By keepmetiedup
They say “write what you know,” so here’s a short story that actually happened to me (with just a teeny bit of embellishment). This story contains descriptions of breath control, some CNC, and pain.
At breakfast this morning, I noticed my jaw still ached when I started to eat my toast. Later, in the shower, the hot water made my nips hurt again. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the black and blue marks across my back and ass. All souvenirs of a good time suffering for a demanding top three days ago.
I visit my family every few months and I often try to schedule a play session before or after my time with my family. Sometimes, it doesn’t work out. On this trip, however, I succeeded in setting up a date with a trusted top I had visited many times before who is into pain, cbt, bondage, and – yes – breath controI. I went over to his place. We chatted about limits and preferences, and I told him I was interested in playing a bit more with breath control. I reminded him that I hadn’t visited him for about two years, and he said that he would have to punish me for not coming to see him again sooner. I smilingly agreed that he would indeed need to punish me.
He told me to strip down to my birthday suit, to go into the next room, and to wait for him with my hands behind my back and my head bowed. Naturally I complied. The second room was quite dark and without my glasses on, it was hard to see anything. I waited. Eventually, I heard him walk up behind me and he slipped a blindfold on. Now I couldn’t see anything at all. I heard him walk around in front of me. He told me to present my arms to him. He attached what felt like leather cuffs to each wrist and he fastened these together in front of me with what I’m assuming was a short length of rope. He didn’t ignore my nips. He clamped each one with something snug and secure. I never did see what they were, but they did their job and hurt. He guided me around the room to a different position.
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