Breathing With Difficulty

When I got engaged at age twenty two I wanted to make sure I could give my husband the best possible sexual experience possible. Partly to please him and partly to keep him from wandering. But I also wanted it for myself. One of the things I was interested in was choking during intercourse. My friends and fellow members of The Wenches BDSM group Danielle and Bethany were also on the cusp of marriage and had the same concerns about stuff like breath play and anal, stuff we wouldn't do with the guys we just dated, but wanted to do to please our future husbands. I decided I needed some practical experience so I set out to get some, despite my pledge to keep my body in reserve for my intended. It was all in a good cause.

At that time the only choking I had experience I had had was a gentle hand wrapped around my throat. My sister Molly, who was just now nineteen and very precocious where sexual matters were concerned, described to me the incredible highs and terrifying lows she had experienced being choked in bed by her current boyfriend. I needed to find someone like him. A prime candidate was Bobby Bradford, age twenty and a lacrosse player who sometimes came to our house to practice stick work with my brothers.

Bobby was about the most luscious boy around and by rumor had fucked more local girls than could be counted, including Brittany, another Wench. I checked with her and verified that he was a good candidate to let encircle my slender throat with his strong lacrosse hands. Next time he showed up at our house I made sure I wore the littlest bikini I could get to stay on, engaged him in conversation and, after complementing me on my nearly naked body asked me over to his place to get better acquainted.

Britt, Beth, Danielle and I all agreed on the benefits of getting choked during sex but the appeal went beyond stronger orgasms. The turn-on of choking supposedly has deep psychological implications. This kind of stuff highlights the giving and receiving of control, like getting tied up for sex, which I loved. Giving a boy permission to choke you is allowing the girl to take on a submissive role in bed. This is we Wenches long for, a release from control and giving to the boy you are with the power to take it. I wanted to give that power over my naked body me to my beloved. Choking is said to be an act of surrender, when you completely trust the boy, which I did with my fiancé, when you let him take complete life threatening control over you. The life threatening aspect of choking was not of course what I was after, but the prospect of my beloved that power I found very hot.

So I went to Bob's house, dressed in a bare middy blouse with no bra and Daisy Duke's jean shorts. My outfit screamed that I wanted it bad, something a beautiful boy like Bobby was used to. I think he was a bit confused. I had known him for years and never shown any interest in him. Now here I was, practically panting to get naked and fuck. Of course now I had a reason to. But we got along well and after a time he asked me to go down into the basement with him. Once there he was very direct. He didn't ask for much, just tying me up and fucking me. A pretty face and a tight young body was what he wanted and I had those and was ready to give.

So we went to the basement and we sat there on a bed in a small spare room for a while and then he insisted on hugging me and then kissing me mouth to mouth for a longer period of time then he started Frenching me and feeling me up and opening my shirt so he could play with my bare breasts. There on the bed I felt like I was really in a trance as he continued to kiss me and caress my tits and back and neck and then his hand went between my legs. Then he suggested I undress and we'd play hid and seek with me in my underpants. It was strange and freeing to run around in just my underpants. Then he dared me to take off the underpants. I had no problem getting naked. and before he even went further I felt the beginning of a roaring, searing feeling rising from somewhere inside me and spreading all through me and it grew greater and I was barely able to take it.

He saw I was ready to get fucked but I guess he was afraid I wouldn't go through with it so he went to get some rope and gave me time to put my clothes back on. He came back and saw me and smiled.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I thought I might go along." Didn't want to appear too obvious.

"Oh no, you started this, now you're going to finish it."

"No."

"Yes. Turn around." He made me turn around and he tied my hands behind me and then made me lie down on the bed. He stripped and lay down beside me naked. He was absolutely beautiful and he knew it. I wondered how many girls he had fucked right here on this bed, hidden in the basement. He started kissing my cheeks and the nape of my neck, my ears and hair. He stopped to kiss my mouth. He opened my shirt and started to take down my jeans then stopped and kissed my belly and licked my belly button. I giggled at the sensation.

"Don't ever wear lace or satin panties, always wear cotton." I had cotton on. He pulled up my shirt over my shoulders to bare me down to the top of my panties. He kissed each breast and then sucked on them. I started to feel tingles between my legs.

"I love you so much I want to see you exactly as God made you," he said. He took off my socks and the scrunchie from my hair and I lay there almost naked and shivering. My nipples were hard and there were goose bumps all over me. I was both cold and hot at the same time. I was beautiful, at least my body was, with its full round tits, flat tummy, narrow hips, tight bum, long legs and straight brown hair falling over my shoulders. He put his hand down my pants and touched the hot, moist motor between my legs, somewhere amid what I felt was heat and wet, a pure mind-erasing sensation.

Now he pulled my panties down laying bare the little white triangle usually covered by my bikini. I'm shaved totally bald and as he finally sees my eager cunt he whistles. My panties thrown aside he got on top of me and almost miraculously he did just what he had done to Britt. He put both his hands around my neck and when I didn't resist he took his hands off and sat up and pulled both my legs to either side of him. Then with his hands under my knees he bent my legs so my ankles were up against my bare ass on either side and used more rope and tied my each ankle to my upper thigh. Then he leaned forward and stuck his dick in me and leaned forward more and put his hands on either side of my neck and started choking me while he thrust his dick in and out of my very willing vagina.

I felt his hands at my throat and his dick inside me simultaneously and I'm as helpless as a girl could be, which I suppose was the point. I relished the feeling I had but I wasn't there just to be fucked I was there to experience being choked. I think about what I'm doing, letting a guy I barely know tie me up in the nude and choke me. It takes trust, I tell myself. Yes, it takes trust. Yes, this is very dangerous. Yes, you need to know what you are doing. You could end up with your precious neck snapped if you or your partner is not careful. There is this high and slight panic when it first happens. Your body wants to react as a victim to a violent act but once that is pushed away it's highly erotic.

I feel his hand cover my mouth and know what is about to come. Taking a deep breath through my nose quickly before he pinches that shut, my eyes look into his as he looms above me, his cock buried in me, my legs splayed open wantonly aside his hips, my feet curling up around his waist. I close my eyes and embrace the sensations flooding me. The pressure of his dick sunk deep within me reminds me I am his to be fucked. His hand covering my mouth and fingers holding my nose closed remind me my life is his to take. I feel my head become lighter with lack of oxygen, my lungs start to burn with the lack of air. I suddenly realize I have no agreed upon way to make him stop.

I have always enjoyed a sense of danger with my sex. Like getting tied up for it. It makes the heart pump faster and harder and it's a huge rush when I cum. To me, it's heaven, his hands wrapped around my throat and then one on my throat and the other covering my nose and mouth. It shuts out all the chatter in my brain and all I'm aware of is trying to get some air. Lack of air dulls my senses and sight and sound disappear as my mind gets fuzzy. I feel a burning in my throat as his hands squeeze my windpipe shut and I realize there is no air at all. My eyes flutter and I try to focus on what's happening to me. My cunt constricts around his dick as he fucks me. My body grows rigid and then melts as he squeezes my neck and then releases. My head grows dizzy and then I grow limp and nearly pass out.

And suddenly he takes his hands away and he stops fucking me. After a minute my lungs are full again, and in breathing my mind realizes better what is happening. The feeling of his control and my vulnerability washes over me. And then his lower body movements resume, hard, forceful, each thrust of his hips pressing me into the mattress. My moans and whimpers make him go even harder and finally he cums, pumping me once, twice three times, however many until he's spent. I plead for him to let me up, to untie me, to let me go home, but he says no.

"I'm through now. Now it's your turn."

His hand moves again to cover my mouth. I take a deep breath through my nose quickly before he pinches it shut and again I can't breathe. I remember once when some boys threw me off a pier into deep water and I went way down. I was trying to swim back up. I went deep enough that I couldn't get back to the surface. I got tired of paddling my arms and kicking my legs to get back up. I looked around. It was so dark you can't see anything moving. I thought that's it for me, I was tired and let myself float. The feeling of being scared and panicking went away. I started feeling calm and just stared at nothing. My mind and I felt sleepy and went to sleep until I was pulled up to the light. The reason is that lack of air at some point can actually be very pleasant. You feel a little drunk, a little lightheaded. Overall you feel just fine. Right up until you are unconscious.

That's what I learned in the next hour. That's what I learned that made me feel I couldn't wait until I was with my beloved who would want to make me feel good instead of just tying me up and fucking me. First we did a session of me just laying there while he would simply cover my mouth and nose for various periods of times and then let me breathe and I was no longer afraid. I would come over and over. No other stimulation was involved except for him restricting the air to my lungs. Sometimes he would cover my nose and mouth and sometimes he would put his hands on either side of my neck, not in front, and just squeeze both sides. Each time I would struggle but I noticed when I was near orgasm that I would stop breathing. It was a moment of like "I'm seeing God."

Once I was back with my beloved I had some very out of body experiences with choking. It's truly freeing to me. I feel my lungs tightening and straining, my head becoming dizzy, my thoughts fuzzy, and my movements slightly weakening. My body is screaming with the need escape, but I am calming it as much as possible as I endure his control over my breathing, wanting to withstand the torture for as long as possible before wordlessly asking him to stop. Once I do ask he will wait for just a few seconds longer before giving me back the breath that he has stolen.

I always need to be tied up when I'm choked. If I'm not I fight back too much and might hurt myself. As it is when I'm tied after a long session of being choked my arms and legs get are numb from the ceaseless efforts to escape and the prolonged lack of air. While it's happening I can feel my lungs screaming for air and I scream and kick, only to find myself worn out at the end from the effort and from the ecstasy of cumming over and over. But the cumming and the feelings of helplessness and desperation when I can't breathe or escape are worth it. If I'm choked too long without a chance to breathe I just try to relax and give in to the darkness and let the darkness take me as I begin to fade into unconsciousness. Sometimes I feel like there's a heavy blanket over me suffocating me.

The best part is cumming over and over but also the wonder as panic fades into numbness and my mind goes blank, my heart begins to give up its fight and my body stops struggling. I feel like I'm sinking rapidly, my lungs burning with their desperate desire for air and my body is quickly becoming exhausted. I lose a hold of my consciousness and drift into the vast kind of nothingness. The more I struggle the more disoriented I get. The last thing I remember before I slip away is pain and usually all this time I'm still getting fucked.

No matter how many times we do it I love it more and more. Every muscle in my body aches in protest as I feel fingertips grasping at my throat but I can't get free and finally it is too late, I am too far under. My instinct tells me to panic, my consciousness tells me to try to take a breath but it's useless. My limbs feel heavy and my body is gets numb. My muscles relax and I am oddly calm for a moment, then everything slowly fades to black. I know it is over. I know there is no point in fighting it.

I can never get enough of it.