I woke up to a crushing weight forcing my torso into the couch, knocking the wind out of me. I started to squirm in panic as I could feel the weight settle on my back, preventing me from being able to breathe properly.
After a few seconds, I managed to wrench an arm free from under my torso, and leveraged it to slightly lift myself, finally letting me see what I was trapped under. It felt like the ceiling had caved in or something.
I turned, and was met with Leah staring down at me with a shit-eating grin. Oh, well now I felt kind of dumb.
"You were hogging the couch again."
"I think you managed to collapse my rib cage."
Leah just rolled her eyes, before grinding her hips into my back, managing to knock the wind out of me again. She didn't have to try very hard, her formidable curves, and resulting weight, did most of the work for her. She had quite an impressive figure.
"Careful, I may be a little slower getting up if you run your mouth like that.
Not long ago, that would have made my stomach jump halfway up my throat, but now I just chuckled. She was only kidding.
Sure enough, a few seconds later she stood up, letting me crawl out from beneath her and catch my breath. She sat next to me, and flipped on the tv.
We'd come quite a long way the past couple months. At first I'd panicked every time she walked into the room, but I'd since come to trust her again. We'd managed to move past most of it, but I don't think I'll ever quite forgive Leah for the funnel incident. Then again, I don't think she'll ever forgive herself, either. She'd had to help me deal with recurring nightmares about it, and I could tell the guilt wore on her.
Despite that whole mess, we'd begun dating, and had carefully ventured into the territory of femdom once more, now with both parties consenting. Leah had had to initiate most of it, but I didn't think she minded. I'd gotten lucky that she found my timidity endearing. Then again, the same could arguably be said for me enjoying her assertiveness.
We'd always kind of been friends as neighbors, but both our close friendship and my crush on her had started in high school. She'd come across two of our classmates bullying me, and to make a long story short, one ended up upside down in a trash can, and the other closed inside a locker. Leah had always been somewhat protective of me since, an attitude I didn't mind. For months afterward, I'd just about worshipped her, and we'd stayed best friends even today. Although now I guess we're more than friends.
"Sorry about waking you up, I couldn't help myself. Reminded me of the old days."
"It's alright, I just panicked a little. I didn't realize what was happening."
I deliberately avoided mentioning Leah's weight. I found her curves attractive, and if you asked her, she'd say her body shape was hot too. But I'd already made one wisecrack about her weight, and I knew she was self-conscious about it.
"What, thought I was crushing you with my thighs?"
I flushed, and pointedly didn't respond. Now that Leah knew how to make me blush, she quite enjoyed doing it on purpose to amuse herself. I tried to compose myself as the sardonic grin returned to her face.
"Should I hold you down and strangle you until you say uncle again? That used to be my favorite game."
"That may have something to do with the fact that you always won."
Leah started to look disappointed, so I hurried to finish my thought.
"I like it too. Just... you know, be careful. Okay?"
"Of course!"
Leah slightly spread her legs, an inviting smile spread across her face, and patted her lap. I mentally sighed as I turned and started to lay down. Leah had stopped forcing me into anything, and had taken pains to only escalate as quickly as I was comfortable with. She'd genuinely committed to making this an equal partnership now.
Even so, it was still nerve wracking putting myself at her mercy like this. I trusted Leah, and I knew she wouldn't try to hurt me on purpose, but she could get carried away sometimes.
I lay back with my head in her lap, staring upwards. Well, more accurately, I stared at Leah's chest from below. I knew she wouldn't mind, but it was hard not to feel weird about openly ogling her after years of secret glances and nervous laughs.
Leah swung either leg over my shoulders, and I could feel the soft fabric of her fleece pajamas wrap around my neck.
"You ready?"
She leaned forward, peering down at me, seeming to hang upside down.
"Yeah."
As soon as the word left my mouth, Leah's legs snapped closed around my throat, and my breathing abruptly cut off. I struggled to inhale, trying to get a tiny bit of air into me past the vice grip of her thighs.
As I squirmed around between Leah's legs, I started to get a lump in my throat, flushing. Leah laughed as I began to pitch a tent, and squeezed harder, making it even harder to breathe.
"Well, I figured out where all the blood I cut off from reaching your head ended up."
The line was about the last thing I expected during a strangling session, and as a result, I tried to snort out a startled laugh. Instead, it got caught in my throat from how hard Leah was crushing it.
I started to try and pry Leah's legs apart as she slowly ratcheted up the pressure, now nearing 30 seconds since the last time I managed to take a breath. Leah always insisted she never even came close to using her full strength, and the scary part was, I believed her. She'd once won $20 from me by managing to crack a watermelon open by squeezing it between her legs.
As I started to get desperate, Leah slightly spread her legs, crossing her feet over each other. I took a frantic breath, lightheaded both from lack of oxygen, and the odd mix of pain, panic and pleasure that came from having my air cut off. I knew what was coming next.
Sure enough, with the added leverage of her crossed feet, Leah's thighs snapped closed harder than ever. My mouth flopped open, and I tried to scream. Nothing came out but a strangled choke, my throat held firmly closed by my girlfriend's unforgiving legs. Now matter how hard I pried, they didn't budge an inch as she sat relaxed above me.
Leah held her legs closed, grunting softly as she started to squeeze harder and harder. I could feel the soft flesh of her thighs forming itself around my neck as I started to panic, my torso bucking as my head stayed perfectly in place in her lap. Leah started to gently stroke my hair as I beat at her legs, trying to budge them to get myself the smallest gasp of air.
"It's okay, you can do it. Hold on longer, for me."
My legs kicked uselessly as I tried to escape Leah's grasp. By my count, we'd hit the one minute mark since Leah started strangling me, and all I'd gotten was one gasp of air that hadn't come close to filling my lungs. I was starting to get truly desperate. Sensing this, Leah leaned forward, smiling down at me.
"Do you want air?"
I opened my mouth to scream, but Leah clamped her thighs together harder than ever. It felt like iron bars slamming together around my throat, preventing anything but a quiet croak from coming out. All I could do was nod slightly, my head barely moving as her thick thighs held my neck firmly in place.
"Look at me, I want to see the desperation in your eyes."
I met Leah's eyes, and could see them gleaming with an emotion I couldn't quite place. She seemed to revel in watching my increasing desperation, knowing that she had complete power over me.
"Convince me you need air."
My fists beat desperately at Leah's legs as my back arched, every muscle going rigid as I tried to escape her grip. I didn't think I could last much longer down here. Leah grabbed my hands and forced them to my sides, and watched for 10 seconds longer as I flopped around on the couch. Finally, with one last squeeze, she released me.
I coughed as I was finally released from between her legs, desperate for a breath after over a minute with no air. I felt light-headed, and I could feel my throat struggling to open all the way after being clamped shut for so long. I sprang forward, sitting up in front of Leah as I caught my breath. She pulled me back down into her lap, running her fingers through my hair and staring down at me.
"You okay? I held you down for a long time there."
I nodded, not having gained enough air to speak yet. After gradually working our way into longer and longer time intervals, we'd eventually chosen to leave it up to Leah's judgement. Doing breathplay with no safeword was irresponsible, but I thought it added to the excitement, so I let her despite knowing it was probably a bad idea. Leah would occasionally accidentally hold me down for too long, but she was starting to dial it in. She was getting better at reading me as we kept doing this.
I glanced down, and realized that I'd been so focused on my lack of air that I hadn't noticed my dick was just about popping through my pants. The lack of control of getting strangled had its own kind of strange appeal. The feeling of being completely at my girlfriend's mercy was exciting in its own special way.
"You ready to go again?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
She let me get a better breath of air before starting this time, carefully positioning my neck between her legs. This time, when Leah's thighs closed around my throat, she applied enough pressure to make it difficult to breathe without cutting off air completely. It looked like she'd been excited to start before, but was going for a slower burn now.
Leah's face retreated back past the curve of her chest as she leaned back, slowly beginning to squeeze my neck harder. She had an impressive control over her legs, able to ratchet up the pressure in precise quantities.
I began to struggle as she pressed her legs together slightly harder, my breath coming in short gaps.
Leah tightened her grip every few seconds, slowly crushing my neck into the soft fabric of her pajamas. I could distinctly feel that I was getting slightly less air with each breath, and was beginning to feel the lack, my lungs begging for oxygen I wasn't able to provide. Almost of their own accord, my hands found their way to Leah's legs, trying to pull them apart. I knew that all the effort was expended in vain, but at least it felt like I was doing something.
Leah crossed her feet, and snapped her thighs shut again, brutally cutting off what little breathing I was still able to accomplish. She yanked my wrists away from her legs, lifting herself slightly and sitting on my hands. Leah was heavy enough that I wasn't able to pull them out from underneath her.
"I don't think you need those."
I could feel my face shifting to a deep crimson as her vice grip tightened around my neck, the muscles of her thighs digging into my throat painfully. I let out one last choking wheeze, before my breathing cut off completely.
