Behind the bedroom door/breath play

Oh blimey im so behind in getting unfinished posts published, only another 87 unpublished posts left in draft folder to sort out (some go back a year or more!)

I suppose with the free time i have now i should get around to sorting them out......but im also terrible for procrastinating, but im going to try, really does need a sort out.

Sitting astride Master on the bed, lowering myself onto his cock, instinctively i start to move, and he tells me to stop, i know why, i have seen whats on the bedside table, and my eyes light up with anticipation.

He takes a needle from the box, draws it across both my tits, teasing, leaving faint scratches, i start moving, "no, keep still" and its so difficult, grabbing my tit he pushes it in, and another one, dont want to leave a tit out!  a few more dotted around then he grabs my waist, dictating the movement, i attempt to take control, to move faster, so close to cumming and he stops me.

Another 2 needles from the box, i know where these are going, he pinches my nipples, twisting them until im wincing,, "move slowly" and as i do, he pushes one needle through a nipple, such a sharp delicious sensation, "please let me cum" i just dont think i can hold off much longer..."one more" and the other nipple is pierced, let loose, i move at my own pace, the blood trickling down just adds to it and an orgasm rips through me.

I love to be hooded, i know i have mentioned before that my favourite hood is a rubber one, with only two thin nasal tubes to breath in and out from.

Master at bedtime had said i could choose something, anything at all, and i choose this hood.

He pulls the hood over my head, and leads me to the bed, i love that i can feel him, but i cant see, hearing isnt good and my speech is muffled, but mostly its because these senses are removed other than touching and being able to feel him,  it makes the touching much more hmm 'alive' because its the primary focus from my viewpoint.

Lying on my back, slightly elevated by pillows, he is above me, i feel his hands toying with my breasts. his mouth biting my skin, slowly he enters me, and my breathing is heavy, its easy to panic when in this hood, and i have had little panics before.  Suddenly i cant breathe, Master has grasped the nasal tubes so i have no air supply, i start to struggle, my hands moving to his hands, trying to get them to release the tubes, when he does release my breathing is erratic, trying to steady it again.

As he fucks me, he continues this pattern, it seems for such a long time, but in reality not as long as it was at the time, sometimes im sure im going to black out, the sensations of whats going on, oxygen being restricted whilst being sexually stimulated, well bloody hell does it make for more intense orgasms, it can be addictive.

Its scary and exciting all wrapped together, the natural instinct is to fight, desperate to breathe, i scratch at him, legs kicking, but with his weight above me its futile, apart from the orgasms which are just breathtaking (no pun intended) the thrill for me is literally putting my life in his hands.

*Yes this type of play (play probably not the most apt word to use) has risks, serious risks, its not something to be taken lightly, we tend to subscribe to the theory of RACK rather than SSC*

He pulls the hood off of me after a couple of orgasms, and im in a place, a good place, a floaty place, and he continues to fuck me, my hands gripping him, legs wrapped around him, until he cums, im there, but im not there.

Umm we do also have normal sex, you know without the kink, generally in the mornings!

*RACK: risk aware consensual kink

*SSC: safe, sane and consensual

The way i differentiate between the 2 is that there are some activities within bdsm that many would not consider safe, and perhaps some not even sane!  mostly i would say those that fit within the label of edgeplay.