“Breathe in”
The voice is soft and firm. A strong hand cradles the back of my neck as I fill my lungs and wait.
“Breathe out, all the way out”
As I surrender my breath another hand comes to rest gently below my jaw and wraps around my throat. The last wisp of air escapes my lungs and I feel both hands begin to grip, feel the gentle pressure build. Fingers and thumb begin to bear down on either side of my neck.
I start to buck and gasp as my body yearns to breathe, but I am not in control. Adrenaline courses through my body. My senses are reeling and my arousal is palpable. Surroundings fade into insignificance, everything focused on the overwhelming desire for air and for the person in control of it.
“Breathe in”
The pressure eases and I breathe deeply, flooding my body with precious oxygen. I quake with with relief, with pleasure, with excitement. My breathing calms but I know there’s more to come. I crave it the sensations and I crave the connection. I offer my trust, my submission.
“Breathe in”