Our little marriage shouts at the walls coming closer every night. We giggle in cries and laugh in tears. I think of you and you speak of me. It’s nothing like how it should be. But we’re both afraid of ending things. So we choose to suffocate, inch by inch, breath by breath –yours into mine. It’s a tragedy.
Whilst you kiss my heel, I’ll wrap MY silk around your neck. You’ll feel it’s/MY loving embrace as I pull it tight. I want you to pull against ME as you adore my heels, feel the slinky silk wrapped around your neck. I want you to show ME your true love for my heels and your total and utter submission. I’ll decide when you can stop……
Mmmmmmmm….Darling….you’re oh so gorgeous, sexy and yummy. Your pussy is dripping and flowering with excitement. I think it’s time for you to be airtight…..!
Mmmmmmmm…..I’ll roll the dice now to see how long you’ve got to last before I remove the bag. The second dice is the number of times you have to be bagged.
Oooo….4 and 5….that’s 30x4 = 2 minutes bagged and repeating 5 times.
The sand rubs their sunburnt skin raw, and the dust is suffocating and all encompassing. Their eyes burn with dry tears. Moreover, sand fills their wounds, packing them with a bacteria-infested filling that will surely cause an infection if left untreated.
This ain’t your average Castys torture It’s set in a collab between me and @galaxywhump where Castys is stuck on SV-240 in the care of Motherfucking Daniel Rooney along with Wren (if you aren’t familiar with her series this is your sign to go read it pls thx (or at least read the synopsis so this makes a lil more sense ehe)) So uh yeah Daniel and Wren and the whole universe belong to Marti Castys just got reverse-isekai’d into it alrighty baby-
Ingredients: buried alive, immortal whumpee, suffocation, some head trauma and cracked ribs, starvation mention, muzzle, there is some dirt in the ol’ eyeballs, claustrophobia vibes (like Castys does not have claustrophobia but he is def in that kinda situation ya dig (omg im so funny)), worm on boy shenanigans but with extra spice
Castys wished he could at least find a comfortable position, but that was pretty hard with his wrists tied tightly behind his back, and the muzzle strapped to his face wasn’t helping matters either. Because god forbid he talk to himself while he was trapped in a fucking closet. And the worst part was, this wasn’t even the big boy punishment! Daniel, Danibus, Danimal, the dumb stupid Dan Man, had literally just tossed him in here with the verbose command to “wait” and left him to stew like a pot of soup. Castys wasn’t really stewing, though he was kind of hungry, now that he thought about it, because “unkillable vermin” don’t need to eat much, apparently. He was learning so many cool new things about his biology while he was stuck in this other world!
When the door opened, he was relieved for a second, because his boredom was over, but then he saw Daniel and remembered everything about Daniel and what Daniel thought was fun, and he wished he could ask him to just shut that door again, oh please mister sir Daniel sir I’ll be the goodest best boy for you if you’d just shut that so I don’t have to see your face for another half hour. Alas, he could not speak, so all he could do was stumble along as Daniel yanked him to his feet by the ring of his collar and pulled him out into the backyard. Wren was there, refusing to look him in the eye, covered in dirt and…and holding a shovel. There was a large pile of dirt next to him, too, and that meant…oh.
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
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
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
You might remember from our discussion of why cats enjoy crinkle noises that many cats enjoy playing with plastic bags. A number of cats even enjoy chewing on plastic bags and other bags (chips and other snack bags, cat food bags, etc.) . There are 3 deadly dangers associated with these seemingly innocent bags: suffocation, choking, and bowel obstruction. I have been guilty of putting away the…
