Breath Play by Mind Fuck

Another sample of what I call "Tribute Writing"

Earlier this year, I was under the training of @SmartInnerVoice, who is highly adept as his style of Dominance.

For many weeks on a daily basis, our communications were intensely intuitive; I was able to take a desired concept of his and create a short based on his style of Dominance. I was not given limitations; my shorts were meant to emphasize the level of connection he required.

As with all my fiction, attached is my Disclaimer

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Duct Tape.

It binds my wrists to the chair arms. It binds my knees and ankles to the chair legs.

It blinds me.

It deafens me.

It mutes me.

My brain is only allowed to process olfaction.

I don’t need to use it to know you’re there. Your aura reaches out, touches mine, envelops mine.

Overpowers mine.

The details start making themselves known. Your pheromones cannot be hidden by your favorite soap or shampoo. My cunt instantly drips at your presence; I smell it’s sweet, musky fragrance. I start to salivate behind my gag. My nostrils flare as my lungs attempt to take in more oxygen in anticipation.

Your scent is stronger; you’re walking closer. At first contact with my clit, I flinch, only to attempt to wriggle closer to your fingers. The way your fingers move I can tell your laughing at my poor, pathetic body, how it reacts to your presence, how you have trained it for that response.

Your fingers leave my cunt. I smell my scent intensely as you paint my secretions on the duct tape just below my nose. Those same fingers pinch my nose closed, and I feel your tongue follow the path your fingers forged. When my nose is released, my nostrils immediately flare, drawing oxygen and saliva up my sinuses. I try in vain to take in a fluid-free breath to no avail. My discomfort is heightened as I feel your fingernails grab my nipples to twist and pull them away from my body.

My cunt continues to drip more at your depravity.

Suddenly, my nose is covered with your mouth and you exhale, quickly and with great force. I scent your breath, your afternoon coffee coupled with your favorite dessert floods my brain as my lungs immediately expand from the intrusion.

As abruptly as your mouth appears, it leaves, replaced once again by fingers pinching my nose shut.

I quiet, keep still, and wait. I wait until I can sight blue spots behind my blindfold. I wait until I feel my lips tingling behind my gag. I wait for the burning in my lungs.

It starts as a warmth , then graduates to a tightness. The blue spots increase in size, and become brighter. The tingling grows, plumps my lips.

When the burning becomes fiery, and right before the blue spots start to fade to black, my nose is released. I instantly exhale, purging my body of your breath. But before I can inhale the sweetness of oxygen, you are there again, forcing your breath into my system.

And yet, my cunt still drips for you, weeps for you, begging your cock to breach it’s walls.

And you blissfully do. And my body blissfully welcomes you. I cannot breathe, yet I can when you fuck me. The rhythm you create syncs my being to yours, and each breath you take is mine.

Five thrusts, I exhale. You breathe into me as I inhale. Five thrusts, I exhale.

I no longer need my nose pinched, I hold my breath because you command it. My nipples swell and ache painfully just by your thoughts alone.

Then you pull out and ejaculate on my gag and blindfold...and in my nostrils. Once again fluid fills my sinuses, the scent of your essence invading my brain.

The only indication of your withdrawal is when your aura disengages with mine.

*Originally posted on May 15, 2019 on Fetlife.