This is my fantasy, it's somewhat scarce on detail, but I could fill those out later.
I haven't tried it, I would like to … Someday

 

There's Going to be a Hanging Tonight

by Rebecca Carnforth Taylor

 

Not far from where I used to live, there is a lovely old manor house, it is at the foot of a wooded hill, with a huge green, and yes cricket is played on the green in the summer. To the left of the manor house is a small chapel. My fantasy takes place in summer, at this setting and takes a whole 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 my ladies maid, (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 ladies maid comes into my room, and I start to get ready. I lie on the bed, and my ring is lubricated and a remote controlled vibrating butt plug is inserted into my rectum. I put on my cache sex and attach my forms

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.

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. Next 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 2. Then she pulls up the silk French knickers up into place.

I am released from the lacing bar. 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.

I am then helped in to my gown. My maid 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). She then buttons the 100 pearl buttons up my back, bustles the train and helps me button the 25 pearl buttons up my wrist 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 sit and wait for my" father" to come and walk me to the chapel to marry.

He appears, 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 my fall each time.

We gat to the chapel and I am met by my ladies maid, who has changed into a more appropriate dress. She helps me position my veil. Everything is now very hazy, as my veil is tight mesh with intricate and elaborate details.

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. 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, 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, is not a true bride but a male impostor and as such has violated the chapel, the bride and the Bridesmaid must be punished. This hangs in the air, all goes quiet, 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 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 locked off. My "groom then pushes my head forward into position, while my "father" grabs my wrists and places them in to 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.

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 says watch us build your gallows, you have been condemned

I watch the men build the gallows (I have no ideas here) 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 the comes over to me and he stands in front of me and says "You deceived me, deceived you father and you will pay. Await your execution. It is nearly time"

I am left alone. I can not 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 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.

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 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 sentence".

She says proceed to my maid.

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, fasten a heavy leather cuff to my left ankle. I watch her do the same to the right ankle, and I feel her pulling my ankles together. I feel the tightness as my ankles are bound tightly together. She 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. She is giving me dignity in execution!

She is now careful to wrap a wide heavy belt around my waist; this is buckled at the front. She grabs my right wrist and guides it round to my back, where she tightly buckles it into a long leather cuff, extending almost upto my elbow. It is repeated with my left wrist. Then I feel her connecting a strap to the top of the cuffs at elbow level, and I feel my elbows being pulled together. She finishes and is satisfied.

"Can you move Rebecca?" She asks

"No" I reply, the first time I have spoken all day

"Good I Haven't quite finished, sorry" I am now out my "zone" This was all I expected, I look quizzically at her, as this is my fantasy, and I have planned it. We should be getting to the end, where I swing from the noose!

"Trust Me," she says

She picks up a box, and pulls out a penis gag. I smile my approval

"Don't want you to chew 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

"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.

"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 black bag.

She holds my chin up, and whispers to me " good luck, this is going to be amazing"

\With those words ringing in my ears she drops the bag over my head and pulls the drawstring tight. It goes black. I blink to make sure, but with my eyes open I cannot see a thing.

I feel her replace my veil.

I stand there listening, I hear my bridesmaid say, " she is ready to hang priestess" and I hear her as she climbs off the cart. 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, I feel him fiddling through the opening in the gown. I can feel him then place my head through the noose, and I feel him position it round my neck. He rotates me round into position on the cart. He fiddles for what seems like ages, making sure the noose is in place and secure. Eventually he stops, and I hear him get off the cart.

My breathing is now quick and shallow, with anticipation.

The priestess whispers to me " Ready" I nod and grunt, "Are you sure" she asks again. Again I nod and grunt.

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 pushing the bullet further up my passage.

I hear the priestess shout, "Hang the deceiver. Carry out sentence" I hear her climb off the cart.

I must look incredible. Dressed in full bridal wear black, hood over my head alone on the back of a cart before being hung.

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 imagined, I then feel my heel 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 micro second I am weightless, I feel my legs swing under me, and then JOLT I feel my full weight hit down as the rope and corset suspend me in 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 thing. I am so turned on; The Cache sex has finally relented, allowing me to achieve an erection. I 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 with so many pleasurable sensations coursing through my body.

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 the hear the priestess say, "The body shall remain hanging overnight, no one is to approach"

This makes me cum again. (Thank god for the condom I think)

Eventually my swinging motion stops, and I assume the classical hung posture of neck slightly forward.

I begin to spin gently in the breeze. I try to induce swing or motion, but my bridesmaid did such a good of the preparation, my movement has no effect.

I have no idea how long I hang, but the priestess comes out to check 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 drift off to sleep in this contented state.

I have no idea of how long I slept, but I wake up to the pleasures of my plug again, and I am become aware that all though I am sore, I am still comfortable in the position I am in. My bounds 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 I am imagining what I look like, dressed in full bridal wear hanging from a gallows. This thought, 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 more, as I hear the ladies walk off.

I hang some more, and I am now aching.

Eventually I hear the carthorse come over, and after a while I feel a strong pair of hands push my feet up on to 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, it's bright" I am warned

I do so, and the hood is removed, and I gingerly open my eyes. I stand 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, you." 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 10.30am 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 you were asleep, Oh my god Rebecca, that was so horny last night, watching you be 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 to de gown , and she helps me out of my corset. I take a bath, to clean up my mess from the event. I eat and drink slowly, my first meal for about 48 hours.

I lay on the bed, when my friend, the maid comes in and asks me if I want to watch the video that was taken

 

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