I have always wanted to do this kind of a story, and I want to make one thing perfectly clear, in 40 years of being in the lifestyle I have never once force anyone down the rabbit hole or done things to their body that they didn't express an interest in or ask me about beforehand. I am also not racist and have had friends and lovers of all different colors, so put that out of your mind. As always this is a work of fiction, and I alone am solely responsible for the content herein. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended. This story may not be reproduced, retransmitted or copied in any way known or unknown without permission from the author. If you like what your about to read be sure to like, vote, follow and comment below. I want everyone that reads my stories and the stories of others to be careful out there and to have a good year.
Now on with the story.
I looked down at my slave and smiled to myself again as she took yet another labored breath, she was tied to the "coffee table" I'd made then shook her head once again trying to either tear or dislodge the clear plastic trash bag that I'd placed over her head. It was a little technique called dry submarine, a person breathing would quickly use up their available oxygen in the bag and then begin recycling the CO2 they had already breathed out.
I placed the pulse/ox meter on her finger again and looked at the numbers it returned, 84%/136, hmm, not the best numbers to see but considering I had a plastic bag over her head, a vibrator in her pussy and one in her ass I really wasn't too surprised by the numbers I was seeing. I looked her over checking her nail beds for signs of cyanosis and they were a touch purple but still good for another few minutes.
I reached down and grabbed her dark chocolate nipples and did the 3 things I love to do with them most, Pinch, Pull and Twist. Mel screamed yet again as the pain registered in her brain and tried to get me to let go, I just twisted her nipples back the other way which caused her to scream yet again and finally pass out.
I quickly pulled the bag off her head and turned the vibrators off then unclipped her legs which were up by her head and lowered them to the tabletop. I got the O2 bottle out and placed the mask over her face and cranked it up to 15 lpm. With in a minute her eyes fluttered open and she looked around to find my face and smiled. 'Thank you... Master... for fucking... my lowly... cunt... and ass.' She managed to gasp out in between breathes.
I smiled back and caressed her sweat stained face then kissed her forehead. 'You're welcome my beautiful little chocolate pain slut, Master loves his slave, Melantha.' I told her and kissed her forehead yet again and watched her eyes close. I knew she'd be taking a small nap and after checking her pulse/ox levels yet again I finally removed the mask, dildos and released her from the table. I picked her limp body up and carried her into my bedroom then slid her under the sheets and covered her up.
I got undressed and laid down next to her under the sheets, gently cupping the tits that just minutes ago I'd been trying to pull the nipples off of. I marveled yet again at how a smart young woman, 1/3rd my age was such a fucking pain whore and how I'd managed to sink my evil claws into her yet again. She did love me, and I her, even if I would do painful things to her body, she'd just crawl back wanting more, the breath play was her favorite thing to do although this was her first time doing dry submarine. I just knew it wouldn't be her last.
Perhaps I should start back about a year ago, when I first meet Melantha and no that is not her real name, it's the name I gave her when she became my slave. Yes, I take my slaves given names and toss them out the window, for me they are no longer Becky or Wanda or whatever their parents chose to call them all those many years ago on the day of their birth. They belong to me now and I will choose what to call them, sometimes the name comes easy other times it takes a while to figure out, but the name always changes.
Mel was a spur of the moment thing; I'd been at a party and seen her standing by the wall just watching the goings on and walked over to her and introduced myself. It was a kind of love at first sight thing, and we played a little that night, I wanted to get to know her and her first before I dragged her deep into my dungeon. I'd been in the lifestyle for many years by that time and I'd transformed part of my basement into a den of pleasure and pain.
I quickly found out that she loved pain and the higher the pain level the harder she came. That's not to say that she couldn't come any other way, just that she had mind bending orgasms when she was being tortured. Luckily for her I was a bit of a Sadist and didn't mind letting that side of me come out to play.
Her decent down the rabbit hole started out simply enough, spankings and Shabari, foot tickling or torture, floggings and being spanked with a riding crop. Each time going deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole, with in 6 months she simply wanted more and more, she no longer wanted out and no longer knew which way was out. I also found that she came buckets when she was being choked thus our breath play was born, and I love to wrap my XL paws around a throat and to slowly squeeze.