#choking

I also love being a kept pet for a bunch of horny fucks who occasionally take delight in only fucking my mouth and making me hump their leg or a pillow to cum, while I’m gagging and choking on cock.

The more desperate I get, they might take pity on me, maybe fucking me in the ass and leaving my cunt untouched entirely instead. I try to touch myself and they cuff my hands to the chair, thrusting away but paying no attention to my clit; since I couldn’t come from humping a pillow, I’ll just have to come from the gagging and anal alone.

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CNC/hard choking/breathplay -

Normally not a fan of more aggressive themes but I am thinking about someone pinning me down and choking me whatever way they please, cock stuffed into my pussy or my ass, and telling me, “you can breathe when I’m done with you” - meaning they’re going to choke me until they come, which could be seconds or a few long minutes.

Just one hand gripped around my throat while the other gropes me and grabs at my hips so they can pound me roughly; or maybe they haul me up by my collar instead, or even wrap something else around my throat and yank just enough to tighten it up. Shoelaces, a phone cable. Maybe instead it’s just my mouth taped firmly shut, and something as simple as a clothespin on my nose cutting off all my air while I squirm and struggle.

[ do NOT respond with hardcore/violent fantasies or comments, please!!! This is all for rough sexy fun, nothing darker than that. ]

More public use/cnc/rough choking-breathplay, maybe drugging, dubcon, hole abuse, piss, ling post:

Sitting in someone’s lap with a huge strap stuffed and buried in my ass, short skirt, panties tugged aside enough to access my hole, pussy covered, maybe some nice tit bondage, or a corset to make that hug cock feel even tighter deep inside my guts. But the real fun is someone securing a lengthy dildo into my mouth, sliding it down my throat and locking it into place with a mouth harness. I’d have enough room to breathe so long as I was sitting just so, but craning my neck or bending over would make it more difficult.

Even better: they use a chastity belt to lock the huge dildo inside of my ass, while also preventing me from pleasuring my pussy, then let me go to wander around a party or club or any other scenario where everyone would know I was available to tease, and where it could happen anywhere, even out in the open.

All sorts of people teasing me. Someone playing with my nipples, putting sensitivity cream on them, grinding against my ass. Or plugging my nose and waiting until I start writhing in desperation for air to release me. Cinching my corset further and further. Even finding a pair of painfully high heels and strapping them on to watch me wobble unsteadily while they plan what to do to me next. Shoving a thigh between my legs, the chastity belt keeping me from getting any real pleasure out of it, but still turned on by the thought and humping desperately.

Maybe after a few hours of being used and (teasingly) abused, my owner finds me and strips everything off in one sitting. Corset off, chastity belt, any clamps and clips and goodies people have added, both dildos. Suddenly I’d be a sopping wet throbbing mess, completely empty and dizzy with the relief; then my owner blindfolds me, hauls me off to a private room, places me on the bed and posts a sign on the door that says “Free Use Pet - Come Inside” with a couple of minimal limits posted below. Then they leave, with the whole club now free to fuck me as they please.

It would turn into hours of being fucked and shared, between a dozen or more people over the evening. After a while a new cock plunging down my throat every twenty minutes would be normal, feeling someone take advantage of my loose ass to stuff their fist in me at the same time. Someone finds the corset and puts it back on me, cinching it tight enough to make me gasp. A few rounds in and all I’d be able to do was nod and agree to anything, too blissed out and fuzzy to know up from down anymore. They have to take my blindfold off because my poor little brain can’t tell how much is too much, so when someone chokes me or buries their cock in my throat they all watch until my eyes roll back so they know when to let me breathe again. Maybe there’s something in the water they give me between spurts if being railed, or maybe it’s just endorphins from being forced to orgasm over and over uncontrollably. Maybe it’s the constant praise and compliments too, about what a good pet I am, how pretty I look all ruined, how good my holes feel. I’d be oozing so much come, drooling, squirting if they forced me to, just a wet sloppy mess covered in bite marks and hand shaped bruises and streaks of seed dripping down my tits.

Lots of pictures and a few more cumloads pumped into and onto me later, I’d finally be done, corset stripped off and loose and delirious after having served so many; I’d be scooped up and deposited into the master bathroom for a very thorough cleaning, just to ensure I’m ready to rest properly….and prepare for the next night.

Choking- I am all the air you need

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.

My kind of foreplay … breathtaking