"I control your breathing." He whispered in my ear as He pinched my nostrils shut.
Spluttering with a rush of panic, i fought to breathe through the ball gag.
Standing on a stool at the foot of a four poster bed, my stretched arms were bound with short lengths of rope to the bed posts. my lead, attached to my collar, tied an even shorter length to the top of the bed. Added to the mix, i was ball gagged and blindfolded.
i didn’t have any choice...
His hands moved across my body and under my arms. i’m very sensitive and ticklish there, so i squirmed trying to move away but there was no escape. He ignored my squealing through my gag and panting to continue His torment.
"Stop moving or you WILL hang yourself."
i gauged with my feet where the edge of the stool was to realise there was a gap between it and the bed. If i were to move any further forward, i would indeed be hanging by my lead.
"I think this is what they call 'edge play'."
i'm sure i could hear a smile in His voice as He spoke.