A is for Asphyxiation

Some of you may think me contrite in saying I love breath play. I remember it like it was yesterday, well because it was.

It was a warm spring Sunday morning. And I woke next to d my submissive demon, he always looks so angelic and child like when he sleeps, I love watching him sleep. My hangover was in full effect and the birds I so love (and feed out the back door) were singing the devil's song though and I needed food. I woke the demon with a nudge or two (maybe it was twenty, and after about thirty minutes of conjoling I roused him for a walk downtown for french toast and coffee. Neither of us bothered to do more than wipe of the previous nights paint from our faces and put on sunglasses to save our eyes from the beauty of the day.

Two Umbrella's was busy as usual, however their late breakfasts were just what each of our debaucherous hangovers required, though the slut did bring his own beer, you know just in case the coffee didn't cut it. After a relaxing walk to the Pier for some light shopping and back, we both were feeling quite creative and pulled out a roll of pond liner I had brought with me for arts and crafts and toy making. MMMM arts and crafts with the demon.

I had purchased a relatively thin piece of rubber membrane this time around. Just to see what we could do with it. It was the customary black rubber, just like an inner tube on a bicycle, just a flat rubber sheet. The smell of rubber just makes my pussy wet, and watching it turn into a collar or corset or skirt ... trimmed in shiny chrome spikes and studs for the fetish club goth kids makes me even more excited. Then to see one of my floggers, whips or a corset across the room just sets me off in a silent fit of orgasm and self indulgence. Quite the narcissistic moment when I see a beautiful person sporting one of my custom pieces. The demon switch looked at me and laughed, then said "I know just what to do with this" as he held up a 12" x 12" piece of the thin rubber membrane with his impish grin and a fire in his eyes he asked me if I wanted to find out what he had in mind. With a fake face of fear I told him no, that he was too dangerous with rubber...

d rose and came straight at me across the small kitchen, clearing it in one smooth step, the rubber was upon my face, gentle and soft, I could smell the starch that was on it from the manufacturing process still as he teased my senses. It was cold and smooth on my skin, and I drew a sharp breath taking in the distinctive smell that is rubber, not sweet, not acrid, not tar either, just rubber. Any rubber enthusiasts will know JUST what I mean. I could feel my cunt become wet quickly. Fucker was toying with me, knowing I love the feel and scent of it. Mistress often reveled in his own enjoyment of confinement and alter ego who often was cloaked in rubber hoods and gas masks.

Somewhere along the line, as I was lost in the teasing of rubber and warm sun on my face, a knife was opened, I vaguely remember being lifted to my feet, the small sheet of rubber tucked between his fingers and my throat. I could at once feel the blood caught in my head begin to pound, death's fingers wrapped about the back of neck and a blade at my throat. As the small room began to close in on us like the iris of an old camera, I was dropped to the cotton mattress in the corner of the room, everything coming back into focus at once. That dark jester descended upon my face with that blasted sheet of rubber which quickly cut off my site, taste and smell. Blackness in panic, the taste and smell of rubber swimming through my head, I could barely hear him growl out to his Mistress who was at once cumming under his skilled and controlled brand of dementia. "Ana, Mistress Ana, quiet now it will last longer, if you relax sweetheart, dear Ana".

Hmm, he's so right, I did teach the demon well. I could feel the knuckles of both hands pressing to either side of my jaws and the rubber was stretching tight against my face, pulling my skin along with it. After what felt an eternity, he lifted the sweat covered sheet from my face...sigh.

That night, we celebrated our new invention. OK So we just were looking for a reason to party. We always are, After a sea of gin and the boys drink of choice for the evening, he danced for me, his body twisting and writhing to the sounds of industry in LA. The smoke and lasers, did nothing but detract from the man in his green and purple studded shoulder cow. Turning in time to the music, looking pained and distraught as members of his cult do when they move the way that I find so sexy on the dance floor. Signalling with my new black hankie he knew it was time to go. On his face I am sure I saw the same self indulgent smile that I feel each time I see a toy of mine across the room. Yes, this was going to be a great way to end the weekend. Hungry I took hold of that cold steel leash and lead him home. A is for Asphyxiation.


If you aim to please...aim for my feet!

Miss Vonn
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