The skin on my neck is burning, trapped beneath the rough, unforgiving strap. It was only meant to be a single click of the metal buckle, but the prong slipped one hole too far.
Too tight.
The air isn’t flowing. It’s forcing its way through my throat. Every breath in takes a horrifying effort from my entire body, and every breath out feels as though it might be my last. The world around me starts to spin, losing its colour, shrinking in on itself. I can hear his voice, muffled and distant, but I can’t make out the words. They blur together into a dull, monotonous noise, drowned out by the pounding of my own blood in my temples.
He’s saying something. Smiling.
He touches me, but I can’t feel it. All my attention is trapped in that single point on my throat.
Where is his hand?
Why can’t he see that my vision is clouding over?
I try to lift my hand, to tear the burning strap away from my neck, but my muscles feel as heavy as lead. The lack of oxygen paralyses my thoughts. Instead of a plan to save myself, there’s only one primitive, animal demand pulsing through my mind.
Air.
Just one deep, clean breath.
Then, suddenly, the pressure disappears. The metal prong slips free of the hole, and the leather strap drops to the floor.
Freezing, sharp air rushes into my lungs, sending me into a violent fit of coughing. The world instantly snaps back into focus. His strong arms lift me from the floor and carry me over to the bed. I feel the coolness of a damp towel against my burning neck and the gentle touch of his fingers on my stinging skin.
He strokes my hair and softly massages my neck, and I can see the relief in his eyes.
My head is still buzzing, but the fear has completely disappeared, replaced by something else entirely.
I did it!
I held on!
It was exactly what I’d wanted so badly to experience - crossing that boundary. That terrifying, primal struggle for air, paralysing as it was, filled me with happiness.
I’m safe in his arms, and the burning mark across my neck is proof that I faced my own fear and overcame it.
I’m proud of myself...
I’m happy...
nonsexual dominance is so attractive. having someone choose for you? placing a hand on your back? pulling you closer in crowded areas? fixing your hair when you didn't know it was messy? holding your hand to guide you through crowds? telling you when you should eat or go to bed?
Me encantaría que un hombre se sentara en mi cara y me dejara lamer su culo con mi lengua. Y también la p0lla y los huev0s esos es super importante. Ah y si me permite dormir con su p0lla en la boca hacemos el completo.