I was naked in bed, drifting off to sleep. @english-gentleman was lying besides me playing games on his phone. I’d asked if he’d suffocate me again and he’d “hmmm”’d in response. I was aware he wanted to fuck me before he fell asleep but we both knew I didn’t need to be awake for that.
So I wasn’t expecting him to haul me out of my comfy blanket burrito and position me sitting on the side of my bed, legs dangling down the side. I was chilly so he draped the blanket around my shoulders. Then the plastic bag came down over my head, bundled in his hand and held closed tightly around my throat.
I’d asked for this. I loved it, staring up in his eyes through the hazy plastic, each breath bringing the bag closer to my face as the air ran out. Then it got difficult to breath, I shook my head emphatically. “Please,” I pleaded. “I cant.”
“Sshhh,” he whispered in response. “Two more breaths.”
So, for him, I fought through two more breaths. He let go of the bag, creating a small gap for fresh air. “Take five breaths then you go back in.”
Five breaths wasn’t nearly enough but that’s all I got before the bag was wrapped around my head. Looking up into his eyes, breathing in, breathing out, as it got harder and harder. When my lungs started burning and I couldn’t take it anymore, I whispered a plea and got the same instruction: take two more breaths.
When he let me out this time, I took slow, deep breaths, trying to get the most out of the fresh air I was finally being allowed. That was too slow for him so after four breaths, he pulled the bag down over my head again.
We repeated this with four or five times. With each repetition, I got more and more desperate, my lungs burning, my eyes going hazy, time slowed down. At one point, I was stroking his cock with my hands as I stared at him through the bag. He remained calm, telling me I had enough air, I could do this for him, sometimes making me suffer two more breaths before he let me out, sometimes three.
And just when I was at the tip of breaking down, just when I thought this would never end, he ripped the bag off my head, pushed me back and slid into my very wet cunt.
I was light headed and so grateful to be able to breath, so grateful that he was fucking me. Being fucked is my favourite thing but the sensations were amplified in my hazy mind. So when he asked, mid fuck, if I wanted the plastic bag again, I hesitated. First I shook my head no but when he asked if I was sure, I felt myself nod.
The bag was on my head again. Still tight around my neck but it was looser around my head so it took much longer for me to feel the effects of having my air limited. Daddy was fucking me hard and I could sink into that, almost forgetting the bag for a while. Even when it started getting difficult, I didn’t complain, enjoying the fucking too much. So when I did start to plea, I was already struggling quite a lot, already on the brink of panic. But his response to my begging was short and rough: “the bag stays on until I cum.”
My cunt clenched and my mind turned off. I was his fuckhole. I was desperate for air but his desire to cum superseded that. I tried to focus on his cock inside me, tried to ignore my need for air. I could feel him getting close, but I could also feel my panic build as it got harder and harder to breathe. And, again, just as I reached my limit and began to thrash in panic, he came inside me and yanked the bag off me.
