Choking

I have been choked out twice by Master. The first time, he came up behind me and put his arm around my waist and I leant back and we kissed. His arm came up around my throat and I sighed and kissed him again. Next thing I know I am being gently lowered to the floor. I freaked out slightly I couldn't figured out what happened. The last thing I could clearly remember was his arm around my waist. He reminded me of what happened and I melted. Mmmm
Second time was while fucking. When I came to, I was a bit vague and said "I think I disappeared for a minute there". He told me what happened and I nearly came without permission. Luckily I am very well trained.
 
I don't want to die but I get off on people thinking so little of my life that they play with it like it's their toy. I don't enjoy being choked, but the fear that rushes though my body when he wraps his powerful fingers around my slender throat is a rush I can't describe.
 
I don't want to die but I get off on people thinking so little of my life that they play with it like it's their toy. I don't enjoy being choked, but the fear that rushes though my body when he wraps his powerful fingers around my slender throat is a rush I can't describe.
i completely understand what you say deep in my being. that rush and feeling. but i do enjoy being choked. it's one of the quickest ways to get me in a sub mood
 
I don't want to die but I get off on people thinking so little of my life that they play with it like it's their toy. I don't enjoy being choked, but the fear that rushes though my body when he wraps his powerful fingers around my slender throat is a rush I can't describe.
With Master I don't get the fear reaction. With him being a retired nurse I know that I am very unlikely to die. Though, any other form of breath play freaks me out a little.with choking I'm not scared of not breathing because it's blood flow that makes you pass out so it's nice and quick. Apparently I smile while it's happening. When he stops my breath other ways, I have too much time to think and freak out. I'm getting better at not freaking out though.
 
I once saw a documentary about a group of professional Dominatrices in NYC. Of the many things that were depicted in that film which left me completely cold, the vignette about a millionaire executive who liked to be completely mummified in latex took the cake.

The latex suit in which he was trapped covered even his eyes, mouth, and nose. He was forced to breathe through two long thin tubes of the approximate diameter of a drinking straw. He could move neither his arms nor his legs. His hired "Mistress" repeatedly cut off his flow of air by bending the tubes closed. She, also, blew cigarrette smoke into the tubes and then stopped the ends so that her client/slave couldn't exhale.

The whole time that this little scene was playing out on the screen, I was wondering how long it would be until she accidentally killed someone. The whole erotic asphyxiation thing seems dangerous and foolish for all involved parties, IMO.
The heart wants what the heart wants, đŸ˜„
 
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