me by my
shoulders and rotate me round into position on the cart. He fiddles for
what seems like ages, making sure the noose is in place and secure. I
stand there, waiting, revelling in the sensations that so many ultra
tight bonds are having. Eventually he stops, and I hear him get off the
cart. My breathing is now quick and shallow, with anticipation. I feel
someone pull the gown up on my shoulders, and then someone quickly
arrange my skirt.
The priestess whispers to me, "Ready?"
I nod and grunt.
"Are you sure?" she asks again.
Again I nod and grunt.
I hear the priestess shout, "Hang the deceiver. Carry out sentence."
I hear the preparation party climb off the cart.
I cannot believe the sensations I am feeling. I can feel the roughness
of the hemp rope around my neck; I am bound incredibly tight, my wrist
and elbows, no room for even minute movement. My ankles are locked
together, and my knees are locked together. I can feel silk and satin
rustling, I can feel my veil floating gently in the breeze, as my
cheeks are caressed by the silk lined hood I am wearing Everything is
black I can not see anything. My penis is straining against the cache
sex. I feel yet another blast of pleasure from the invader in my
rectum. My locked posture is pushing the bullet further up my passage.
I must look incredible. Dressed in full bridal wear, white hood over my
head. Very much alone on the back of a cart before being hanged.
I hear a slap on the horse and I feel the jolt as the cart moves away.
It moves slowly and I feel the rope exerting some pressure at the front
of my neck. I feel the rope go taught, and I can feel myself tilting
slightly backwards, it is not uncomfortable as I had imagined, I then
feel my heels sliding along the deck of the cart. I cannot remember how
far along the cart I was stood, as the preparations for execution have
taken roughly 20 minutes. I try to brace for the fall and sudden jolt,
but I am bound so tight, I cannot.
I slide along the deck of the cart in what feels like slow motion, but
I sense the cart speeding up, and then the moment arrives.
For a microsecond I am weightless, I feel my legs swing under me. Then,
JOLT I feel my full weight hit down as the rope and corset suspends me
from the gallows. As I hit down, I feel the jolt in every bone in my
body, and instinctively I try to kick my legs at the knees to find some
purchase for my feet. Of course there is none, and all I can do is kick
my tightly bound legs downwards from the knees and swing them from my
hips. My arms are trying to get release to try and find a hold of some
sort, but I am so tightly bound there is no chance. As I hit down, I
let out an involuntary grunt, which, because of the method of
suspension and design of the corset, causes a further bit of tightening
of the corset. I feel myself bite down hard on the latex penis gag in
my mouth.
All this takes a moment, and I then relax, I can breathe, I am alive. I
feel myself swinging in a pendulum motion; I feel my skirts caress my
legs with every swing. I am so turned on. My cache sex is so tight and
I can only strain to get erect concentrate on all the sensations, and
then my body convulses as much as it can within its bound state, as I
attain the most shattering orgasm of my life. Just as my little anal
friend fires into life. I swing, grunting into my gag and hood,
orgasming from so many pleasurable sensations coursing through my body.
I can not quite believe that I have had an orgasm with out an erection.
Maybe, I think, I have achieved a female orgasm.
I hear someone approach; I assume it is my bridesmaid, as I can hear
the rustling of her skirts,
She says, "Grunt if you're okay." I grunt a number of times.
"Good." she says, and I hear her leave.
I am really enjoying the sensation of being hung. I hear the priestess
say, "The body shall remain hanging overnight, no one is to approach."
This makes me cum again.
Eventually my swinging motion stops, and I begin to spin gently in the
breeze. I try to induce swing or motion, but my bridesmaid did such a
good of my preparation, my movement has no effect.
I have no idea how long I hang, but the priestess comes out to check if
I am still alive. "Grunt if you are okay and want to continue." she
says.
I grunt. I am happy hanging. I feel secure; the corset has done a
wonderful job and I am impressed. It is nice not to have any weight on
my feet. I can feel the full weight of the gown on my shoulders, and
didn't quite realise just how heavy the gown was.
The night is cool, but all the layers of feminine finery keep me warm.
I spend a long time flexing my muscles slowly, revelling in the
sensations of being so tightly bound. I am very glad that I am tightly
bound, and that the corset has done its job. I am aware that every hour
someone comes out to check on me, I am always asked to grunt if I'm
okay, and am always rewarded with a good few minutes of pleasure from
my remote controlled plug. By morning, I can feel the sun rise and I am
still comfortable in the position I am in. My bonds are still tight,
and I am still hanging, gently rotating and swinging slightly in the
breeze. I feel warmth from the sun, and I can here the sounds of an
English country morning. I think to myself that life is good, and it is
great to be executed and survive. As I am thinking this, the pleasure
in my rectum increases and again I imagine what I look like, dressed in
full bridal wear hanging from a gallows. This thought, combined with
the long night of intense sensations and the pleasures from my plug
cause me to have yet another orgasm, and I hang grunting loudly into my
gag.
I hear my bridesmaid and the priestess come out. My bridesmaid hears my
grunts and she says, "Rebecca, are you okay?"
I grunt more in reply, as my orgasm intensifies as I realise that I am
being watched.
"Do you want us to go?" she asks.
I grunt, no, but am misunderstood. My plug vibrates even harder as I
hear the ladies walk off. I hang some more, and I am now starting to
ache.
Eventually, I hear the carthorse come over, and after a while I feel a
strong pair of hands push my feet up onto the cart.
It feels good to put weight on my feet. I feel my noose being removed
and pulled off my head. I feel the veil being removed, and then my hood
being loosened. "Shut your eyes, its bright." I am warned.
I close my eyes tight, and the hood is removed, and I gingerly open my
eyes. I stand there, still bound and gagged, and look at my bridesmaid,
who is still dressed as a woman, but in a skirt and jumper.
"Look at you." she says. "That was amazing!" she gushes.
She reaches behind me and unbuckles my gag and she pulls it slowly out
of my mouth. My jaw aches, and I can now feel loads of aches and pains
as my muscle now bear my weight.
I look at her and say thank you. I start to babble, I am so excited and
want to tell her in detail what it felt like. I ask what time it is and
am told that it is 10.30 AM the following day.
"We didn't want to disturb you, you looked and sounded so contented
when we came out at 8. You looked so sexy, we couldn't."
She unbuckles me from all my bonds and helps me down from the cart. We
walk hand in hand to the house. We get in the door and she looks at me
and says, "I can't believe it. Oh my god Rebecca, I was so horny last
night, watching you get executed. It was amazing."
I smile at her, I am incredibly sore now, and want to get into some
comfier clothes. I am helped upstairs where she helps me out of the
gown, and she helps me out of take off the corset. I eat and drink
slowly, my first meal in about 48 hours. I lay on the bed with Sarah
Jane to watch the video of the execution, and am able to have a male
orgasm whilst remembering everything that happened to me yesterday.
End
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