jonnysimple
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I've had many domination fantasies over the years, never thinking I would have the chance to fulfill them, until last night. Finding a girl/woman who was either into plastic asphyxiation, or willing to participate in a "play" role is nearly impossible, that is until you start looking at the many bdsm related dating/group sites. I've been doing exactly that for the last few years, but the problem is that 99% of the girls in those sites are there either for money, or to latch up with someone who will become their victim through blackmail. There were a few girls whom I conversed with and began to have a mutual trust, one of which stood out. She had a sense of humour, was educated, and had a love for submission. She knew of my intense plastic and asphyxiation fetish, and found it intriguing. She reminded me of a girlfriend I had when I was younger who was a risk taker.
Last summer, I began to see this relationship becoming real. We finally met last September. She is cute, 32 years old, slim like myself, nice hair, etc. We met in a hotel room and I specifically asked her not to bring any purses or pack sacks, in case of concealed cameras. She was just as conditional, insisting to actually book the room and get the key. I agreed to the compromise. We have met up several times since then, becoming more and more comfortable with each other.
We had spoken about our fantasies. Hers was simple restraint and sensory deprivation, whereas I wanted the same, along with plastic breath play. She was very interested in my fantasy, because as she put it; "it is the ultimate submission." She had not done this kind of thing before. We had a relationship by this time, with a common interest in music, both play an instrument, enjoyed each other's conversation, consisting 60% of a non-sexual nature. Funny how things happen in life.
Last night was the night to begin our sexual adventures together. The itinerary was; she arrives at my house at 5pm, we eat supper together, then I show her my "studio." I know it sounds "50 Shades" but there's no other way I could word it. After supper, and a little wine (for BOTH our sake) I took her downstairs. Her hand was sweaty from nerves, which she says is something that plagued her during piano recitals for the same reason. I had previously that day setup my new PVC bag and "electric lung pump", described here: http://www.likera.com/forum/mybb/Thread-Amazing-plastic-encasement-session. She was impressed by the size of the bag, commenting on the smell of PVC, which she noticed during supper as well. The bag arrived just last week, so it still had a slightly strong PVC odor. I explained the workings and how I used it myself. She was simultaneously impressed, and nervous as hell, indicated by arms folded in front of her the entire time. I fully expected that she would simply leave and not go through with anything, so I wouldn't be disappointed if she had. She asked a few questions like; "show me the air pump" and "can I be tied up when inside the bag?" and "how strong is the plastic?" Folded arms became unfolded and relaxed as we discussed things, and conversation turned to questions relating to the aspects of sexual pleasure; "do you stimulate me or am I doing it myself?" Penetration was an issue for her, as this was too early for her comfort zone, but the trust level was quite high and she was amenable to the possibility. She knew she had many choices in the matter. My hope was that we would perform two sessions; one where I was in control and one with her being the dominant. We began to discuss ideas.
After some time (and a bit more wine) we had our scenarios. It was time to begin. Her hands became sweaty again. She wanted to first take a shower, so I took her upstairs and showed her where things were, gave her a towel, etc. I went back to the basement and took off my clothes leaving just my underwear. She came back a few minutes later wearing my bath robe. It was a slightly awkward moment, not knowing what to say or do, but we laughed. She then took off the robe. Nice body, not perfect, but then again, neither is anyone's She was, however, slim and fit, nice beasts, not big, no tan lines, as she is not a sun worshiper, something else we had in common.
I held up the bag entrance while she crawled inside. She said "please be careful and don't do anything stupid." This was certainly not something a "sub" says to a "dom" but then again, we're not professionals in this game, so it doesn't really matter. When inside, I asked her to lay on her stomach so I could secure her arms folded behind her back with a snap fastener, pulled it tight and then secured it around her waist. She flipped over on her back and I put a blindfold on her, so she could experience the sensory deprivation she so likes. I tied her feet together, then her knees. She said "please warn me when the air will be sucked out." I jokingly said; "you will know, don't worry."
The goal of the scenario was to set the air pump timer to blow air for 4 minutes, then suck it out for 30 seconds until the plastic fully encased her, then continue for another 10 seconds, then loop back to 4 minutes of air flow again. If she says the safe-word, I was to immediately reverse the airflow and stop the session. I told her that I was starting the timer (software that controls the air pump) to which she replied "God I'm nervous." Arousing words. During the next 4 minutes, I prepared my masturbator since we agreed that there would be no penetration at this point in our relationship. I watched the laptop screen count down to zero, and it started to suck air out of the bag. I told her, and she started to take in deep breaths. The plastic encased her entire body. I reached over and touched her body from her breasts down to her pubis, where I pushed the plastic into her fold to start pleasuring her, all the meanwhile watching her face to see if she needed something. She thrust her pelvis toward my hand. She exhaled and I could see a brief pulse of fog on the plastic, just as quickly collapsing back on her face as the pump sucked out the air. The timer was almost complete, and she began to struggle, thrashing her head from side to side, so I immediately reversed the pump. Her first words were "Jesus Christ, that was intense." I asked her if she wanted to stop. She replied "no, let's keep going... how are you?" I jokingly told her not to worry about me. She asked "how many more times like this?" I told her several more and then I'll be done. She replied; "that's fine, I'm good." I asked her if I could lay on top of her, to which she said sure, so I got on top of her. The feeling of plastic between her and me was amazing. The cold plastic, and the warmth of her body. I had to be careful however, since the air volume was now much lower than normal, so it would take less than 30 seconds to evacuate the air, and therefore, she would be without air for much longer. The pump switched to vacuum again, but I didn't tell her this time. The plastic collapsed on her in less than 15 seconds this time. I rubbed my penis against her pubis, over and over, all the while carefully watching her face for signs of struggle. I was getting close to orgasm when she began to thrash so much that I fell off, so I immediately reversed the air pump. This time she asked "why did you do that, I was close to orgasm!" Her struggles were born of pleasure. She scolded me; "I didn't say the safe-word!" I learned my lesson. So much for sub/dom play That's fine though, life is short, just have fun I say. We resumed, me laying on her, rubbing my penis on her pubis, and when the the pump started to vacuum, I knew I had to wait for her safe-word before taking action. This was as intense as I've ever felt. The plastic was completely encasing her, and the laptop timer still had 35 seconds to go before she would have air. I kept rubbing to which she reciprocated by thrusting toward me. I saw the plastic expand around her head as she let out a large moan of pleasure, so I assumed she was having an orgasm. I saw that she needed air, but didn't want to disappoint her by reversing the pump. I was now in full orgasm, the most intense as I've ever had in my life. She was still orgasming, at least I thought. After a few more seconds, I reversed the pump to fill the bag with air. She was sweaty and slippery. Her first words were "fucking hell, I couldn't say the safe-word." When she began to orgasm, her moan totally emptied her lungs, and since there was no air left, she couldn't speak. Something that neither of us thought about.
I unzipped the bag entrance, crawled in and removed the bindings from her arms and legs, and took off the blindfold, feeling the sweat on her body. She crawled out of the bag and put on my bath robe and went upstairs to clean up a bit. We then talked for an hour or so. She was extremely satisfied, having had an enormous orgasm. For her, it was more about being dominated, and the feeling of the dominant laying on her, feeling the warmth of my body. Not being able to breath was an element of the domination, but wasn't what she liked most about the session. She didn't like that the plastic caused a barrier between our bodies, which lessened the sensation. She wanted more of a physical connection. I suggested that we try the next session with me inside the bag with her. We would both be dominated by the computer, but we quickly realized the incredible risk, since something going wrong meant the possible expiration of two people. Kinks or no kinks, that's not an option. We agreed that the plastic separation was something we'd have to live with.
The next scenario was to be where she had her orgasm, but since this already happened, we just talked for a while longer and then she left. She will think of other scenarios to play with me, and we'll hook up again in one week. I am very happy that she wants to come back and play again.
Last summer, I began to see this relationship becoming real. We finally met last September. She is cute, 32 years old, slim like myself, nice hair, etc. We met in a hotel room and I specifically asked her not to bring any purses or pack sacks, in case of concealed cameras. She was just as conditional, insisting to actually book the room and get the key. I agreed to the compromise. We have met up several times since then, becoming more and more comfortable with each other.
We had spoken about our fantasies. Hers was simple restraint and sensory deprivation, whereas I wanted the same, along with plastic breath play. She was very interested in my fantasy, because as she put it; "it is the ultimate submission." She had not done this kind of thing before. We had a relationship by this time, with a common interest in music, both play an instrument, enjoyed each other's conversation, consisting 60% of a non-sexual nature. Funny how things happen in life.
Last night was the night to begin our sexual adventures together. The itinerary was; she arrives at my house at 5pm, we eat supper together, then I show her my "studio." I know it sounds "50 Shades" but there's no other way I could word it. After supper, and a little wine (for BOTH our sake) I took her downstairs. Her hand was sweaty from nerves, which she says is something that plagued her during piano recitals for the same reason. I had previously that day setup my new PVC bag and "electric lung pump", described here: http://www.likera.com/forum/mybb/Thread-Amazing-plastic-encasement-session. She was impressed by the size of the bag, commenting on the smell of PVC, which she noticed during supper as well. The bag arrived just last week, so it still had a slightly strong PVC odor. I explained the workings and how I used it myself. She was simultaneously impressed, and nervous as hell, indicated by arms folded in front of her the entire time. I fully expected that she would simply leave and not go through with anything, so I wouldn't be disappointed if she had. She asked a few questions like; "show me the air pump" and "can I be tied up when inside the bag?" and "how strong is the plastic?" Folded arms became unfolded and relaxed as we discussed things, and conversation turned to questions relating to the aspects of sexual pleasure; "do you stimulate me or am I doing it myself?" Penetration was an issue for her, as this was too early for her comfort zone, but the trust level was quite high and she was amenable to the possibility. She knew she had many choices in the matter. My hope was that we would perform two sessions; one where I was in control and one with her being the dominant. We began to discuss ideas.
After some time (and a bit more wine) we had our scenarios. It was time to begin. Her hands became sweaty again. She wanted to first take a shower, so I took her upstairs and showed her where things were, gave her a towel, etc. I went back to the basement and took off my clothes leaving just my underwear. She came back a few minutes later wearing my bath robe. It was a slightly awkward moment, not knowing what to say or do, but we laughed. She then took off the robe. Nice body, not perfect, but then again, neither is anyone's She was, however, slim and fit, nice beasts, not big, no tan lines, as she is not a sun worshiper, something else we had in common.
I held up the bag entrance while she crawled inside. She said "please be careful and don't do anything stupid." This was certainly not something a "sub" says to a "dom" but then again, we're not professionals in this game, so it doesn't really matter. When inside, I asked her to lay on her stomach so I could secure her arms folded behind her back with a snap fastener, pulled it tight and then secured it around her waist. She flipped over on her back and I put a blindfold on her, so she could experience the sensory deprivation she so likes. I tied her feet together, then her knees. She said "please warn me when the air will be sucked out." I jokingly said; "you will know, don't worry."
The goal of the scenario was to set the air pump timer to blow air for 4 minutes, then suck it out for 30 seconds until the plastic fully encased her, then continue for another 10 seconds, then loop back to 4 minutes of air flow again. If she says the safe-word, I was to immediately reverse the airflow and stop the session. I told her that I was starting the timer (software that controls the air pump) to which she replied "God I'm nervous." Arousing words. During the next 4 minutes, I prepared my masturbator since we agreed that there would be no penetration at this point in our relationship. I watched the laptop screen count down to zero, and it started to suck air out of the bag. I told her, and she started to take in deep breaths. The plastic encased her entire body. I reached over and touched her body from her breasts down to her pubis, where I pushed the plastic into her fold to start pleasuring her, all the meanwhile watching her face to see if she needed something. She thrust her pelvis toward my hand. She exhaled and I could see a brief pulse of fog on the plastic, just as quickly collapsing back on her face as the pump sucked out the air. The timer was almost complete, and she began to struggle, thrashing her head from side to side, so I immediately reversed the pump. Her first words were "Jesus Christ, that was intense." I asked her if she wanted to stop. She replied "no, let's keep going... how are you?" I jokingly told her not to worry about me. She asked "how many more times like this?" I told her several more and then I'll be done. She replied; "that's fine, I'm good." I asked her if I could lay on top of her, to which she said sure, so I got on top of her. The feeling of plastic between her and me was amazing. The cold plastic, and the warmth of her body. I had to be careful however, since the air volume was now much lower than normal, so it would take less than 30 seconds to evacuate the air, and therefore, she would be without air for much longer. The pump switched to vacuum again, but I didn't tell her this time. The plastic collapsed on her in less than 15 seconds this time. I rubbed my penis against her pubis, over and over, all the while carefully watching her face for signs of struggle. I was getting close to orgasm when she began to thrash so much that I fell off, so I immediately reversed the air pump. This time she asked "why did you do that, I was close to orgasm!" Her struggles were born of pleasure. She scolded me; "I didn't say the safe-word!" I learned my lesson. So much for sub/dom play That's fine though, life is short, just have fun I say. We resumed, me laying on her, rubbing my penis on her pubis, and when the the pump started to vacuum, I knew I had to wait for her safe-word before taking action. This was as intense as I've ever felt. The plastic was completely encasing her, and the laptop timer still had 35 seconds to go before she would have air. I kept rubbing to which she reciprocated by thrusting toward me. I saw the plastic expand around her head as she let out a large moan of pleasure, so I assumed she was having an orgasm. I saw that she needed air, but didn't want to disappoint her by reversing the pump. I was now in full orgasm, the most intense as I've ever had in my life. She was still orgasming, at least I thought. After a few more seconds, I reversed the pump to fill the bag with air. She was sweaty and slippery. Her first words were "fucking hell, I couldn't say the safe-word." When she began to orgasm, her moan totally emptied her lungs, and since there was no air left, she couldn't speak. Something that neither of us thought about.
I unzipped the bag entrance, crawled in and removed the bindings from her arms and legs, and took off the blindfold, feeling the sweat on her body. She crawled out of the bag and put on my bath robe and went upstairs to clean up a bit. We then talked for an hour or so. She was extremely satisfied, having had an enormous orgasm. For her, it was more about being dominated, and the feeling of the dominant laying on her, feeling the warmth of my body. Not being able to breath was an element of the domination, but wasn't what she liked most about the session. She didn't like that the plastic caused a barrier between our bodies, which lessened the sensation. She wanted more of a physical connection. I suggested that we try the next session with me inside the bag with her. We would both be dominated by the computer, but we quickly realized the incredible risk, since something going wrong meant the possible expiration of two people. Kinks or no kinks, that's not an option. We agreed that the plastic separation was something we'd have to live with.
The next scenario was to be where she had her orgasm, but since this already happened, we just talked for a while longer and then she left. She will think of other scenarios to play with me, and we'll hook up again in one week. I am very happy that she wants to come back and play again.