Interlude 4 – Breath Control – fetish/kink/dream
Interlude 4 – Breath Control – fetish / kink / dream
This one I know very little about, but I think it sort of ties in a lot of my previous fetishes. Just recently I have had a recurring dream. I am sitting in the home of the real-world inspiration for my character “Vicky”. I am half crossdressed, in hose, heels, panties, overstuffed bra, and wig (Elvira-style, huge high jet-black beehive with long, flowing showgirl straight hair as well.) She is uncharacteristically-nicely helping me apply my makeup. (Yes, even I know this is not the order you would probably dress in – humor me, this is my dream!)
For whatever reason, she can’t find her/my pancake makeup. Trying to be helpful, I suggest she use talcum powder. She tells me it’s not the same, I tell her I know that, she says she has nothing to use as a puff/dabber (I don’t know the correct term, again, my dream, don’t hate.) I suggest she just shake out a pile into her hand and blow it onto my face. She says that’s silly and it wouldn’t stick. I say wait a sec. I am already so aroused, I stick my hand in my panties, get a drop of precum and rub it lightly on one of my cheeks, and bat my eyes at her. (My dream, shut up!) For whatever reason, her eyes light up, and she shakes out WAY more than necessary, puts her hand right next to the middle om my face (not particularly near the one side I moistened) and purses those sweet lips of hers and BLOWS!
WHOOSH! A HUGE cloud of talcum powder erupts from her long-nailed hand and positively envelopes my head, sending me into a choking fit! My cum clitty springs to full attention, oozing several drops more precum and an, “Oh GOD!” escapes my lips! My hips must have bucked involuntarily, because she gazes downward, and says, “God DAMN, what got you so excited, girl?” Flushed, I gasp in a few breaths, and manage to say, “I… I… I don’t know! May.. maybe it’s… be… because it reminds me of your smoking, which you know excites me so, but the big cloud was even BIGGER than your biggest exhales! And it sort of just surrounded my head and STAYED there, and I had to breathe it in! And… damn! Please, we have to do my other cheek, please?” She smiles and say, “Sure thing, and afterwards, you have to go see how sexy your hair looks right now, it looks like Elvira decided to frost her hair! But first….” He voice trails off, and she pulls out a VS120 and lights it, taking only a regular drag to do that, and exhales the smoke away to the side. Then she slowly starts shaking an even bigger pile of talcum powder into her palm, as she say, “Wet your other cheek… and wet your nose and forehead and chin, while you’re at it.”
I reach into my panties and scoop up as much precum as I can, several drops this time, and apply it liberally all over the rest of my face, not wanting to miss a square millimeter. Vicky reaches down with the hand holding her VS120 and rubs her clitoris through her panties for a moment, moaning. Then she brings the cigarette up near her lips, puts the hand holding the powder less than an inch away from my face, locks her eyes on mine, and says, “Ready, Julie?” I whisper, “Oh yes, Mistress!”
She takes a cheek-hollowing drag, followed by another, moves her hand away from her mouth and immediately starts exxxhaling the thickest plume of smoke I have ever seen into the pile of talcum powder, causing it to explode into an even bigger and denser cloud than the first one, blocking out my vision! I purposefully inhale as deeply as I can, dragging both Vicky’s wonderful smoke and the choking aerated powder into my lungs, sending me into a coughing fit, causing my vision to fade almost to black for what seemed like over a minute. She must have been concerned, because she grabbed me by my arms and started shaking me, asking me if I was OK, and eventually I stopped coughing and was able to say yes I was. And all the while I had the biggest erection I have ever had in my life, but after the scare, neither of us wanted anything to do with sex at the moment. But before I undressed, I did go to her bathroom.
My face looked like a Japanese kabuki performer, coated in a fine white powder of makeup. The Elvira wig still showed some of the silky jet-black, mainly down near the ends (on the shelf of my tits) (and I assume, in back) but a snowy dusting of white everywhere else. It looked like John Holmes had shot two weeks’ worth of sperm over the wig, and it looked so damned sexy, I finally noticed my raging hardon. I walked back out of the bathroom without undressing.
Vicky asked me again if I was OK, and I said sure. My breathing had calmed down. She spotted my erection, and said, “Damn, that coughing didn’t make you lose your boner?” I said No, but if it had, seeing my wig would have brought it back. She smiled and said, “I fucking told you so. That Elvira is a total hottie, and in that bra and that wig, you do bring her to mind.” Her hand drifted down to her crotch again. I said, “Yeah, but I love the jet-blackness of her hair, and now the poor girl looks like some porn star shot a month’s worth of cum all over hair at once! But it does look kind of sexy like that, I guess?” I let my voice trail off. She said, “Fuck, John Holmes could cum that much in ten days! God damn, to see him cum ten times in a row on her hair to coat it like that….” She let her voice trail off, too, and started rubbing her clit fast and hard.
I immediately dropped to my knees and said, “Pull down those panties, let me lick you and finger-fuck you while you rub your clit! And look down here as cum-haired Elvira eats your hot pussy!”
She was not usually one to take orders, but this time those panties disappeared! My face was jammed into her hot cleft, two of my fingers were pistoning in and out of her cooze, one of her hands rubbing her wet clit for all it was worth, and the other hand was on the back of my wig, jamming my face as deep into her as it would go! I tried to use my tongue like a dick to fuck her with it, as well as with my fingers, and within a minute, she was bucking her hips into my face and screaming, “Keep eating me, Elvira, I’m cumming, you hot bitch! Ahhhhhhh! Fuuuuckkkkkk!”
My dream fades out there.
*
Early, when I barely smoked, I stole one of my Mom’s prepackaged douches. (She always overbought, she never missed it.) It was the expandable plastic ones, cylindrical, that popped up like a conical accordion, had some powder in it, and a nozzle you screwed on, with holes on all four sides of the nozzle, about four holes to the side. I dumped out the original powder, and would put some talcum powder in it, and squeeze it in the shower (with no water running yet) to see the powder shoot out in a small cloud. Sometimes I would breathe a little tiny bit it, but I knew that wasn’t safe, so never very much.
*
Of course, smothering my face in shaving cream, whether when bringing a “beehive” hairdo down onto my face at the climax of shower masturbation, is totally breath control. Same when burying my head in the shaving-cream covered blouse/beachballs in the hotel room bathroom in the extremest session.
But nothing even approaching auto-erotic asphyxiation for me, please, thank you!
*
If any of you have breath control fetishes, please share them with me. They can be similar to these or different, though I doubt I will be interested in being throttled/choked by a pair of hands, or anything similarly sado-masochistic. Choking/gagging while orally pleasing an enormous penis is an entirely different matter, and that would be a very welcome topic!
Thanks in advance for reading and for your comments/feedback.
Happy orgasms!
This one I know very little about, but I think it sort of ties in a lot of my previous fetishes. Just recently I have had a recurring dream. I am sitting in the home of the real-world inspiration for my character “Vicky”. I am half crossdressed, in hose, heels, panties, overstuffed bra, and wig (Elvira-style, huge high jet-black beehive with long, flowing showgirl straight hair as well.) She is uncharacteristically-nicely helping me apply my makeup. (Yes, even I know this is not the order you would probably dress in – humor me, this is my dream!)
For whatever reason, she can’t find her/my pancake makeup. Trying to be helpful, I suggest she use talcum powder. She tells me it’s not the same, I tell her I know that, she says she has nothing to use as a puff/dabber (I don’t know the correct term, again, my dream, don’t hate.) I suggest she just shake out a pile into her hand and blow it onto my face. She says that’s silly and it wouldn’t stick. I say wait a sec. I am already so aroused, I stick my hand in my panties, get a drop of precum and rub it lightly on one of my cheeks, and bat my eyes at her. (My dream, shut up!) For whatever reason, her eyes light up, and she shakes out WAY more than necessary, puts her hand right next to the middle om my face (not particularly near the one side I moistened) and purses those sweet lips of hers and BLOWS!
WHOOSH! A HUGE cloud of talcum powder erupts from her long-nailed hand and positively envelopes my head, sending me into a choking fit! My cum clitty springs to full attention, oozing several drops more precum and an, “Oh GOD!” escapes my lips! My hips must have bucked involuntarily, because she gazes downward, and says, “God DAMN, what got you so excited, girl?” Flushed, I gasp in a few breaths, and manage to say, “I… I… I don’t know! May.. maybe it’s… be… because it reminds me of your smoking, which you know excites me so, but the big cloud was even BIGGER than your biggest exhales! And it sort of just surrounded my head and STAYED there, and I had to breathe it in! And… damn! Please, we have to do my other cheek, please?” She smiles and say, “Sure thing, and afterwards, you have to go see how sexy your hair looks right now, it looks like Elvira decided to frost her hair! But first….” He voice trails off, and she pulls out a VS120 and lights it, taking only a regular drag to do that, and exhales the smoke away to the side. Then she slowly starts shaking an even bigger pile of talcum powder into her palm, as she say, “Wet your other cheek… and wet your nose and forehead and chin, while you’re at it.”
I reach into my panties and scoop up as much precum as I can, several drops this time, and apply it liberally all over the rest of my face, not wanting to miss a square millimeter. Vicky reaches down with the hand holding her VS120 and rubs her clitoris through her panties for a moment, moaning. Then she brings the cigarette up near her lips, puts the hand holding the powder less than an inch away from my face, locks her eyes on mine, and says, “Ready, Julie?” I whisper, “Oh yes, Mistress!”
She takes a cheek-hollowing drag, followed by another, moves her hand away from her mouth and immediately starts exxxhaling the thickest plume of smoke I have ever seen into the pile of talcum powder, causing it to explode into an even bigger and denser cloud than the first one, blocking out my vision! I purposefully inhale as deeply as I can, dragging both Vicky’s wonderful smoke and the choking aerated powder into my lungs, sending me into a coughing fit, causing my vision to fade almost to black for what seemed like over a minute. She must have been concerned, because she grabbed me by my arms and started shaking me, asking me if I was OK, and eventually I stopped coughing and was able to say yes I was. And all the while I had the biggest erection I have ever had in my life, but after the scare, neither of us wanted anything to do with sex at the moment. But before I undressed, I did go to her bathroom.
My face looked like a Japanese kabuki performer, coated in a fine white powder of makeup. The Elvira wig still showed some of the silky jet-black, mainly down near the ends (on the shelf of my tits) (and I assume, in back) but a snowy dusting of white everywhere else. It looked like John Holmes had shot two weeks’ worth of sperm over the wig, and it looked so damned sexy, I finally noticed my raging hardon. I walked back out of the bathroom without undressing.
Vicky asked me again if I was OK, and I said sure. My breathing had calmed down. She spotted my erection, and said, “Damn, that coughing didn’t make you lose your boner?” I said No, but if it had, seeing my wig would have brought it back. She smiled and said, “I fucking told you so. That Elvira is a total hottie, and in that bra and that wig, you do bring her to mind.” Her hand drifted down to her crotch again. I said, “Yeah, but I love the jet-blackness of her hair, and now the poor girl looks like some porn star shot a month’s worth of cum all over hair at once! But it does look kind of sexy like that, I guess?” I let my voice trail off. She said, “Fuck, John Holmes could cum that much in ten days! God damn, to see him cum ten times in a row on her hair to coat it like that….” She let her voice trail off, too, and started rubbing her clit fast and hard.
I immediately dropped to my knees and said, “Pull down those panties, let me lick you and finger-fuck you while you rub your clit! And look down here as cum-haired Elvira eats your hot pussy!”
She was not usually one to take orders, but this time those panties disappeared! My face was jammed into her hot cleft, two of my fingers were pistoning in and out of her cooze, one of her hands rubbing her wet clit for all it was worth, and the other hand was on the back of my wig, jamming my face as deep into her as it would go! I tried to use my tongue like a dick to fuck her with it, as well as with my fingers, and within a minute, she was bucking her hips into my face and screaming, “Keep eating me, Elvira, I’m cumming, you hot bitch! Ahhhhhhh! Fuuuuckkkkkk!”
My dream fades out there.
*
Early, when I barely smoked, I stole one of my Mom’s prepackaged douches. (She always overbought, she never missed it.) It was the expandable plastic ones, cylindrical, that popped up like a conical accordion, had some powder in it, and a nozzle you screwed on, with holes on all four sides of the nozzle, about four holes to the side. I dumped out the original powder, and would put some talcum powder in it, and squeeze it in the shower (with no water running yet) to see the powder shoot out in a small cloud. Sometimes I would breathe a little tiny bit it, but I knew that wasn’t safe, so never very much.
*
Of course, smothering my face in shaving cream, whether when bringing a “beehive” hairdo down onto my face at the climax of shower masturbation, is totally breath control. Same when burying my head in the shaving-cream covered blouse/beachballs in the hotel room bathroom in the extremest session.
But nothing even approaching auto-erotic asphyxiation for me, please, thank you!
*
If any of you have breath control fetishes, please share them with me. They can be similar to these or different, though I doubt I will be interested in being throttled/choked by a pair of hands, or anything similarly sado-masochistic. Choking/gagging while orally pleasing an enormous penis is an entirely different matter, and that would be a very welcome topic!
Thanks in advance for reading and for your comments/feedback.
Happy orgasms!
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