Asphyxiation
Added 2020-10-25 14:25:13 +0000 UTCThe first post of Halloweek. This is about being choked at a play event. Blindfolded. You don' know who is choking you.
CW: choking, public play (at an event)
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You were tense. You could hear the whispers. The murmurs. People on all sides. The blindfold prevented you from seeing. But the anticipation made it easy to pick up on one noise. To focus on it above all the rest. The soft stretch of leather, the moving of fabric.
Was it a collar? Maybe a flogger? Those thoughts made you feel so good and submissive. But still. You had no idea who it was, or what they were doing. The voices quietened. Something was about to happen. You jerked your head, listening for a footstep. For a breath.
Your heart pounding was making it hard to hear. You could feel your muscles tense, the blood rushing through your veins. You held your breath, trying desperately to listen harder. To strain your ears, to hear something.
Anything to tell you what was going to happen next. But nothing came. You fidgeted, and that was when you heard it. Moving ahead of you. And then you neck was held. Firmly. Tightly. By a gloved hand. The cool leather made it impossible to tell anything about the person.
But they were squeezing. Holding tight. You could feel the rush, the pleasure, the desire for more. Your body was reacting so quickly to the arousal. You could hear the owner of the gloved hand laugh, softly at you. But they did not let go.
You head was pounding. You were feeling a little dizzy. But they did not let go. When you thought you could take no more, you tapped your foot twice. Instantly, the pressure was gone. A gloved hand took your chin, pulled your face up.
“Are you alright?” Came a distant voice. You nodded, and your chin was released, with a gentle caress. You heard the sound of the gloves being taken off, and then another voice.
“Who wants to be the next one to choke our subject?” and the murmurs started again.
