1 comments/ 9019 views/ 0 favorites Breath By: 1SpiceyAngel His hands gently caressing my face as he leans in to kiss me. His tongue trailing around my lips, taking my breath on an erotic journey. How I'd come to be in this situation with him so quickly, I'll never know, but the blood pounding through my body prevented me from worrying about it. His touch was sending shivers throughout my body, quickly followed by intense heat, a burning that I needed him so desperately to quench. My eyes open, intently watching him as he watches me. Loving the fleeting expressions as they flicker across his face. His fingers continue to gently trace down my neck and collar bone, melting me and making me quiver. His chuckle of approval turning me into a puddle of need. Then, his lips and tongue follow closely behind his fingers. Moving slowly from my lips down my neck to my shoulder. Flicking little licks down my chest, teasing around my nipple. Making me take his head in my hands and pulling him closer to me, silently begging him to take my nipple into his mouth. Again, his chuckle rumbles through me as he concedes to my demand and firmly sucks my nipple, flicking it with the tip with his tongue. A stream of fire shoots directly to my center, causing me to gasp and moan, digging my fingers into his scalp. My hips arch toward him and I can feel his moan travel through my breast as I press against his erection. My fingers kneading his neck and scalp, the short bristles of his hair making my hands tingle in anticipation. I let them explore his shoulders and back as he continues his sweet torture of my breasts, wringing ragged cries of delight from my lips. His hands move down my body, leaving trails of fire behind. Slowly and gently caressing me. Starting at the sides of my breasts, teasing and laughing as my body instinctively twitches as he tickles me. His voice constantly murmuring in my ear. Words of encouragement. His deep voice rumbling through my body, nearly making me cum without any further help. So extremely sexy, his smile. His eyes. And, oh my god, his voice! Getting deeper as he gets more turned on. His fingers explore further down my body until he's finally teasing around my pussy. Following my bikini line. Brushing the scant hair that represents the last barrier between us. And then he's there. His fingers gently spreading my lips, plucking at the folds around my clit, drawing cries of delight from deep within me. Finally, I watch him move down. Feeling his lips and tongue trailing down my stomach, around my navel. My muscles tense with anticipation of what's to come. My breath catches as his hot breath passes over my pussy lips. His tongue darting out to tease, causing both of us to moan in pleasure. Suddenly he plunges his fingers inside of me as he sucks my clit into his mouth. My body comes alive as I arch up, screaming as my orgasm rips through me. He continues to lick and fondle my pussy as I slowly come down from heaven. Using his tongue to softly lath across my clit, lapping up my juices. Sitting up, looking me in the eye, he licks my cum off of his fingers. Waves of desire for this man wash through me and I reach up and pull him down to me, kissing him deeply, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. Sucking his tongue into my mouth, I press him onto his back, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me down on top of him. I gasp against his mouth as his cock presses against my pussy, almost entering me. Teasing me. He moans as I start moving against his body, intent on returning the actions that had given me so much pleasure. I trail my tongue down his neck to his collar bone, feeling his body arch, giving me better access. I tease and torment with my fingers, giving as good as I'd gotten. Tickling his stomach and down to his thighs. Almost touching his cock, but always pulling back at the last moment. Dragging moans and that sexy, deep rumbling chuckle from him. I'm amazed that my touch is bringing this out in him. Feeling powerful and sexy, I rise up over him, straddling his hips, letting his cock slide between my pussy lips. Not allowing him to enter me, torturing both of us. I lean down over him, my breasts brushing his chest and I whisper in his ear, "I'm going to lick my juices off of your cock, then I'm going to suck you until you cum deep down my throat." His groan was half compliance, half agony as I arch my back and move my hips against him. Slowly sliding down his body, feeling my wetness against my skin as his cock trails up my belly, between my breasts, hitting my chin. I look up at him, deep into his eyes, as I slowly lap the head of his cock with my tongue. His hands, seeming to have a mind of their own, diving into my hair, trying to press me down further onto his cock. I open my mouth, glad to comply as the thrill of pure electricity shoots through my body. I love having this power over him! His body tenses, fingers digging into my scalp as I slowly take his cock deep into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around the head. His growl of approval exactly what I'm longing to hear as he says, "Yes, beautiful, take me deeper." His hands gently yet firmly pushing me to take more of him. I take a deep breath and swallow him whole, feeling his balls against my chin. I feel his body shaking as he begins to lose control. He pulls me away from him, saying, "No baby, I want to fuck you first! I'm going to cum deep in that pussy of mine!" I squeal and giggle as he tosses me over on my back, loving his show of strength and touch of playfulness. His fingers stroke me softly open, diving into me, spreading my wetness around and slowly guiding his rock hard cock to my opening. He rests the head of his cock just inside of me, looks me in the eyes, takes my feet and places them on his shoulders, spreading my knees wide and suddenly plunges himself into my already swollen pussy. Screaming as he shoots me into orgasm. He pounds me over and over. Slowly he leans forward, pushing my knees back, opening me further to his demands. Holding himself up on his hands, he arches into me, slowly stroking my pussy with his cock. I can feel my eyes beginning to roll back into my head as another orgasm rips through me. Loving his exclamation of delight as my pussy clenches around him, nearly forcing him out of me. "Breath honey" is the next thing I hear as I realize that I came so hard, I passed out! His look so fierce and gentle at the same time, I can see the triumph coursing through him. He rises up over me again, his intent clear. He pulls from me, turns me over and places me on my knees. Giving me no time to prepare, he plunges into me, his balls hitting my clit as he pounds me deep and hard. His hands on my hips, rocking me back into him. I can see him in the mirror at the end of the bed, his head thrown back, eyes catching mine, looking and watching each other as our orgasms take over. He continues to pound into me as he shoots his cum deep inside of me. Screaming, I cum around him, my pussy pulsing around his cock, milking his cum from him. The eroticism of watching ourselves in the mirror, making our connection so much more intense. God, how I love to watch him cum! I love the fierce intensity, the glory of achievement. This is when I can see deep into his being, share something truly intimate with him. Not just sex, but a part of each other that we share with no one else. He collapses against me, pushing me down into the bed. I love the feel of his body pressing into me. I can hardly tell where he ends and I begin. He rolls onto his side, holding me to him, slowly stroking me from shoulder to hip, soothing me as I shiver in reaction to our intense lovemaking. He whispers to me, "Baby, next time, you've GOT to remember to breath!" Our laughter gentle as we slowly relax into sleep in each others arms. Breath As I stand on the balcony, looking into the clear night, I feel your approach. I gaze wide-eyed at the stars, searching for the solution, I sense the question coming forth. In this moment, there is anticipation, and peace. I know the longing. I understand what may come. All I can do is breathe. A slow, steady breath, carried away on the night air. Under the eyes of the Gods, I swear devotion. For it is only worth it to give yourself, if it is done in devotion. And as I stand there, I breathe. And then you arrive. Standing in the French doors that open to the balcony, I feel your eyes traveling my body. I can feel your gaze, like fingertips, all over me. The exhilarating chills shooting through me, like sparks. And all I can do is breathe. I feel your presence get closer, I feel you standing directly behind me. And the warmth rises in me. Knowing that you are near, and all I do is breathe. A slow, steady breath, carried on away on the night air. Feeling you behind me, close enough to barely be touching me. I feel your rhythm. I feel the yielding in me. Standing on the balcony together, breathing in time to each other. Knowing each other already, without having been together. Sharing a life force, an energy, a breath. In rhythm together, under the stars. Both of us now searching for the same answer. Afraid to ask the questions which could fulfill this longing that has built up so intensely. Knowing what the answer would be. Understanding that salvation lies within devotion. The anticipation very sweetly destroys us, and yet to reach for peace would forever annihilate that longing that has been sustaining us. And as we stand together we breathe. You take one more step, and now we stand together. As one. Breathing and being in the same rhythm. Slow, steady breath, carried away on the night air. You wrap your arms around me, draw me in to you. I feel our energies entwine and meld. Blend to make a new force. So I turn to you. And as we stand there, now gazing at each other. We breathe. It seems like an eternity since we kissed, yet the last time is burned into my memory. And I want it again. Very gently you reach and stroke my cheek with the back of your fingers. Slowly they work down, to my neck, gliding, finding their way to the back of my head where they rest, carefully cradling it. And as we continue to gaze, the breath continues. You pull my head towards yours, and finally, we kiss. The warmth within me has turned into heat, or maybe it is just my energy mingling with yours. At this point all deliberate thought has abandoned me. All I can do is feel. Feel my breath, feel your breath. Us as one. A wave of passion overwhelms both of us. You take my hand and we go into the room. As we approach the canopy bed, I feel your pulse. Its rhythm consumes me. And I want you. There is a part of me that does not want to go. That wants to long for you forever, that needs the delicious ache of desire. I want to hang in this pain forever. Devoted yet unjoined. And as I sit on the bed, with you staring down at me, all I can do is breathe. You lean in and kiss me again. More passionate than before. I feel the heat again, and as we draw back from each other, I see it in your eyes. And watching your shoulders and chest, I know that we are still sharing the same rhythm. You kiss me again, and we ease our way into the bed. Laying there, embracing, kissing, touching. The only sound are slight moans escaping out of us, and heavy breath. Our hands clumsily pulling at clothes. Each of us desperately wanting to get closer. Each wanting the comfort of the others warm skin next to our own. And finally, there we are, naked in each others arms. Hands searching each other, exploring skin. Then you roll me over, onto my back, you lying on top of me. Again we kiss, your lips slide away from mine and find their way down to my neck. They glide over, barely touching. Inching their way to the top of my chest, working their way back and forth moving down. I feel my nipples harden, wanting to be in your mouth, played with by your tongue. Your hands slide to my breasts, pushing them together. Your lips find my left nipple and brush it gently. You slowly work it into your mouth. As you suck and lick, I feel the wet warmth grown between my legs. I caress your body with them, wanting you inside me. Enjoying that desire, knowing what's to come is enough, for now. With my hands I gently guide your head to the other nipple. You start at this one more passionately. My desire continues to build. You position yourself so you can kiss me again. As you press your body into mine, I feel how much you want me. I want you to slide in right then. I want you inside me. You take a long, hungry look into my eyes. You want me as much as I want you. As we stare into each other's eyes, I realize. The same breath, the same rhythm. Hearts beating as one. We kiss, deeply, slowly, with hunger. We roll to our sides, and I start brushing my lips across your chest. I take turns back and forth on your nipples. My hand slides down, over your stomach. Down further still, my fingertips brush the head of your cock gently. I touch and stroke it for a while, running my thumb up and down the vein, rolling my palm on the head. I feel your hand reach for my throbbing clit. As you gently message it, my hand reaches for your balls. Gently, I squeeze. As I massage your balls, I feel your fingers slide inside me. Our encounter gets even more heated, passionate, hungry. The two of us, kissing, touching, breathing, licking, gripping, pressing, moaning, wanting, needing, aching. And then that gaze again. Somewhere in the rush, our eyes meet. It's time, we know it. Slowly, you adjust yourself so your are positioned right, and I open my legs. You gently work yourself into me. I feel you inside me, we start. You thrust into me, I grind into you. Over and over again. Feeling you pound into me, your cock inside me. Both of us moaning, breathing, yielding into each other. In the early hours of the morning, as we lay there holding each other, desires and passions fulfilled. I listen, as you sleep. To the rising morning, the world waking, and the sound of our breath. Breath Control Pt. 01 A Life in Torment Breath Control Pt. 02 3. The Capture She led him towards a section of the bookcase, pressed a false book and a hidden section of the bookcase revealed itself to be a doorway, now opened. You’d never have know it was there until you’d seen it with your own eyes, he thought, swallowing hard. Now he was beginning to feel frightened, but it was a good fear. His cock began to harden just the way it always did in these situations. He’d hoped she’d relieve him but if not he’d have to do it himself. She clicked on a light and led him down a steep stairway into a basement. She unlocked one of the three doors. This one was the strongest, more like a solid prison door. She drained the last contents of the water. ‘Come through,’ she said. He gasped as she switched on the red-bulbed lights. The room was completely tiled in white; the walls, floor and ceiling. One side had an X cross secured to the wall, with chains for ankles and wrists. Restraining chains and a hoist hung from the ceiling. A low steel table stood in the centre with leather restraints at each corner. At one end, which he guessed the victim’s head went, the metal narrowed into an extended spoon shape, the same width as a neck and indented to accept the back of the head. Beside it stood a large round glass tank. The cylinder-shaped tank had two pipes anchored into it. Against one wall on the floor a thin mattress lay, with a toilet next to it. There was also a tall cupboard against the far wall. There was a clock on a wall but there were no windows, only a large mirror fixed into another wall. He saw his own reflection looking back at him, with apprehension fused into his eyes. ‘Undress,’ she commanded, closing the door with a slam. It was solid steel. ‘Everything?’ he asked nervously. ‘Just down to your pants,’ she said firmly. Her voice had taken on a sternness that hadn’t been there before. ‘Then lie face-up on the table’. Obediently he stripped. Now he felt totally vulnerable. Shaking, partly from trepidation and partly from anticipation he positioned himself onto his back on the table. The metal felt cold against his skin. ‘Your head this end,’ she commanded. He lay with the back of his head fitting neatly into a moulded indentation. ‘Good,’ she said, first strapping in his wrists, then his ankles. ‘How do you like being suffocated? Do you like mild, medium or hard?’ She enquired. Now she was smirking. 4. The Nightmare Begins ‘I don’t like it too hard,’ he replied, so excited his breathing came in short pants. ‘Also can we have a safe word.’ She paused for a moment. ‘A safe word, of course,’ she said, standing back to admire her handiwork. ‘Let us say ‘mercy’ is your safe word. Is that okay?’ He nodded and she smiled down at her completely immobilised captive. Pulling at her skirt she deftly pulled it off, revealing white panties and long muscular legs. Swinging her leg over his midriff she sat down on him, her legs dangling over the sides. ‘Just one more little thing,’ she breathed. Leaning over his face, she pulled out another strap across his forehead and secured his head from any movement. ‘That’s better,’ she smiled. ‘Now we can begin.’ Slowly and methodically she slowly pulled on a pair of elbow-length black kid leather gloves, watching him growing increasingly disturbed. All of a sudden her hands came down onto his face touching it all over gently. A glazed look seemed to befall her as she cupped one hand across his mouth and the other pinched his nostrils together. ‘Your name is Carlos, yes?’ she asked. Knowing he couldn’t reply she continued: ‘And Carlos in Hebrew means free man.’ She shifted slightly, making herself more comfortable sitting on his stomach. She remained suffocating him, not allowing any breath at all. ‘But you’re not now, are you?’ she continued. ‘So I am going to rename you.’ His eyes began to roll as if he wanted to let her know he was reaching his limit. Still she kept him smothering. ‘Amongst my many hobbies I have an interest in the meaning of names,’ she went on, smiling down at him. ‘For instance my name is Katsue which means blessed with victory in Japanese.’ He began to make urgent noises at the back of his throat to let her know he was really suffering now. Yet still she kept him suffocating. ‘I have decided to call you Abel,’ she giggled. ‘Do you know what that means?’ She suddenly let go and smiled as he gasped in deep breaths for only a few seconds before clamping her hands over his nose and mouth again before he had a chance to say anything. ‘Is that too hard for you?’ she sneeringly asked. He blinked his eyes. He didn’t like being smothered that much. This isn’t what he wanted. Not like this. ‘Good,’ she sniggered. ‘Then you should say your safe word next time.’ She bounced on his stomach forcing out some of his air between her fingers. She remained clamping him with an airtight seal. ‘Yes I have decided to call you Abel because that means breath in Hebrew,’ she sniggered. His face was going very red and his eyes began to bulge. She released him and got off. ‘M…e…r…c…y…’ he gasped. She giggled at his torturous inhalations. She returned with a ball gag, strapping it tightly into his mouth. He could now only try to regain his breath through his wheezing nostrils. ‘I have no mercy, Abel,’ she said in a husky voice, ‘No mercy, none at all. The more you suffer the more I shall enjoy myself.’ She smirked down at his pleading eyes. ‘I know you didn’t want it as hard as this, did you?’ She cruelly and deliberately bounced on his stomach to expel any air forcibly out of his nose, and then swiftly pinched his nostrils together. Unable to move a muscle, he blinked his eyes by way of telling her he wasn’t enjoying it. ‘Life is a bitch, sometimes, isn’t it?’ she asked, with a smile. ‘We can’t all have want we want, Breath… That’s it, that’s your new name, Breath.’ She smirked, wriggling on his helpless, suffocating body. Grinning broadly down at his agonised expression, she carefully placed a nose pincher over his nostrils before he had a chance to inhale, squeezing them together. ‘Mmmhhhhh,’ she sighed, satisfied with her handiwork, resting her hands on his chest with all her weight. ‘I’ve got you exactly where I want you, and Breath, boy are you going to suffer.’ She giggled at his pleading, smothered groans. ‘And there’s absolutely no escape. There is no one coming to help you.’ His lungs were screaming for air. This was the worst he’d ever experienced by being smothered. And by the look in her face he knew things were going to get worse. Her face came down close to his so she could look deep into his agonised eyes, to be able to see the torment he was undergoing for her benefit. ‘I bet you hadn’t counted on this,’ she sniggered. Her eyes looked excited and so alive. This wasn’t what he wanted, not like this. If he knew it was going to be a sadistic as this he’d have never have come here. He just wanted her to finish her session and let him go. He pleaded with bulging eyes for some respite but she merely smiled down at his imploring eyes, loving the suffering she was imposing. ‘I simply adore suffocating people,’ she breathed. Her breathing was low and deep and her eyes glistened with pleasure. Touching his nose, she slowly moved the nose pincers up slightly to allow his nostrils a miniscule of relief to let him try and suck some oxygen into his body. ‘I have studied my pleasure for many years,’ she smirked. ‘And let me tell you I know more about suffocation than anyone,’ A shiver of fear ran down the back of his neck as realisation of what he had really let himself in for began to sink in. ‘I am in complete control of you now,’ she sneeringly told him. ‘This is the first day of the rest of your life. You are going to live here from now on. There is no escape.’ He wriggled his agony-wrecked body as much as he could, his mind overtaken by instinct. Her smiling face peered down at her suffocating victim. He looked into her eyes for any signs of compassion or mercy. There was none. Only a gloating and excited Asian female stared back at him. ’Your breathing is now my only concern with you,’ she told him, studying the pain in his face. ‘I’m going to control your breathing whenever you are in my presence,’ she breathed, huskily. She knew exactly what she was doing, he thought. She is an expert at this. His eyes misty, from the torture, began to roll. His entire body screamed out for air in this living hell. ‘What do you do, Breath?’ she giggled, wriggling her bottom on his tormented body. ’How do you wake up from a nightmare, when you're not asleep?’ In the corners of his brain he could see sparks flying and his lungs told him he was going… From behind the two-way mirror, unknown to their captive, Mr Tanaka watched his wife smother-torturing their latest victim. At first he had found it strange for a woman, such as his wife, to enjoy inflicting suffering onto another living person by suffocating them with such a vengeance. But once he came to accept it he discovered a new voyeuristic pleasure had formed in his psyche. He had found out several years after marrying her that she derived great pleasure from inflicting suffocation on people. Now it was one of their ‘little pleasures’ that they both thoroughly enjoyed. He smiled as he watched the man being smothered into unconsciousness, loving the look of utter delight on Katsue’s beautiful face. She is an absolute treasure, he mused, the familiar sensations beginning to make him harden at the thought of what was to come. They always had the most satisfying sex after a smother-torture session. It could sometimes last long into the night. Over the course of the torture duration, running into almost three hours, Breath’s face had turned from red, to blue, and now for the first time it was becoming purple. The pleasure shone out from Katsue’s face as his eyes began to slowly close. She was sending him into oblivion and she thoroughly enjoyed doing so. Mr Tanaka leaned forward in his comfortable chair, poured himself a measure of malt whisky, and perched on the edge of his seat in anticipation of what was coming next. Breath Control Pt. 03 Breath Control Pt. 04 6. The Drowning Torture He had no idea of the time because he couldn't read the clock. It was pitch black without the lights. It must have been a few hours later when the cell door was flung open. That was quick, he thought. His heart sank. She'd come back for more. She remained momentarily silhouetted in the faint light showed through the opening. He couldn't see that this was a younger Japanese lady, still in her jodhpurs, entering then carefully locking the door behind her. The red lights came on. 'You, come here,' she commanded, whacking her riding crop against a black leather boot. He recognised her immediately. She was a model/actress, named Lucy Devon and had also appeared on many celebrity shows. He had even photographed her coming out of nightclubs in the early hours. 'I said come here,' she ordered. He hurried over. 'Oh my, I thought Mummy had got another slave,' she said in a perfect privately educated accent. The persona from her TV appearances was nothing like she was behaving here. And the smile was different too. Now it was cruel. 'Get down,' she told him, 'on your knees facing me.' As he did as he was told she walked around him, carefully studying him. 'So, you're the new smother-slave, are you?' she asked rhetorically, a smirk on the corners of her lush lips. Her eyes were green and her bronze hairdo had probably cost more than he earned in a month. 'You're better looking than the last one. Mhh, I think I'm going to enjoy you.' Something flickered in her face in way of recognition. He dreaded if she recognised him. 'Do I know you?' she enquired, puzzled. He hesitated. 'Yes!' she hissed, then laughed out loud. 'You're the paparazzi photographer, the one who's a pain in the arse.' 'Jeez... I couldn't have had better luck if I tried,' she chuckled. 'This is going to be such good fun.' She bent to sniff his breath. Straightening, she told him, 'You smell of piss. I'm going to give you a bath.' She went over to the glass tank, turned on the taps and, prodding him with her crop, she ordered him: 'Move back until I say.' He shuffled back until his feet touched a pair of ankle shackles lying on the floor. Securing his feet, she grabbed the back of his head, forcing him to lean backwards and secured his ankle shackles to his tied wrists. She proceeded to winch down the ceiling hoist with a chain pulley. The rattling of the chains unnerved him even more. 'Every time your breath smells of piss I'm going to give you a little bath,' she laughed. The hoist had chest and shoulder straps attached to it. Strapping him in, she raised him up a foot off the floor. He dangled there, terrified, his legs bent backwards. She looked him directly in the eye. 'If you make a sound I'll really make you suffer. Do you understand?' He nodded and she took the ball gag from his mouth. 'You're going to need this out to give you any kind of a chance,' she laughed. She winched him just above the height of the five-foot high tank, pulling the device so he was directly over it. 'Come on in,' she chuckled, 'the water's lovely.' With a loud laugh she released her grip so the chain passed quickly through her fingers. He lowered fast into the water of the nearly filled tank, the water nearly overlapping the top. As he reached the bottom she turned off the taps. He was lucky. The temperature of the water was tepid. It had been cold he would really have been in trouble. Giggling at what she saw, she watched his contorted face through the glass furiously attempting to break surface. He thrashed about for a few moments before finally managing to stretch his entire body enough to get his mouth and nose above the water line. 'You look like a goldfish,' she chortled. 'Like a fish out of water.' Her chuckling continued while his struggles to breathe became more desperate. 'I think I'm going to really like torturing you.' She reached over the tank, pushing him back under using both hands. Bending down in order to see his face, she laughed again at what she saw. 'Wow, you're really suffering, aren't you?' she giggled at the look of torment on his agonised face underwater. Leaving it to the last possible moment, she let him go causing her to laugh at the sound of him breaking the surface and trying to gasp in as much air as he could. Cruelly, she pushed him back under before he could properly inhale. 'That's horrible of me, isn't it?' she laughed, purposefully holding his head underwater. Studying his contorted face through the glass, she was grinning from ear to ear. 'This is really bad of me doing this to you,' she chuckled, 'but you know what, I just can't stop myself.' Letting go suddenly, she allowed his face to surface but yet again, before he was able to inhale sufficiently, she plunged him back under. This form of water torture continued for an hour and a half. As she eventually grew tired of playing that particular game, she was now ready to move on to the next form of amusement. She left him dangling, half drowned, over the top of the water tank, dripping into the water. Even her own clothes had become semi-drenched. 'I don't want you getting water all over the place,' she informed him leaving the room only to return wearing nothing but skin-tight beige shorts, with a slit up the back revealing her bottom crack. She had a glass of chilled Crystal, from which she took an occasional sip. He hung above her, completely helpless, fearful of what she had in store for him next. Breath Control Pt. 05 Breath Control Pt. 06 Renhō Murata carefully pulled on her tight kid leather gloves feeling increasingly excited at the prospect of what was soon to be. Slowly and sensually, she smoothed her hands across her plump but firm bottom. She was admiring herself in the full-length mirror, as she did often, while she slowly rotated, soaking in the well-toned shapeliness of her body encased in a tight black bodice. She loved the way she looked, so dominant standing there in riding boots. Her position in the Department of Health and Welfare was quite demanding but she was good at her job and had accomplished much. She often travelled to this country from Japan to catch up the family and to de-stress with a slave. Her sister Katsue was very accommodating and allowed her to enjoy the slaves in any way she chose. Her attractive face smiled back at her in the mirror at the anticipation of how she was going to make the slave suffer. Already her pert nipples protruded in arousal. Purposefully, she went downstairs and strutted across the gravel courtyard towards the slave's quarters. On her way she stopped to pick a large bunch of stinging nettles she had cultivated over the years. This variety was extremely potent and just one sting could produce the most intense sting. The secondary entrance to the underground chambers, where the observation room and dungeon were housed, was built into the stables. It had been cleverly constructed and it was camouflaged in such a way it was hidden from any prying scrutiny. Singing happily to herself, she descended the stone steps, which led to what she called the pleasure room, where an available slave was always kept. When she clicked on the light she smiled at the sight of him curled up naked on the tiles with a raggedy dirty blanket keeping him warm. He eyes opened, startled, as she slammed the door to rouse him. 'Ah,' she announced, scrutinising his terrified face, 'a new slave. I am going to enjoy very much introducing you to the type of things I like.' Her pronunciation of English wasn't as good as the other female family members and she spoke with a clipped Japanese accent. 'Get up,' she barked. 'I am here to use you in any way I want.' She looked directly into his terrified eyes. 'And I warn you I will like making you suffer very much.' She chuckled as she dragged him to his feet and hauled him to the 'x' cross, securing his wrists and ankles. Producing a syringe from a side cupboard, she carefully squeezed any air from out of its needle and took hold of his floppy penis. He gasped at the sting as she pierced its base, releasing the transparent fluid. She sniggered at his moans while she dragged the stinging nettles from the top of his neck down to his feet. Thousands of red spots appeared all over his skin. She strutted over to a cupboard and turned on some music. Her preferred classical Baroque wafted from discretely hidden speakers. At first he only whimpered, then as the stinging pain increased he began to groan loudly. She laughed at his agony, revelling in his misfortune. Dropping the nettles, she positioned herself in a boxer's stance and punched him hard in his stomach. 'This is my little workout,' she laughed, punching him again and again. She giggled at the brutal onslaught she was giving him, happily skipping like a boxer as she used him as a human punch-bag. Each impact on his solar plexus and stomach caused him to gasp in agony, making him droop. After fifteen minutes he had sagged so much only his shackled arms held him from dropping to the floor. Opening another cupboard's drawer, she lit a cigarette, drawing in a long satisfying lungful, and then exhaled the smoke directly into his face, causing him to choke. Giggling, she blew on its tip so it glowed bright red and pressed the burning ember to his right nipple. His ensuing scream made her face light up in elation and she merrily burned his other nipple. At each intense scream she laughed and slapped her thigh in delight. She enjoyed his begging for mercy and continued the treatment until the cigarette had burned to the filter then stubbed it out on his testicles. Untying his wrist restraints, she let him fall facedown on to the cold tiles. Securing his writs behind him, she then proceeded to rake the nettles over his entire back and legs, merrily laughing at his pathetic shrieks of pain. This was so much fun, the most she'd had for a long time. 'Kiss my feet,' she ordered, placing her boots by his tearful face. Obediently, he began to kiss her booted toes. It made her feel so exhilarated to have a slave grovelling at her feet. 'Now lick them clean,' she told him, lifting her feet to reveal the underside. She mercilessly grinned down at him, pitifully slavering his tongue across her soles and heels until they were pristine. 'Get up,' she barked, hauling him by the hair to lie on his back. She fetched the bottle the females used as a urinal and pushed the neck in his quivering mouth. Squatting down facing his feet, she parted the crotchless slit in her bodice, pressing the opening to her vagina. Within a few seconds a torrent of piss cascaded into the receptacle. 'Ahhhh,' she breathed, enjoying the relief. 'I've been dying to go.' The high stream of urine continued until it almost filled it to the brim. He coped as best he could after the beating he'd taken, drinking down the foul liquid slowly. She was in no hurry and savoured the pleasure of using him as a human lavatory. 'You're my toilet,' she giggled, fascinated as the level of the yellow fluid dropped bit by bit. Sometimes she sniggered at the sound of him gulping. When he'd finished she took away the bottle and pressed her naked vagina to his mouth and told him: 'Now clean me.' His mouth and tongue worked to clear up any urine moisture from in and around her cunt lips and pubic hair. Her vagina had already become wet from sexual arousal. 'Don't stop,' she breathed. As he licked she closed her eyes in enjoyment, manoeuvring his head so his face pressed against her private parts. She sat her full weight right down on his face while he carried on licking so his nose pressed against her anus and he couldn't breathe. She absolutely adored treating slaves like worthless toys and then forcing them to give her an orgasm. 'You're not breathing till I come,' she warned him hoarsely. Beneath her he began to struggle. She clamped his head between her thighs to prevent any escape. His lungs began to complain and he had to really concentrate to keep on licking the soft salty area, which made her moan the most. He could tell where the most pleasurable spot was from her breathing and how her body reacted. Then, just as his throaty noises became extremely desperate beneath her, she climaxed, her body becoming rigid as the intensity of the pleasure overwhelmed her. When she'd finished she rose, standing astride his head, gleefully watching him gasping and choking from her suffocation torment. 'Get on the table,' she commanded, dragging him to the metal smother table and clamping him in face-up. It was a couple of feet from the floor and cold against his skin. 'Show me your tongue,' she said, picking up a stalk of nettles. 'Out as far as you can and keep it out.' Grinning broadly, she carefully touched the man's tongue with her instrument of torture. His eyes went wild from the pain and quickly began to swell. She did the same to his lips and they too became bloated. Laughing at the sight of his inflamed lips, she lowered the table and straddled his head, positioning her bottom to his mouth. 'Lick my arse,' she told him. His sore and swollen tongue complied with her order. He knew from previous training how to perform analingus, how to rim first to allow the anal muscle to relax and prepare for deep penetration. Each lick was painful but he knew to refuse would bring increased punishments so he persevered until her anus opened enough for him to gently push his tongue tip easing it into her anal passage. The feeling of his tongue probing her bottom was a glorious sensation. The enjoyment was increased with the mild tingling of his burning tongue inside her anus. Cruelly, she pressed her bottom to his throbbing lips and sat down. 'Keep licking,' she cried in annoyance as he faltered because of the soreness of his mouth and tongue. Then she reached round and stopped his only means of breathing by pinching his nostrils together. This was absolute bliss. All the nerve endings in her body became stimulated making her intoxicated with exhilaration. While his tongue wended its way inside her anal orifice, and suffering from the pain and lack of oxygen, all he could do was helplessly watch her backside grinding against his mouth with the white exposed flesh contrasting with the black of the bodice. She was thrilled at what she was doing to him. She didn't want him to pass out though. Not yet, not until she had finished with him. She timed it just right. She knew exactly how long a slave could last without breathing before passing out through years of experience. Giggling, she began to brush the nettles against his now erect penis. The chemical stimulant had worked and it now stood straight up expectantly. The stings on his sensitive cock-head made him writhe beneath her and she laughed out loud at his frantic muffled noises. 'Poke your tongue out and make it hard,' she ordered, removing her backside from his face. Sniggering at his enormous inhalations, she turned to face the other way, still straddling his neck. She carefully prodded his already reddened tongue with more nettles. He groaned with the pain, making her chuckle. ''I told you keep it hard,' she berated him as he tried to alleviate the stings by retracting his tongue. Lowering her bottom, she guiding her sphincter to press against his pulsating tongue-tip. Gasping from the pleasurable sensation, she slowly sank down, impaling his oral organ. She then proceeded to anally rape his mouth, with her anus pumping up and down over its ensnared prey. The effects of the poison on his tongue caused the increased tingling inside her anal passage to pass through to every nerve in her body. She pummelled his face, relentlessly grinding down her buttocks, weaving her arse on his tongue in every way she could in a selfish drive to achieve the maximum amount of pleasure she could derive from his misfortune. His nose, sealed in a vice-like grip inside her vulva, could not breathe, as could not his captivated mouth either. Her pants of pleasure rose in pitch, followed by tortured gasps as the multiple orgasms began to take their hold. She opened her clenched eyes to momentarily look down at her victim's trapped face to catch a glimpse of his tormented and imploring eyes before closing them again in agonised ecstasy. His writhing body beneath her vainly tried to break free in an instinctual bid for freedom even though he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do. And there was no help, no one would come to free him. 'This... is... your... destiny..,' she managed to pant. She opened her eyes and her focus returned so she could gloatingly watch his scarlet face and his tearful eyes beginning to sag. And as she smilingly watched as his eyes began to close she had a final pang of tingling shoot up her spine and she winced and gave a quick gasp as he went limp under her. Rising from his unconscious face, she sat astride his stomach, looking at his face with his tongue lolling to one side. His stomach was still red-raw from her belly punching and she gleefully bounced up and down on it while admiring her handiwork. Then, tiring of that game she kneeled over his now swollen and stinging erection and brushed her pubic hairs across its head. Working her vaginal lips against it, she eased herself down, enveloping its shaft. Renhō was a lesbian by nature but every now and again she liked to experience cock. In Japan she lived with her female partner who was head of a merchant bank. They had a female slave who they used as a toilet. They'd seen her begging on the streets and took her in. It took a while to break her but now her sole purpose in life was to drink their urine. It wasn't just theirs they forced her to consume it was their female friends too when they came to stay. It was satisfying to know at any given time their toilet slave was full of piss. Having enjoyed several anal orgasms now she was working herself into a frenzy on the insensible slave's penis. It was pleasing for her to know the nettle treatment on his member had virtually closed his urethra making it impossible to pass either semen or urine. The condition would last several hours even if he were bursting to go to the toilet it would be impossible. This notion escalated her climax and her body momentarily froze absorbing the heady stimulation. She shafted his knob as if in slow motion while her eyes rolled and her mouth gasped in exultation. To the strains of an Adagio Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring wafting out of the digital speakers, her favourite piece, she reached the peak of ultimate bliss making it a perfect end to a beautifully enthralling torture session. When she was finished she left him in his unconscious state secured to the table. Their female slave would release him later and tend to him. It was common knowledge the girl would use him for her own satisfaction too. The she would feed and clean him and use him as a toilet as well. The air outside was refreshing and the sun was shining. Renhō strode towards the kitchens where some other slaves had prepared her lunch. Her appetite was good and she felt more relaxed and happy than she had for a long time. She was here for two weeks of relaxation and she was expecting her lover coming in a few days. She too would use the new slave. In fact they would enjoy using him together. She was so looking forward to it. Breath Holding Course "How would you like to increase your breath holding times from a measly 1 minute to 5 minutes or more! With the Julie Wilson Breath Holding Course you will join a growing group of men and women that enjoy freedom from one of the more basic human weaknesses; The need to breathe continually." A young man clad in a bright red and white Speedo swimsuit swam leisurely through a shipwreck that was obviously in very deep water. At his side was a stunning young woman who had a miniature crimson string bikini and a silver 6 cubic foot high-pressure mini scuba tank strapped to her willowy waist. They joined hands and moved together but with one conspicuous difference - she breathed her air - he held his breath. They swam and cavorted through the passageways gliding into the wheelhouse of the old cargo ship that had been sunk to form a fish habitat. They played with the boats controls and looked in the cabinets. The boy took their picture using his underwater camera and self-timer, as they stood upright behind the immense wooden wheel. They were having a great time. The girl offered the boy her regulator but he refused it with a grin. He continued to hold his breath completely at ease as he floated over to the girl. She teased him by grabbing his balls through the thin fabric of his suit. She could feel that his dick was getting hard. She pulled the string on her bikini top to release it and let it drift to the boat decking between them. Her small breasts were evenly tanned and that implied that she was no stranger to the topless beach on the island. "This young couple is celebrating their honeymoon here in Aruba just two weeks after Mike completed the 10 day 'Julie Wilson Breath Holding Course'. Julies' courses are held on an desert island just off the Mexican coast and promise to boost anybody's underwater fun and lung capacity." The girl sat topless in the captain's chair and watched at the boy swam around the cabin inspecting the controls and the instruments. He swam over her and glided down along the far wall and approached her from the back. He swam under the chair and came up between her legs and reached his hands on either side of her fumbling at the scrap of cloth that still covered her. Mike pulled the girls' bikini bottoms toward him while glancing at his watch. A close-up of the digital display on his wrist showed that the breath-holding timer was passing 2 minutes. He picked up her little red triangle top and tucked it with her diminutive bikini bottoms in his swimsuit waistband. He held her admirably at arms length and looked at her slender nude body. She smiled at him and put her hands on his waist. She floated up out the chair and her tanned bottom further showed that she was also a frequent visitor of the nude beach as well. "These two kids are enthusiastic divers and visited this shipwreck last year – but never like this!" The young man took the girl by the hand and swam side-by-side with her out of the ships cabin and the length of the stern deck. He peeked into an open hatch over the engine room and then in an impish mood, put his feet on the top step of the ladder and started working his way down the constricted passageway. When his head was level with the deck, he reached out to give the girl a reassuring stroke on the foot. With a swirl of bubbles, he vanished inside the drowned boat to explore the engine room and challenge the underwater maze. The girl was plainly worried that he could be trapped inside or lose his way inside the dark ship. He was holding his breath, after all, and if he became stuck, there would not be time for her to go for help. And, without an air tank there was no telltale trail of bubbles to give away his position. She lay down on her belly on the metal deck and stuck her head inside the opening to try to see him. Her naked rear was pointed at the camera as she slid almost half of her upper body in the dark passageway. The announcer said, "The boy is free of the worry of air tanks and decompression tables. I am sure that he is also enjoying the freedom to move around in tight places that come from not wearing gear and the related straps. He is also wearing water correction contact lenses to make his vision clearer underwater. I wonder where he is?" Mike moved down the ladder and into the engine room. He has always loved large engines and he took the time to study the gauges and shiny brass valves. There were two 8-cylinder diesel engines that looked like they were in perfect condition. He moved deeper into the boat and swam in almost total darkness up the starboard passageway past the galley and the crew's quarters on the lowest deck inside the ship. If it had been floating he would be right at the water line. He could see a faint light up ahead and he swam toward it into the mess hall that was located right under the foredeck. Still holding his breath at three and a half minutes without any difficultly, Mike looked for a way out of the boat. He stopped to examine a small kitchen next to the mess hall and found a perfectly good can of Coke. He was tempted to open it and try to drink it but his experiences with underwater eating had not been very good. He set the can on a table for the next diver to find. After almost two minutes of exploring the potentially very dangerous and confining rooms and passageways of the ship, the Mike located the door that led to the front deck and emerged at the bow of the boat. Mike swam out into the filtered sunlight and felt his crouch. He thought about the lovely mermaid that was waiting for He swam to the top of the wheelhouse and was rewarded with the view of his young naked bride ass up looking down the hatch that he had entered the engine room by. He hurried to return to her before she did anything stupid like try to follow him in to the hazard filled vessel. He snuck up on the girl who was still looking down the hatch and poked her in her exposed pussy with his mini-mag light. She jerked and pulled out of the hole in a hurry! She thought that a sea snake had molested her. She was relieved to see him and she wrapped her arms around him in glee. He kissed her on the neck and then on her tits. She arched her back and he ran his tongue down her belly and gave her shaved snatch a snaky little lick. He rose and took her hand and swam with her to the side of the ship and they floated over the side and down to a bed of soft white sand and sea grass next to the stern of the boat. The elapsed time for Mike was now 4 minutes even. "Anybody who enters the water (even a bathtub) should consider this underwater breath holding course", explained the announcer. "As you can see this man is having the time of his life unencumbered by equipment or even the urge to breathe." The girl settled to the bottom on her butt and looked up at the surface over 60 feet away. She breathed carefully from her tank that was now 75% empty. She knew that 25% on the gauge meant that she had only 5 minutes left at this depth. The gentle current caressed her exposed sweet little breasts as she relaxed backwards into her sandy bed. "Of course your improvement will vary, but generally speaking you can add up to 4 minutes to your underwater time! The breath-holding course starts with a home study set of DVDs and study book. The student receives instruction on how to hold their breath underwater and how to increase their time with both physical and mental exercises." "When the student has reached 3 minutes underwater in the tub or pool on every single attempt, they start the personalized training at our school. Nothing is forced at the school but we ask you to practice every day for at least three weeks before you come to the first class." The girl pulled her mask off sending a torrent of bubbles to the surface and snorted a bit as the water filled her upturned sinuses. She held the regulator in loosely in her lips and smiled at the boy. He was kneeling between her long legs with his hands on her knees gently pulling them apart. "In our first 3 "classroom" lessons, you will learn how to utilize all of the capacity of your lungs, efficient air exchange, mental conditioning, setting your "internal" stopwatch, and breaking down your internal fears. This is accomplished entirely in the pool with the classroom work and written tests being taken underwater as well." The girl threw her head back and thrust her hips up to meet the boy. She had her feet buried in the sand and her arms out at her sides. The boy's heart was hammering as he surveyed this sight! He wanted to fuck her so badly that he almost ejaculated in his swimsuit without touching her. "Some students are interested in underwater exploration, some are interested in increasing free-diving skills, some are interested in underwater sex, and some are interested in a combination of courses." He eased her legs apart and lowered his face to her eager pussy. His dick was rock-hard under his bikini and the tip of it was clearly sticking 2 inches out of the waistband. His feet floated above his head as he started performing oral sex on her. He continued to thrust with his tongue in her cunt as he held onto her buttocks with clenched fingers. His timer beeped at the 5-minute mark! "If we watch long enough there is no doubt that we will see a little 'deep water' family planning going on. I wonder if their kids will be born mermaids?" His thrusting actions pushed them along the ocean floor as he attempted to ram his entire head into her womb. She spread her legs as wide as she could and opened her mouth letting water in around her regulator choking her a bit. She clamped down in her throat to keep the water from drowning her and twisted her hips back and forth to increase his depth. "As the clock rounds 5½ minutes, you can see that this young couple is totally satisfied with the results of his training." She grabbed his head and pulled him up to her face and spit out her regulator so she could kiss him face-to-face. He pulled down his shorts with one hand and wiggled out of them. They drifted away in the current along with her bikini. His erect cock drove it's way into her pulsating pussy. Their pelvic bones met with so much force that she squeaked with surprise underwater. He wrapped his arms around her neck dislodging her air tank from the Velcro belt that she was still wearing. It fell to the sand 2 feet away from her and the regulator leaked the last of the precious air to the surface. Her feet were kicking with pleasure and the tank was knocked away down a slope into much deeper water. The girl held her breath and clamped her pussy muscles on his cock and held on tight. She put her face into his chest to keep the water at bay but that did not help her growing need for air very much. "Oops, we better start an underwater breath holding timer on her as well! She is obviously untrained but she was planning to take the Julie course after this trip. Maybe she helped him study in the bathtub in the time that it took him to complete the pre study course." She struggled to hold her breath as he fucked the holy crap out of her! She could hear his watch beep at the 6-minute mark so he couldn't last much longer. Could he? She knew that he had better cum soon or she would be one drowned kitten! As the camera pulled away to the surface you could see them in the cool depths rhythmically fucking on the ocean floor. She was releasing small bursts of bubbles and he was now doing the same! "Mike has now been underwater for over 6 minutes and the girl is going for a personal record of 2 minutes without air! Maybe she did try out the pre-training modules. But even if she did, it is still unlikely that she can do better than 3 minutes. Of course, they still need to swim to the surface and that should take at least half a minute so they need to start right now! I doubt that they can recover her air supply." As the camera moved back you could see that her tank stopped bubbling in a final burst! "Well it looks like they are still making underwater love and the time is now coming up on 7 minutes for Mike and 3 minutes for his wife! This announcer happens to know that they survived but you will have to visit our web site to learn the whole story." The camera pulls out of the water the moves to their 24-foot boat waiting on the surface. On the stern deck table were a couple of wine glasses half full of an amber white wine. "OK kids, have a good time! Young man, remember your training. Young lady, don't let him drown you! And both of you, don't let the wine get warm"