Do You Want to Try? (M/F, nooseplay, mild) "Well, do you want to try it?" "Do I want to try what?" "That. Do you want to see what it was really like?" "Do I want to see what it was like to be executed?! To be 'hung by the neck until dead"? "Look , its perfectly safe." "Safe! Wasn't this made to kill people?" "NO, no, the dropping lever is disconnected, and the trap door was nailed shut years ago." he said. "Do you want to go through the motions and experience this first hand?" "That's kind of morbid isn't it?" "Well you seem interested." "Well..."she said. " What is this tiny prison cell doing here?" "It was a holding cell for the condemned prisoner. Look , I could tell you all about it but you wouldn't get the real feel for it unless you go through it." "You won't really 'execute' me or hurt me will you?" "No, I love you. But I think you will be suprised just how 'strong' an experience this can be, even for a 'mock' hanging." "Now I'm going to treat you just like a condemned prisoner and I don't want you to break character. It will be good practice for your acting classes." he said as he unlocked the suprisingly sturdy door to the holding cell. " There is quite a lot of drama and ritual involved in this type of activity." "Please, I trust you." she said, as she gazed longingly into the cold damp chamber. "I'm starting now" he said. "Would the prisoner please enter the holding cell." She bowed her head and whispered, "Yes officer", as she both heard and felt the massive door latch tightly behind her. And now, here I stand on my tip-toes. I'm held stiffly at attention by this surpassingly rough and musty smelling hemp noose around my throat. Those 'cute' handcuffs are snugly locked about my wrists, pinning my arms helplessly behind my back. I had to nearly beg my "prison guard" to scratch my nose. Its unbelievable how just a simple set of locking bracelets can make a girl so helpless. Being handcuffed wasn't so bad though, it was the chilling lonely walk up the flight of thirteen steps of the gallows really started to put me "in the mood" if you know what I mean. I know that this is a strange place to staying during one's honeymoon, but this bed & breakfast/former prison of this old Eastern Block country has excellent food, services and a wonder view. And the cost was very reasonable. It seemed the perfect place to help me gain a little insight into the history of a prison for my up coming movie part. The trap door I'm standing on creaked just a little when I was made to stand on it, but it held quite firm under my weight. Of course, because of my petite stature or as my "guard" would say, because I'm such a shrimp, he could not adjust the noose low enough for me to slip my head into. Lucky thing (lucky?) there was a tall stool up on the platform for just such occasions. Even though the noose is now uncomfortably tight around my throat, its probably safer than standing on that rickety old stool. I can almost image the sneering mob below, anxiously awaiting the final moment. I am the center of attention. The "executioner" begins to speak, listing my crimes against the state, the written law governing this execution, and various other things I have trouble focusing on. My pitiful struggles are quite useless, and they seem to tighten the noose further. It's as if the noose is punishes me for each and every futile tug at my bonds. My vision seems to tunnel and focus on the LEVER rising up from the platform near the executioner. I can actually feel my heart pound harder and faster when ever he leans toward or makes any motions towards the LEVER. The titime seems to stretch endlessly, dragging on as my fear and anticipation multiples. I wish it could be all over now, the suspense is incredible and I want to scream for him to just do it and get it over with. But all I can do is quietly whimper when he ever he merely gestures towards the LEVER. I have never felt such incredibly helpless before. The fear, anger, suspense, and yes, sensual excitement are alone enough to kill this condemned prisoner, let alone the noose tightening about my frail throat. He is turning towards me. "..and May God have mercy on your soul" he says. I look into his eyes and imagine they are not the eyes of my lover and best friend. They are the cold stern eyes on a man about to kill me. An incredibly wave of panic rushes through my body. This is it, there is absolutely nothing I can stop this madness. He is asking me "Do you have a final request?" My mind is numb, and my tongue is frozen. My eyes flick from his eyes to the LEVER. I can not die like this, with these horrible feelings of fear, anger, hatred and helplessness inside me. "May I have a final good-bye kiss?' I manage to squeak out. He looks at me with first confusion and then a knowing look. "So you think you can persuade me with your vixen body?" "No," I stammer, "I know now that this is truly the end of my life. And I know that there is nothing you or anyone else can do to stop this. And I couldn't live with myself knowing that any mercy shown by you would be swiftly punished by this exact same torture." "Please," I beg, " it's only a small request and I want the last thing I feel to be the loving touch of another human being." He bends over as I try to raise higher on my tip toes. The kiss is absolutely incredibly. If it wasn't for the hangman's noose, I would have surely have lost my balance and swooned to the floor. The love and tenderness we share is endless. But soon it does end and when I open my I manage to whisper thank you as I see his arm quiver with readiness. "Forgive me." the executioner says as he starts to pull the LEVER. "I do" "You know you almost were able to stop the execution single-handedly, just with those eyes." "I never though this could be so intense." "You do look sexy standing there, and that kiss was your best ever." "Flattery will get you nowhere. Now please release me. This noose is getting tighter by the second, and my wrists have gone numb from these silly handcuffs" "All right, all right, but it will cost you a kiss." "Oh , all right. I love you" "I love you too" The quiet creaking from the trapdoor grew suddenly louder as he stood on it, kissing his lovely new bride. Neither heard the change in the tone, but the sudden snap of the breaking trap door got their attention.