Would you please write something about someone enjoying making their heart erratic with pressure or breathplay?
Here you go!
Work was done for the day, the house was empty except for her and her cat, Beans McMuffinpaws, and there was no housework that couldn’t wait until tomorrow. Now, with night having fully closed in, it was time to play.
Kate carefully shut her bedroom door so Beans wouldn’t be able to interrupt, leaving her alone in the soft, warm yellow light of her bedside lamp, where she took off her shirt and bra. In one of the drawers beneath the lamp there was a stethoscope with teal tubing. She picked the medical instrument up with a mixture of reverence and anticipation and got comfortable on her bed, allowing herself to sink back into a nest of several pillows.
She placed the earpieces snugly in her ears and lightly pressed the diaphragm onto her chest.
Ba-thump…ba-thump…ba-thump…ba-thump…ba-thump…
The sound of her heart pumping away immediately enveloped her. The closing of the valves was so clear, accompanied by a soft whoosh of blood, and Kate smiled. Her cardiac muscle sounded great at rest, but it was always better when she played with it.
She took a few deep breaths, her heart speeding up and slowing down at the oxygen levels changing. She took one more deep breath and held it.
Her pump slowed, beating steadily as it worked through the oxygen stored in her body. It was a soothing melody, slow enough to fall asleep to, but she had no plans to doze off yet. Thirty seconds passed and the minute mark crept up. Her lungs began to burn and she shifted in her pillow nest. She let out her breath in an explosive burst and inhaled greedily.
Kate grinned as her heart skipped and stumbled, trying to get back to a normal rhythm after the sudden oxygen rush after the deprivation. The muscle thudded against her ribs and pushed the stethoscope’s diaphragm up with every contraction of her ventricles. Without giving it much time to recover, she took another deep breath and held it.
It slowed again, thudding awkwardly against the stethoscope, the beats slightly more pronounced than last time. Her oxygen seemed to deplete faster than before and she had to gasp for breath. Her heart didn’t like it one bit, fumbling several beats in a row and then tripping over a few more here and there.
The blood filled muscle felt amazing as it moved about unsteadily within her chest.
Time to make things more interesting.
Leaving the soft nest of pillows, Kate grabbed a metallic water bottle from next to her lamp and walked over to her door frame. She placed one end against the sturdy wood and the other just left of her sternum. She walked into it, forcing it to stay between her ribs and the wall. The diaphragm of the stethoscope was settled an inch above the bottle. Her heart was already beating a little faster as if eager for the next event.
She stepped forward a bit and let her weight lean into the bottle. The pressure against her chest pushed into her heart, affecting its work. As one ventricle was compressed, the muscle sped up to compensate for the lower blood volume going in and out.
Kate closed her eyes, pressing herself even closer to the door frame.
Her whole body was bouncing against the water bottle, her pump doing its best to fight against the pressure. The racing and pounding was beautiful.
She pressed even harder and took a deep breath, holding it in. The bouncing was very obvious and her heart seemed confused as it tried to slow while still being crushed. It stuttered for a moment until it seemed to adjust, pounding steadily along. When she let her breath out and sucked in another one, still applying pressure, her cardiac muscle threw a fit.
Its internal pacemaker misfired beat after beat, leaving the pump to struggle along at its increased pace. Kate’s heart was like a hurdle jumper sprinting away and knocking down many of the hurdles along the way.
She grabbed the water bottle and stepped completely back, letting the overworked muscle recover. Her eyes were still closed as she heard her heart slowly decrease rate from its sustained sprint. The skips and stumbles happened less and less until her heart had fully recovered, thumping steadily inside her.
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