#breath control

[cuffs011]

Source: FetishSlaveStudio

[konigs-lover]

‘sweet’ kidnapper könig doesn’t want to hurt you, he doesn’t like hitting you or leaving bruises on you, that hurts his heart, can’t you understand schatzi?

why do you have to scream and kick and shout at him? he’s only trying to take care of you.

‘insane’, HAH… maybe, but he only wants to take care of you.

be a good pet and shut up while he tries to put the chains on your wrists, he doesn’t want to bruise your pretty face.

what the fuck is wrong with you? why did you punch his cheek? why do you have to do this liebling? now look at what you made him do, his hands are wrapped around your throat and the fingers are pressing down on it.

fuuuck, he can feel you gasping, trying to breathe, your nails scratching at his forearms and your sweet legs kicking around.

oh look at your eyes, look at how they’re rolling to the back of your head. you look beautiful like this, mausi.

[littlmiddle]

old video japanese in gasmask with rebreather

someone DMme to tell where the original vid is.

[dedalopassion]

Johnny divenne la frequentazione fissa del giovane architetto e il ragazzino assunse prepotentemente il ruolo di suo dominatore.

Pian piano venne fuori la voglia del giovane pervertito di praticare breath control e asfissia, pratiche che il ragazzo poté facilmente realizzare vista la ampia disponibilità di cappucci integrali, sacche e guaine sigillanti in possesso dell’altro feticista.

Dopo i primi incontri in cui si praticavano rapporti diretti, man mano ci fu una evoluzione negli incontri e si passò solo a pratiche BDSM con godimento reciproco autonomo. Alberto adorava la tipologia di rapporto asettico introdotta dallo scaltro e risoluto ragazzino, diventando con il tempo sempre più desideroso e dipendente di quelle espressioni di perversione estrema.

Quel giorno Johnny fu particolarmente duro e insistente con il lenzuolo di lattice e Alberto provò un godimento estremo nell’asfissia prolungata mai sperimentato prima.

[rexsm]

[twd-bee3]

"Chokehold's illegal."

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: You and Daryl experiment with choking.

Warnings/Tags: smut with no plot, soft dom!daryl, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, choking (please be safe), use of the term 'good girl', unprotected p in v sex, aftercare included, season 6, established relationship, no use of Y/N

Word count: 760 words

A/N: I know that this is a shorter fic, but I needed to get this horny idea written down. This is inspired by my mutual @vngelisse and I’s shared obsession with Daryl Dixon’s biceps. The title is a direct quote from an interaction between Shane and Daryl in season one, episode three. This concept was reignited when I saw this post by @saccharinesweetiepie. Enjoy!!

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It was no secret that you were obsessed with Daryl’s biceps. The way that they flexed when he worked on his motorcycle, how he picked you up with ease, all of it. That’s what lead to the events of tonight. Your boyfriend was currently fucking you from behind. His thick cock was stretching you out as he thrusted in and out of you. It was at this moment that you gained the courage to ask for what you wanted.

“Choke me. Please.”

“You want me to choke you?”

Your words had clearly caught Daryl off guard because his movements slowed to a stop. He gripped your chin and turned your face to look over your shoulder. It was crucial that he was able to see the desire and certainty in your eyes. This was uncharted territory for him. You nodded fervently and spoke again.

“Yes, please. Just wrap your arm around my throat. I’ll let you know when to stop.”

“You can’t talk, though. How would you let me know when to stop?”

Now, that was a good question. You paused and took a moment to think about this. Your brain was slightly fuzzy from the fact that Daryl was still buried deep inside of you. In the past, the two of you had used a safe word, but that wouldn’t work for something like this. When the idea finally came to you, your eyes lit up.

“I’ll tap your arm twice. How’s that?”

“Okay. I just aint’t wanna accidentally hurt you, sweetheart.”

“You won’t. I know my limits and you know yours. I really want this, Daryl.”

Daryl was terrified of causing you harm, so this was hard for him to wrap his head around. He trusted you to call it quits if things got to be too much, though. All he had to do was gently squeeze. After processing this for a minute, he nodded and kissed the back of your neck.

“Alright. I can do that. Promise that you’ll tap out if it’s too much?”

“Promise.”

Taking a deep breath to steel himself, Daryl finally gave in and wrapped his arm around your neck. His large, bulging bicep pressed into your throat. It cut off your air just enough to be dizzying without feeling suffocating. As he did this, he resumed his ministrations and his breath was hot against your shoulder.

Your head was spinning, and you could feel your eyes rolling back in pleasure. You were so close to reaching your peak. Choked whimpers tumbled from your lips. Daryl could feel that way that your walls were clenching around his cock, and it only encouraged him to move faster. The sound of skin slapping skin was downright sinful. Your boyfriend had to admit that seeing you breathless from his grasp was more pleasurable than he could’ve ever imagined. He was also nearing his euphoria, but he was holding back for you.

Without warning, the orgasm slammed into you, and you couldn’t stay on your feet. Daryl’s arm dropped from your throat, and he used both arms to keep you upright. The second that he wasn’t pressing on your neck, you gasped softly and managed to take a few deep breaths. He rutted into you a few more times before his high followed. Your legs were shaking, and you could feel your boyfriend’s chest heaving against your back. His gravelly voice murmured praise into your ear.

“Good girl. Just breathe. I got you.”

The two of you stayed like this while Daryl waited for you to gather yourself. He pressed soft kisses to your skin and brushed your hair back from your face. You had calmed down enough to talk, and even though he couldn’t see your face from this angle, he could tell that you were beaming.

“That was fuckin’ perfect, Daryl. Thank you.”

“Yeah? It was everythin’ that you thought it was gonna be?”

“Mhm, and more.”

“I didn’t squeeze too hard or anythin’, right?”

“No, you did great.”

“Thank you for trustin’ me with that, sweet girl.”

“Always.”

Smiling softly, Daryl slowly pulled out of you and ignored your whine of protest. You were both exhausted, and he was set on getting you to bed. He turned you around to face him and carefully met your lips with his. There was just as much passion as earlier, but he was taking this slower. Once he’d pulled back, his hand carded through your hair again, and he took in your tired features.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“M’kay. Love you.”

“I love you more, sweetheart.”

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[emoboy-cunt]

I would honestly get phallo just for the chance to facefuck a girl and ignore her pitiful slaps against my thigh. if I’m about to cum then that’s way more important than a bitch’s oxygen lol

[rubberdd]