[continued from previous message]

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.




Attempted suicides by hanging
Posted: 7-Aug-2011 - 0 comment(s) [ Comment ] - 0 trackback(s) [ Trackback ]
From a newsgroup devoted to suicide (names deleted):

(male) (1/31/98)

About 20 years ago, I tried to do a swingcide. I got scared so bad that
I've never thought about offing myself ever since. [First two attempts,
ending with broken ropes, deleted]

....

The third attempt, I tied the rope to a tree in the back yard. I kicked
the stool out from under me, and I felt myself drop, and then I saw
millions of stars, and I

heard this loud "Ghaaack!" and everything went black. I could feel
myself swinging. .... In the background, I could hear a human voice
going, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" I felt myself drop again, I
hit heavily on the ground on my side, and then all the light came
swimming back in. My next door neighbor was standing over me with a
machete. He had cut the rope. ... I wrenched my neck pretty badly, it
took several weeks for the burn marks to go away. I shitted and pissed
myself while I was hanging there.

(male) 8-9-2001

Well, if anyone here is maintaining "dif's list of complete failures"
please add "suicide" to that list. I've messed around with suspension
hanging a bit to test it, but this was the second time that I seriously
tried to die with it. I don't know where the hell this "unconciousness
in 3 seconds" comes from, I went for 45-60 seconds with much more than
the 12 lbs or whatever it required to compress the carotid artery. After
10-12 seconds I would feel a bit faint, but then nothing (until about 40 seconds, when my neck starts to hurt like hell).

(female) 10/9/98

I personally like the idea of a slow hanging, except for the pain to the
neck mucsles. (I know, I'm weird, but for me it's a sexual turn on. <G>)
If you arrange the rope length so that you are hung, yet still have most
of your weight supported by your legs, you can successfully die and, if
you self stimulate, can have a hell of an orgasm on the way out with
very little neck pain.

(male) 2/14/98

I put the rope around my neck and pulled on it has hard as I could to
see what it would feel like and after about 20 seconds my head felt like
it was gonna explode. After I let the rope go loose my whole body felt
really strange.

(female, 19 yr old) 2-24-2002

I've read several posts in this ng about hanging oneself. Here's why I
won't try hanging myself again. I've tried to do it three times.

All three times have some things in common. I made a rope (the
oldfashioned way, like you can see in cowboy movies, from very thick and
sturdy cord) and attached it to the ceiling. Beneath that, I put a
chair. I made sure that while hanging there, my feet would not reach the ground. I got a big garbage bag to put over my head and a belt to seal
it off, so I would have breathing air for a couple of minutes only. I
took a cord in which I made two nooses to bind my hands behind my back:
they would automatically fasten themselves when I would get my hands
further away from each other.

The first time, I didn't do anything special. Bag over the head, belt
around the neck, rope around my neck, hands through the nooses, fasten
the nooses, kick away the chair and I hung myself. It worked quite well,
it became black before my eyes. The feeling was terrible, though. My
hands hurt, my neck hurt, not being able to breath was terrible. I lost consciousness. But, after some time, more than an hour, I woke up. I
didn't die. I don't know why. It took me a long time to free myself. I
had headaches and a sore neck for more than a week.

I guessed I was too strong for this approach, so the second time, weeks
later, I got the preparations ready. But this time, I made sure I was as
drunk as possible, almost passing out. Instead of a belt, I used a noose
in a rope to get the bag tighter around my neck. This time, it worked
better than the first time. I passed out for almost two hours. When I
woke up again, I had to vomit, right in the bag. It was even more
horrible than the first time. . . .

Almost two years later, I tried again. This time was the same as the
second, plus that I used sleeping pills and got drunk and I hung a lot
of weight to my belt, something like 30 kilograms of books and bottles
with water. I survived again and again, I felt horrible for weeks.

So, I lost consciousness three times, my neck and head hurt like hell,
but I didn't die.

(male, 1994:)

i lost consciousness just before being found and cut down; no more than
three minutes had elapsed from the moment when my throat was constricted.

i used an electrical cord, knotted at one point, with the knot on the
far side of the door. the cord goes over the door, near the hinges. you
shut the door, and keep the cord close to the hinge side so you don't
pull the door off the hinges.

the electrical cord stretched so that my feet were flat on the ground.
my heels were less than an inch off the ground. once the cord
constricted on my neck, the plastic bound up against itself. the effect
of this was that as i stood up on my tiptoes and tried to pry my fingers between my neck and the cord, i was unable. it was as though the cord
was locked tight. before i could make any progress removing the cord
from my neck, my arms got heavy and fell to my sides. my vision lasted
for quite a bit longer.

i was trying to pry the cord away from my neck because it was very
painful, much more so than i had expected. it caused my whole body to
ache... probably something to do with blood pressure. it was very
painful. also i became frightened and

wanted to stop and reconsider what i was doing. fortunately for me, my
wife had heard the stool fall and woke up, coming into the back room and eventually cutting me down. by that time i had lost consciousness. the
next thing i knew, i had woken up on the floor with jarring pain running throughout my body, especially my arms, hands and head. this pain lasted
for maybe fifteen minutes. it was very very unpleasant. also, i had a
dark red line across my neck for over a week.


David Fortis
View All Entries


Archive
August 2011 (9)
Categories
Uncategorized (3)
Hanging studies (3)
Hanging fiction (3)




Copyright by Dark Fetish Network 2009 - 2011 - FAQ - Terms of ervice
- Links - Affiliate Program - Advertise Here! - Contact Us

There was an error processing the request. Please try again.

--- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
* Origin: fsxNet Usenet Gateway (21:1/5)