JustFeel
Posts: 9
Joined: 6/11/2009 From: Boston Status: offline
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First time poster here. Figured this would be a good way to introduce myself I've been on both sides of breathplay, and it probably remains one of my biggest turn-ons, right down to the core. It's almost spiritual. So here's the "giving" end. There is a girl at college who I got to know over the past two semesters, and very very gradually introduced to the world of BDSM. You can imagine how slowly I took things, to make sure that a) I wouldn't freak her out and b) I could be sure that she was ready to go further. The most intense, mutually rewarding moments happened when I'd restrained her in some way, either sideways in a hog-tie or to the posts of her dorm bed, and had climbed partly on top of her (fully clothed, I kept sex out of it), and used a latex t-shirt to suffocate her. She's normally very inhibited but the way she moved when I cupped my hands around her chin and forehead and watched her suck the latex to her face was completely natural. I could see that she seemed to find some kind of peace in there, and when she started bucking and moaning I knew that in the last few moments before I gave her more air, she still trusted me. The way she described it was that all her daily worries and anxieties (of which there were many) suddenly stopped concerning her. Being suffocated made her focus on her direct sensations - the cuffs or whatever holding her back, the feel of the latex on her face, the soft voice I used when talking her through it, and my firm hands cradling her head. I'd also caress her cheek with my hand and kind of gently hold her between my legs and arms. I could also tell that she was pushing herself, waiting longer and longer to snap her finger and get more air. The way her eyes looked at me when we were done was almost loving. They were tired, but they had a softness, trust, and inner light that I don't think I ever see in her at any other time. Or in most people, to be honest. On the "receiving" end, it was a lot more sexual. I'd rather not go too much into details, since you asked about the giving end, but let's just say that all my sensations transformed. Every sensation became so much more intense and occasionally I'd feel a twinge of panic as I was in there. It's hard to recall because I was in such a different place. I guess you could call it subspace? I stopped thinking about anything, basically. All "I" was was the sensations I was feeling, the complete submission as I was being abused. It was basically heaven, as I said to her after we'd finished. Oblivion, paradise, a crystallization of sexual perfection. This really reads like a love letter to breathplay, but I'd be lying if I held back. To boil it down, the pleasures of controlling someone's breath of course vary depending on whose it is. In my case, I of course felt the thrill of the power I had over her, sure, but more importantly, I could empathize with her and felt like I was giving her something important, liberating, and fundamentally "good". Her gasps and struggles were a sign that she was coming into touch with a side of her sexuality that she might not ever have discovered if I hadn't been around to make an educated guess. So yeah. Have fun, play hard, but be safe. If she (or I) ever really needed out, a finger snapping was all it took.
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