Breathless

She needed air, she needed air so badly. She kept concentrating; breathe in slowly, breathe in slowly. The hole was so small, if she tried getting too much air to quickly it would simply not get in any faster. Her lungs would wonder what was happening and she would think she suffocated. She was so scared she was crying without realising it. He was busying himself on her but she could not even register what he was doing to her. She needed air. She was scared. She could barely see through the latex veil. He could do what ever he fancied. She didn’t care. She wanted to breathe. The fact that he was sodomising her, despite her dislike of it, was far from having sunk in. All she was interested in was breathing. Slowly in, slowly out.

She is a very confident, no longer so young, woman. She is bossing people around in her working life and in her private one too. She calls herself a Dom and manages a flock of subs, both males and females. When she met him she thought he would be a nice addition to her growing private staff. How he managed to identify her weak point and get on top of her had taken her by surprise. Now he was asserting his authority on her and she was finding it almost impossible to resist. He was turning her into his sub, her that was so used to do that to other. But he knew how to get at her. Her fear of suffocating was intense and he had found this out and was using it to great effects.

Whenever she would stand up to him he would physically overcome her and find a way of regulating her breathing for her, against her. His latest acquisition was a thoroughly distressing one. A latex hood, with only a tiny hole a quarter of an inch in diameter, to breathe through. When he pulls the hood over her head she is never sure whether she is going to breathe at all and panic sets before it even lowered in front of her mouth. She wet herself more than once wearing the hideous thing. There are no holes in it for her nostrils or for her eyes. Even sound gets muffled. Tonight he wanted anal sex which she didn’t. She is not bothered about having anal sex, she even enjoys getting up there, but it is a sign of submission and she can’t have that. Before she knew it she was hooded and on his knees receiving an enema, just concentrating on breathing and not panicking. Now he was ramming his dick in and out of her bowel as he wished and she wasn’t in any state to stop him. She was concentrating hard on breathing and would do anything he asked to shorten this ordeal. She was starting to understand there was no point in saying no to him. A few more sessions like that and she would totally surrender. In the meantime she needed air. She needed air so badly!