Advent Kinkendar: December 7th [Ffm]

It was only when she woke us for breakfast this morning that Miss confirmed that yesterday’s theme was objectification; though I wasn’t in much doubt about it anymore. She asked if we enjoyed it, and apart from rubbing our stiff joints, we both agreed that it had been pretty amazing. Who would think that being completely ignored would be an enjoyable way to pass time.

Today took more trust than I have ever placed in one person before. I’ll admit that I was kinda scared a few times.

As Miss handed us the much larger boxes this morning, she made it very clear that today was likely to be very intense, and that at any point we could call a halt to it without leaving the whole experience altogether. I opened the box more nervously than usual, but couldn’t tell what it was until I lifted it out. It was a sort of hood or mask made of rubber, but with the only hole for the mouth, not eyes or nose. 

“Sensory deprivation and breath play today” Miss said, more sternly than usual. “The rest of your… outfits… are ready downstairs. Come, let’s get you ready”. She led us down and into the dungeon room where two sort of sleeping bags were laid out on the floor. 

“There are three main risks today, and you both need to be fully aware of these before we start. As I told you upstairs, you will be able to back out of today’s experience at any time without consequence; but making a start is not optional. You both know your safewords, and I won’t be offended at all if you use them. Some kinks are simply too intense for some people, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“So, the first consideration is that of dehydration. To that end you each have a litre of water to finish before we start” She handed us large bottles and we began drinking. “The second is of temperature. The room feels warm now, and that is to keep the temperature at your floor level appropriate. But should you feel faint or tingling you need to speak up right away. The final is the obvious associated with breath play. All I can try to do is reassure you that I am extremely experienced in this area; but it does require a huge amount of trust, which I appreciate you probably don’t have in me after just four days. So we will see how you both take it.”

“Right; finish those up and lets get you started.”

You should probably know that I’m incredibly stubborn; so right away I had decided that at the very least I would definitely last longer than the boy. Yes I know that’s stupid; but it’s just how I am. Anyway, he finished his drink first (I may have dawdled a bit…) so I got to watch Miss strap him in. 

She started with some earplugs and then the hood before lying him down in the bag. There were no separate legs, just one tapered section from the waist down. Miss zipped that up as far as his cage, then tightened additional straps around him before moving to his torso. This did have arms, but after zipping it from his neck to stomach, they were strapped across his chest like a straitjacket. Finally she removed his cage, and held his cock and balls outside of the bag while zipping it closed above and below; the only piece of his flesh remaining visible, and the only hole apart from his mouth. She then added additional straps holding him in place on the floor.

My suit had a couple of differences which I discovered as she fitted me into it. Right away my feelings were heightened, unable to see or hear anything at all, so all I had left was my touch. It was also weird being forced to breathe only through my mouth, though I didn’t notice that so much after a while. In my case instead of having my legs strapped together, she strapped them tightly to the floor, holding my legs apart. But like the boy, my crotch was also left exposed.

From the moment she finished the last strap I was completely alone in my own head. I had no way to know if she was still in the room watching us, or if she had left for breakfast. Thinking of which, I realised she hadn’t given us any of that either, and I began to feel quite hungry.

Remember how I talked about losing track of time a number of other times so far this week? Well none of those were anything compared to this. I had no way to track anything at all; no idea if anything had taken minutes or hours. After the first probably half an hour, that was it; I might have spent five minutes thinking about my hunger, or five hours, I just couldn’t tell at all.

It’s really weird being completely inside your own head like that; and maybe especially weird for my generation so used to constant noise and our phones. My brain would jump from one thought to another, racing away. I honestly can’t remember much of what went through my head as I lay there.

Without warning something clamped over my mouth, preventing me breathing. So much time with nothing had let me forget about the other aspect to today and I panicked. I was quickly released, but the shock had my heart racing. A short time passed and I felt the hand cover my mouth again, this time accompanied by rubbing of my clit. The combination was remarkable, and I don’t know if it was the sensory deprivation, adrenaline, or choking but every touch on my pussy was absolutely electric.

Miss is quite the expert at giving pleasure, and along with my heightened state climax hit me as lightheadedness began to set in. She held my mouth as my body began to jerk, releasing me just as I peaked. I could only pant shakily, wondering if she was now giving the boy similar treatment just feet away. All I knew was that I was alone in my head again as I came down.

Honestly, sensory deprivation really messes with your head in weird ways. I can’t tell you exactly what happened in what order, or even what combination, just describe some of it. But also one of the most humiliating things of my life so far too. Remember that litre of water I drank? Well of course that has to come out sometime, and as I lay there the urge came stronger and stronger. I even dared to try to ask Miss, not knowing if she was even there, but received no response; or none that I was able to see or hear.

I managed to keep holding it throughout another of Miss’ chokings, barely. I think that one might have been the first time she sat on my face, but I’m not sure. Each time she got off me to let me breathe, I tried to tell her, but she would just put her finger to my lips, or sit back on me again. It was only after I gave up trying to speak that she actually stopped smothering me. Soon, though, it was just too much to hold, and my bladder released, probably spraying enough that the boy felt it on his bare cock. I felt so unbelievably dirty, embarrassed, and humiliated.

I don’t know if Miss had been sitting watching, or if she just came back a little time after; but I was very grateful for the warm, damp cloth she cleaned me up with, before smothering me with her ass and bringing me to climax again.

Honestly, it started to feel like days and nights must have passed. Suddenly I would feel some part of Miss, her pussy or ass, smother my face; or her hand or strap around my throat, or even a toy down my throat. Sometimes the suffocation would be accompanied by fingers on my clit, a toy in my pussy, or vibrator; and sometimes it would just be the breath play alone. Sometimes it would just be once, sometimes multiple times over and over again.

I was almost entirely delirious, starving, and exhausted when the final time came around. Of course I didn’t know it was the final time right there and then. Miss was fucking me hard with a strapon, her hand tightly around my throat. As I climaxed she released me, and pressed her lips against mine, continuing to fuck me to another screeching orgasm while we kissed. She continued sweetly making out with me while unstrapping and unzipping the suit, caressing my sweaty skin as best she could. I was shaking and shivering, but not from cold, as she removed the hood too and carried me to the living room sofa.

The boy was brought in as well, and she brought us a late lunch together. She sat with us and discussed the day, clearly enjoying hearing about how intense we both found it, and giggling about us both pissing ourselves. 

The feeling of anything against my skin still feels quite intense even now as I write this.

Wow!

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