She arrives with a twinkle in her eye, wearing her best lingerie today. We are getting very wet. Katie has been with me for quite a few sessions now; we are exploring deeper into kink, opening all the doors to new adventures. today’s activity will make her hold her breath in anticipation. I eagerly ripped her clothes off, and she started moaning immediately, breath catching in anticipation and excitement. Her knickers are wet, not that there’s much material, but they’re very wet nonetheless. Slowly, I touch her neck, gently sliding my fingers down her back. She twitches and moves out of habit. I hold her neck still, forcing her to stand up straight, using one hand. I tighten it around her neck just enough so she can feel a small effect on her breathing, but not enough to stop her breathing.

Checking in to make sure she wasn’t being triggered. Using her neck to force her body back against me, I pressed my forearm, rubbing down her breasts and used my hand to grab her breast, squeezing tightly. Feeling her hips buck as I squeezed and tightened, her moans grew louder. I increased the tightness on her neck, slowly testing her reaction, gradually cutting off her ability to breathe until she was gasping for air. Once she was warmed up and dripping wet, we went to the dungeon studio, fitted a padded choker collar, grabbed a short length of rope, tied it to the collar’s loop, and made a gentle knot to the chain above her head to hold the rope while I retrieved a vibrator. Every time she moved, the collar would tighten, restricting her breathing.

Starting the vibrator and tracing down her body, just missing her clit then passing by the inner thigh where it's so wet it's hard not to let the vibrator slip out of control, slowly sliding it down her legs, spreading her juices as I go. Before moving back up towards her clit, missing it again on purpose, I can hear the frustration in her breath. The closer I get to her clit, the more she pants and moves, pulling on her collar and cutting off her breath. Moving around her breast but not on her nipple, having the same effect as it did on her clit as she takes a sharp intake of breath. As I move downward and hit her clit, I pull on the rope hard, fully cutting off her ability to breathe as I rub the vibrator against her clit, while her hands reach to grab the collar. I turn the vibrator power up, intensifying it as she tries to pull against the rope to try and breathe all the way to the point she cums and squirts all over herself right when I ease off the rope and lean against her to catch her as the squirt takes her off her feet a little. Once she catches her breath, I tell her to stand up straight because we are going to do that again.

This time, I don’t tease her body; I go straight for her sensitive spots. I tie the rope so it’s holding her tightly, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes to breathe. If she lowers herself her breathing is completely cut off. Her hands are still free if she needs them, but I warn her not to move them, and she must keep them by her side. I place the vibrator on her very sensitive clit and then take her nipple in my free hand, starting to pinch and twist. I can see her body twisting and contorting as her orgasms build she moans deeply and sexually between rushed breaths. Sweat spreads from her face down her body as she starts to struggle to stay on her tiptoes.

I move the vibrator down between her wet, tingling lips and back to her throbbing clit, moving from clit to pussy in a slow, teasing rhythm. As she gradually lowers her body, she can no longer keep it up her breathing starts to catch, and she’s on the verge of her orgasm. As I keep moving the vibrator away to prevent her from coming so I can keep playing with her, she is so wet her legs are shining in the light, and her juices have coated her legs all the way down to her feet, which are now half flat on the floor. With one swift movement, I lean back, forcing her feet flat to the floor and stopping her from being able to catch her breath, turning the vibrator to full power, fully. She cries out with the sensation, body shaking, cum flooding out of her as she orgasms. But I don't stop, I keep going, and she keeps cuming moaning louder and louder. It finally ends. She has cum too much. I have to hold her up as I pull the rope free. She collapses with me to the floor, covered in her own orgasm.