Strung up for Jenny

An unfaithful man gets his just desserts, in front of a large group 
of women.

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Strung up for Jenny.



There was nothing to do but admit it. I could never lie to Jenny 
anyway. Few people could. She had a well-deserved reputation as one 
of the best district attorneys in the state. Besides, she held the 
evidence in her hand. The credit card bills, the e-mail letters, 
even the birthday card Donna had dared to send to our home. O god 
how could I have been so stupid? How could I ever have thought I 
could get away with such a thing? And even worse, why had I done it 
in the first place? Jenny was the most beautiful and sexy woman I 
had ever known. I loved her more than life itself. How in the world 
could I have gambled away my marriage for a casual office fling? I 
stood there too stunned to speak afraid of what Jenny might say 
next. 
"So it's true, isn't it?" she said. There was no hurt in her voice 
only anger. 
"Yes," I muttered. "I'm sorry Jenny. Please, please it was all a 
terrible mistake. I don't even know how it all got started. I don't 
love her. I love you. Oh please forgive me Jenny. It won't ever 
happen again. I promise." 
"You're damn right it won't happen again," she said. "I told you 
I'd leave you if I ever caught you cheating." 
I could feel my knees go weak. I was trembling and there were tears 
spilling down my face. The idea of losing Jenny was devastating. 
That I had brought all this on myself filled me with self-disgust. 
"Jenny don't," I said, my voice cracking with desperation. "Please 
don't. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything." 
She hesitated a moment. I could see that what I'd said and the 
sincerity with which I'd said it had an effect on her. I thought, 
perhaps, I'd detected a single ray of hope. By now I was literally 
on my knees in front of her, hoping to take advantage of whatever 
love she still had for me. 
"Jenny please let me make it up to you?" 
She seemed to consider it a moment. 
"And you'll do anything?" 
Hope! There was still hope! I felt my heart skip a beat with 
unexpected joy! 
"Yes anything!" I blurted. 
"Okay then," Jenny said. "I want to hang you." 
I felt the hope and joy I'd experienced just a moment ago suddenly 
abandon me. Instead I was filled with terror. Over the last two 
years of our marriage Jenny had often talked about her fascination 
with erotic asphyxiation. On occasion I'd let her wrap a scarf or 
tie around my throat as we made love. She would tighten it slowly 
as she straddled me, my cock buried deep inside her, and very 
gently "strangle" me while she used my body. I had to admit it was 
an oddly erotic sensation. The constriction of the blood in my neck 
seemed to thicken my penis inside her. It was not wholly 
unpleasant. In fact I found it quite erotic. The only problem was 
that I was always frightened that in the midst of passion Jenny 
would go to far. On several occasions I nearly lost consciousness 
before she could reach orgasm. Fortunately I was able to find the 
strength to begin thrusting beneath her and thus always managed to 
send her over the edge just in a nick of time. Her orgasms were 
cataclysmic. Yet she always seemed somehow disappointed. She had 
often spoke of her fantasy of hanging me. She guaranteed that it 
would be safe. That she had done it with several previous 
boyfriends and knew exactly what she was doing. Still the idea 
terrified me and I had always refused. Now, at last, it looked like 
I had no choice. 
"Well," Jenny said, sounding a little impatient. "What's it going 
to be? If you love me as much as you say, I would hardly think you 
would need so much time to decide." 
"I'm sorry Jenny," I said. "I do love you. It's just that-" 
"What?" her tone was merciless. 
"It scares me. I'd be so vulnerable. And you're so angry with me…" 
Jenny looked at me sharply. "I guess you'll just have to trust me 
the way I trusted you." 
"Jenny is there some other way? Please?" 
"No, that's my offer. Take it or leave it." 
I knew she was right. I deserved this. I had broken whatever trust 
had existed between us and the only way to get it back was to 
literally put my life in her hands. I really had no choice. Without 
Jenny there would be no life for me worth living anyway. Besides, 
deep down I was certain that she loved me and would never hurt me. 
I was still afraid, though. Even if she was careful there was 
always the chance for a mistake. It was a chance I was more than 
willing to take if it meant winning Jenny back. I looked up at her 
with tear-filled eyes grateful for a second chance. 
"Hang me," I said. 
Jenny didn't seem surprised by my decision. She told me that she 
would carry out my punishment on Friday. I would receive my 
instructions during at work that day as to how to prepare and that 
I wasn't to bring the topic up again. I would be sleeping on the 
couch that night and for the rest of the week. Otherwise we would 
continue on as usual. She asked me if I understood and accepted the 
terms of my sentence. I told her I did and she seemed satisfied. 
Then she folded up the evidence of my affair, stuck it in a large 
manila envelope, and locked it away in the desk in her office. The 
rest of the week passed with a kind of surreal normalcy. I went to 
work each morning and came home each night as usual. Jenny and I 
ate dinner together at the kitchen table or caught a bite out to 
eat if she was held up at the courthouse. 
She was pleasant enough to me and we made the usual small talk. I 
bought her flowers and candy, which she accepted graciously. After 
dinner, she would retire to her office to work on legal briefs but 
she would emerge around ten or so to sit on the couch and watch 
television with me. All in all, our routine was not much different 
than it had always been. Of course, we did not sleep together and I 
didn't expect we would. At least not until I paid her the debt I 
owed. 
The next afternoon I took Donna out for lunch one last time. There 
I told her that our affair had to end. I was in love with my wife 
and I could never leave her. To my surprise, Donna didn't seem at 
all upset. If anything, she seemed somewhat amused to learn that I 
had gotten caught and that made me a little angry. I always 
suspected that she had envied Jenny. 
That Friday morning I showered, dressed, and left for work as 
usual. Jenny still made no mention of my punishment and I almost 
wondered if she had forgotten all about it. I was disabused of that 
notion the moment I entered my office and saw my voice-mail button 
blinking. I picked up the phone, dialed my access code, and 
listened to Jenny giving me very precise and detailed instructions 
as to what I was to do. I played the message over four times and 
jotted down what she said to make sure that I hadn't missed 
anything. Some of it quite frankly sounded rather strange. 
I was to leave the office at noon-make up some excuse or other. 
That was my problem she said-and proceed home. On the way, however, 
I was to stop and pick up a platter of food she had ordered from a 
local deli. Once home, I was to shower and shave my entire body 
except for the hair on my head. Then I was to put on the clothing 
she had left for me on the bed, drink three glasses of red wine, 
sign the consent form on the kitchen counter, cuff my hands behind 
me back, and wait kneeling on the floor in the downstairs hall 
closet. If I failed to meet any of the above requirements she would 
begin divorce proceedings at once. I could hardly believe what I 
had heard but I also knew that Jenny meant every word of it and 
that she had been waiting a very long time to live out this 
fantasy. I didn't get much work done that morning and when 
lunchtime came around I notified my supervisor that I wasn't 
feeling well. She was very sympathetic and told me to take care of 
myself over the weekend. I thanked her for her concern and tried to 
avoid Donna's curious gaze as I hurriedly left the office. 
I followed Jenny's instructions to the word. After stopping at the 
deli, I arrived home, stripped off my clothes, and took a long hot 
shower. I used my razor to take away the hair on my body until I 
was baby-smooth. I dried myself off and walked into Jenny's 
bedroom. There lying on the comforter was a simple pale blue shift 
that looked almost like a hospital gown. Beside it lay a pair of 
cheap rubber flip-flops. I put the outfit on and proceeded to the 
kitchen where a bottle of red wine and a glass sat on the counter. 
I was already feeling more than a little nervous, but the first 
glass of wine calmed me down. 
The second mellowed me out. And the third made me almost sleepy. I 
barely bothered to read the sheaf of tightly typed pages but they 
seemed to be some kind of document professing my addiction to 
erotic asphyxiation. They claimed that I no suicidal thoughts and 
that I acted alone and held no one responsible should my fetish 
result in injury or death. It all seemed perfectly reasonable and 
meant to protect Jenny. I already knew there was a small chance 
that something could go wrong and accepted it. I picked up the pen 
left near the papers and scrawled my signature. 
Jenny had left the handcuffs on the counter beside the wine bottle 
and the consent form. I slipped the cuffs on, locking my hands 
behind me. Then I walked carefully in the flip-flops down the 
stairs to the hall closet. I crouched down on my knees in the 
cramped space and waited for Jenny to come home. 
I'm not sure how long I waited. I might have dozed off. But when I 
heard the sound of Jenny's car pull into the garage I was roused to 
alertness. She seemed genuinely pleased to see that I was waiting 
exactly how she'd instructed. She told me to stay where I was for 
the time being and she would come back for me when she was ready. I 
blinked wordlessly against the light and Jenny smiled. Then she 
closed the door and went upstairs. 
>From where I knelt inside the closet I could hear that Jenny was 
taking her own shower and afterwards blowing out her hair as if she 
were going out for the evening. I spent some anxious moments before 
I heard her come down the stairs and open the closet door again. 
The first thing I saw were her elegant perfectly pedicured feet 
inside a pair of her best and most feminine high-heeled sandals. My 
eyes traveled upwards over her elegant black evening dress slit up 
one. She wore her long brunette hair in a formal updo. Her smooth 
white shoulders were exposed and around her neck she wore a velvet 
choker with a diamond pendant that I never remembered seeing 
before. 
I started to say something about how beautiful she looked when 
Jenny sharply told me to shut up. I was a prisoner and had no right 
to speak to her unless I was directly addressed. She asked if I 
understood and I told her I did. All she said was "good" and then 
she ordered me to follow her upstairs. I did so as quickly as the 
handcuffs and my stiff legs would allow. Once upstairs Jenny asked 
me if I had to use the bathroom. I told her that as a matter-of-
fact I did. The wine I had drunk earlier had been causing me some 
discomfort for a while now but I had dared not disobey her to leave 
the closet. She told me I had better go now before we got started 
and I made my way down the hall to the bathroom in my gown and flip-
flops. 
It was only when I got there that I realized how impossible it 
would be for me to go urinate wearing the gown and with my hands 
cuffed the way they were behind my back. I stood there stupidly 
wondering whether I should tell Jenny or not when I heard her 
ordering me back to the living room. I could only hope that my 
ordeal didn't last long. 
Jenny had placed a simple wooden chair in the middle of the living 
room. Underneath it was a large square of plastic. She told me to 
stand on the chair and I did as she said. From the ceiling a thick 
hemp noose hung down from a heavy duty O-ring fixed to the ceiling. 
I didn't remember ever seeing it before. Had Jenny just put it up 
this week? She slipped the noose over my head and tightened the 
knot just below left ear. I gasped a little for breath. God, it was 
already so tight. As if for added emphasis, she pulled a little on 
the end of the rope forcing me up on tiptoes to breathe better. 
She tied off the rope to a u-bolt in the floor near the baseboard 
and left me like that, up on my toes, gulping air through my open 
mouth. Meanwhile she began setting out the platter I had picked up 
from the deli as well as plates and glasses. I couldn't understand 
what she was doing and the bewildered expression on my face clearly 
begged for an explanation. Jenny smiled and walked over to me 
slowly. She pulled on the rope a little until I went up as high as 
I could on my toes and a small wet gurgling sound escaped my 
throat. 
"I've decided to invite some company over darling," she said. "You 
see your little affair caused me quite a bit of embarrassment. It 
seems several of the women at the beauty shop knew all about it. 
Your girlfriend had a big mouth. As a result, I've decided to let 
them see how I punish infidelity." 
"Please Jenny," I croaked. "You c-can't…" 
"Did you say something prisoner?" she asked, choking off my reply 
with a yank of the rope. When nothing but a strangled sound came 
out of me she relaxed her grip. "Good," she said. "Because you 
haven't been given the right to speak." 
She left me tottering there on my toes trying to keep my balance 
while she put on some soft jazz and finished preparing for the 
company. I wasn't looking forward to being put on public display in 
front of Jenny's friends, but at this point what choice did I have. 
And she was right. I had humiliated her. Perhaps this would even 
the score and relieve the terrible guilt I felt. 
The doorbell rang and the first of Jenny's guests began arriving. 
Each of them was elegantly dressed in eveningwear. Jenny offered 
them wine and something to eat and then invited them to see 
the "prisoner." The women stood around me munching their 
appetizers, sipping their wine, and examining me. One of them asked 
Jenny if she was intending on keeping me dressed. 
"Oh no!" Jenny said to my complete mortification. "He hangs nude! I 
just wanted him to be presentable for the trial." 
Soon the other guests had arrived-exactly twelve women in all-and 
after the novelty of my predicament wore off they sat and talked as 
if nothing were out of the ordinary. At last Jenny called them all 
to attention. She produced the manila folder with the "evidence" of 
my affair and read it all in embarrassing detail. I blushed with 
shame hoping she would stop. But she went through every last 
detail. When she was done she asked me if I had anything to say in 
my defense and I stammered out my apologies but Jenny just 
dismissed them with a wave of her hand. Then she put my fate up to 
a vote. As if with one voice all the women present enthusiastically 
declared that I should hang. 
"Sorry darling," Jenny said. "I'm afraid the verdict is in." 
Just then the doorbell rang and one of the women went down to 
answer it. I heard some talking in the entranceway downstairs and 
then the sound of footsteps and excited conversation on the way up. 
It was Donna in a beautiful, low-cut red ball gown.
"I'm not too late for the hanging I hope?" Donna said. 
"Not at all" Jenny said casually. She saw the shocked expression on 
my face and seemed to relish explaining this most unusual turn of 
events. She told me that knowing I would never have the balls to 
cheat on her myself she had purposely solicited Donna to have an 
affair with me. Since I had written and signed a document 
explaining my fascination with erotic asphyxiation her firm would 
personally see to it that my death was ruled an accident and not a 
suicide. Therefore my insurance policy would be paid and the money 
would be turned over to Donna. Jenny smiled and asked me if I had 
any questions. I was too shocked to speak. 
"Okay then. The prisoner shall be stripped!" 
There was enthusiastic applause from the ladies and Jenny stepped 
forward with a pair of scissors and easily shred the gown I wore to 
pieces. I stood there naked on the chair in front of twelve leering 
shouting women, including Jenny and Donna,  "Any last words?" Jenny 
asked. 
"Jenny," I stammered, hardly able to speak. "Tell me this is all 
still a game? Please?" 
"Sorry darling," she said coolly. "It's a death sentence." 
She stepped around behind me and I could feel the chair being 
slowly pulled from beneath my feet. I tried to step backwards as 
quickly as I could but I was only delaying the inevitable. Soon the 
chair was swept out from under me completely and my legs swung 
forward, their weight pulling the noose tighter around my throat. 
There was a gasp of excitement from the ladies present and my legs 
started wildly kicking the air. One of my flip-flops flew off my 
foot and landed on the floor. The blood seemed to stop inside my 
head and I could hear the thunder of my own heartbeat. I opened my 
mouth and gasped for air but I could hardly draw a breath. 
I could feel an unbearable pressure building behind my eyes. I 
searched the faces surrounding me for mercy but there was none. 
Instead several of the women seemed to be laughing and pointing at 
my crotch. I couldn't hear for the pounding in my ears but I knew 
what they were pointing at. The constriction around my throat had a 
predictable effect on my cock, which was now fully and painfully 
erect. I could now feel my heart beating in my cock as well as in 
my throat as the noose tightened even more and my kicking slowed. 
My legs were now so heavy it was an effort to move them at all. 
I strained to touch my toes to the floor but of course Jenny made 
sure I was hung just a couple of tantalizing inches too high. Yes, 
it was only a matter of inches. But those few inches were all the 
difference between life and death. The weight of my legs hanging 
straight down not tightened the noose even more and only 
occasionally was I able to kick my feet. The other flip-flop 
dangled off the end of my foot momentarily and fell to the floor. 
I could feel myself beginning to black out from lack of air. I 
tried to call out to Jenny but nothing came from my lips but a 
strangled gurgle and a thin line of frothy saliva. Certainly this 
had to be a game? She couldn't have planned this as she had said? 
This had to be all part of the lesson she had wanted to teach me. I 
tried to move my eyes around the room but I couldn't find Jenny 
anywhere. O god Jenny where are you? You wouldn't let me die like 
this. I know you wouldn't. Would you? These thoughts went round and 
round in my mind as I fought for breath and to hang on to 
consciousness. I knew if I blacked out it would be all over. I 
would stop struggling to breathe and strangle to death at the end 
of the rope. 
Just as I tried to call out to Jenny again something totally 
unexpected happened. I suddenly felt an involuntarily tightening of 
my pelvic and sphincter muscles and quite with out warning I began 
humping the empty air. The catcalls and whistles from my audience 
actually pierced the thudding in my head. Oh god, why are they 
doing this? I thought. How can they just sit there while this is 
happening to me? These thoughts were quickly chase away by the 
orgasmic wave building swiftly through my body. It shook me all the 
way from my toes to my head and exploded through my cock in a 
seemingly endless white loop of come that had the ladies squealing 
with glee. Twelve females were staring open-mouthed at my spasming 
hard-on. I think I must have shot four or five feet with the first 
loop of come, incredibly I hit some lady's evening dress to more 
loud feminine squeals.
"Did I miss something?" 
It was Jenny, emerging from the kitchen with something. 
"He just came!" three of the women offered in unison. "Like a randy 
Bull!" exclaimed one. "All over Linda's dress!" another woman 
offered to more female hilarity.  
"Funny," Jenny said laughing. "So did I." 
Even in the state I was in I recognized Jenny's sweet voice over 
the din. I followed the sound of her voice searching for her face. 
I instinctively knew I didn't have much time left to live. She 
would let me down now. I was certain. I had learned my lesson. I 
had been shamed more than any one person deserved to be shamed. I 
found her looking slightly disheveled, her lipstick smeared, she 
looked happy and contented. I could feel my heart skip a beat as I 
understood the implications of what she was prepared to do to me. 
She walked slowly towards me. Oh please hurry Jenny! My brain felt 
like it was going to explode from the building pressure. Please 
hurry! 
But Jenny was in no hurry. She moved towards me at an agonizingly 
slow pace. I thought I saw a knife in her hand! I could hardly 
breathe now, the noose around my throat having tightened so that my 
windpipe was nearly completely closed. My legs hung down lifeless 
and heavy. I was truly strangling. Jenny stood in front of me now 
and I tried to speak. Not a sound came from my open mouth. Jenny 
smiled. She looked up at my hanging body and rising up on tiptoe 
kissed my lips that now felt swollen to twice their size. 
"Thank you darling," she said. "I've always wanted to do this to 
you." 
I tried one last time to speak but this time a long stream of drool 
poured from my numb lips. 
"It's okay honey," Jenny said, gently smoothing back the sweaty 
hair that had fallen in face. "Don't fight it. It's time for you to 
die, but not before I do something else to you. " 
Jenny stepped back slightly and took stock of the enormity of my 
erected manhood - which had never been small under any 
circumstances. She stepped back also so that the others could see. 
I looked at them all one last time. I was vaguely aware that my 
penis was so violently erect and drooling fresh spent come from the 
end - I had never been so big and hard. Their eyes were glistening 
with excitement and anticipation. A few of them had even slipped 
their hands under their fancy dresses. My terrified eyes caught 
Donna's and she was smiling. She gave me a lascivious wink and blew 
me a kiss. In one final mute appeal I rolled my bulging eyes 
towards Jenny but she only smiled cruelly. 
The blood was thundering through my ears and my heart was laboring 
in vain. There was no air coming into my lungs. It was true. It was 
time for me to die and my body knew it. I was aware that my come 
was drooling down copiously below me. So that's what the plastic 
sheet was for? Jenny had planned this all along. 
The terrible sadness of my imminent departure from this earth 
struck me like a hammer-blow. I realized all at once that there was 
no dignity left in me. The end was inevitable and to resist was not 
only futile but would only prolong my indignity. Yes, the most 
dignified thing to do was to give up and let go. That was all that 
Jenny had left me with. Something inside still wanted to hang on 
but I gave that something up. Instead, I let myself go limp. Only 
my erection remained strong and defiant before these cruel women 
and their lustful stares. There was something comforting about that 
feeling, something liberating. My body was going into its death 
throes now. I could feel it shaking, trembling, and dancing at the 
end of the rope. I was suddenly aware of Jenny holding my huge 
erection and manipulating it around, the entire room seemed to 
focus on my massive hard on and Jenny's handling of it - what was 
she doing? Even so close to the end I felt the feel of cold metal 
at the root of my erection - and the sudden horror of realization - 
I had not imagined the knife in her hand after all. I heard female 
voices egging her on, "Go on Jenny, take it, take it away from the 
bastard!"  I could hardly feel the cutting as it started, but I 
felt her tugging at my erection and the feel of warm liquid running 
down my legs - all the while she stared at my face. But I knew when 
the loss had occurred, my feeling of sudden incompleteness mixing 
with loud female catcalls. I thought I saw her saunter away to the 
other women with my large, still semi-erect penis clutched in her 
hand before returning to me.
I had put on a good show. I could only hope that I had done Jenny 
proud. It was a strange thing to think, I know, but it was all I 
had left. I felt my swollen tongue protruding from my bloated lips 
and the blood where I had bit it trickle on my chin. My eyes had 
rolled upward and the last thing I saw was the o-ring screwed in 
the ceiling even as I felt my balls being pulled on and cut to more 
catcalls. I hope she will be happier now. 
It's true that the last thing to go is your hearing. 
I fade away to the sound of distant applause. 
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