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BDSM erotica: Breath play

She watched as I wrapped tape around her hand. Her eyes followed my actions with a childlike interest that I found captivating. With one hand bound in the black tape I turned to the other, closing her fingers into a ball and wrapping them in a loose covering of saran. Starting far below her wrist, I wound the thin band of electrical tape around her, sealing her hand inside a plastic cocoon. Not once did she protest.

Leaving her hanging in the sling, I went to the far wall where the curtains were drawn. As I pulled them back to expose the mirror I saw her face light up at seeing her own reflection. Then she blushed, cheeks turning bright red and her eyes casting down to the floor.

“Look at yourself,” I told her.

Slowly she raised her eyes again. I wondered if she saw what I did: a beautiful woman suspended above the floor, her legs open wide to expose her bare sex, small breasts flattened on her chest, every bone in her skeleton shown in relief. The movement of her chest slowed as her breathing deepened.

Taking the bag from the table I stepped up behind her. She watched my reflection, her features relaxed and calm. How could she be calm?

As I pulled the bag over her head I watched her. Her hair was flattened against her forehead, her nose crushed against the plastic. She opened her mouth at the right moment, taking a deep breath. Further the bag went until her entire head was covered and the bag rested on her shoulders. I wound tape around the bottom, trapping her inside.

The seconds ticked by, marked by the large, loud clock on the wall. At first she didn’t move, preferring to hang limp in the sling with that calm expression large on her face. After fifteen seconds or so it started to fade. Fear was taking its place.

Relentlessly the clock marked the passing of time. Fear was growing to panic. She was turning her head left and right, trying to find a weakness in the tape that would let air through. I was better than that.

She started to struggle, pawing at the bag with her bound hands. As she breathed in the plastic moulded itself to her face, adding to her panic.

I stepped in between her legs, massaging her wet sex with fingers and thumb. She gasped, sucking plastic into her mouth that almost silenced her moans.

The deeper I went into her wet cunt, the more I rubbed her throbbing clit, the more she struggled. The more she struggled, the harder it was for her to breathe, adding to her excitement.

On the point between orgasm and terror I held her. Her eyes fixed on mine, desperation writ large in them. Then she came, squirting hot juices over my hand as her stomach convulsed in orgasm.

As the thrill of the orgasm passed she remember where she was and started to struggle for air. I reached forward, pulling the plastic away from her mouth and snipping a small hole with scissors. In a few seconds she was calm again, albeit still breathing heavily.

I wasn’t finished.

The damaged bag was pulled off and a fresh one replaced it. This time she knew to take a deeper breath and I trapped a little more air in the top of the bag for her. As I watched her slowly descend into her airless world I rubbed my cock, bringing it to life.

I could see she was trying to keep calm. Trying to regulate her breathing so she could last longer. It wouldn’t work.

When the tip of my cock touched her pussy she breathed in the bag. I pushed forward, sinking into her. My hand grabbed her throat, using it to hold her steady as I fucked her.

I fucked her hard. I went as deep into her as I could, pushing hard against her. So hard she screamed.

The harder I fucked the louder she screamed. I was robbing her of air, bringing her closer to the point she’d pass out. Maybe more.

I watched that beautiful face contorted and twisted in the bag. I watched her struggle for air. Her eyes pleaded for release and I wouldn’t give it to her. Her life was in my gift.

Her second orgasm was as strong as her first. Fuelled by the lack of oxygen, her whole body shook in a final spasm of pleasure.

I came hard, filling her with my hot cum. Seconds ticked away as I jerked into her, emptying my heavy sack.

My head swam a little. Taking a deep breath of my own I steadied myself, then reached for the scissors again. Carefully I pulled the bag from her head, cutting much of it off. She cried as oxygen flooded back into her body.

There I left her, limp in the sling, sobbing and wishing it hadn’t ended.

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