January 7, 2001
"Breathless"
This one, I admit, is a little extreme. I wouldn't really want it to happen, of
course, but the thought of it... That's another matter.
Lately I've imagined being spread-eagled in a bed. Chained by my wrists and
ankles to the four corners. I'm blindfolded and my lips are sealed with tape. My
Mistress slips into bed beside me. I can feel that she is nude even though I
cannot see her.
She whispers her intent into my ear. She's going to clip my nose, cutting off my
air. Then we'll make love. Once I've satisfied her, the clip will come off
allowing me to breathe. Despite my terror, her sexy voice and her plan arouses
me so when she puts the clip on my nose I am quite ready for what follows. She
is obviously aroused by this as well, because she is ready also as we begin. I
can't breathe at all and I'm starting to thrash a bit and panic. This turns her
on even more and I can hear it. I'm able to hold my breath pretty well and, in
her state, it only takes a minute or two for my Mistress to be satiated. With a
contented sigh she slips back to my side and caresses my chest, telling me that
I was wonderful. She still hasn't removed the clip though.
"In fact," she says, "That was so wonderful I don't think it could possibly be
repeated."
I feel her get out of the bed. She stands beside it for a moment, slipping on
her robe and tying the belt around her slim waist.
"Sweet dreams, pet." she says. With that, she leaves me to die.