Not choking – strangled.
Last night, with His cock buried in my cunt and His hand wrapped tightly around my throat. My own hands lay unrestrained and limp at my sides, the idea of reaching up to pull at the fingers locked around my throat not even entering my mind.
It’s interesting, the thoughts that type of surrender allows. I can become so much more focused on the sensation rather than the fear, quelling the rising panic to identify and feel each passing second. Live it in each excruciating detail as the seconds tick by in agonizing slowness.
I notice how the very second His hand brushes against my throat, I instinctively inhale in a great gasping rush, filling my lungs before He blocks it off.
I notice when He presses down hard, pinning me by my neck to the mattress under me, I pull up a mental picture of a butterfly pinned to a board.
I notice that my body goes still and quiet as there is no use flailing around, wasting precious oxygen. His hand, and the arm it is attached to, is stone, solid and unmoving.
I notice the bright blooming pain that fills my throat. Scary pain, sharp pain, the kind that makes my eyes water. Pain that I can still feel today with each labored swallow.
I notice how my face begins to feel hot and swollen as His squeezing fingers restrict the circulation. I hear a rushing in my ears, feel pressure inside my head, my lips gasp open and my eyes fall shut and my chest begins to burn, my lungs screaming out the need for air.
I try to squeak out a moan, and I cannot. I try to swallow, and I cannot. I try to wiggle.. and I cannot. And that’s when He leans in, just when fear bursts open in my belly, pressing just a bit harder as He lies on top of me until His lips find my ear and His voice penetrates the roar in my head and He starts fucking me, hard and fast, using my neck as a handle to bounce me up and down and still He squeezes and squeezes and tells me to come, come now, come hard if I want to breathe -
And there’s just a moment of I-can’t, oh-my-God-I-can’t-come-I’m-dying panic that fills me and it’s then, and only then, only when the full depravity of being choked and fucked half to death and liking it, wanting it, slams into me that an orgasm chases right on it’s heels and it’s only then, after Master feels the rhythmic pulsing of my climax twitching around His buried cock that He lets go of my neck, and light and air and clarity floods back in.
He smiles and pets me as I heave in ragged breaths and blink tears from my watering eyes. He coos in my ear and bites at my nipples and smacks at my sweaty skin, leaving bright red handprints on my flesh. His palms meet my cheeks in a rapid succession of cracks, first one side and then the other, my hair whipping into my mouth and into my eyes as my head rocks from side to side, until my jaw and my teeth ache and I cry out.
Finally satisfied with the tears and the sweat, the tousled hair, the deep red ring around my neck and the handprints across my body, pleased with the look in my eyes and the compliant form lying in front of Him – He comes Himself, and we lay for a moment in a tangled mess of limbs and trickling wetness and rapid breathing.
The toybox was never opened. Not a rope or a cuff or a crop in sight. Yet today I bear the marks anyway. Tiny red dots are scattered across my neck, my cheeks and surround my eyes. My eyes themselves are puffy and bloodshot. My throat burns. My nipples and my cunt are throbbing.
Please, Sir, may I have some more?
~cunt
Tags: breathplay, pictures, sadism
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Thursday June 19th, 2008 10:30am
Mmmmmmmmmm. Petechiae. Yummy little spots. I have a few blood vessels in my face that are permanently blown out…fucking hot.
This has to be one of my favorite/least favorite things, strangulation.
Research question, lol. Do you find that it screws with your sinuses? I know there’s an anatomy lesson here but whenever Master does this to me, either with his hands or rope or stockings or whatever, and makes me go night-night, my nose gets REALLY stuffy.
What’s the correlation?
~a turned on magpie
I wonder if it’s a swelling of the sinus tissue or something? Hell if I know..lol. I’m not a doctor, I just play one online (tee hee)
Okay, leaving aside your tale, which is obviously one of the hottest things ever, WOW, look at you in that thong-th-thong-thong-thong! Phwaor!
very hot girl.. very hot! and absolutely hot picture of you!
hugs,
Hisflower
Kaya, great post, very lucid.
Love the picture.
Just popping my head in the door, to let you know that I’m still around.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Kaya,
That was really cool. I recently included soem breathplay in one of my stories and I had the same idea of surrender and acceptance, the refusing to try to pull the hands away. My character grabbed the hands to hold on to and pull them closer, but it’s the same thing. Very very cool. I may steal some of your imagery next time, assuming my editor doesn’t go ballistic on me for including it in my stories.
Dave
PS want to start a pool on how many comments it takes before someone rants about how “irresponsible” you are for describing such a “dangerous” activity?
Dave
Damn kaya that was irresponsible and dangerous.
you came first.
lol…
LOL. He TOLD me to!
“only when the full depravity of being choked and fucked half to death and liking it, wanting it, slams into me …”
Yep. That’s it, right on the nose. It’s an unequal balance – for me – between liking the act itself more, or the sheer depravity of it.
And yeah, I have to jump on the bandwagon – hot as hell, both the scene and the picture. You look fabulous, darling
:-*
(And I’m very sorry about not calling yet, baby – between Jonathan, appointments and my mother, it’s been crazy. Tomorrow or Monday, I promise
Holy shit! You looked HOT. And that first line is so perfect.
Ok i’m horny now.
love the bra and panty set. I need to buy me some new ones.
WOW after reading this Sir’s going to get fucked hard tonight.
THANK YOU
His mija~
I adore the bra and panty set
You’re a total hottie, hun!
Hi sweetie!
Posts like this is what keeps me wanting more of you!
I love it! Please tell your Mr. That He’s Fabulous!
Always reading…
LMP
What a heart wrenching description… I’m hot and bothered now! The pic is sweetly submissive! i love it when events occur without toys that are even more tolling then with them!
~vie
I’ve never been able to cum on demand and would have probably just ended up dying.
very sexy post!
Lovely post finished with a lovely picture.
You look so gorgeous in that pic and love the underwear.
Jess x
Dear one, I have been reading your blog for about three years now, and I must say, that the photo of you, in that sexy little panty and bra, was just about the best one you have ever posted. Damn, you look GOOD! May your Master wear your ass out, but in the best possible way,
the Prof
Thanks for the post. It gives me courage.
very nice picture hon – sexy panties
Now this is a post that reaches into my soul. Very, very hot. You turned me on, you (lucky) brat
)
i like the whimsical tone of your words… how awesome it must have been… i imagine the flashbacks will be just as wonderful as the actual pinnacle moment…
xoxx
toy
Hey, quick question.
Do you ever get swollen lymph nodes from something like this? M was choking me the other day, and his thumb caught my neck harder than he had intended, and my lymph node is all angry and pouty now.
Mostly, I was just checking to see if there’s anything else I can do besides a hot compress. =p
Yeah, and it can take a LONG time to go away, too. I’ve never tried the hot compress treatment, actually I don’t know what kind of treatment would help, if any. You could always call the doc and say ‘hey doc? my boyfriend was choking me…’ *snicker*
Yarr, you and my mom both said the same thing (though I told Mom that M and I were wrestling, lol).
I’ve been finding the hot compress treatment helps a little, but I guess I’m mostly just gonna have to suck it up.
Serves M right, I can’t quite get my mouth open enough to take his cock. =p
Thanks!