Many of my recent buys have concentrated on different aspects of Breath Control and the feeding of any aromas with which I might like to infuse you.
As many of you will know, I can rarely resist the lure of more and more new equipment, and stunning rubber or leather outfits, or hoods and gags, or toys which might help me better dominate you all in the sparkling surroundings of my stylish new BDSM Laboratory. Just when I think I should ease up on acquiring new products, I find myself tempted afresh to bring in new games to both amuse me, and punish or excite you.
Among them has been a new breathing rig from Enfettered which I was using this very week on my filming slave during a long day of bondage, restraint and torment.
Once I had him fully dressed and hooded in his own rubberwear I strapped him down across my whipping bench with hands and thighs secured and his head held down.
Introducing him to some serious breath control play, I attached attach the face mask, and connected his breathing tube to the new Enfettered equipment.
It’s visually stimulating because I can then see the inbuilt rubber breathing bag rise and fall with every breath, and it has the bonus fun that I can adjust the small vent at the bottom of the bag to make it as easy, or as hard, as I wish for him to draw in every breath of fresh air.
It’s breath control at the twist of a dial and there’s nothing my slave can do to control it.
That, however, is only the half of it; as my victim was soon to discover once I had him trapped and at my mercy. The air he inhales is drawn in through the vent in a small metal container which give me the opportunity to introduce all sorts of interesting aromas into the mix.
The user has no chance to escape from inhaling the scent of whatever liquid his Mistress wants him to enjoy – even in the unlikely event that he would wish to do so!
Naturally, it was not long before I felt the normal urge of nature, meaning that my sub was soon enjoying the gentle aroma of my watersports dabbed onto a cool wool pad in his breathing container.
It did seem to his liking because the speed at which the breath control bag started pumping in and out indicated a change in his levels of sexual excitement.
The breath control was even more necessary once I began work on encouraging him to reach a climax.
The nearer he got to producing a sample, the faster his breathing became. And then as an inevitable consequence of his Mistress’s charms, he finally gasped and produced an impressive amount of spunk, which I was careful to gather in all its sticky glory.
It was then that inspiration hit me (although I say it myself, I can be a highly creative mistress) and I decided to mop up the spunk with some cotton wool and add it to my ‘house champage watersports’ in his breathing pot.
As I mentioned in an earlier note, this slave is currently undergoing intensive training for me to pimp him out as a slut… and what better training for that than getting him used to the smell of a man’s sperm.
Two birds… with one somewhat sticky stone.
