From: brakiriranger@aol.com (BrakiriRanger)

Newsgroups: alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.fetish.neck

Subject: Re: ASA- Asphyx Story

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Imagine being in a peaceful glade in the middle of the woods; no one else is

around for miles. We've be walking for some time. You infront, so I can"keep an

eye on you". As we reach the middle of the glade, exposed to the big blue sky,

I order you to stop.

"Stand perfectly still. Don't move."

You come to a halt, and I come up behind you. You start to turn your head.

"I said 'Don't move'!"

You freeze. Your pulse starts to quicken and a nervous smile comes to you lips

as you wonder what I'm up to. You feel the heat of my body radiating against

your back, and my hot and steamy breath on the back of your neck. You can tell

I'm very excited, by the sound of my heavy breathing. Then you feel my hot

hands cup your breasts as I press my body against your back. You can feel the

bulge of my penis on your ass through our clothes. I start massaging your

breasts, gently, at first, then harder and harder while I'm nibbling at your

neck and ears. As one hand continues to knead your tits, the other rubs down

your belly, finding it's way to your crotch.

As I start to rub your pussy through your restricting jeans, my other hand

undoes the buttons of your blouse, and slips into your bra. My nimble fingers

seek out your hardening nipple, and gently grab it and pull at it. I can feel

it swell under my grip. I'm gyrating up against your ass, and we're both

breathing heavily. I start groping for the other breast, now. That nippple's

hard and swollen, too, and you feel a moistness begin in your crotch.

Both of my hands come up and grab your tits, momentarily, and then finish

unbuttoning you blouse. I reach to your shoulders, grab your blouse and slowly

pull it off of you. My eager, deft fingers then reach for the clasp of your

bra. You feel it loosen, then that, to, falls to the ground. Again, my hot

hands are on your breasts, massaging them as I gently, then roughly squeeze

your nipples.

Then I reach for your jeans. You feel the waste first tighten, then relax As I

undo the button, then you hear the soft purr of the zipper as I open your jeans

to expose my favorite plaything. Your panties are very moist now, And you feel

my hand rub your pussy through your panties, fingers placed artfully: one along

the center of your snatch, and one along each of your pussy's lips. I thrust my

clothed dick into your ass cheeks, and hold you firmly against my body with my

forearm squishing you tits against your chest. As I hear your shuddering sigh,

I feel my heart pounding against your back. Then my hands are on your thighs,

fingers grabbing you jeans and thumbs hooking the inside of you soaked panties.

I slowly, gently, I peel jeans and panties down your legs in one smooth action.

You feel a warm breeze caress your body like a second lover, and the sun is

warm on your exposed breasts.

"Step out of your clothes" I say. "Remove your shoes and socks, too."

Obediently, you do so, as I lay a blanket down on the ground. You step onto

the blanket. I reach into my backpack and pull out some lengths of black,

velvety rope.

Turning to you, I say, "Now, the fun really begins". I grin mischievously.

Your heart pounds at the thought of what is to come.

"Stand here, and put your arms behind you."

You comply. I take one of the lengths of rope and move behind you. You feel me

grab your wrists and force them together. A pause, and then the rope is

pressing against your wrists. You feel your arms being tugged this way and that

as I secure your wrists with the rope. I check and double-check to make sure

that you can't get loose, but the circulation is okay. Satisfied with the job,

I get another, longer piece of rope. I loop this one around the wrist rope, a

few times, and then wrap a length of it around your waist. I cinch it up so

your wrists are held firmly against your back. Then with another piece, I tie

your wrist rope and then loop each end of the long rope around your upper

thigh, pressing on the edges of your crotch. Now you really can't move your

hands, not without hurting your delicate crotch. I take another, longer piece

of rope, Again I loop this one around your wrists, in the middle of its length,

and then drape each end over your shoulders. I reach around infront of you and

grab the two ends, thread them between and then under your breasts, and then

tie them tightly together in the back. The ropes are tight against the

underside of your breasts. I use another couple of lengths around your body,

just as a garnish. I move to your side, a firmly grab you around the upper

arms and chest with one arm.

Then all of a sudden, WHACK! You feel a sharp pain in your ass as my palm

impacts with your flesh. I makes you jump and let out a little yelp of

pain.WHACK! Again, more painful this time, you feel tears welling up in your

eyes. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! You feel like your skin is going to split open under

the heavy blows of my hand. Then I massage your ass cheeks, the red, throbbing

flesh, feels good in my palm.

"That," I say, "was for that time last week when you made a right-hand turn

without signaling." I laugh.

WHACK! You jump and cry out.

" And THAT was for the hell of it. Oh, poor baby, that hurt, didn't it?"

"Yes" you pout.

"Well, let me make it all better." I kneel down and massage your ass with both

hands, very lightly and very gently. It feels so good after such rough

treatment. Then you feel my hot mouth on your ass cheeks.

"I bet you never thought *I'd* be kissing *your* ass today, did you, hehe."

"No, I didn't" you say.

WHACK! Another smack of the palm. You cry out.

"Who told you to reply? Did I say you could speak?"

You hesitate. Is this a trick to get you to speak again, or am I really

looking for your answer?

"N...no, You didn't. Sorry," you say in a whining childish voice. You tense,

in anticipation of another slap on your now very tender ass.

You relax as I say "That's right! I didn't. Thank you for being honest with

me."

You relax as you realize another slap isn't coming.

WHACK! "Ha! Fooled you! You thought you were safe. Oh, you can trust me," I

say, with an evil grin, "most of the time."

I stand up and move around to your front. "Let me check my handiwork," I say,

stroking my beard with a hand, arms semifolded , looking you up and down.

"Let's see, are these ropes secure?" I start tugging at them, jerking your body

around. The ropes dig into your skin, and it's hard to keep your balance as I

tug you this way and that. "You know, my dear, I just LOVE jerking you around.

I love yanking your chain, too. Too bad I forgot to bring it today, ha ha ha."

You let out a little giggle.

"Excuse me, who told you you could laugh?"

You immediately force a frown and say "Sorry".

"That's better. Hmmm... there seems to be something missing." I look you up

and down, a fake look of concern on my face. What... could... it... be, eh? I

could tie your legs together, but why? I doubt you're going to run very far

through the woods with nothing on your feet. Nope, it's not that. Hmmm." Then I

start focusing on your head, glancing at your face and hair, never looking at

one spot very long. Always the actor, I put on an exaggerated 'Eureka!'

expression, and say "Aha! I know what's missing! Can YOU tell me what's

missing?

Your heart starts pounding wildly as you say "You're... you're not going to

put a plastic bag over my head and asphyx me, ... are you?"

"Why yes, my dear. Yes! That's just what I'm going to do!" I'm grinning

wildly, and patting my pockets down, as if trying to find a bag.

A look of concern crosses my face. "Awww, Hell! I forgot a bag!"

You feel your muscles relax a little, and you sigh in relief.

"Oh, wait a minute..." I say, patting the back pocket on my jeans.

You feel your muscles start to tense again, and your heart skips a beat.

The smile returns to my face as I produce a small square of shiny material

from my back pocket. "Here it is," I say triumphantly, "I just knew I had one

around here *somewhere*, hehehe."

I carefully, slowly, tauntingly unfold the bag infront of you. You get a

strange sensation, a mix of fear, anxiety, and anticipation of pleasure. Half

of you wants to run away, the other half craves what is about to happen. The

crinkly sound of the plastic plays like sparks across your mind, electrifying

your whole body. The suspense is nerve-wracking.

I walk slowly towards you, opening the back and using a hand to puff out the

inside. I walk right up to you and press my body against your helpless, tightly

tied torso. Your breasts are pressed firmly against my chest. Already, your

hands are fidgeting, and your arms are straining against the ropes. I reach

behind you and bring the bag up and over the top of your head, but stop just as

it comes down to your eyebrows. The plastic makes it's crinkling noise on your

ears, but it feels like it's inside your head.

"Open your mouth, a little, dear."

You comply, a I gently kiss your lips, which hungrily return the action. Our

tongues starts gently wrestling each other in our mouths. I pull back, a

little.

"You, my dear," I say "are going to love this almost as much as I." I bring

the crystal clear bag down over your face as you take a gulp of fresh air. I

take out a silk kerchief, and wrap it around your neck, securing the bag and

cutting off your air. I lick and kiss you cheek through the plastic, as it

slowly starts to expand and collapse around your head. Your heart's racing, and

all you can hear is it pounding in your ears, along with your labored breaths

and the constant electric crinkle of the plastic.

Out, in, out, in. With each breath, the bag moves a little closer to your

face. Holding you securely with one arm, my free hand starts to play with your

tits. I tug on your nipples as the plastic bag continues to expand and

collapse. Your breathing becomes shallower, faster, more irregular. You try to

hold your breath, instinctively, as if it would help. Now the bag caresses your

face every time you inhale. My busy fingers find their way between your legs,

and start probing your pussy. God! You're so slick and slippery down there!

Your starting to make little noises, now, somewhere between a cry, a moan, a

yelp.

"Remember our safety word!" I say.

"Y...yes," you spurt out, between gasps. "Huh, huh, ooooo, aaah, ohhh."

I continue fingering you clit, You think you are going to explode.

Suddenly you cry out "Stars!".

I quickly loosen the kerchief and pull the opening of the bag outward.

A flood of cool, dry air rushes into the bag, and you take a long, welcome

inhalation. The pain in your lungs subsides, and the spidery fireworks slowly

clear from your eyes. You realize you were experiencing tunnel vision, because

now you notice you can see with your peripheral vision. Your labored breathing

slowly subsides, and you begin to wonder why I haven't fully removed the bag.

"Please take it off," you whine.

"No. No, I don't think so. We're not through, yet."

You whimper in reply. I force you down onto the blanket, onto your back.

You're lying there, helpless, as I'm staring down at you, still with the bag

completely covering your head, but open to the air. I take off my clothes, and

lie down next to you. As I'm pressing my body against yours, you feel my hard,

throbbing cock on your hip. I gently caress your body, massaging your belly,

then your breasts and arms. The sweat inside the bag causes it to stick to your

forehead and cheeks. Air gets in, but only a little at a time. Not enough to

let your aching muscles fully recover.

I start to knead your breasts again, and finger and squeeze your nipples. I

reposition myself so my hungry mouth can lick and suck on them. You feel

ecstatic, You know that a mind-blowing orgasm isn't far away. My mouth works

your breasts ever more fervently, and I start grinding my aching cock against

your side. I move down and in between your legs. my mouth thrust into your

crotch. My lips and tongue busily lap at your steamy quim, and I hear you

starting to moan, louder and louder.

"Oh yes, yes, Baby, make my cum. Ohhhh. Oh, that's so good! Do it. DO IT!"

Your screams of passion inflame me, but I stop. I move up your body, and open

the bag to expose your mouth. My fevered kisses drive us both wild. Then I draw

the bag back down to your neck, and tighten the kerchief again. Poof! The bag

inflates with your exhalation. Then a soft slap against your face as you

inhale. I spread your legs and position myself. My cock is ready to explode as

I suddenly thrust it into you juicy quim. You take an excited breath and the

bag smacks against your face. Then it expands as you exhale. I throbbing dick

is sliding in and out of your pussy. You feel an oncoming orgasm like a

mountain of water pressing against a dam, forcing it to crack. Soon the dam

will give way in a flood of ecstasy. I'm approaching orgasm myself.

Your tunnel vision returns. Anywhere but straight ahead, all you can see are

spidery fireworks. Your lungs feel are going to explode, your making moaning,

whimpering noises as I start a low, grunting growl like some rabid animal. The

pitch and loudness of our vocalizations is rivaling that of cats, now,

You cry out "Stars! Stars!".

I don't hear you, to intent on my orgasm.

"Stars!" you yell, "Stars! Stars!"

I reach up with one hand and violently rip the bag open as we both explode in

earth-shattering orgasm. I fall down beside you, as we're breathing like

champion horses after the race of a lifetime.

"You...(pant)... were....(pant).... very good... (pant)... today, dear," more

panting, "very good, indeed." I give you a peck on the cheek and then lie down

to finish recovering.