As I write this, Akasha and I are engaged in a kind of silly battle where we try to knock each other over. By this time we already know a significant number of each other's sort of "killer kinks," and we use them to good effect. As a matter of fact, I write her stuff like this all the time, but apparently this time she decided enough was enough--she was going to get me back. So at the end of this story is a link to her response.
"Put the handcuffs on," she told me. "Make sure you go around the radiator." I turned around to concentrate on the task at hand, but I knew she was watching me intently. She was making cooing noises, from all the small things I did.
But it was hard to hear her through the mask.
I did get the handcuffs ratcheted on. "Good," she said. Then she picked up the regulator. "Is this it?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's it." I didn't know if she could understand my words, but she certainly got my meaning.
"Which way should I turn it? This way?" She gave it a slight twist, and I felt a little koosh as my air supply dropped. I shook my head, and she gave me a slight smile, but didn't turn it back. "Can you still breathe? Don't speak, I don't want to hear your voice. Just nod or shake your head. Can you breathe?"
I looked at her a bit fearfully, and nodded wearily. The mask was getting a bit heavy on my head. "Barely, though, huh?" she asked, with thin concern. I nodded again. I was having to heave up and down just to draw enough air.
She stepped back and sat in the big armchair. "Now," she said, "you're going to perform for me. You're going to get me hot, so hot that I can't stand it anymore, so that I have to take off my skirt, and take off my panties, and mash my pussy. And you're going to look at me with your pathetic little eyes until I come. And after I come, and not one second before, you will get your air back. Understand?"
I swallowed. I didn't know if she really meant it. I didn't know if I'd make it.
But I nodded anyway.
Copyright (c) 1998 {hamlet}Ophelia
And here's Akasha's response to this, called . . . OK, Needle.