Consensual Hanging Women » The Tokyo Pleasure Palace:
A Consensual Hanging Story
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Posted at 15:34 on 27-Dec-2015 http://darkfetishnet.com/Marwood/albums/37362/3343600475

The taxi driver stopped the cab in front of the Tokyo Pleasure Palace
and announced his fare.

"Are you sure you want to go in there?" he asked me as I fished for my
wallet and counted the money. "I drive many people here. I almost never
pick anyone up here."

"Yes," answered as I paid his fare. "This is the place." I tipped him generously, knowing there was a good chance I would not walk out and
that it could be the last tip I ever paid anyone. He thanked me and
drove off, and I made my way inside. Behind the front desk stood a
Japanese lady in her fifties, dressed in a kimono, her hair up in the traditional Japanese style. She bowed her head and smiled before
speaking heavily accented and slightly imperfect English.

"Noose pleasure? She inquired. I nodded and she smiled again.

"Okay. I need passport please, and you fill our form here I give you,
okay?" She gently pushed a consent form across the counter. One side was English, the other side was in Japanese, but I suppose they both said
the same thing: that I was here of my own free will and that I was
consenting to be hanged also of my own free will and that the Tokyo
Palace was in no way legally responsible for any injuries I might
sustain, including death which was a very real possibility given what
was about to happen, even if they should screw up in some way.

Below that, was a questionnaire asking first if I wanted a man or woman
for my hangman and another for how long I wanted to hang before being
lowered, and finally, if I wanted some S&M torture before the hanging. I
chose a woman of course, but I suppose they had to cater to all tastes.
As to the length of my hanging, there were three choices; I could write
out an amount of time, be it fifteen seconds or five or ten minutes or whatever, I could choose to hang until ejaculation, or until unconscious.

I chose "until ejaculation." The risk with this was that I might never ejaculate in which case they would wait until I passed out before
letting me down. But I figured that I'd probably There was also a box
asking if I wanted the "safety noose" used, which was a noose in which
the free end of the noose ring had a ball attachment built into it to
prevent the noose from tightening beyond a certain point. I thought this
was kind of pointless in view of why I was there and choose the unsafe
kind that's designed to kill. I also indicated that I wanted the S&M
torture before I was hanged. I'm not sure why I did that; I was here for
the hanging; that's the demon that was playing in my head for most of my
life, but on the whim, I decided to experience it all.

At the very bottom of the form, was a section on what alcoholic beverage
I would like before fun began. I chose scotch with ice, and handed in
the form. The lady behind the counter checked to see that everything was properly filled out and signed, then put it on a clipboard along with my passport and led me off to another room. From here, I could see from
behind a two-way mirror into another room where several semi-nude women
were sitting and chatting, some smoking cigarettes or drinking soft
drinks out of cans. They were all drop dead gorgeous, but one, a fairly
busty one wearing a read ribbon in her not quite shoulder-length hair
stood out and I pointer her out to the Madame.

"Ah, Kamiko...very good choice. She 750,000 yen for full treatment. Very
good, but no English, okay?"

Somehow, that turned me on even more. I'd be tortured and hanged by
someone I couldn't understand and who couldn't understand me.

"750,000 yen fine, " I said. That was about $6200 US. It was a bit more
than I was hoping to pay, but then again, there was no guarantee that
I'd even care an hour from now.

"Good," she said as she took me by the arm. "You come pay now, then we
go change, okay?"

We went back to the reception area where I paid the bill in cash and
then was led by another younger lady to a changing room. There was a
shower in there, in case I wanted one before starting, a chair, mirror
and a duffle bag to put my clothes and personal effects in, in case I
could not put them back on when I was finished. Hanging in one corner
was a Japanese style robe with a pair of paper slippers below it.

"Fifteen minutes, you come out wearing only robe and slippers, okay?"
said the young lady, both instructing and inquiring if I understood.

I knodded my understanding and undressed, putting all my effects into
the duffle bag. Wanting to smell as fresh as possible, I took a quick
shower and after toweling myself off, donned the robe and slippers and
stepped out of the changing room. The young lady who had brought me
there was witing as I stepped out and she escorted me to the room where
my hanging was to take place. It was a large Japanese-style room with
sliding doors made of wood and rice paper. There were Japanese-style
murals on one of the walls and the floor was covered in tatami mats. My hangwoman, Kamiko stood beside an empty chair in the middle of the room,
above which a large noose made from a think silk rope of I would guess, approximately an inch thick. She was now fully naked except for a pair
of tall leather boots and the red bow in her hair. My escort bowed to
Kamiko as we entered the room and said something in Japanese that I did
not understand, but presume must have been a been something like "Here's
our next sucker." Kamiko acknowledged her, then turning to me, bowed and
said something in Japanese, which I recognized to be a greeting and
welcome; pretty much the extent of my Japanese. Then she motioned me
over to a side table with bottle of Chivas Regal whisky, a glass, and a
bucket of ice cubes. There was a comfortable looking velvet cushioned
chair beside it and Kamiko motioned me to pour myself a drink, and I did
just that, making myself a double, as she went back and adjusted the
rope for my height.

I sat down and drank my scotch contentedly as I watched Kamiko go about
her preparations. This was all for me and I was decided to enjoy every
second of the show. Kamiko was one of the most beautiful women I had
ever seen anywhere and I couldn't wait for her to slip that noose over
my head and tighten it around my neck. But first, the torture. I was
thinking just then that I had made the right choice in opting for the
S&M torture and humiliation. Again, to have it applied by a woman as
beautiful as Kamiko would be worth every yen I paid.

I finished my scotch and stood up. Kamiko and long since finished her
prep and and was waiting patiently over by the noose. She walked over to
me as I got up and disrobed. She had picke up some cord to tie my wrists
with from off the hanging chair and motioned me to turn around and put
my hands behind my back, all while explaining it in Japanese, which I of course, did not understand at all. This just made it all more fun and
exciting. She bound my writsts nice and tightly so that there was no way
I could free myself, ever. She then left me there for a moment and
walked over to another part of the room where she pulled a riding crop
and a long, curved and textured dildo and some other sex toys out of a
cabinet. She then marched back towards me, with purpose and energy not
seen previously and before I knew it, smacked me across the back with
the riding crop with such force that I screamed in pain and dropped to
my knees as I did. Her whole demeanor changed in that instant, and she
whipped me again across the buttocks this time, saying something in
Japanese in a tone denoting seething anger, even hatred. Again, I
screamed, but as I did, I felt my dick grow harder and harder. Again the
whip came down, searing into my flesh and again I cried out.

Just then as I was on my knees, tears in my eyes, I felt her grab my
bound wrists as she knelt down behind me, then the sensation of that
huge dildo being rammed up my anus with such force it made me moan both
with pain and pleasure. Thank god it seems to have been pre-lubricated.
Once it was jammed in there, Kamiko started whacking the other tend of
it with some sort of leather paddle that aslo whacked my buttocks across
the same tender spot she'd whipped me with the riding crop. After a
minute or two of this, she stopped for a moment, and I was grateful for
it. I heard her walk back to the cabinet and when she came back, she
pulled my head up by the hair and bent over so that her face an mine
were but inches apart. There were tears streaming out of my eyes from
the pain of what I'd endured thus far and i was breathing heavily, but I
was in no-way ready to quit. My dick was as hard right now as it's ever
been, and though I was nearly biting my lip to stave the pain, I was
also wanting more of it.

"Crybaby!" she exclaimed in what might have been the only English she
knew. Then she put something soft and leathery in my mouth to bite on.
Forced it between my teeth, might be a better way of putting it. When
she was satisfied that I was biting down properly, she proved me wrong
and spoke a bit more broken English.

"No more nice girl!" she exclaimed, lifting my head and pulling my hair
so much I wanted to scream. Instead, I just bit down. She returned to
whipping me with the riding crop, mostly across the back and buttocks.
Between strokes, she would run the whip over spots she'd just whacked,
making certain not to whip me to the point I'd go numb and feel nothing.
I don't know how long this went on; two minutes, five minutes, ten even? Probably not that long; I would have passed out. Finally she stopped,
then walked away for a moment or two. When she came back, she knelt in
front of me and gently lifted my head with both hands, smiling. Once
again, her demeanor had completely changed. She wiped away my tears and
sweat with a clean handkerchief, then smiling, said something in
Japanese that I once again failed to understand, but then followed up in
her broken English.

"Now come best part, okay?"

I nodded weakly. She helped me up, and seeing that I'd mostly lost my
erection, grasped my cock with her hand as she walked me to the chair
from which I would hang in a minute or two. She must have had a touch of
magic, because I was hard as a rock again before getting to the chair.
She helped me climb it, which caused an unusual sensation as I still had
that huge dildo up my ass. Once I was there, she pulled up another chair
behind me and climbed up to noose me and tighten the rope. Once she was satisfied that everything was right, she stepped down, moved the other
chair out of the way, then returned to stand beside my chair. Slowly and deliberately, she first placed her hands on her hips, then lifting her
right leg, she placed her boot up along the edge of the seat and slowly,
ever so slowly, began to tip the chair over from right to left, as I
struggled to retain balance. She was just mind-fucking me right there,
because before she reached the tipping point, she pulled back and let
the right side of the chair back down. She laughed, and said something
in Japanese when she saw the look on my face. I managed a half smile and
slight chuckle, and just then, with no warning she quickly and
forcefully kicked the chair over.

I must have fallen about twelve inches before the noose stopped me, the
tips of my toes just a few inches from the ground. The pain was intense;
much worse than anything I'd experienced to date this evening I was
kicking like mad, though because of the restraints, I couldn't kick very
far. Kamiko brought the other chair in front of me as I kicked,
breathless and in agony as the rope bore into my throat and my carotid
artery. Placing the back of the chair in front of me, she knelt on it,
then putting one arm behind me and grabbing the dildo sticking out of my
ass, she pulled in closer and put he other hand around my cock and
started sucking oh, so pleasantly. Between the rope and the blowjob, it couldn't have taken me more than sixty seconds of Kamiko's sweet warm
lips around my cock before I started pumping. She had my cock in her
mouth when I did and after the first spurt, she pulled back, laughing as
I continued to squirt warm semen in her face. She seemed to enjoy this
and directed my cock to squirt all over her face and chest before going
back to sucking. All the while of course, I was strangling in agony at
the end of the rope, but as my cock started to grow flaccid, Kamiko let
go of it, then got up, took the chair she'd been kneeling on and walked
out of my view, but within seconds, I heard the whir of an electric
winch and I felt myself being lowered to the ground. My legs crumpled
beneath me and i soon found myself prostrate on the floor. A few seconds
later, Kamiko was loosening the noose around my neck and puling it off,
then turning me over, she cut the rope binding my wrists with some sharp
knife, then finally she undid my ankle restraints. I was still much to
weak to get up just then and struggling to get my breath back.

Kamiko walked away for a moment, then came back with the ice bucket. She
used the cold ice to soothe where the rope had burned and torn my flesh,
though her face and hands were both covered in my semen. After a few
minutes, she helped me get up and walked me back to a larger shower room
where a hot shower awaited the both of us. She pulled that giant dildo
out of my ass and threw it away someplace. I so wanted to fuck her just
then but there was just no way I could get it back up just a few minutes
after ejaculating so we did just about everything else and it was the
most sensual and erotic shower I ever had. We were probably in there for
half an hour, and I guess it was just part of what I'd paid for. When it
was over, she helped me dress, putting on just a robe herself, then led
back to another room where I was briefly examined by a nurse who
pronounced me fit to leave, bandaged my neck and gave me pills for the
pain would feel for a few days. I might have something of a scar for
life, she expained, but that too was part of the package. A few minutes
later, I was back out in the street, trying to find a cab and reflecting
on the oddest and most erotic sexual experience I'd ever had and whether
I'd ever have the courage, or maybe the stupidity to come back here
again for another dose of Tokyo Pleasure.







Edited by Long Drop, 6 month(s) ago
Nina Sams

Posted at 17:56 on 28-Dec-2015
Nice story. I wonder if girls can hang there too. I would love to hang,
but that is quite expensive for a hanging. (And I don't have that much).
I imagine it would be a very fun experience. I do know some Japanese, so
I would be able to communicate a little bit.
Long Drop

Posted at 19:41 on 28-Dec-2015
Of course girls can hang. They even have a "Ladies Night" where girls
can hang at half price. Maybe that way you can afford it ;o)

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