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Introduction to forced breathing
I sat down naked on the wood chair in the middle of the studio, feet cold but room warm, feeling anxious. I am curious as to what PD has decided to do with me this evening. I wonder how much torment I will go through to please him, can I do what he asks of me? How much pain will pay the price of my freedom?
PD walked up to me with a slow stride and a half smile, looking at my meek body fumbling in the chair. I looked up and him and blushed, embarrassed by my impolite fidgeting, hoping that he didn't notice.
He gently pushed me back into the chair, lightly running his fingers along the back of my arms and started to bind me with thick dark rope. I inhaled deeply as he started to tightly bind my arms behind me, arching my back before submitting to my final position, I knew he would keep me here for a while.
Again he smiled and tickled my breasts with the rope as he moved towards binding my legs. The rope felt tight and wonderful. It creaked as I moved and laughed at me as PD bound me tighter. He spread my thighs very far apart and started to bind them. I could feel the heat center around my exposed pussy now. Knowing that I was entirely exposed for his personal viewing and control started to make me moist.
He leaned over to me and said softly into my ear, "now, there is no escape." I felt the blood rush to my face and my nipples harden with pleasure. I struggled in my tight binds and realized what he said was true. He was pleased with my struggle and smiled again. PD walked in front of me and bent close to my face. He took his warm hand and lightly placed it under my chin, making me look up at him. He said very quietly, "You like this, don't you. Hmm?" My face turned red in embarrassment, and I slowly nodded with a small grin on my face, feeling my pussy throb with pleasure.
"You know, I can think of something that would make you feel even better." PD looked at me and turned around to his toy and equipment collection, obscuring my view of what he was selecting. He turned around with something behind him and walked to the back of my chair. I was very curious what he had selected. All that I knew was that it made jingling and clinking noises.
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