Danger, Will Robinson
Yes, I do breath play. And I don't mean I neglect to brush my teeth for awhile and breathe on people when they're tied up.
I had a great session yesterday with someone I hadn't seen in mumfs. It may have been nearly a year. Anyway. I had a couple of hours to do pretty much whatever I liked, with a strong hint that if breath play happened and restrictive bondage was included, it'd be much appreciated.
I used a latex exercise strip for some of the breath play while I had the nice man strapped down on the spanking bench. He seemed pretty happy with that. He'd seen a latex band used in a kinky video and thought that was swell. I liked having a mirror less than an inch from his nose so I could watch his eyes while he struggled for breath. I'd stretch the band tight over his mouth and nose with just his eyes and forehead showing and hold it there for what probably felt like ages for him, but was no more than 10 seconds. He could've held his breath MUCH longer than that if I hadn't had something over his face, but having something over his face made him panicky, so he struggled. I like the struggling. ::grin::.
I interspersed the breath play with spankings and with impact play on some wonderful musculature on his back. He's a martial artist and his back has muscles on it that a lot of people don't, and I like hitting things I don't often get a chance to hit. And just to mix things up, I went out and got a plastic grocery bag with a little hole in the bottom of it and put that over his head. I didn't have to pull it closed for him to get anxious. Just having it loosely over his head and being able to breath relatively freely still evoked a nice fear response. Every now and then, I'd pull the bottom tight, and, although he was huffing and puffing to make the bag inflate/deflate, I reminded him that what he was doing wasn't really getting him any oxygen, so if he continued to hyperventilate into a bag, he'd make himself pass out from inhaling his own exhaust. Again, a few seconds at a time felt like forever to him, but wasn't enough to cause any damage.
When I took him off the spanking bench, I gave him some time to sit and sip water and calm down a bit. I took him to the suspension table after that and set up some predicament bondage. His arms were tied to the sides of the table. I had a set of clover clamps on his nipples and a set of clover clamps on his boy parts. I tied a bit of string to the big toe of his left foot (which was raised above the table a couple of feet), looped that through an overhead point, and attached it to the clamps on his nipples. I tied another bit of string to the big toe of his right foot (also raised above the table) and attached that to the clamps on his floppy bits. He had to hold his legs up himself. If he lowered them at all, they pulled at the clamps. There was a lot of slack in both strings because he was holding his legs up so high, so I shortened both the lines. He said it was an excellent ab workout. He was holding his legs very still, so I set the table swinging to get things moving. He made wonderful noises and broke out in a sweat. Heh heh. I sat down at the head of the table, pulled out the latex strip, and did some more breath play on him while he struggled to keep his feet in the air. I murmured in his ear that if he did manage to pass out (something he'd mentioned fantasizing about), his legs would fall and the clamps would tear off. It was interesting to watch his reaction to that bit of intel.
When I eventually decided to cut the lines and remove the clamps, it was another struggle for him to realize he really could lower his feet. He had to fight himself to lower them. His body didn't quite comprehend yet that the clamps were really off. I love little mindfucks that are self-generated.
I gave him another rest break after he dismounted from the suspension table, then got him in an arm sleeve and a humbler. He loves restrictive bondage, and the thing about the arm sleeve and the humbler is that it left his legs free so he could walk around, but he couldn't stand fully upright and he certainly couldn't wriggle out of the sleeve, so any freedom he may have initially felt was pretty illusory. I instructed him to walk around a bit so he could get a better grasp of the predicament he was in. I sat on a bench grinning while he walked around wincing, testing out how straight he could get his legs before the humbler performed according to design. I challenged him to go sit in the CBT chair and was a bit surprised that he was able to do that. As a reward, I got a piece of chocolate from the kitchen and brought it back to him. He started to chew, but I told him to let it melt in his mouth, and he did. I pulled out a short stepladder and sat on the top step of that while I placed my boots on his thighs and put the grocery bag over his head again, loosely.
I kept him there, playing with his humbled bits under my boots now and then, until his humbled bits felt numb and tingly. I stood him up and took the humbler off but kept the plastic bag and arm sleeve on. I gave him a sip of water and then went for one last endorphin rush. I stood behind him, pulled the plastic bag down around his neck and put my hands over his mouth and nose. He started to struggle. He's a martial artist, so I was mindful of how much he's capable of struggling, and that if he genuinely panicked, his reflexes would take over and I'd be in danger. I let him struggle enough that his balance was off and, keeping my hands over his face, I helped lower him to the floor. I took the bag off slowly and sat there with him while he caught his breath and calmed down. Once he could speak calmly and clearly, I removed the arm sleeve, got him his water, and sat there with him chatting for awhile.
And nobody died. The End.
I had a great session yesterday with someone I hadn't seen in mumfs. It may have been nearly a year. Anyway. I had a couple of hours to do pretty much whatever I liked, with a strong hint that if breath play happened and restrictive bondage was included, it'd be much appreciated.
I used a latex exercise strip for some of the breath play while I had the nice man strapped down on the spanking bench. He seemed pretty happy with that. He'd seen a latex band used in a kinky video and thought that was swell. I liked having a mirror less than an inch from his nose so I could watch his eyes while he struggled for breath. I'd stretch the band tight over his mouth and nose with just his eyes and forehead showing and hold it there for what probably felt like ages for him, but was no more than 10 seconds. He could've held his breath MUCH longer than that if I hadn't had something over his face, but having something over his face made him panicky, so he struggled. I like the struggling. ::grin::.
I interspersed the breath play with spankings and with impact play on some wonderful musculature on his back. He's a martial artist and his back has muscles on it that a lot of people don't, and I like hitting things I don't often get a chance to hit. And just to mix things up, I went out and got a plastic grocery bag with a little hole in the bottom of it and put that over his head. I didn't have to pull it closed for him to get anxious. Just having it loosely over his head and being able to breath relatively freely still evoked a nice fear response. Every now and then, I'd pull the bottom tight, and, although he was huffing and puffing to make the bag inflate/deflate, I reminded him that what he was doing wasn't really getting him any oxygen, so if he continued to hyperventilate into a bag, he'd make himself pass out from inhaling his own exhaust. Again, a few seconds at a time felt like forever to him, but wasn't enough to cause any damage.
When I took him off the spanking bench, I gave him some time to sit and sip water and calm down a bit. I took him to the suspension table after that and set up some predicament bondage. His arms were tied to the sides of the table. I had a set of clover clamps on his nipples and a set of clover clamps on his boy parts. I tied a bit of string to the big toe of his left foot (which was raised above the table a couple of feet), looped that through an overhead point, and attached it to the clamps on his nipples. I tied another bit of string to the big toe of his right foot (also raised above the table) and attached that to the clamps on his floppy bits. He had to hold his legs up himself. If he lowered them at all, they pulled at the clamps. There was a lot of slack in both strings because he was holding his legs up so high, so I shortened both the lines. He said it was an excellent ab workout. He was holding his legs very still, so I set the table swinging to get things moving. He made wonderful noises and broke out in a sweat. Heh heh. I sat down at the head of the table, pulled out the latex strip, and did some more breath play on him while he struggled to keep his feet in the air. I murmured in his ear that if he did manage to pass out (something he'd mentioned fantasizing about), his legs would fall and the clamps would tear off. It was interesting to watch his reaction to that bit of intel.
When I eventually decided to cut the lines and remove the clamps, it was another struggle for him to realize he really could lower his feet. He had to fight himself to lower them. His body didn't quite comprehend yet that the clamps were really off. I love little mindfucks that are self-generated.
I gave him another rest break after he dismounted from the suspension table, then got him in an arm sleeve and a humbler. He loves restrictive bondage, and the thing about the arm sleeve and the humbler is that it left his legs free so he could walk around, but he couldn't stand fully upright and he certainly couldn't wriggle out of the sleeve, so any freedom he may have initially felt was pretty illusory. I instructed him to walk around a bit so he could get a better grasp of the predicament he was in. I sat on a bench grinning while he walked around wincing, testing out how straight he could get his legs before the humbler performed according to design. I challenged him to go sit in the CBT chair and was a bit surprised that he was able to do that. As a reward, I got a piece of chocolate from the kitchen and brought it back to him. He started to chew, but I told him to let it melt in his mouth, and he did. I pulled out a short stepladder and sat on the top step of that while I placed my boots on his thighs and put the grocery bag over his head again, loosely.
I kept him there, playing with his humbled bits under my boots now and then, until his humbled bits felt numb and tingly. I stood him up and took the humbler off but kept the plastic bag and arm sleeve on. I gave him a sip of water and then went for one last endorphin rush. I stood behind him, pulled the plastic bag down around his neck and put my hands over his mouth and nose. He started to struggle. He's a martial artist, so I was mindful of how much he's capable of struggling, and that if he genuinely panicked, his reflexes would take over and I'd be in danger. I let him struggle enough that his balance was off and, keeping my hands over his face, I helped lower him to the floor. I took the bag off slowly and sat there with him while he caught his breath and calmed down. Once he could speak calmly and clearly, I removed the arm sleeve, got him his water, and sat there with him chatting for awhile.
And nobody died. The End.