Dicing with death: Doctor Sleep (part 2)
The day came and I was bricking it... I got a live location from Dr. Sleep. His progress on the map tracked inexorably closer and closer until I finally opened the door to him. His photos on the dating site flattered him and I soon regretted telling him that I meet with real men as I like the look, taste and smell of real men far more than soap and deodorant...
Truth be told, he was actually rather appalling (uncept, unattractive, reeking of BO and and and, long yellow toe-nails, a scar across his stomach, small-cocked and with a deformed belly). It really tested my submission and desire. The body blows and slaps were more of an irritant (but I much preferred it to spanking) and stomping on me, not nearly aggressive enough; him pinching me and squeezing and suffocation me were better and pulling my body hair out was a novelty. The neck holds hurt. Big time. The strap around my neck, the sock around my throat, the diffused poppers, the sleeper clamps with his hands and legs, well now that was FUCKING EXQUISITE.
We had four sessions. Number 1 was an intro so to speak aimed I guess at easing me in to things and to test the comms between us and for him to learn to read me. It was good, but I was ready and hoped for more. He gave me just the right amount of encouragement. Session 2 was getting there. I could feel myself about to go out on a couple of occasions, but I didn't quite get there. Still, coming by (and I am not talking about the immediate return, but instead the second return where the whole body all of a sudden reaches full oxygenation) were exquisite; a funny thing happens during recovery - the period between the immediate -and second return - which is quite hard to explain... it's as if the world comes into focus again with me unsure where I've been and how long I've been there and where I then tied to style it out by doing what I am meant to do, giving attention to him. In these moments, I were both trying to please and wondering what I have missed and if I shouldn't check my phone for a missed call, msg or appointment or the time as a minimum.
Session 3 turned out to be the main event. Twice I felt a blackening pass over me and I could feel my limps going slack. I wasn't scared at all, more relieved that his ministrations got me there. On both occasions I guess he felt me go and he let up. I am left wondering what it would have been like if he kept the hold just a few seconds more... As things were, again it wasn't the immediate return / recovery that was special, but the period in between that and the second return. During this time - I've got no idea how long it lasted, it could have been a few seconds or a few minutes - it felt as if I was bathed in light, not a care in the world, not a thought in my head, totally unaware of my body and my surroundings. It was pure glory and unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I know one thing for sure: it is an addictive feeling.
Perhaps the pain is vital. More accurately, the natural inclination to avoid it is vital - without that "entry barrier", I would be living in that in-between state of nothing -and emptiness forever more. And then, towards the second return, reality starts to seep in and one of the first things I became aware of (certainly on one occasion) was him just holding me, breathing with me and stroking my hair ever so gently. It was pure bliss. I was with it seconds (I think) later and like a proper love struck teenager, I looked into his face and smiled at him. It was all I could do from professing my undying love for him right there. It was fucking bonkers and I recall my smile for him turning into laughing at myself for such an idiotic thought. Talk about forgetting yourself!!! My body got the message a few more seconds later and I untangled my hands from his hair and just about manage to stop myself from kissing him. Fuck me.
Session 4 wasn't all that noteworthy. He wanted to cum and I spent a lot of time on his cock. I recall him lying back at one stage, his cock in my mouth, wrapping his legs around my neck just tight enough so that I couldn't move on his cock at all and all the while JUST getting sufficient oxygen when the thought crossed my mind that I was in a happy place; at that moment I wished I was with him and that he would put me in that position every night after work for three hours while he watched TV. He eventually sort of humped my face while in my fist to cum and he came quite a bit. In full appreciation for the meet, I collected as much of his cum as possible and smeared it all over me.
In spite of the Ibuprofen and Spasmend and Voltarol, my throat, my chest and my stomach are all killing me. I'm going to remember him for a fair few days. In fact, once the physical pain, swelling and bruising are all gone, I'll still remember him and I guess I will remember him forever - this was certainly exquisite and special and unique enough to warrant a life long memory. Beauty really is only skin deep; the trust and appreciation he instilled in two and a half hours makes him one of the most beautiful people I've ever met. It's a great pity that I've decided I won't see him again (as I've since educated myself on this kink). It is just far too dangerous a game to play but damn, am I glad for the experience!!!
As I've explained it to a friend... I've met with over 50 men in the last five years. I've met The Queen and Queen. I've done a pole to pole journey and walked on fire and yet, this is by far the highlight of my 50 years on earth.
Ps. Like many other kinks and sexual curiosities, breath play is of interest to people for many different reasons. Here are three common ones.
Physiological - During breath play, you or your partner restrict oxygen to your brain. This is step one of the process. When your oxygen levels are low, you may feel lightheaded or dizzy. But when the pressure is released and oxygen and blood begin to flow again, you may feel another type of rush. This one is caused by a release of dopamine, serotonin and endorphins that of can cause head-spinning exhilaration.
Psychological - Some breath play fans like the power play element of the arrangement. As the person in charge, you can choke or suffocate your partner. Or as the submissive, you can be controlled. Your partner is dominant and guiding the events. This dynamic provides a second layer of sexual arousal for some people.
Physical - In the immediate aftermath of choking, suffocating, or strangling, your body may confuse the rush of endorphins and hormones as a positive, pleasurable thing. In reality, those hormones were caused by your body’s protective reaction. But in the crossfire of emotions and pleasure, these sensations may feel more like “pain is pleasure” rather than warning signals from your brain and body.
Pps. I am a rather kinky bastard and according to my BDSM Test results an Experimentalist (83%) - this resonates as I would try anything at least once. Or twice to be more accurate as I am a quick study and wouldn't want to judge a book just on the first chapter. I have also got a temp (I hope!!!) - literal - death wish, so disclaimers and cautions are in order.
Erotic asphyxiation "EA") is very dangerous. Really, really dangerous in fact and I strongly advised against it. Autoerotic asphyxiation (EA without a partner) even more so... Just don't. Even worse... many studies now suggest it can be addictive and we all know that which you become addicted to, is likely to end very, very badly.
“EA is truly very risky and may lead to serious injury, including cardiac arrest, brain damage from lack of oxygen, and death.” Janet Brito, PhD. “Breath play in BDSM is, to me, the most dangerous form of play. It is the only play that even if you make no 'mistake,' it can cause severe damage or death. Many dungeons will not allow breath play to be done under any circumstance.” David Pillow (aka Master Kyros), a BDSM Instructor.
Truth be told, he was actually rather appalling (uncept, unattractive, reeking of BO and and and, long yellow toe-nails, a scar across his stomach, small-cocked and with a deformed belly). It really tested my submission and desire. The body blows and slaps were more of an irritant (but I much preferred it to spanking) and stomping on me, not nearly aggressive enough; him pinching me and squeezing and suffocation me were better and pulling my body hair out was a novelty. The neck holds hurt. Big time. The strap around my neck, the sock around my throat, the diffused poppers, the sleeper clamps with his hands and legs, well now that was FUCKING EXQUISITE.
We had four sessions. Number 1 was an intro so to speak aimed I guess at easing me in to things and to test the comms between us and for him to learn to read me. It was good, but I was ready and hoped for more. He gave me just the right amount of encouragement. Session 2 was getting there. I could feel myself about to go out on a couple of occasions, but I didn't quite get there. Still, coming by (and I am not talking about the immediate return, but instead the second return where the whole body all of a sudden reaches full oxygenation) were exquisite; a funny thing happens during recovery - the period between the immediate -and second return - which is quite hard to explain... it's as if the world comes into focus again with me unsure where I've been and how long I've been there and where I then tied to style it out by doing what I am meant to do, giving attention to him. In these moments, I were both trying to please and wondering what I have missed and if I shouldn't check my phone for a missed call, msg or appointment or the time as a minimum.
Session 3 turned out to be the main event. Twice I felt a blackening pass over me and I could feel my limps going slack. I wasn't scared at all, more relieved that his ministrations got me there. On both occasions I guess he felt me go and he let up. I am left wondering what it would have been like if he kept the hold just a few seconds more... As things were, again it wasn't the immediate return / recovery that was special, but the period in between that and the second return. During this time - I've got no idea how long it lasted, it could have been a few seconds or a few minutes - it felt as if I was bathed in light, not a care in the world, not a thought in my head, totally unaware of my body and my surroundings. It was pure glory and unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I know one thing for sure: it is an addictive feeling.
Perhaps the pain is vital. More accurately, the natural inclination to avoid it is vital - without that "entry barrier", I would be living in that in-between state of nothing -and emptiness forever more. And then, towards the second return, reality starts to seep in and one of the first things I became aware of (certainly on one occasion) was him just holding me, breathing with me and stroking my hair ever so gently. It was pure bliss. I was with it seconds (I think) later and like a proper love struck teenager, I looked into his face and smiled at him. It was all I could do from professing my undying love for him right there. It was fucking bonkers and I recall my smile for him turning into laughing at myself for such an idiotic thought. Talk about forgetting yourself!!! My body got the message a few more seconds later and I untangled my hands from his hair and just about manage to stop myself from kissing him. Fuck me.
Session 4 wasn't all that noteworthy. He wanted to cum and I spent a lot of time on his cock. I recall him lying back at one stage, his cock in my mouth, wrapping his legs around my neck just tight enough so that I couldn't move on his cock at all and all the while JUST getting sufficient oxygen when the thought crossed my mind that I was in a happy place; at that moment I wished I was with him and that he would put me in that position every night after work for three hours while he watched TV. He eventually sort of humped my face while in my fist to cum and he came quite a bit. In full appreciation for the meet, I collected as much of his cum as possible and smeared it all over me.
In spite of the Ibuprofen and Spasmend and Voltarol, my throat, my chest and my stomach are all killing me. I'm going to remember him for a fair few days. In fact, once the physical pain, swelling and bruising are all gone, I'll still remember him and I guess I will remember him forever - this was certainly exquisite and special and unique enough to warrant a life long memory. Beauty really is only skin deep; the trust and appreciation he instilled in two and a half hours makes him one of the most beautiful people I've ever met. It's a great pity that I've decided I won't see him again (as I've since educated myself on this kink). It is just far too dangerous a game to play but damn, am I glad for the experience!!!
As I've explained it to a friend... I've met with over 50 men in the last five years. I've met The Queen and Queen. I've done a pole to pole journey and walked on fire and yet, this is by far the highlight of my 50 years on earth.
Ps. Like many other kinks and sexual curiosities, breath play is of interest to people for many different reasons. Here are three common ones.
Physiological - During breath play, you or your partner restrict oxygen to your brain. This is step one of the process. When your oxygen levels are low, you may feel lightheaded or dizzy. But when the pressure is released and oxygen and blood begin to flow again, you may feel another type of rush. This one is caused by a release of dopamine, serotonin and endorphins that of can cause head-spinning exhilaration.
Psychological - Some breath play fans like the power play element of the arrangement. As the person in charge, you can choke or suffocate your partner. Or as the submissive, you can be controlled. Your partner is dominant and guiding the events. This dynamic provides a second layer of sexual arousal for some people.
Physical - In the immediate aftermath of choking, suffocating, or strangling, your body may confuse the rush of endorphins and hormones as a positive, pleasurable thing. In reality, those hormones were caused by your body’s protective reaction. But in the crossfire of emotions and pleasure, these sensations may feel more like “pain is pleasure” rather than warning signals from your brain and body.
Pps. I am a rather kinky bastard and according to my BDSM Test results an Experimentalist (83%) - this resonates as I would try anything at least once. Or twice to be more accurate as I am a quick study and wouldn't want to judge a book just on the first chapter. I have also got a temp (I hope!!!) - literal - death wish, so disclaimers and cautions are in order.
Erotic asphyxiation "EA") is very dangerous. Really, really dangerous in fact and I strongly advised against it. Autoerotic asphyxiation (EA without a partner) even more so... Just don't. Even worse... many studies now suggest it can be addictive and we all know that which you become addicted to, is likely to end very, very badly.
“EA is truly very risky and may lead to serious injury, including cardiac arrest, brain damage from lack of oxygen, and death.” Janet Brito, PhD. “Breath play in BDSM is, to me, the most dangerous form of play. It is the only play that even if you make no 'mistake,' it can cause severe damage or death. Many dungeons will not allow breath play to be done under any circumstance.” David Pillow (aka Master Kyros), a BDSM Instructor.
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