Breathplay

You're quite the sight this evening. Perched at the foot of my bed, dolled up in thigh-highs and undergarments to match, with your leash held between your lips. "What is it you want, my little toy?" I asked, which of course was met with a wide-eyed smile as you crawled a few feet closer, a bit cautious to move too near but... eager enough to try. You dropped the leash and nuzzled into my palm, not saying a word as I had commanded silence of you earlier that day. It was quite interesting to see you try and communicate without speaking, while so intimidated by me at the same time.

I grasped the end of your leash and tugged hard, pulling you onto your back with the tension on the collar bringing a delicious throb of pressure across your throat. Your eyes caught mine, and I could feel your heart racing as I slid my free hand across your neck.
"Such a delicate little thing, you are..." I murmured into your ear, my thumb gently easing against your throat. "So easily manipulated, so easy to...hurt"
Your toes are curling already, small gasps of air as your breathing becomes a bit more restricted. I squeeze tighter, and you whimper between shallow breaths. Such a delicious look of panic upon your face....

You still don't look away from me, and I can see it in your eyes as you relinquish yourself to my complete power over you, giving yourself to me as I hold your very essence of life between my fingers.
You begin to clutch at the sheets beneath you, your vision swimming when I release my hold and watch as you gasp and pant, your cheeks flush and your eyes wide as your skin tingles with adrenaline.

I kiss your cheek, brushing my lips across yours, cooing gently.. "Good girl".