Breathe With Me: The Joys of Erotic Breath Play

Breathe with Me

His hand is around my throat. I am pinned to the wall, standing before him. Naked. If I move, his grip will tighten. He is in control of my body, of me, of my breath. I stand there, shivering in anticipation, fear and desire. We look at each other. I take a step towards him, and his fingers push harder into the sides of my throat, his palm pressuring my skin. I try to breathe but I only get small amounts of air into my lungs. I try to wiggle my way out of his grip. His other hand pushes my legs apart and and three fingers enter me.

I am wet, I am needy, I am his. His grip tightens even more and I can’t breathe anymore. I panic. I try to fight him, I try to kick him. But the wave of pleasure coming from in between my legs tames me. I can’t breathe. And I let go.

I feel dizzy, almost floating. I give up the control over my breathing to him. In this moment, he holds my life in his hands. I float. I can’t breathe. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of almost fainting. His fingers moving in and out of me. I can feel it building up, the relief is getting closer. I open my eyes, both in panic and pleasure, His eyes are still fixated on me. I feel my whole body spasming, my cunt clenching around his fingers, my wetness running down my thighs. He lets go of my throat and I gasp for air. He decided when it was time for me to breathe. He made the right decision. He looks at me, amused and concerned. I breathe. Deep. For him. Because he is who I belong to.

Choking

Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict insane.

This was one of the first times I experienced consensual erotic breath play. I had known that I am into breath play way before that though. More often than not, I had enjoyed holding my breath when masturbating. I enjoyed the extra-kick I got out of it, the urgency of needing to come even pressing harder. My mind focused differently. Holding my breath enhanced the pleasure I was experiencing. I never engaged in auto erotic asphyxiation with rope though. I think even when first introducing that kind of kink to my self-pleasuring moments, I knew where my limits were, and what was safe and what wasn’t. Holding my breath was as far as I went, but I fantasized engaging in that sort of kink with someone else. And lucky me, I did some fifteen to twenty years years later. Good things apparently come to those who wait!

The feeling of someone’s hand around my throat, turns me on. I love being choked. Apart from the enhanced feeling of pleasure I get from the lack of air, there is also a control element to it. It feels like my life is in someone else’s hands. There is something very enthralling about that. They decide when I am allowed to take a breath, they decide if I am allowed to breathe at all. It is, and I really need to mention that, all about consent and safety here. There needs to be a sort of non-verbal safeword, and you should only play with someone who you know is safe and careful. My partner knows me, knows how I react and is constantly observing me. He knows when to stop. He knows when to push.

Breathe with Me

I am on my back. My wrists and ankles are cuffed and I can’t move. He has been torturing me, and I am floating in subspace. I feel the pain he has inflicted but I only sense pleasure in it. He is inside me, enjoying the control he has over me, the sadistic grin on his face getting bigger when he pulls my nipples with the nails of his fingers and I wince. I am enjoying being controlled, not being able to move. I love the feeling of him inside me, the closest two people can ever get to each other.

I see him raising his one hand and I finch because I expect him to slap one of my boobs. But the hand is getting closer to my face instead. I can smell myself on his fingers. His hand is now covering my mouth and my nose. No air is getting into my lungs. I wiggle but I can’t move. My wrists and ankles are cuffed. His weight is on top of me, even his cock is keeping me in place.

I panic. I open my eyes and stare at him. Scared yet so turned on. He fucks me, harder and faster. I feel dizzy, floating in subspace. I am his, to control. My breath is his to play with. I come so hard, I can feel myself squirting over his cock, over myself. My body twitches and spasms within the small space of movement it is allowed to exist in. He removes his hand and I gasp for air. I close my eyes and smile.

Covering my Mouth and Nose

Come play my game.
Inhale inhale you’re the victim.

Come play my game.
Exhale exhale exhale.

There are many different ways to engage in erotic breath play. I don’t like the idea of having anything tied around my neck and throat, or to wear a gasmask. But I do love when a hand is covering my mouth and my nose. It is a different feeling than being choked, which seems constricting. A hand on my face feels almost like a blanket covering me. There is weight to it instead of strength. It is calmer and somewhat more intimate. It is also scary but part of erotic breath play is about fear for me. Although I know that the person I am playing with is safe, the instinctive panic still kicks in when you suddenly can’t breathe.

I like erotic breath play for many reasons: it is about being controlled, about giving up my power to someone I trust, it is about fear and it is about the physical sensations it evokes. I know it is considered edge play by many because there are risks to it. That is why it is important to know your limits, to use safewords and only play with someone who you can trust.

Lyrics are from “Breathe” by The Prodigy.