A real person letting me listen to her heart, palpate her PMI, compress her chest …
control her breathing…
check each and every pulse point …
straddle her hips and apply slow, deep pressure to her sternum with my bare hands. Feeling as though I have her whole heart throbbing between my palms…
… Pressing down harder and harder as the EKG beeps faster and faster and I can feel her squirming underneath me as I tell her what a good girl she is and how I can’t wait to feel that heart of hers cum for me …
… And knowing the whole time that she’s feeling the same amount of pleasure from this naughty little heart examination as I am 🥵🤯
So. Fucking. Lucky.
Thank you @torture-steth-repeat 😘 You are truly incredible!
The beeps... the little green spikes... the electrodes pressed against my skin... your focus on every. single. beat. of my heart turn me on so very much...
I need some heart attention. Lots of it. It's a needy little pump...
I would love to monitor that little heart of yours. Gently applying the electrodes over your chest … I start with the two easy ones just below your clavicle on the right and left sides. Then the two matching ones below towards the bottoms of your rib cage. I kindly ask you to remove your bra as the last “V” electrode needs to be center of your chest just next to your sternum right up close to that beating heart. As I begin to snap each lead into place… I notice how the wires have brushed up gently next to your now hardened nipples … “Sorry about that … “ I whisper as my fingers trace the wires across your breasts and free them from their nipple captors. You let out a soft little moan as I click on the monitor and the tiny beeps begin to fill the room. “Alright now, just relax and take a few nice deep breaths for me while I take a listen”. I place the cool metal diaphragm of my steth right up underneath your left breast … feeling you quiver a bit in excitement as I make contact with your skin. “Sorry if it’s a bit cold … now just be a good girl and breathe nice and slow for me …. That’s it. Very good.” Feeling your chest rise up pushing my hand I can feel your heartrate increasing little by little to the sound of my voice. “No need to be nervous … you have quite the lovely heartbeat. Just try and relax and breathe nice and slow and deep for me. That’s a good girl…”
Waking up gently to the early morning sun peeking through the curtains and the sounds of birds chirping outside the window. I’m asleep in just my boxer briefs and you in your "comfy" black panties and one of my old rec league basketball t-shirts. You can sense that I'm still deeply entranced in sleep - a far cry from what your mind reminds you of what I was like the evening before. You turn over on your side and snuggle up closer to me. I begin to awaken as I feel your silky smooth leg gently gliding down on top of mine. I feel your feet burrow in between my calves seeking warmth for your cold little toes. Your hand gently grazes over the hairs on my chest before your fingertips locate the feeling of my strong but slowly pumping heartbeat. ::LUB DUB, LUB DUB:: Such a slow, steady, calming beat ... a total contrast from what you had experienced just a few hours earlier.
Your mind flashes back to that moment when your currently docile man was a far more animated and excited specimen. When I was inside and on top of you ... relentlessly pounding and thrusting my hips and manhood inside you - completely in harmony with your ever increasing heart rate. You could almost still feel it - the way your body felt as I alternated one hand on your chest over your heart and the other around your neck and throbbing carotid artery. Your chest canvassed with ECG leads and frequented constantly by the bell of my stethoscope. I was simultaneously pumping your heart and slowing your oxygen and filling every bit of your tight little pussy all at the same time. I knew just how hard to squeeze, to choke, to pump your body in a way you've never known was possible but always wanted. You gave me complete control and I didn't let you down. Right as you began to really squirm and squeal and buck your hips I knew just the way to trigger the waterfall of orgasms to follow with some very simple yet direct verbal commands. "That's it baby cum for me. I'm not going to stop until you cum. Can you feel how hard you have me right now as I'm fucking you and feeling your heartbeat? I'm not going to let you go until your heart cums for me".
Then you just couldn't bear it anymore. As the orgasm took hold and sent a shockwave through your entire body you reached out and put your hand on my strong barreled chest and could feel the forceful pumps of my heart echoing off my ribcage. My constant pounding rhythm fluttering irregularly just a bit as your pussy squeezes my hard throbbing cock coating it in the sweet nectar of your precious little flower. As I let out my primal grunts and moans you could feel the pulsating of my shaft as it released its warm load of into you as we both climaxed together ... hearths throbbing in unison…
And there we both lay peaceful and quiet in the Sunday morning light. "Good morning, baby" I gently whisper as I lean over and kiss your forehead. I love the way you feel all curled up on me and I too am picturing those moments from last night in my head. Your hand on my chest sends tingles throughout my body. It almost feels as if it were a dream the way I had you all to myself last night. "Good morning, babe" you reply "Did you sleep ok?". Your other hand now makes its way down towards the bulge forming in my boxers. Your fingertips work their way underneath the elastic waistband and settle over my femoral pulse - and my manhood responds quite quickly to your touch. “Mmm I can see that someone is awake?”, you say with a cute little giggle.
I can't help but let out a deep and slow groan as your hand takes a firm grasp on me now and begins stroking me nice and slow … just in rhythm with the heartbeats you feel from my chest. I lean over and pull open the drawer of my nightstand and take hold of my Littman Stethoscope. It's so difficult to focus with your tight grip around me stroking me faster and faster. “Someone’s being quite the naughty little girl this morning? Isn’t she?” I joke as I ready the steth around my neck. “I think someone needs to have another thorough checkup” I say no sooner than I quickly slide my big strong arm underneath you and roll over on top of you. You giggle and squeal with excitement as my body now presses down on top of you. I take both of your hands and pin them back above your head and then lift up your t-shirt to expose your bare chest to me. I keep the shirt over your eyes for a second so that you can’t see, but only feel as my hands work their way up your soft tummy towards your perky breasts. “Let’s take a good listen now, shall we?” I say as my steth now finds your chest and hears your heart already in a full gallop from the morning examination. “Very good … I can tell you’re ready for me” I proclaim as your heartbeat pounds my eardrums. I help pull the restrictive blindfold shirt up and over your head and arms so that you can see your big handsome doc straddling over you. “Let’s begin round 2 now shall we?” …. ;)
Caress me, restrain me, compress my heart and listen as it falters and fails. Continue until I fall into complete cardiac and respiratory arrest… then fuck me while you pump my heart for me and control every piece of me. 💓
Always fantasize about providing this type of pleasure 😍 The way a heart always beats so fast leading right up to orgasm is just so wonderful. But maybe the climax is so powerful it causes it to stop … leaving no choice but to keep thrusting and pumping until it starts beating again 🤔😈
To try and get round the iOS issue, I'm going to use this (unflagged!) account to reblog stuff from my main blog - hopefully will mean a few iOS users who follow this one will get to see it, maybe?
Worth a try I guess 🤷♀️
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How do you feel about lethal injection. Standard three injections where you’re sedated, breathing stopped followed by your heart being stopped. Your heart will be closely monitored during the whole procedure by both stethoscope and EKG.
Or being used as a living donor, your heart being the last thing that’s needed
I like both, but I love the idea of the lethal injection in particular (in fantasy only)... something about the violation of drugs taking away your body’s ability to function is just. Mmmfff.
This is a still from a video I won’t post because it was for a particular person, but I acted out a lethal injection once, and maybe I’ll do it again some time.
This also inspired me to do some writing...
TW: dark cardiophilia, sexual cardiophilia, ‘unhappy’ ending
So I'd prefer not to have full sedation, just pain mitigation... I want to experience every moment of my body's reaction to the injections. Based on what I'm reading about it, it might go something like this (though I'm sure this is taking some major liberties, so uh... don’t try this at home?)
First, I'm restrained, fully nude on a flat surface, upright but slightly reclined. There are thick straps holding my head, chest, thighs, and ankles, EKG leads stuck to my chest in three places and a stethoscope taped over over my apex to monitor every dying beat of my heart. The equipment is already broadcasting the beeps and thumping lub-dubs of my nervous heartbeat into the room.
A doctor in black latex gloves takes my arm and injects me with an opiate. It travels up my arm via the bloodstream to my heart and brain, making me feel a sense of peace and euphoria while also heightening my growing arousal. The doctor puts two gloved fingers between my legs, feeling how wet I already am, and shows them to the one-way mirror. I don’t know who’s watching from the other side. Anyone who paid enough to see the show--my first and last.
Once I begin to relax, the doctor injects vecuronium bromide into my other arm. I know from my research that it’s used in anaesthesia to paralyse the muscles so that surgery can be performed. Now, unsedated as I am, I can feel the paralysis spreading through my body as my fast-beating heart distributes the drug. The inability to move starts in my extremities but moves quickly in toward my core in a matter of a minute or two. My heart, already pounding with growing arousal and fear, grows more panicked with every passing moment. I can hear it beating wildly through the speakers, its bassy thumps less and less distinct as its rate increases. The monitor beside me reads 160 bpm, 30 respirations per minute -- I’m panting as my heart accelerates and my muscles slacken.
The paralysing agent has reached my lungs. My breaths start to become labored. The doctor checks the monitor and looks down at me with dark lust in his eyes, moving his fingers back between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit. “You’ll feel as though you’re struggling to breathe,” he tells me, watching my face. “That’s because you’re suffocating. Slowly. The oxygen levels in your blood are dropping already” -- he nods to the O2 saturation on the monitor, already down to 90% -- “and I’m going to watch it continue until your chest muscles are completely paralysed and unable to expand your lungs anymore. Your body wants to breathe but it can’t.”
He moves his fingers downward, thrusting them inside my wet pussy while his thumb continues to rub my clit. My laboured breathing turns into a long moan as I get close to orgasm, though I don’t have the air to spare. Now I’m panting weakly, almost gasping as my muscles can barely be convinced to make my chest rise and fall.
“Your body wants to breathe,” he says again. “Listen to how badly your heart wants it.” I can feel it hammering against my ribs, hear it pounding through the room, echoing off the walls, the mirror. The monitor says it’s up to 200 bpm and alarms are going off, though with the volume turned low so as not to be a distraction. My heart is throwing itself futilely against its cage, while my lungs... my lungs.... I can’t breathe anymore. My chest won’t move. My mind is still active but I can feel the paralysis take full hold over my chest muscles. There’s still air in my lungs, consciousness won’t leave me quite yet, but the doctor puts his free hand on my chest and smiles at its stillness.
“Your O2 is down to 50 but I know you’re still conscious,” he says. He pulls his hand from my pussy--to my breathless, dying dismay--and wipes it absently on a surgical cloth while watching my mouth open and close a little, soundlessly. I can’t help but try and gasp for air even though I know I can’t get it.
“You only have seconds left,” he continues, “but I won’t let you go so easily. I want you to feel that heart beat for the last time.” And he reaches for something on a shelf behind my head. As my vision starts to fade to black, something presses over my mouth and nose. Air is forced into my my lungs as he squeezes the ambubag. My vision returns crystal clear. I can’t move any part of my body but my eyes now, but he is giving me air to breathe. My heart begins to slow. I can’t look to the monitor but it sounds like it’s at about 150 bpm now.
The doctor squeezes the bag again a few more times, giving me 10 seconds or so to get my oxygen levels all the way back up. He leans in close to whisper in my ear between squeezes and I can feel his cock pressing against me, rock hard through his scrub pants. “Your breathing is in my hands now. I control your lungs. I decide when to let you breathe...and when to stop.”
He sets the bag down. I’m still not breathing. Can’t breathe. My chest is still, but my heart still pounds within it, thrashing violently. With no other movement in my body at all, it is all I can hear, all I can feel. Already, my heart rate is climbing again, my pump thrumming with life. If I wanted to stop, I couldn’t tell him--it’s too late. I’m terrified and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
His waist is outside my limited field of vision, but I can tell from the sound that he’s dropped his scrub pants. He comes in close again, now holding a syringe. He raises it directly in front of my face. His bare, rigid cock is against my hip, and his free hand is making small circles over my throbbing clit. A tiny moan comes from my throat, to my own surprise--the last of the air he pumped into me escaping. He smiles a deadly smile.
He shows me the syringe again and his voice suddenly turns cold, professional. “Potassium chloride is used to stop the patient’s heart. Without full sedation, this may be painful. The feeling has been likened to 'liquid fire' entering veins and snaking towards the heart.”
I’m beginning to feel the lack of oxygen again, a burning feeling deep in my lungs. My heartbeat in the room is growing louder and faster again.
“If you weren’t paralysed this way,” he continues, “Your entire body would spasm uncontrollably, because potassium sends signals to every muscle in the body to contract. When it reaches your heart, it will immediately disrupt the delicate balance of sodium and potassium ions that keep it pumping. And then... well, you’ll see.”
He takes my left arm gently. I can still feel, though I can’t move. The needle pricks into the crook of my elbow, and I can tell when he depresses the plunger, from the immediate burning sensation that begins to spread up my arm.
“There we go,” he says. “You’re on your way to complete cardiovascular collapse, and there’s nothing either of us can do to stop it now.”
My heart is racing, echoing through the room faster than I’ve ever heard it before. The burning pain is spreading through my body one artery at a time. I can trace its path in my mind as it invades my other limbs, my belly, my chest.
The doctor’s eyes go to the monitor. “230,” he says, a small sigh of arousal escaping his lips. “And O2 down to 55. One more to see you through?”
He puts the ambubag over my face again and gives it a few deep squeezes, filling my chest with air and bringing me back to full consciousness to experience the end.
My heart skips for the first time as he pulls the bag away and I feel his cock twitch against me. Putting his right hand under my left breast over the pounding apical beat, he thrusts inside me, his other hand on my clit.
My heart is slamming against my ribs, against his hand, but it’s skipping now as the pressure builds in my chest and the pleasure between my legs. My pump is losing rhythm, fibrillating for a few seconds at a time before stuttering hard with palpable thumps that shake my whole breast. The doctor thrusts forcefully into me in time to those arrthymic thumps, lifting my body in the straps, shoving me hard against the gurney.
Right hand still on my spasming apex, his left goes to my throat. Presses into my carotid, feeling the dissonant pulses there too.
“Your heart will stop any second,” he says, and that left hand goes to my clit.
I can’t think, can’t see, can only feel. My heart is a thundering chaos of failing beats, his cock is battering into me, my body is beginning to spasm against the straps holding me, everything is burning, but I’m climbing a wave of pleasure bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced.
The orgasm rocks through me just as my heart gives one last, massive throb and shudders to a halt. As my consciousness fades, I’m aware of his moan of pleasure and the hot wetness that spills into me and down my thighs. He cums hard as my heart spasms for the last time. My heart is still, my chest unmoving... and everything fades to black.
The patient is ready for you, doctor. Her heart is exhibiting signs of weakness and needs a full examination. The EKG is turned on, as is the patient, so you can begin the doppler at any time. If you wish to stress her heart, please feel free to caress her chest or slide a hand into her jeans.
I’ve probably said this before but I just love the contrast between the EKG beeps and the Doppler 🎶😌 Like having some 2D and 3D audio of that heart pumping at the same time. Would working my stethoscope around the maze of leads, electrodes, and that generous application of gel do anything to get that heart going faster?
how you would like your heart to stop, which is your favorite death?
I love this question, thank you! This changes over time, but for the last few weeks at least I've been very into the idea of drowning. I always like cardiac arrest better when it's caused by someone else, so let's make that being drowned in particular.
This, plus a recent conversation with @drsean55 (😉) have inspired me to write a little, so thank you both!!
TW: dark cardiophilia, non-con
I'm in the bath after a long day, concentrating on....enjoying myself....so I don't hear as you sneak into the house and open the bathroom door. I only become aware of your presence as your hands find my shoulder and throat, pushing me under the water. You step into the bathtub fully clothed so that you can pin me down beneath your bodyweight, preventing me from getting my face above water or breaking your grip. I had no time to prepare myself for submergence and my lungs are empty -- I'm weakening almost immediately.
You move your hands to my petite chest: one on my breastbone, one over my apex. You can restrain me easily by pressing down on my chest, while also feeling my heart beating frantically against your palms. It is slamming wildly in my chest as I push at your arms and the sides of the tub, my hips and thighs bucking under you. My heartbeat is racing faster and faster as my diaphragm begins to spasm. I desperately need air but can't reach it, my mouth and nose just inches below the surface of the bathwater. The involuntary contractions of my body fuel your lust.
Finally--though only 30 seconds or so have passed--you watch my eyes widen as reflex kicks in and I suck in a huge breath of water. In seconds, my arms go slack and my body spasms several times beneath you. My breathing stops as my lungs fill up with water and you see the moment consciousness leaves my eyes. But even then, you can still feel my heart fighting, see my small breasts shake with each desperate beat.
You leave me submerged but don't have to restrain me anymore. You pull the stethoscope from around your neck and place the diaphragm over my tricuspid valve. My heart is becoming chaotic. Quickening sinus rhythm at first soon turns to a series of loud, irregular PVCs with longer and longer pauses. Ba-THUMP.....thump, ba-THUMP-THUMP..........thump. You can feel each failing pump of the organ thrusting against your hand.
At last, its ability to pump fails and you listen closely to the softer sound of fluttering fibrillation within my unmoving chest. Right at the end, my heart throws two massive PVCs, shaking my whole chest before it, and I, go completely still beneath you. You listen a while longer to the silence in my chest before dragging me out of the bathtub. If you can successfully resuscitate me you can do it all again....
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For anyone else into drowning + cardiac arrest, here are a few of my favourite things:
- "Frustration" by @resus-girl (drowning, resus, sexual non-con, Mf)
- "While Drowning" by @onouwu (drowning, non-con, Ff)
- This video by (or with heart added by?) @fraic123 (drowning, implied non-con, f)
Fuuuuuckkkkk. So hot! 🥵 I’m glad we were on the same wavelength on this scenario. Eager to pull you out of the tub, straddle those hips, and get to work on that precious heart of yours 😉
💗🎶🩺☺️ What a lovely and calming beat. How wonderful would it be to have my hands in place of yours? Just feeling your heart work and pump through your soft, freshly showered and lotioned skin would be a total dream fantasy…
I’d love pull you out of the hot steamy shower before you had a chance to fully towel off and lay you back like this on the bed, hair still damp and skin still beaded up with water. I know the cool air of the bedroom - a stark contrast to the hot shower just moments earlier - would cause your body temperature to quickly drop and your heart to pump even harder and faster to rush warm blood through your veins. I’d press my strong, warm hand firmly over your heart and feel it hammering away against your rib cage and reverberating through to my palm and radiating to my fingertips. I’d reach over to the nightstand and hand you my Littman stethoscope and tell you “You may need to listen to this”. No sooner do you manage to get the earpieces in your ears as I begin to press down hard with my weight onto your chest. I can feel your frantic and confused pump banging even harder and faster against your rib cage - almost like a trapped little humming bird trying to escape. I look you directly in your eyes as I apply more pressure and slowly straddle and mount your hips - just to make sure you can’t wriggle away from me. I can see the fear but also the intense enjoyment in your eyes as I lean in closer and whisper, “Your heart is mine now” 😈
I was about to take a shower and I suddenly started feeling chest pains so I sat down hoping it would go away, it got worse instead, to the point I couldn bear it anymore, I layed down and I went into cardiac arrest, I was found by a roommate who quickly started performing cpr and mouth to mouth on me, checking my heart with a stethoscope, they undressed me more and more as time went on to have more access to my chest and heart, later they used a defibrillator to restart my heart 🫀🫁🩺
This is a self resus video I made for my onlyfans, go ahead and subscribe to see it 🥰
😌 Love the way the orchestra of your heartbeat, breathing, EKG beeps, and little moans all just steadily increase leading up to your … crescendo 😉🌊😍 Beautiful!
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