Him, hooded, collared, tied, gagged - only the holes under the nostrils making the difference between being vulnerable and suffocating. He can hear his own heartbeat, the blood rushing through his veins, his scarce bodily hair standing on top, his skin, damp from sweat, registering every movement of air.
He is exposed, so exposed, so vulnerable.
He stirs under my gentle touches, under my fingertips brushing up and down his thighs, sometimes “accidentally” touching his cum filled balls. That’s when his cock, my cock, twitches manic in its cage.
I will claim him as my bitch, my slut, my whore, fuck his tight arse with my strap on. He knows this, because we both crave the same thing - my conquering of his body as much as his mind. My fucking and stretching of his boy pussy, with my fingers, my hand, my girl cock. But not yet. Later. When he thinks I’m done with him, when he believes I have forgotten about it. Later.
First, his nipples. His beautiful pink joy buds. I circle them with my fingers for a while, pinching lightly before adding little bites. I can tell from his muffled moans and his leaking cock how much he likes this. But it’s not enough, today I want to overload his senses. It’s time for the clamps, and to be honest with you, I almost feel physical pain myself when their little teeth bite into his sensitive skin. He will take the pain. For me. And maybe because he’s a little pain slut. It does not matter, because I decide when, where and how. My rules.
As the clamps dig into his flesh and he realises what’s happening to him, his body convulses. I give him a few seconds to adjust, slowly caressing his face over the hood while blowing cool breath on his nips.
“Are you ok my love?” I ask, my lips almost touching the leather of his hood. He can hear me and nods. “Talk to me my boy” … “Yff, yff m k” - I have learnt to understand what he says into his gag. I caress his hood again, kissing it on the forehead, both cheeks, over the gag. We love this intimacy.
My lips close around his nose and immediately his body tenses. So vulnerable. Then he realises I’m breathing for both of us and starts inhaling my breath. He is now literally clinging onto me for sheer life. So much responsibility. So much trust. So much intimacy. I got you, babe, don’t worry.
As he calms and eases into my rhythm, my hands find the clamps and start toying with them - more distraction, more sensual overload for him. He sucks the air out of me, breathing heavily as I slowly start pulling the nipple chain.
More cage twitching, more leaking. I smile, happy and proud, and release my lips from around his nose. I grant him a few seconds of fresh air supply.
“You are a good boy, aren’t you?” He nods “yff, yrs” (“yes, yours” - sweet, huh?) “And do you like being at my mercy like that?” Vigorous nod “yff, yff I d..” More caressing of his face through the leather hood, more slight pulling of the nipple chain. Instant reaction in the cage, rivers of delicious cock tears oozing out of the metal bars restraining his erection. “I will show you what truly being at my mercy feels like …”
And with that I place the palm of my hand under his chin, pushing his lower jaw upwards, harder into the gag inside the hood, while my fingers close around the nostrils and block all of his oxygen supply off.
I can see his internal fight to remain calm. He has literally no way out of this if I don’t let him.
At my mercy - he now understands the full impact of these three words.
“Ssshhh, calm” I reassure him. “You’re mine and you’re safe!”
This is so beautiful. To lose choice over the most basic of survival instincts - for the decision over whether to breathe or not to breathe to become hers…
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PVC Slut Bitch Plastic Bag Hooded forced Breath control after Proper abandoned Sissy storage of PatsyPVC Cock Sucking PVC Sissy Fetish Bondage Slut got chain bondage tied up and tethered, ballgagged and filmed.
Sissy Slut Bitch got abandoned for the day… now Plastic Bag Hood training until summoned for Slut Cock Sucking and Anal duties….
PVC Slut Bitch Plastic Bag Hooded forced Breath control after Proper abandoned Sissy storage of PatsyPVC Cock Sucking PVC Sissy Fetish Bondage Slut got chain bondage tied up and tethered, ballgagged and filmed.
Sissy Slut Bitch got abandoned for the day… now Plastic Bag Hood training until summoned for Slut Cock Sucking and Anal duties….
Her resistance had been cute at first, but in the end, he’d decided it had to go. And so he watched over her as the toy inside her buzzed in sync with the audio track through the earbuds, waiting for her to be remade.
I remember once asking cookie A.K.A. @bimbodreams how Mr. C went about hypnotizing her and conditioning her. she was a little far gone already by this point, so she was not as articulate as she once was, so she couldn’t really describe it too well. But she said that it had to do a lot with sensory deprivation, like being in a dark room (for them it was their bathroom), while being subjected to His words and her mantras. I have to think that something like this would take the conditioning to a whole new and accelerated level.
Safety note: Both breath play/breath restriction and latex vac beds/vac body bags can be extremely dangerous if not done properly without taking appropriate safety precautions. Do not attempt without properly educating yourself about how to do so safely.
muzzle or duct tape gag // drowning in a tank or suffocating in an airtight room // tight collar or neck shackle // oxygen mask or water boarding // crushed trachea or collapsed lung // aerosolized poison or smoke inhalation // buried alive or sealed in an airless vault // asthma attack or paralyzed lungs // hyperventilation or breath holding // tape over mouth and nose or smothered with a pillow // coughing or wheezing // clawing at own throat or struggling weakly // denied air as punishment or torture by asphyxiation // strangled or hanged // suffocated with magic or asphyxiated with a plastic sheet // garroted or choked
A young man who has been abducted by a psychopath. Bonded with rope whole body densely. There is no way to jingle Or someone to help. He is in the hands of death.
Was tortured Whether it is a tape. Or a plastic bag covered his head hot and sweat flooding him every poop every molecule suffering the whole body. In addition, they were tied up and packed with rapppas throughout the body. What will he do next? I have to wait for the fate of the water bender.
Fuckin horny. Would love to have this lad bagged up and ready to play with
Just added to the Members Section - Femdom Rubber Breathplay Pt 1 - Forced Smoking
Mistress Julie Simone has a slave tied on his back with his legs open while dressed in head to toe rubber / latex : latex pants, a latex shirt, latex socks, latex gloves and a rubber hood with the tiniest of holes through which he is to breathe. The scene opens with him alone, struggling to get air while the hood sucks to his face whenever he tries to breathe in. Mistress Julie enters in a fabulous latex dress with a ruffled high neck and long sleeves, wrist length latex gloves, and a hood. Julie puts Her hands over his mouth hole to make things more difficult for him, before shoving a clear straw into his hole. She lights up a Virginia Slims 120s cigarette and forces the smoke down his hungry lungs. Julie controls when he breathes, if he breathes, if he gets smoky air or fresh air. When the cigarette is finished the Sadistic Mistress lights up a 2nd Virginia Slims 120s cigarette and the fun continues.
It is a cold winter Sunday. The world outside is peacefully muffled under a layer of freshly fallen snow.
Indoors, hot steam clouds the windows and delicate bubbles envelope our naked bodies as we lower ourselves into the warm bath facing each other.
Naturally, my feet find their way into your lap, then higher, onto your chest and finally into your mouth. It is like a gravitational pull, an attraction we can neither rationalise nor fight. And why would we, when my soles fit onto your face so beautifully, when my foot fits into your mouth so neatly.
A tender kiss on my toes, that is how it usually starts. Playful sucking on my toe ring. Passionate licking of my soles from heel to toes again and again, before, eventually and inevitably, my foot pushes between your lips. It doesn’t stop there, for I push harder, deeper into your mouth, the other foot hooked behind your neck, pulling you closer, inescapably wedged between my feet. Your eyes are wide open, your breath is laboured, choking. My voice coaxing “Can you feel my toes in your throat?” you nod. “Gag for me, because I won’t stop!”
When I eventually let go, my feet are wet not from the bath but instead dripping with your saliva that you immediately clean off with your tongue before we both sink back into the warm water, our eyes locked. For a while, we enjoy the comfort our bath offers in silence, my feet now resting in your lap.
But of course neither of us can help ourselves. Not long, and you start gently rolling your hips against my feet while I shift my weight onto them, and thus into you, squashing the hardness of your arousal. Rather than avoiding the pressure, you lean into it, desperately rocking against me, caught in limbo between pleasure and pain while sliding lower into the water.
Before we know it, I sit on your legs, one foot on your windpipe, the other on your face. And yet, it’s not enough, for I am so intoxicated by the power I have over you, all I want is more of it.
“Do you trust me?” I ask. Your eyes speak volumes even before the words “Yes, my Queen, yes, I trust You” reach my ears.
You did not expect what happens next.
You did not expect my toes to cover your nose, water tight, air tight.
You did not expect to be submerged and held under water for longer than a few seconds.
And least of all you expected the experience to send you spinning into subspace through wave after wave of arousal.
I can see your inner fight, your conflict.
I can see how you clench your fists and tense your body before consciously deciding to give in.
I know you cannot make out the words I’m saying, but I tell you you are safe with me regardless.
You relax. You lean back into the water, into me. You surrender. And boy, do I love my control over you!
I watch your every reaction and when you start tensing again, I whisper, more for my own benefit “Just a while longer”, slowly counting to five before releasing my grip on you. You emerge, heaving, and yet the first words you utter are “Thank You”.
I know enough about the laws of physics to understand water and electricity don’t go together, and yet the air is so charged I would not be surprised to see sparks fly.
“Again!” I manage to say and you immediately take a deep breath before we repeat, me still sitting on your legs, my feet pushing your head under water. Only this time, our fingers entwine and I catch myself rolling my hips against you.
This is not a game of how long you can hold your breath. This is you trusting me to take care of you. This is our intimacy of me controlling even the most basic of your physical needs. This is our division of power: my total control, your total surrender.
A third time follows, before I shift position and lift your head out of the water, my face mere inches from yours.
“Who owns the air you breathe?” I whisper.
“You do, my Queen” you reply, panting.
Tenderly yet seriously I continue “And who decides whether or not you get to breathe?”
His little moans, muffled between my thighs, got me slowly back to reality. My hand was still resting on his head, my fingers in his hair, and despite having just licked me to the fifth orgasm in a row he was still lapping and sucking at my pussy like he was starving. I smiled, happy and content and slightly pulled him away by his hair. As he looked up at me, I could see the juices of my squirt dripping off his chin while he eagerly licked the remnants off his fingers. Such a talented boy. I sat up, caressing his face, taking in the beauty of his naked body kneeling between my legs on the hardwood floor. His arched back, the outline of his firm buttocks, a thin layer of sweat making his skin glisten in the warm flickering light cast by the fireplace. “What is that?” I asked, pointing at the wet puddle on the floor between his legs. He blushed (oh how I love when he does that!) and explained how giving me pleasure caused his caged cock to cry rivers of precum. I guess the fact that he hadn’t cum in three weeks was a helping factor, too. I bent forward and covered my fingers in his sticky juice, cutting off a strand dangling from his cage, his hot skin fighting the cold metal bars. My other hand I placed around his jaw, pulling him closer so I could smear his juices on his lips. “Subby lipstick” as I like to call it. However, tonight I was not doing a very tidy job, three fingers rubbing his sweet lube over his mouth, my left thumb and index pressed his jaw open (not that this greedy slut needed any encouragement), the sticky fingers of my right hand venturing deeper inside him, fucking his throat. While he greedily sucked his juice off my fingers, my hand around his jaw relaxed and wandered deeper, closing over his throat and windpipe. I could feel his body tensing under my touch, his throat clenching around my fingers that now were fucking his mouth as deep as I could possibly get. That gagging, clenching, convulsing feeling around my fingers paired with the mixture of arousal and fear in his eyes as my grip on his windpipe hardened were almost enough to send me over the edge again. “You are such a greedy slut, can’t get enough of this, can you?” I coaxed. His caged cock twitched madly in response, dripping more and more of his delicious precum. In those moments when he completely gives himself to me, at my mercy, trusting me to take care of him and to know how far I can go with choking him, I want him more than I can possibly put into words. Slowly, I pulled my fingers out of his mouth, loosened the grip on his throat, and while he gasped for breath, heaving, smiling happily, I leaned in for a long overdue wet kiss, tasting the remnants of my juices as well as his on his luscious lips.
I have him hooded, collared, tied, gagged - only the holes under the nostrils make all the difference between being vulnerable and suffocating.
He can hear his own heartbeat, the blood rushing through his veins, his scarce bodily hair standing on top. His skin, damp from sweat, registers every movement of air.
He is exposed, so exposed, so vulnerable.
He stirs under my gentle touches, under my fingertips brushing up and down his thighs, sometimes “accidentally” touching his cum filled balls. That’s when his cock twitches manically in its cage.
I will take him, mount him, claim him as mine. He knows this, because we both crave the same thing - my conquering of his body as much as his mind.
But not yet. Later. When he thinks I’m done with him, when he believes I have forgotten about it. Later.
First, his nipples. His beautiful pink joy buds.
I circle them with my fingers for a while, pinching lightly before adding little bites. I can tell from his muffled moans and his leaking cock how much he likes this.
But it’s not enough, today I want to overload his senses. It’s time for the clamps, and to be honest with you, I almost feel physical pain myself when their little teeth bite into his sensitive skin.
He will take the pain. For me. And maybe because he’s a little pain slut. It does not matter, because I decide when, where and how. My rules.
As the clamps dig into his flesh and he realises what’s happening to him, his body convulses. I give him a few seconds to adjust, slowly caressing his face over the hood while blowing cool breath on his nips.
“Are you ok my love?” I ask, my lips almost touching the leather of his hood. He can hear me and nods.
“Talk to me my boy” … “Yff, yff m k” - I have learnt to understand what he says into his gag.
I caress his hood again, kissing it on the forehead, both cheeks, over the gag. We love this intimacy.
My lips close around his nose and immediately his body tenses. So vulnerable. Then he realises I’m breathing for both of us and starts inhaling my breath.
He is now literally clinging onto me for sheer life. So much responsibility. So much trust. So much intimacy. I got you, babe, don’t worry.
As he calms and eases into my rhythm, my hands find the clamps and start toying with them - more distraction, more sensual overload for him. He sucks the air out of me, breathing heavily as I slowly start pulling the nipple chain.
More cage twitching, more leaking. I smile, happy and proud, and release my lips from around his nose.
I grant him a few seconds of fresh air supply.
“You are a good boy, aren’t you?” He nods “yff, yrs” (“yes, yours” - sweet, huh?)
“And do you like being at my mercy like that?”
Vigorous nod “yff, yff I d..”
More caressing of his face through the leather hood, more slight pulling of the nipple chain. Instant reaction in the cage, rivers of delicious precum (“cock tears” as I like to call them) dripping out of the metal bars restraining his erection.
“I will show you what truly being at my mercy feels like …”
And with that I place the palm of my hand under his chin, pushing his lower jaw upwards, harder into the gag inside the hood, while my fingers close around the nostrils and block all of his oxygen supply off.
I can see his internal fight to remain calm. He has literally no way out of this if I don’t let him.
At my mercy - he now understands the full impact of these three words.
“Ssshhh, calm” I reassure him. “You’re mine and you’re safe!”
Gorgeous Sealed in and Fully focussed on breathing through that small hole….she has no idea when or if the hood will be pulled off or not….she does know a roll of duct tape sits nearby!
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Im getting so turned on by this!! There are way too many things this guy endures that I love someone would do to me!!
Pure magic! So hot
Was jammert die dumme, nutzlose Sklavensau denn schon wieder rum? Ich bin nicht so gnädig und lasse dich so schnell wieder atmen! Solange du zappeln kannst, kommt die Badekappe bei mir nicht runter von deiner dummen Fresse!
