So I was suddenly in a breath play mode today. I knew my first playmate of the day was keen on the idea because he had dropped a few none to subtle hints so I planned to literally take his breath away for awhile! <grin>

He surprised me right off with a few cute temporary tattoos that I enjoyed immensely.  Shortly after, I got him heavily fastened to my standing steel bondage rack, first with straps & cuffs, then with plastic wrap.

Once I reached his head, I decided to simply keep going!  Initially wrapping in crisscross directions, leaving his mouth free.  Then suddenly I wrapped straight across his mouth cutting off his air supply, and waited. … just a little while but I am sure it seemed much longer for him!  <evil grin>

I relented and popped a small hole in the plastic and let him take a few quick breaths and then stuck my thumb over the hole and made him struggle a bit longer.  I watched his body closely so I could tell when he was REALLY beginning to need a breath again.  It was fairly easy to tell  when the struggle starts getting to the point that I have to let him breathe again or risk having him pass out.  And well, the bondage position I had him in wouldn’t have been a good one for him to pass out in.

So I toyed with him for awhile… switched to a rebreather that forces him to breathe the same air over and over until there is no oxygen at all left!   Then I pulled out the black hose and alternated between him getting no air at all by covering the opening, to him getting only air that I have already breathed for several breaths.  That was fun!!  I finished with him having the funnel gag for awhile and put at least two different liquids in it for him to have to drink and sputter over.  Lucky for him he didn’t make too much of a mess.

A bit later the same day one of my long lost bondage toys showed up for a quickie session and I was still in a mood.  The breath play earlier got me thinking about a TV series I had watched recently that had a serial killer that would hog tie his victims with zip ties (Ugh.  Rope is so much sexier)!  Once his victims were bound he would then place a bag over their heads, tape it tight around their throat and then sit back in a chair and watch them struggle, until they didn’t struggle anymore…  of course then there is a body to that is going to eventually get discovered and ultimately land him in jail, and I have always had a hard limit about dead bodies in my dungeon!  Bruised, battered and breathless fine … but generally I’ll  always stop what ever I am doing with my toys well short of death. Anyone who has ever tried to dig a hole in my yard could truly atest that it would be a bitch to bury a body here!

But I started thinking … it does feel a little weird to me that I also love the process of tying up people, albeit I prefer willing victims, and torturing them (consensually) often until they scream or cry out or come damn close to “safe wording”.  I also sort of wonder about the fact that I have on more than one occasion gotten hot bondage and torture ideas from shows like “Criminal Minds”.   I know it goes beyond just the consent bit and the fact I prefer leaving them alive at the end so they can come back and let me do it again and again!

I like to think motivation counts for a lot and generally my goal is to give my playthings the experience they envision or that takes them where they desire mentally, physically and maybe even spiritually and bring them safely back to earth and send them happily on their way.

But how different is it REALLY?  I think the vast majority of people on the planet could not fathom actually tying a person so tight they can hardly move, and then doing painful things to them while they squirm and cry and screech any more than they could imagine becoming a serial killer. I bet quite a few normal people would think that there was definitely “something wrong with me” and maybe I do in fact have some sociopathic tendancies to be able to do some of the things that I do and still sleep at night.   I have quite often gotten more than just a little turned on by my “work” and I guess I sometimes wonder what that says about me deep inside but then I shrug and smile and plot my next play scene.

Here are pics of my second scene today… including the one at the end … where I bagged him in the hog tie and enjoyed watching him struggle and gasp .. just a little.   He left grinning as much as I was.