Showing posts with label breath play. Show all posts
Showing posts with label breath play. Show all posts

Sunday, December 29, 2013

No Air....

***DISCLAIMER***
********I have put off writing a post about solely this topic for a while. This is one of those things where reading a blog entry about the topic is NO WHERE near enough research into the topic. This is the experience from MY view point, from slave headspace, This is in NO WAY a how-to and is in NO WAY a "go ahead" to do this. This entry is intentionally devoid of instructions. I say this now, I do NOT know how to do this activity, I only know how to receive it. This is a combination of my thoughts and feelings over many years and many different sessions with this activity. Master has studied this activity at great length, has communicated with me during the early years of our journey with this activity, and has specific parameters under which He will do this activity. I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS IF YOU IGNORE THIS DISCLAIMER AND IT HAS DIRE CONSEQUENCES. THIS ACTIVITY CAN BE LIFE THREATENING AND CAN, AND HAS, KILL IF DONE INCORRECTLY. THIS IS NOT A HOW-TO AND DOES NOT REPLACE YOUR OWN RESEARCH, COMMUNICATION, AND LEARNING.********

I gasp for breath as He removes His hand, my head floating and fuzzy, my body still trembling from the powerful orgasm I just had. The enormity of His power over me is a rush in itself. All of the stress of daily life fades away when His hand comes close to my throat and He stares into my eyes.
The eye contact itself is a rush, just knowing what is coming adds to the feeling of excitement. I don't speak, I don't want to break the magic. My mind wheels as He beings His hand around my throat again and squeezes, my head spins as, off in the distance, I hear the snap of the fingers of His other hand and I explode, the sensations of the peak magnified with the lack of oxygen.
My body stiffens as I see the leather in His hand. He has never used the belt on my front. He looks at me and I hear three little words, all of them punctuated, "Eyes. On. Me." Despite my apprehension, a typical response to a new experience, I trust Him completely, and my body obeys His order, my eyes locking onto His. He lowers the belt, not to strike, but instead gently wraps i9t around my throat. I breathe deeply, unsure what is coming, what His intentions are. Looking deeply into my eyes, seeing straight through to my very soul, He tightens the belt around my throat. The sudden loss of breath is surprising but thrilling. I feel His power over me and I am instantly on edge, the other sensations in my body heightened. His fingers dance on my skin as my head fuzzes. He lets the belt loosen, and I am able to breathe again, I take a few quick, deep breaths before He tightens it again, My head spins, but I keep my eyes on Him, my skin alive under His fingers.
Again, He loosens the belt and again I breathe deeply, the belt left loose around my throat for a few minutes, just the feel of it there is now thrilling. He slides into me, first my mouth, gagging me with His length. The breath restriction from His girth combined with the feel of the still loose leather around my throat exciting me to no end. I am on the edge of oblivion, my body ready to explode, only needing the order. Obeying His previous order, my eyes remain locked with His. He moves from my mouth and picks up the end of the belt again, tugging on it slightly. Simultaneously, I feel Him slam into me to the hilt, tug the belt tighter, and snap His fingers, sending my oversensitive body over the edge. My body tingles, my ass still raw from the the belt's previous activity scraping along the carpet and I feel it even more than usual because of the combination of the orgasm and heightening of my sensations from the lack of breath. He joins me in the peak, dropping the end of the belt He held, letting it loosen, as I drift into space.
The head spinning and dizzying effect of the play, the heady feeling of His power over the decision if I live or die, the total trust in Him, His look deeply through my eyes and into my soul. We get a lot out of breath play and it is  a big part of our intimacy with each other. We have practiced for years and He can read my body and my needs and knows my body cues. I trust Him with my life, and breath play is the most immediately dangerous to life activity you can engage in. I do NOT suggest that everyone does it and do NOT suggest that someone take part in breath play the first time they are intimate with each other. While it is called Breath Play, there is NO play involved in the activity.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Christmas Vacation Fun (late posting, sorry)

Ok, so Master was home for the entire week from Christmas to New Years and we had some fun, lol.
One night, He took me into the living room and cut my clothes away (they were older clothes so He didn't ruin anything new, lol). When He got to my bra and panties, He was teasing me with th eknife, dragging teh blade along my skin, taunting me, making me shiver and all that jazz, it was awesome! Once He had me naked, He used His belt along my skin, teasing me. He withdrew it, making me thinkg He was going to strike, but brought it back to carress. After a few minutes of that, He withdrew the belt and had me look into His eyes from my position kneeling on the floor (I am always kneeling during play time, lol). Next thing I knew, His belt was around my throat! He has been researching and talking to people who take breath play to this point for a while without me knowing. With the command to not look away from His eyes, He tightened the belt. Turns out, having me look into His eyes had a purpose (to help Him avoid trouble). He alternated between using the belt and His hand to choke me for quite a while, getting me close to orgasm.
After He was done choking, He told me to get on my hands and knees, which I did. The belt returned to my back and ass, carressing, withdrawing and returning. Eventually, I got a belting like I have never gotten before! By the end of it, I had welts on my ass and thighs, even one on my chest! When I asked why after, He gave a very Gorean answer "Because it pleased Me, what is it said about curiousity in slaves?" (The answer? That it is not very becoming, lol, that exchange set up yet another scene that I will share later, lol)