Breath Play

I stood between the beds, my hands crossed behind my back. He’d had me bring his belt to him and it was a movie moment as I’d pulled it from the loops of his pants. It was slow, exaggerated in my mind and each time it slide free it was like the clack of the rollercoaster right before the first plunge. I couldn’t hand it to him, instead laying it across the foot of the bed like an offering.

I sat when he bade me to, scooting back as far as I could. When he pushed me onto my back it was uncomfortable but it was a small thing compared to the trepidation I felt.

“You need to listen very carefully to what I say or you can get hurt. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir”

I lay sideways on the bed shivering with anticipation. He stood over me at the foot of the bed and when he spoke, he looked into my eyes, making sure I knew the gravity of the situation. He’d wanted to know what I wanted, what I wished for him to do to me. It took everything I had, but I sent him this.

“You asked me what i wanted, what i hoped for. i can honestly tell You that i don’t think about it often, partially because it is difficult for me, partially because i trust in You to know what i need. i realize that this is lazy in some part. You want to know what i want… i want You to put Your hands around my neck and lose Yourself in the power of complete control. i want to trust in the fact that You won’t hurt me and if You do, there was a reason for that too. Marks, fuck it… i’m in a dangerous mood. If i could have anything, it would be the outline of your hands around my throat. But then, that’s why You’re in charge, because when i am with You, i don’t think clearly.”

Master slid a plastic bag over my face and I panicked for just a moment. The belt held tight and I couldn’t move more than to toss my head but it was futile. My struggle was short lived as he plunged into my pussy stroking hard. I built immediately but the panic crept back in and my mind rebelled. It was then that I heard my Master’s voice.

He told me to open my mouth, wide. The logical part of me screamed but I focused on his voice and did as I was told. At the last moment when I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pass out or cum, he bit a hole in the plastic allowing me to gasp sweet, cool air. His voice pierced everything again, demanding that I cum but I was already there.  It was as if the cool air sucking into my lungs kept going through my body. The more I drank in, the more it poured out of me as I came.