TAKEN TO THE EDGE
I take great care with all of My subs, slaves and sundry projects. Today I have My boy strapped down, suitably naked - such a contrast to My freedom and lingerie! My slave is exposed, vulnerable and, much though he tries to appear comforted, I feel the sub's pulse pounding in surrendered anticipation of My further control.
I tease My slave, sliding my fingers up his throat whereupon I apply a little pressure. My slave's heart pounds faster as I squeeze air from the sub, before I seal off his mouth and pinch his nose shut. Now that I have acquainted My slave with the powerlessness of his position I continue to demonstrate and use My authority.
I allow the sub to breathe, before taking his breath away once more, advising him to “focus” on not panting as his eyes close and the slave becomes placid. In a trice I release My hold and My boy gasps for air before My palms reassert themselves and My manicured, red nails pinch shut the airways that My boy depends upon. I squeeze his face, closing off all relief and I smile into My slave's gaze...now he focuses upon Me as I laugh at him.
I increase My slave's unease by starving his airways for longer and he burbles under My care. This time a smile crosses the sub's troubled lips as I allow him back once more. I adjust My hold and take him under once more “..a game for Me anyway...a game of denial!” My sub has no choice but to work to My rhythm, breathing greedily when I permit it and absorbing the denial that I inflict.
Such a good boy, fighting the urge to breathe while a superior being develops his trust and Her Female Domination. My boy obeys Me and does not panic, despite Me preventing his breathing except when I want him to. I extend the denial to My boy's hard cock; teasing, stroking his weakness as he shows considerable excitement. With one finger and thumb I hold his nose tightly shut whilst another finger and thumb stroke My boy into blissful denial.Now My boy does breathe, raggedly, urgently, his gasps of desperation suck air into his fevered body. As he begins to moan, I choke off the noise, slapping My hand across his mouth whilst continuing to stimulate his cock. I encourage My slave further, having him shake with desperation as his stifled cries become high-pitched and shrill. As he tries to recover I step up the pace “...and again...” as I grope his cock and manipulate it.
As My boy becomes louder I laugh and have My slave admit that he is “...really desperate, Miss!” I always get My way and I continue, My boy trying to thrust into My grip, unsuccessfully - I control him utterly. I return to controlling his breathing, whispering into the slave's ear...My fingers are his life now and My intentions are his obedient future. The more I arouse My slave, the more oxygen his body thinks that it needs - only I control that supply too!
My slave is denied but granted the privilege of breathing. As I observed “...denial is delicious...” and My kindness in providing copious amounts of denial is respected and beloved by My slave, just as it should be.