I love asphyxia, and when by myself I like to tie my ankles together and tie the rope end of noose around a hook in the wall, the noose around my neck of course, and lean into it, choking myself out as I finger myself off.
My ex would sometimes hang me up by my breasts (cord tied very tightly around the base of each), felt as though they would be torn off of my chest.
Obviously I’ve never been hung (duh!), but I have the fantasy and desire.
I do have a daughter to consider, however.