#MasturbationMonday – #Breathplay Asphyxiation #BDSM

Masturbation Monday

A big howdy there from all of us at Masturbation Monday. Not only is it the best day of the week, but May is also Masturbation MONTH would you believe? How cool is that? Now I have an excuse… not that I needed one 😉

OK, so what am I up to at the moment? Designing mini-tag’s to attach to swag for my Birmingham Second City signing. Having too much fun, as you can see!

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Learning The Ropes

‘I suspect you’re wondering why it’s called the Red Room?’ he said, running his hand through the short, immaculate spikes of his hair. ‘It’s to do with the colour your backside will be when I’ve finished with you in here. Each and every pony in this facility has their backside whipped, smacked or cropped at least once a day. That way, your trainer need only apply the lightest of touches to your rump and you will rush to do their bidding. If they decide to give you a tap with the crop, it will send a lightning jolt of sensation throughout your body because your flesh will be incredibly tender. It will also help to keep you aroused throughout the day, which is an important part of being a world-class pony girl, and that’s what we do here at Albrecht. So, let’s get started. Hop up on the table.’

Jenny stared at him. Had he just asked her to prepare herself for a spanking?

‘I suggest you start on all fours and dip your head forward onto your hands and push that beautiful backside up and outwards for me. Show me how much you’d like that delicate little tush to be spanked.’

Mark didn’t bother to acknowledge the seething look of hatred on Jenny’s face. He concentrated his focus on the table, slowly relaxed every part of his body and silently counted to ten. He only made it to number three before she flew at him.

Jenny was on two legs in a matter of seconds. They didn’t co-operate as they should, her calves cramping instantly, but it didn’t matter. Adrenaline succeeded where bodily functions failed. Her hands made claw shapes, nails flew at his face and a knee aimed for his groin. She didn’t play nice. The only thing missing was her teeth, which would have sunk into his flesh. Fighting harder than she’d ever fought in her life, she kicked, punched, pummelled and scratched. The urge to have him suffer under her hands was strong and the anger that devoured her was fresh and sharp.

Later, she would question the emotion she felt in that room, over and over again. Unbelievably, she would admit to herself that even had the chance to kill him presented itself, she wouldn’t have been able to go through with it. It wasn’t because she wasn’t capable of the deed; with the circumstances she found herself in, she would have felt vindicated had she extinguished his life. There was something about Mark that wouldn’t have let her seriously hurt him and she adamantly refused to examine that.

As it was, no such opportunity presented itself. She found herself flat on her back nearly as soon as her attack began and by the look in his eyes, which were black and murderous, he had no such compunctions about killing her. Having been sharply winded as she hit the floor, she now found a large hand circling the contours of her neck.

At first he pressed softly, restricting her airflow little by little. Jenny hardly noticed at first, unable to breathe as a result of her harsh fall. As the pressure continued, her eyes began to bulge in their sockets, but movement was impossible. He had pinioned her with his large body and she didn’t have enough energy left to dislodge him. To distract her further, his free hand found the wet, sticky folds of her labia and began to stroke them. Soft, gentle, fluttery strokes that made her body want to reach up and greet them.

Jenny couldn’t fight him, she could barely inhale. The attack by his fingers was merciless. They flowed from pussy to clit and dipped and dived with wicked precision, one moment gently caressing, the next pumping and drilling vigorously. His other hand kept tightening its hold around her neck, pressing more firmly, degree by degree. Jenny wouldn’t have been able to breathe even if he relaxed his hold, as arousal had begun to overwhelm her with a sudden intensity that was terrifying. The man was slowly beginning to squeeze the life out of her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Upon discovering he was serious in his intent, the onset of panic was swift. This man was going to hurt her. His dark look said he had every intention of doing so and those expert fingers had apparently practised this type of thing before. What sort of sexual deviants did they employ here? The staff were completely insane! Fingers clamped over her windpipe and began to press hard, crushing and bruising her fragile airway with frightening speed. It wasn’t long before she became light-headed with lack of oxygen and all she could do was watch while those dark brown eyes bored into hers. Was he going to kill her?

Black spots danced before her eyes. Still his fingers plied her clit, driving her body to planes unknown. She was going to orgasm and then die, without making a single sound of protest. Absurdly, she wondered if she’d enjoy the experience. What a way to go! Her body was on fire, each neuron shooting her to new sexual heights. It was going to be the most amazing climax. His eyes locked onto hers and held them mesmerised. When Jenny thought her lungs were finally about to burst, the air in her body having become unbearably and painfully compressed, he suddenly released the pressure against her throat and tore the gag from her mouth.

Jenny coughed and spluttered uncontrollably. Rolling over, to ease the pressure on her lungs, each breath she desperately sucked in was sheer agony.

Curling into a tight little ball, a single tear fought its way down her cheek.

‘Breathable air is such an important commodity, wouldn’t you agree?’

Utter bastard, she thought, her body shaking terribly as tears began to pour.

There was a moment of silence before Mark spoke. ‘Never let them see you cry, Jenny,’ he whispered gently, his face still inches from hers. ‘No matter what they do, refuse to let them have your tears. That is all you have left here and some days, that might be all that keeps you sane.’ In a matter of seconds he had firmly dispelled the love-sick look. She was never going to look at him in quite the same light again. Good. They’d work better together, having got that much out of the way.

He rose from the floor and gave her a few moments to get herself together, ignoring the soft, choked sobs.

Even though he’d had plenty of experience when it came to breath control play, it had been a risk to use that tactic on her. A calculated one, he admitted to himself, but a risk nevertheless. It didn’t matter how much experience you had with asphyxiation, cardiac arrest was a very real possibility if something went wrong. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Michael Redcliff would have flayed the skin from his body, every single inch of it, if he’d killed his daughter. He also knew that now Jenny realised who was boss, she’d be an obedient little puppy, for a least a few hours or so. She’d always have that episode in the back of head and could be reminded of it, should the occasion arise.

‘Asshole,’ she whispered, when she could once again speak. He’d yet again managed to stop about a second before she would have tumbled head long into the most wondrous climax. Her body gnawed at itself, from the inside out. Closing her eyes against the bitter taste of defeat and denial, she tried to block out the sound of his laughter.

‘That’s better,’ was all he said, giving her a few minutes to recover. Moving over to the steel table in the centre of the room, he pulled at the drawers underneath it. He’d asked for a few things to be ready for him: a practice harness, which he’d fit before he started to stripe her backside. He’d start with the flogger and end with his crop. They were a good combination. When he looked around to order Jenny’s compliance, he found her already making her way towards him, on all fours no less. He had to blink to make sure the apparition was real.

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