His fingers stroked her throat, she could feel yet another orgasm building deep within her core, she'd lost count now. that familiar tightening of her muscles tightening, the bite of the restraints against her wrists, her chest starting to heave more deeply, the relentless, never ending buzz of the magic wand moving between her thighs as he made her cum again and again and again. Lost in a world somewhere between ecstasy and torture.
His grip closing on her windpipe this time, his strong fingers pressing in between the ridges, carefully constricting, but not quite closing off the airflow to her lungs, but god her diaphragm was having to work hard to suck in and push out enough precious oxygen. Her head tilted fully backward to ease tye glow as best she could
Her lungs burning, pelvis begins to quiver building, building, the wand moving from her clitoris, against her vulva, pressure increasing, almost like he's trying to force the big, thick buzzing head right inside her, feeling her lips stretch, then back over her clit, onto the crown of her pubic bone, pressing firmly against it, she can hear as well as feel the increased buzzing as he slowly dials up the intensity to full power.
The vibrations travelling deep into her bones, conducting through them, theough her very frame, sending a delicious tinging sensation not just her on her clit, but beyond it, deep inside her, her g-spot, her cervix, a deep convulsion, the orgasm becoming unbearable, but the restraints, the spreader bar, doing tgeir job, making it equally inescapable, entirely as his whim.
Her breathing shortening, hard, panting, sharp little gasps, all she can now manage to draw in. His grip tightening further, her lungs on fire as they scream for air, the burning deep within them evenmore intense than the ache in her firmly clamped nipples.
She can't see him, but despite the blindfold, she senses his pressence, his face moving in closer to hers. She can feel the warmth of his skin, his hot breath on her lips, sensing that he's breathing in her little gasps, the orgasm taking over her completely now, her body instructing her to take deep, fast, hard breaths, but his grip not allowing her to comply, tightening further, completely clamping her airway. Holding, holding, her chest heaving but just creating a vacuum, one that burns more with every futile tising of her chest. Then releasing, deep heaving gasps, his mouth on hers, breathing them in.