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I got a defib shock of 10 J, however, this time I managed to get a recording of my heartbeat during the process. I had a brief arrhythmia immediately following the shock. Felt AMAZING! Fellow user Klem74 was the one administering the defibrillation
Patient goes to the doctor experiencing a racing heart and chest pain, but it's hard to tell whether the doctor is trying to help or enjoying it a little too much...
The full version of this has voice RP in it because people seem to like that! I played both the patient and the (off-screen) questionably moral doctor examining her. I don't feel comfortable posting my voice outside of the OF paywall though, so this little snippet doesn't have any talking.
Happy holidays!! đA hot giftđđ
What happens when I'm very heart-horny, the little guy sounds quite unhappy, and I listen while letting my mind run free? My poor heart's struggling can indeed make me cum all on its own xD
No touching myself or providing any external forms of pleasure in this, just laying there holding the steth to my chest and, well, being me đ
As it kept pounding faster and the murmur kept getting louder, it turned me on more and more, which only served to make it work even harder đ€€
Around the 4min mark, ugh my heart slamming so violently and sounding so strained, I was already uncontrollably shuddering and squirming. Then the spontaneous orgasm shortly after đ€
I told you it was fine for us to fuck while I was wearing the Holter, and it is, technically. But I was so turned on that I guess I forgot to mention the heart condition that was the reason for wearing it in the first place.... I feel great at first, so incredibly turned on that you're fucking me while we listen to my heart and I'm all wired up. But when my heart starts to pump hard enough, I feel sudden pains shooting through my chest. With every beat I can feel the chambers of my heart squeezing too hard and out of sync. It's overworked, stumbling and struggling to keep up with my pleasure. You stop, concerned, but I beg you not to. Tell you to keep going. I need this so badly. I can't resist the urge to feel my heart fail while you fuck me, every arrythmic beat captured by the Holter electrodes. "Please," I beg, "I need you to fuck my heart into arrest." And you want this just as much as I do, so you oblige....
Reblogging with improved censoring because I just noticed that Tumblr had blocked this post a while back. Oops!
"God I wish that were me..." as the old meme goes. It reminds me how this kink all got started for me, playing doctor, which I haven't gotten to do in years. Decades. I love how her cheeks flush pink and get pinker as the role play continues-- and how she reacts to each hard precordial thump her boyfriend gives her. Notice how her mouth opens slowly as she savors the shock and the feeling. You know they fucked immediately after.
Omg this is so beyond hot đ„”đđŠ the hollow sounds those precordial thumps and the compressions, the movements, OMGđ„”đ„” Iâm so horny and I have to go to work now đ
Omfg..... hot as hell đ„”
heartbeat simulator gameplay. this is the app version.
Pushes are fun. Feeling like my heart is going to pound out of my chest and stop is just.... đ„”
Steth sesh
Reaching the spaces between the electrodes in order to listen to a pounding heartbeat⊠Breathing in order to make the heart beat even harder⊠Feeling it pushing against the chestpieceâŠ
I need this! I need this so bad đ©șđ«
Still one of my favorite videos of a heart failing.
âPatient File 12045, Cardiac response to various stimuli,â The Doctor announces to the medical students watching from the lecture hall above. The mask over his face obscures his features, leaving only his eyes to pierce into yours as he circles your laying form like a hunter stalking his prey.
The harsh hospital lighting assaults your eyes, making every sensation all the more intense as you attempt to get your bearings in the new environment. You try to move your limbs only for them to stop short against the leather restraints pinning them to the examination table, your arms outstretched and your legs pried open. The sudden rapid beeping of an ecg monitor lets you know of your own hearts excitement and fear at the situation, only going faster once you process the cold sensation of the sterile air on your bare skin, nipples hardening.
âTake note of the patientâs vitals as he comes out from the sedative, even without any outside stimulants the heart begins to pound away from the bodyâs fear response,â He says matter-of-factly as he takes his gloved hand and trails it up your leg to your stomach, then finally settling over your heart. The tips of his fingers pinch and swirl around your nipple, causing you to let out an involuntary moan that makes him chuckle, âTake note of any involuntary responses to the stimuli.â
The doctor continues on with his work, the crowd of students seemingly disappearing into the background as he begins setting up a pair of AED pads onto your chest, âDonât worry,â he coos, watching your heart rate jump from 120 to 145, âWe wonât begin with electrical stimulation just yetâŠâ Turning away from you, he grabs three 20 gauge needles and holds them up for the crowd to see, âI will be starting with the insertion of 20 gauge needles into the left and right ventricle of the patientâs heart.â
The doctor returns his attention to your helpless form and positions the first needle near the apex of your heart. With a gentle push, the cold metal slides in like butter into the thrashing organ, quickly followed by the second and third needles. You can feel a tightness spread across your chest as your heart attempts to compensate for the metals disrupting its rhythm. The ecg monitor reads out a series of skips and pauses, your heart speeding up then slowing down as it tries to find its footing again.
âPatient heart rate has risen past 150, though seems to be recovering quickly.â He states coldly as he turns on the AED, inputting his desired settings before making eye contact with you, âLet the electrical stimulation proceed at 160 bpm.â
With the flip of a switch your heart lurches forward, your whole body jolting from the intensity of the pace the doctor has set for you. Every squeeze, every beat of your heart sends heat down to the pit of your stomach and you canât help but writhe and moan pathetically beneath the gaze of the crowd. You can feel the slick start to leak out from your hole and your cock begin to throb with every shock to your heart.
âNow increasing the pace to 170bpmâŠâ
Your breaths come in short, labored pants, your pump begging for oxygen. Off to the side, you see the doctor fiddling with a syringe and a vial, the imagery causing your heart to fibrillate for just a moment before the pacemaker forces it back to submission.
âAdministering .4mg of epinephrine straight into the heart.â
A wave of coldness spreads throughout your heart, making it shiver in the process as the epinephrine floods your chambers. Immediately your heart takes off to the races, the ecg monitor sounding off alarms as your heart peaks past 185bpm. Youâre lightheaded now, the edges of your vision blurring and your body shaking with every thrash of your pump. You can definitely feel how wet you are just from how hard your cock is pulsing with desire.
âPatientâs heart continues to pound away despite the cocktail of stimuli assaulting his organ, current bpm 190,â He looks on at you with quiet admiration, enjoying the sight of your wriggling figure and your hard cock, âTime for one last push, my dear.â
With swift movements a gas mask is placed over your face, a bottle of poppers attached to the end of it, leaving your only source of air to be the intoxicating fumes of the bottle. From your first breath of the bottle, youâre left moaning in ecstasy as you feel the sensation of your blood vessels widening and your blood pressure dropping rapidly. Your wrists and ankles pull taught on your restraints, your back arching off the table as your O2 levels quickly begin to spiral.
âThatâs right my dear, letâs finish off this beautiful heart of yours,â The doctor practically groans himself, his own arousal straining against the confines of his pants. His hand finds its way to your aching cock and strokes it to the rhythm of your failing heart.
200âŠ210âŠ230⊠your heart no longer beating but instead turning into a quivering mess as the doctor pushes you over the edge. Your body convulses on the table as you begin to seize, eyes rolling into the back of your head and your breathing coming in choked gasps. Everything feels too hot and too cold at the same time, the beeping of the ecg monitor too loud yet far away in your ears. The last sound youâre able to process is the thunderous roar of applause from the audience before your consciousness fades away and your body becomes limp.
âAmazing,â The doctor announces, taking in your unconscious form, ânow, who would like to volunteer to resuscitate the patient?â
should NOT have opened this at work. Holy shit. holy SHIT
i will be rereading this at least 5x per day for the foreseeable future thank you so much for taking the time and effort to write it
Wow.... that's hot af....
I'm absolutely amazed by this artistic video by Christopher Janney and the dancer Deyana Popov...
If you ever wonder what is like when a sound normally audible only to the dancer, being shared with the entire audience, this is it.
The simple concept of dancing to one's heartbeat is so cool. It is determined to be a positive feedback loop - faster movement leads to faster heartbeat, then a faster tempo, which leads to even faster movement. Eventually the dancer's heart forgets about how nervous they are, and just pumps blood for the body that craves for oxygen from intense exertion. From this moment, the entire stage enters a cardio zone, just mesmerising.
There are quite a few other performances directed by Christopher but with different dancers and I like this one by Deyana the most. Her heart is reactive to the performance, even before the dance begins. With the solo leading to the finale, her heart races to an astonishing 190 bpm. The body inside has turned into a storm, and the entire audience could hear just that, yet she wraps all that storm up and presents the most professional and steady movements to this extremely high beats "music".
Could anyone write a longer piece from Deyana's perspective, how she thinks and feels before, during and after this performance? Yes, I am commissioning a fantasy! Because I am so fascinated by this rn XDDD Please comment and share :)))
Any cardio writers looking for inspo? Check it đđđ«âš
His POV, for those who have wondered what it might look like to have a girl ride you while she's all wired up đ
I shouldnât want⊠to be made to stay shirtless any time you're around, just so you can keep an eye on my visible pulses. My carotid pulses fluttering in my neck, my apical impulse showcasing every contraction of my heart muscle, my left breastâ located right above itâ slightly bouncing in time with every beat, the soft pulsing of my abdominal aorta beneath my little tummy.. all laid out bare for you to see. I shouldn't want... to be auscultated any time you wish, my heart forcefully pushing up against the stethoscope pressed to my apex like it's fighting against it, rhythm stumbling over itself anytime you utter soft praises into my ear.
My apologies, I hadn't noticed this one. Time to rectify my lack of awareness, I hope whoever sent it enjoys my response.
That one came out slow and needy, didnât it? Like you were already breathing shallow, already feeling the air move across bare skin youâre not supposed to expose so easily.
You shouldnât want to be kept shirtless the second I walk through the door. Shouldnât want the rule to settle over you quiet and absolute: top off, always, whenever Iâm near. No bra, no excuses, no hiding behind crossed arms or clever angles. Just you, soft and open, every visible rhythm on display like a living map of how badly your body wants to be watched.
Iâd see it all without even trying. The quick flutter at your throat when my eyes land on you, carotid tripping like itâs trying to wave hello. The steady apical bounce under your left breast, that small, helpless lift every time your heart contracts hard enough to push the muscle against your ribcage. Your nipple tightening in the cool air, the whole breast rising and falling a fraction out of sync with your breathing because the pulse underneath is louder, stronger, more honest than any words you could say.
And lower, that faint throb beneath the soft curve of your tummy. Abdominal aorta pressing up against skin thatâs already flushing, each beat visible if I look close enough, if I make you stand still and let me trace it with one fingertip while you try not to squirm.
You shouldnât want me reaching for the stethoscope whenever the mood strikes. Shouldnât want the cold bell pressed firm to your apex without warning, right over the point of maximum impulse, feeling your heart slam upward like itâs trying to meet the metal halfway. Iâd hold it there, unmoving, while I lean in close enough that my breath brushes your ear and murmur something simple. âGood girl.â âThatâs my sweet little heart.â âListen to how hard sheâs working just because Iâm looking at her.â
Every praise would make the rhythm stumble. A skipped beat, a sudden gallop, a frantic double-thud that vibrates straight through the tubing into my ears. Youâd try to stay still, try to breathe even, but your body doesnât listen. It races. It flutters. It betrays every soft word with louder, messier contractions until the stethoscope picks up nothing but chaotic proof of how much you crave being monitored, being measured, being owned down to the electrical signal firing in your chest.
Iâd keep you like that for as long as I want. Shirtless. Exposed. Pulse on parade. And when your heart finally settles into that heavy, obedient thud-thud-thud of surrender, Iâd reward it with one slow circle of the bell, pressing just hard enough to feel the next excited jump.
Because we both know thatâs what youâre really asking for. Not just to be seen. To be heard.
ChissĂ cosa fa battere il mio cuore cosĂŹâŠ
What could me making my heart beat like this�
~strawberry heartđ~
Would love for someone to tie me up and force me to have my heart listened to.... đ„”
why is this so hot đ© heart beating so fast thinking of what they might do to you next and they turn you over and listen to your racing heartbeat, fully aware of the effect they have on you đ«¶đ«¶
Need this with another girl â€ïž she needed to listen for longer, though!
I was going through an old computer of mine, when I stumbled upon an audio file containing not only my fastest ever recorded heart rate ( The recording starts post exercise at around ~210 Bpm ), but right afterwards, my fastest ever recorded irregular heartbeat đ This is not to be confused with the first post on this account, which was just a mess of confused pumps and flip-flops. This one is comprised of three distinct runs of SVTs, near complete fibrillations.
During the most intense of which, the last one, my heart "beats" at a dizzying 249 Bpm for nearly 4 seconds đ”âđ«
I would say to enjoy my heartbeat, but it's less so beats than quivers in this oneđ«
Working to get her heart rate up for her stress echocardiogram (even though my heart rate got WAAAY higher than hers while filming this part)
Oooh.... đ
