“Look closely as her throat bobs. You will feel it when using your cock, but for those using a dildo, I would never push past letting your sub gag five times. You can continue this form of play, but I would advise breaking it up, letting them take a few minutes’ break. If it were my dick, I’d sink balls deep in her cunt and then let her taste her own arousal as she chokes me down a second time.”
As I scan the room, making sure that everyone is paying attention, my world stops turning as I pull the dildo from Viv’s mouth. Standing in the back, her expression blank—Aspen.
“What the fuck? You’re here…” My brain short circuits at the sight of her, my voice an unrecognizable growl. “Um… where was I?”
“Number three, Master Stevens.” Viv turns to look at me, checking that I’m good to continue. I need to be laser-focused for the next section, but how do I do that with Aspen watching me?
“Yes. Number three is strangulation. This is the most dangerous form of breath play and must be closely monitored at all times. To a novice, it may look as if I simply reach out and crush Mistress Genevieve’s throat.” I wrap my hand around her delicate neck, entreating her to turn to the front once more. “This can result in crushing the windpipe, which is actually not what we want to do here. Although this is the most dangerous breath play, it is usually the most rewarding for both the Dominant and the submissive. Air restriction at its core creates a discomfort that, when released, creates a euphoric rush of endorphins, dopamine, and serotonin, intensifying orgasm tenfold. I’m not applying pressure to the front of her throat.” I remove my hand and move behind her once more, running my fingers gently down either side of her neck.
“Your carotid arteries run down either side of your neck. They supply eighty percent of blood flow to your brain. When I apply the right amount of pressure, Mistress Genevieve’sbreathing will be restricted, and I need to be aware of the amount of time I continue to apply force. For beginners, I would suggest no more than ten seconds at a time, allowing both of you to work up to a level you’re comfortable with. I will reiterate, both the Dominant and the submissive must be one hundred percent comfortable at every step.”
The crowd claps for Viv.
“Does anyone have any questions?” A hand shoots up in the middle of the room. It’s Aspen. She’s working her way through the crowd.
“I have one.”
“What is your question?”
“Does that euphoria always happen, or do submissives get used to it over time?” If I thought my cock ached when Viv was gagging, it’s fucking painful right now and hard as a fucking rock.
“It is a physiological reaction. The time tolerance may vary, but the end result is the same. In short, no, they wouldn’t get used to it. The orgasm would always be heightened through this process.”
“And what is your preference? Smother, choking, or strangling?”
I forget that Viv can feel the evidence of my arousal at her back. “Down boy,” she whispers.
By this point, Aspen is close enough to the stage that I can see the glint in her eye. The mischief that turns me on.
“I enjoy all three.”
“But if youhadto choose.” She rests her hands on her hips.
“Then my submissive would spend a good portion of time on her knees, choking down my cock.”
She turns on her heel, satisfied that she’s got me so wound up I’m ready to burst. Before she can get away, I quickly finish the lesson.
“That concludes our breath-play tutorial. Please feel free to contact me if this is something you want to embark on. You can also speak with our new training Master. Thank you to Mistress Genevieve for lending her beautiful neck for this demonstration.”
I proceed to get the fuck off the stage as quickly as possible, ignoring the applause as I navigate my way through the crowd, trying to get to Aspen.
She’s halfway down the stairs when I reach her. “What the hell were you doing up there? It’s no place for a woman like you.”
“What? A whore? Your whore!”
I take the stairs two at a time to get to her, reaching for her arm. “You’re not a fucking whore. I meant someone… innocent. This lifestyle is hard, crude, and demanding in ways you cannot fathom. If it were easy, don’t you think I would’ve made you mine long ago?”
“Yours?”
“This is exactly what I mean. You don’t understand. If you are mine, thenI am yours. That’s what the Dom/sub dynamic is all about.”
“I thought it was you choking me out and fucking me until I wasn’t of use to you anymore.”
“I know I should never have wrapped my hand around your throat, but you said you enjoyed it, though that doesn’t absolve me of blame. Can we talk about the fact that you lied to me?”
“There’s nothing more to say. You made your feelings very clear.”
“Did I?” I bark, closing the space between us. “It’s clear to you that I’m in love with you?” The words are out before I think better of it.
