High altitude

[astuffedshirt_perv]

Plot bunny, not really a stand alone story idea.

As you may know, Erotic asphyxiation or breath control is kind of a thing. Orgasms with an oxygen deprived brain are apparently off the hook. The reason it gets mentioned is that people actually die from it, which is really bad. However, less mentioned, is that being at high altitude may have a similar effect. Mile High orgasms

At high altitudes, the brain is oxygen deprived. Further, simulating high altitude isn't really that hard. While most people would notice a belt around the neck, few would notice that the air in the room is unusually thin.

How to work this into a story? Ideas:

guy turns his bedroom into a high altitude chamber, the sex is off the charts

Hotel rigs the bridal suite to be a high altitude chamber

Getting frisky in the car at the top of pike's peak

 

[Carnevil9]

Does this explain the attraction of the "Mile High" club?

How about a hotel at the top of a mountain, that advertises how sex is better there due to the thin air? It would make a great anthology of stories: various authors could all be invited to write independent chapters about different couples (or threesomes or foursomes or lonely masturbators) who flock there to try out the low-O2 nookie.

Edit: Or it could be a brothel that advertises the same advantages....

 

[Bramblethorn]

Does this explain the attraction of the "Mile High" club?

I'd be surprised. Commercial aircraft are pressurised to an equivalent of about 8000 feet altitude or lower, which translates to about 15 kPa partial pressure of oxygen (76% of what you'd encounter at sea level). But hemoglobin is so efficient at grabbing oxygen out of the atmosphere that your brain's still getting about 95% of the oxygen it would at sea level.

 

[Hypoxia]

Voice of experience: My partner and I have spent time in terrestrial environments of 10000-14000 ft after acclimating for some weeks at half those elevations. (for example: two months at 5500 ft in Bisbee, Arizona; then a month at 7500 ft in San Cristobal de Las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico; then a week above 11,000 ft in Guatemala.) We found fucking, moving, and thinking MUCH more difficult above 8500 ft. (That was especially noticeable during our month in Zacatecas, Mexico, when we moved between lower suburbs at 7000 ft and higher burbs at 10000 ft.) A flatlander who is suddenly transported to the hypoxic realm likely won't have energy for much fun, except maybe as a passive recipient of oral pleasures from an acclimated local, but that's about it. YMMV.

--Hypoxia [gasp!]

 

[FantasyXY]

Maybe it could be a blowjob bar with an old John Denver song playing in the background...

"Rocky mountain H-i-i-i-gh"...

 

[Hypoxia]

Maybe it could be a blowjob bar with an old John Denver song playing in the background...

"Rocky mountain H-i-i-i-gh"...

Reminds me of an old Monty Python mini-routine.

Announcer: "And now, the sound of John Denver being strangled."

[singing] You came on my pil-low... [gagging, strangling sounds]

Announcer: "Thank you."
____________________________________

Then there's the irony of his actual death, which came many years too late. "I'm leaving on a jet plane..." Okay, so it wasn't a jet, but close enough...

 

[astuffedshirt_perv]

A flatlander who is suddenly transported to the hypoxic realm likely won't have energy for much fun, except maybe as a passive recipient of oral pleasures from an acclimated local, but that's about it.

I wonder if the deprivation of oxygen could be dynamically linked to the individuals to maximize the effect?

 

[Hypoxia]

I wonder if the deprivation of oxygen could be dynamically linked to the individuals to maximize the effect?

I don't know, but I suddenly flashed on a datum:

A train line in Peru climbs east from Lima into the high Andes, topping-out at an 18,000 ft pass. 1st-class passengers can have tanked oxygen supplied via face mask or nasal canula; poorer folk gasp and pass out. This is true.

Plot bunny: a prostitution service (of acclimated locals) aboard the train provides oral sex along with O2. Free-breathing flatlanders can only gasp whilst watching others being oxygenated and pleasured.

So: a story about a couple, one of whom buys O2 and sex, and the other doesn't, and suffers.

Or a story about a passenger who bought a cheap 'personal' air tank from a vendor lurking at the train station -- but it's not O2, but sea-level air polluted with industrial chemical fumes. The passenger hallucinates on the train, sees yeti board and abduct-rape-eat other passengers. But it's NOT a hallucination, it's real! One yeti abducts this passenger as a sex slave. Hilarity ensues.