Hypoxyphilia Phone Sex Take my breath Away Part 1

I developed a taste for erotic breath play when I submitted to a man that liked to take my breath away literally. He was brutal in bed. But I didn’t care how bad it burned when he squeezed my throat and made me see stars. Even when the waves of cloudiness hit me from the loss of air, I could hear him grunting and moaning while he plowed me. Having control over me in such a risky way pushed him over the edge to cum every time.

It cranked up the masochist side of my submission.

And I wanted to hurt for him. I wanted to feel my thighs sting and shake while he fucked me relentlessly. Somehow he knew how much was just enough for me. I would hold my safe word in my mouth like a protection spell, but I never had to say it out loud for my safety. I understood that waiting too long had its consequence, but I didn’t want to stop the fun for both of us.

The next time I played with breath control, I was the one in charge. It started off with me wearing leather gloves and covering up my sub’s screams up with my hand. The sub had a safe motion and a way out. But the screaming wasn’t it. When I heard him sputter from working too hard to breathe, I got so excited. Immediately after he got himself under control, I wrapped my hands around his neck.

That session closed with him worshiping my perfect cute little pucker with thanks for not ending his pathetic life.

I had the most delightful time smothering him during some intense BDSM play. I used his worthless face as my throne and sat proudly while I felt the fight in him grow weaker as time went on. It gave me a big rush to feel him wiggle around, fighting for air, unable to get even the slightest puff without me being the one to give it to him. I was God. I was God, and my cute little pucker was the sweetest, most luscious way for him to get to go, should things go sideways. He knew it too. And he felt it too.

Every time he would check out my ass and beg to kneel.

In the beginning, it made me sometimes squeal, with secondhand embarrassment for him. That didn’t last long, though, my sympathetic streak for him. It wasn’t long before I learned how fun it was to hear him beg to worship my cute little pucker. No matter how long I wished to smother him first. My beautiful, adorable ass was like a drug to him. He knew that I might have an “oops” moment.

It takes a colossal wimp to get yourself dominated by a submissive girl to the point that you’re begging for her for life or death risk level fetish play.

Ha, well, he was the biggest wimpiest wimp that I ever knew. That’s why I had so much fun making him wriggle about underneath me while being smothered beneath my cute little pucker. It’s not difficult to find a dom or a real man that knows how to give a girl good ass worship. It’s not very hard to find a sub that likes to do it, and then there are butt addicts like that guy. He was also the biggest cry baby I ever knew.

 

Come back on May 2nd to check out Part 2 of my Hypoxyphilia story! But, if you can’t wait, check out my audio blog!
If you really liked this story then check out my Katoptronophilia-Phone Sex-Mirror, mirror on the wall-Part 1 blog!

 

Willow

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1 Comment

  1. Aamon May 2, 2021 at 2:10 pm

    I’ve never experienced “erotic breath play” but your blog excited me and has aroused my curiosity.

    Reply

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