From: navakantam1958@yahoo.com   
      
   Her Choice   
   by   
   Navakantam   
      
   	We met over the Internet about a year ago in a BDSM chat room.   I had   
   previously found some really hot kinky women there, but Melanie was   
   entirely different.  She didn't just do this as a added pleasure, she   
   lived the BDSM lifestyle to the max.  She lived close so we were   
   constantly at  each other's apartments after we finally met. Hers was   
   dark, spartan and minimalistic to a fault.  Her only real furniture was   
   a bed.  I was in love.   
      
   	She had an old four poster bed of a Gothic style.  There were figures   
   carved in the wood like gargoyles. Underneath her bed was an equally old   
   chest full of every type of medieval hardware you can imagine.  When she   
   first opened it, I'll have to admit, I was a little fearful.  I was only   
   a recent convert to the lifestyle, but my kink and hers was breath play   
   and I guess the danger and fear was what led me to her and kept me there.   
      
   	Almost from the start of our relationship, we played some highly   
   dangerous games in an attempt to discover the secrets of near death   
   orgasm through asphyxiation.  This could only be tried with a partner   
   you trust and never alone.  There are so many stories of mostly men who   
   attempted to reveal these incredibly erotic secrets, only to be found   
   dead.  Families just don't understand and usually cover up the incident   
   as simple suicide.   
      
   	We had started our cyber sex play so long ago with ideas for auto   
   erotic asphyxia scenes and moved on to devising some wild methods to aid   
   us in our search for the ultimate high.  We were both acting   
   irresponsibly  and knew it might lead to the death of one or both of us,   
   but we could not stop.  As each scene was played out, we wanted to get   
   ever closer to the edge.  For that however, we had to meet.   
      
   	After I found out that Melanie was local, it was a match made in   
   heaven.  From our first in person session, I discovered she was fucking   
   wild and serious about finding the ultimate NDE sexual pleasure.  I was   
   a match for her, but something about Melanie was different.  My desire   
   was more of a dangerous hobby, hers was an obsession.  I just happened   
   to be lucky enough to find her and be a partner in her quest.   
      
   	With each time we met, I began to wonder where it would end up.  I   
   trusted her completely and allowed her to use restraints during our play   
   and, basically, anything else she wanted to do to or with my body.   
   Melanie loved to tease me to the edge and let my arousal build to the   
   point where I begged for release.  It was during one of these sessions   
   that she placed a large plastic bag over my head and tied the neck off   
   with a scarf.  I looked at her with a questioning expression and she   
   just said,   
      
   “It will be OK, honey, trust me.”   
      
   	What could I do?  She was in charge and I could not move.  I began to   
   breath in my own expended breath. It was warm and moist.  Melanie just   
   lightly grazed my body with her hands as I began to feel lightheaded.   
   I've been put to sleep for surgery before and this was just like it.  I   
   was taking in full breaths, but without oxygen, my body began to shut   
   down.  I could barely keep my eyes open as she smiled over me and began   
   to gently use her mouth on my raging hard on.  Through my thickening   
   haze, I felt my groin grow warm with that familiar feeling we all know   
   and love.  Just as I lost consciousness, my body exploded into her mouth.   
      
   	The next thing I remember was Melanie looking down at me with dripping   
   lips and the bag next to my head.  I asked how long I'd been out.  She   
   just said, “Not long.”   
      
   	“Did you like that?”, she said.  I simply moaned my approval.   
      
   	“Would you like to do me next?” asked Melanie.  I was wild for it.   
      
   	She looked at the calender and pointed to a Saturday a few weeks off.   
   My own schedule was open and couldn't wait.  Melanie wanted us to meet   
   at her family cabin up in the mountains near Pittsburgh.  I thought that   
   would be incredibly romantic.   
      
   	Over the next two weeks, we had little contact.  I almost thought she'd   
   forgotten or changed her mind.  I needed the address for the cabin.  On   
   the Friday before, she finally emailed me.  I tried to call her, but got   
   no answer. All her email said was, “Be prepared for the most incredible   
   experience of your life.”  I was and now more than ever.   
      
   	I could barely sleep that night.  On Saturday morning, I awoke and   
   checked my email again.  Not a peep.  I packed a small bag and headed   
   off to the mountains for what I hoped would be a wild weekend.  If I had   
   only known what she had in store for me.  It would be the ultimate BDSM   
   gift.  As I neared the cabin, the road turned to dirt and the forest got   
   thick.   This was really private as I'd hoped.  All of a sudden, the   
   cabin came into view and I saw her car.  My heart raced as I got out of   
   the car and walked up the rickety steps.  The house was very rustic and   
   not in great shape, but it was secluded as Melanie had said.   
      
   	I knocked on the door, but there was no answer so I tried to open it.   
   The door opened to a large open great room.  There was a kitchen at one   
   end and what looked like a bedroom and bath at the other end.  Still no   
   sign of Melanie.  I dropped my bag and walked in the direction of the   
   bedroom.  As I crossed the threshold of the bedroom, Melanie was curled   
   up on a large bed wrapped up in a blanket.  She was crying and looked   
   like she had been all night.   
      
   	I was dumbfounded as she had never cried before and had always looked   
   to be too strong for any kind of fear or sadness.   
      
   As I approached the bed, she looked up at me and asked, “Will you help   
   me in what I want to do no matter what it is?”   
   	   
   	I just looked at her and said yes.  She just hugged me and smiled and   
   wiped her eyes.  Melanie truly looked happy and relieved.  I did want to   
   help her, but could not imagine what she wanted.  We just hugged for a   
   while and then she got dressed and we went for a walk in the woods.  As   
   we walked and talked, she became so intense in her quest.  Melanie said   
   the strangest thing to me.   
      
   “Will you remember me always?” she said.   
      
   “Yes, of course.” I said.   
      
   “And you won't try to stop me no matter what?”   
   Again I said, “Yes, of course.”   
      
   “OK, then.” She said as we walked back to the cabin.   
      
   	The sun was beginning to fall toward the night and we sat at a small   
   table and drank some delightful wine.  Melanie looked so fatefully calm.   
     She excused herself and walked into the bedroom and closed the door.   
   I heard some noises and wondered what she was doing.  After about 30   
   minutes, she opened the door and told me to come in.   
      
   	When I entered the room, I was stunned.  There were four ropes tied to   
   the four posts of the bed and a larger rope hanging from a beam with a   
   noose.  Under the noose was a stool.  We had enjoyed some breath play   
   and had mused about some hanging scenes, but this was the first time for   
      
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