## thoughts on breathing

Post by tigon » Tue Dec 31, 2013 5:31 am

I wrote this for a very close friend/tie up buddy
The vibration nestled between her legs pulsed rhythmically with the music, barely audible through the water. It was a slow and methodical beat, reminiscent to the beating of a heart or slow deep breaths. She struggled to calm herself, the vibrations rocking her body, keeping her on the verge of explosive delight, but never quite enough. She could breathe, the small straw connecting her red lips to the surface, but slow deep breaths. Her vagina throbbed for penetration, her ass yearned to be entered; her mind being so consumed with sexual contemplation she would gladly take the ravishing of her orifices. She would suck cock as deep and hard as her governor could give her if it meant her coming to a climax. All she could do to maintain her sanity, aside from breathing, was to imagine the virtuoso her orgasm would be. Alas, she lay bound tightly in an elegant clawfoot bathtub, water above her head, just barely getting oxygen through a thin metal straw. Her arms binned to her sides and her wrists to her thighs, her legs spread open, as if offering an ever so welcome invitation into her succulent crevice, she lay their clutching every bit of air she could, knowing that if she allowed herself to enjoy the pulsating plaything nestled up against her clitoral bump of flesh she would likely lose the straw and have a rush of water in her lungs. She was fully invested in her Dom, trusting he would not let her suffer too much beyond her desires, but ultimately she was afraid. This fear kept her on the edge, her vagina burning to convulse and let go, but her mind wanting to breathe. As the seconds ticked by in pulse with the music, the consideration of drowning seemed more and more of her desire if it only meant a release from this godsend of a torture. As she gasped for air one last time, resolute to welcome a rush of water for a moment of pleasure she felt the straw removed and a hand clasp tightly over her mouth and nose. Struggling, screaming, squirming, she tried with all her helpless might for survival as he entered her. The pain, the sensation, the full body awareness that flowed through her with adrenaline sending every nerve afire was near enough to send her to a state of pure psychotic elation. Just as the world started to fade into darkness she erupted in the most violent and summit of an orgasm she had ever felt. And as her body went limp, her mind content with the rush of suffocating death that was yearning for her, he felt her body being lifted just slight enough to catch a small breath. She hear her lover whisper “get ready for round two.”