no title, never writing something like this again by warlady21

I got hung up on descriptions in this one. I couldn’t figure out how the characters should look, so I just said the Hell with it. Everyone, imagine what the characters look like on your own time. Anyways, I heard about how people are getting off on hanging, choking, and suffocating themselves, I think it was called asphyxiation. So I’m writing a story about it. I do not condone it. I could never condone it. I like reading about the sexy versions of it, but that’s it. This is not a snuff thing either. I’m going to point that out again later in the story. Oh and I posted another story called “Wish” just before this one if you’re interested. ~~~

“you suck. You seriously suck.” Said Gwen, the 18 year old senior of Trans Adams High school.

Marsha, a 19 year old graduate from the same school, smirked at her partner. “Hey, that’s how the game is played. You have to do it.

Marsha loved to do kinky games. The more dangerous, the better. And she suckers Gwen into doing most of the dangerous stuff. This time, after losing to a game of Street fighter (Marsha was Giles, Gwen was Chun lee), Gwen had to do the most dangerous stunt yet.

“The bet was simple, you do one thing for me. Unless it’s murder, you can’t back out.” Marsha smirked.

“You’re going to kill me!” Gwen snapped.

“I am not!” Marsha said. “Seriously, the idea of making you that helpless and me having control over your very life is really exciting and is making me wet, but I would get into serious trouble if I just up and kill you! Besides, your mom knew you were coming over, and you did talk to her asking if you could spend the night here. So if I did kill you, she would figure out that I did it.”

“I still don’t-”

“I won’t kill you.” Marsha said. “Trust me.” Gwen still shook her head. “Alright, how about this? Forget the bet. If you let me do this, I’ll let you publicly humiliate me. Anyway you want. Everyone knows we’re lovers anyways, and you can get away with just about anything. Come on…”

“Fine.” Gwen grumbled. “Alright, how do we do this?”

“I put a plastic bag over your head.” Marsha said. “I get a collar, and tighten it a little. I’ll make sure you do some breathing exercises so you can get yourself calm. Like what you do before you go swimming in case you’re pulled under. Then you just let me know you’re ready. How long can you hold your breath again?”

“8 minutes.”

“I’ll do it for 7 minutes or until you pass out.” Marsha said. “I will not kill you.”

“Alright.” Gwen said.

“But I have to tie you up.”

“WHAT?! WHY?!”

“So you can’t get out easily.” Marsha said. “Can’t have you quitting at the start. You could hurt yourself, or me. And don’t‘ shake your head. Alright, I‘ll wear the clit ring, and you can pull me around on a leash around the house like last time.”

“Fine.” Gwen grumbled. Ten minutes later, Gwen was found tied to her friends chair. Her arms were tied down to the armrests, and her legs tied to the legs of the chair. Gwen grumbled when she was put in hello Kitty panties to hold the vibrator that was now in her pussy.

“Want to see you enjoy this too.” Was Marsha’s excuse. “I’ll turn it on after I secure the collar.”

“You won’t let me die will you?” Gwen asked, really nervous now.

“Of course not. The plastic bag is easy enough to tear through, and the collar would be only on tight enough to keep out air, but not enough to choke you.” Marsha kissed Gwen’s fore head. “I will start an egg timer. As soon as it dings, I will let you go. Just concentrate on your breathing as I get the bag.”

Gwen did her breathing exercise as Marsha left the room. She tried to calm herself down. She got a little turned on at the idea she was having to get back at Marsha for this.

Marsha came back in with a small clear plastic bag and a leather collar. It was small enough to fit around Gwen’s head and down to her neck.

Marsha said words of encouragement as she put the bag over Gwen’s head and put on the collar. Gwen tried not to breathe too hard, attempting to make the air inside last as long as she could, but when Marsha tighten the collar, panic struck her and she breathed in too deep.

Marsha turned on the egg timer and the vibrator.

Gwen started to shake when the vibrator came on, pleasure fighting with the fear she was having as it became almost impossible to breathe. Before she could really worry, an orgasm hit her hard. It shocked her. And Marsha who had just sat down with a toy of her own.

“Well!” Marsha went. “I guess it’s true! Peril adds to the excitement!”

Gwen felt her lungs tighten up as Marsha started to pump herself with her dildo. Gwen started to struggle, wanting out. Wanting to breathe. But another orgasm came out of no where and made her stop. Her mind went to the vibrator, the combination of lust and fear sent waves of passion throughout her person. Her struggles became less and less as the need for an orgasm and air began to grow.

Marsha was pumping like mad watching her, soaking the floor. It was so damn exciting! Her body trembled and she came so much, the 7 minutes flew by. She didn’t even hear the ding of the egg timer. She stopped when her arm cramped and Gwen was barely moving.

Marsha stopped what she was doing and tore the bag right off of her lovers head. Gwen gasped for air, and trembled. Marsha realized that Gwen was like that for 11 minutes. She nearly killed her!

“Gwen! I’m so sorry! Marsha cried as she got the collar off. She started to untie her. “I lost track of time! I’ll make it up to you! I swear!”

“You Gasp FucGaspking will! Wheeze!

The next day, everyone at the mall watched as Gwen, fully clothed, was walking with Marsha. The only thing she was wearing was a gag over her mouth, with piercing on her nipples and clit and was being pulled by a chain that branched off into three chains for each ring.

No one stopped them. After all, it wasn’t the first time they saw it. But Marsha still felt embarrassed.

“You know how you can make it up to me for nearly killing me?” Gwen hissed at Marsha. “I’m getting a clit shield for your cunt. And I’m holding the fucking Key. And I’m going to make sure they use enough arousal gel before locking you up that no amount of dildo fucking will save you. And you’ll stay like that until I feel like you owed me.”

Marsha whimpered, but was seriously turned on. Well they did make a deal after all.

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oh and this is a clit shield in case anyone is wondering:

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there is supposed to be a rumor that an orgasm is stronger when there is no air. Or it’s the thrill of nearly dying that does it too. either way, I wrote this to see how I feel about it, and now I feel like i’m part of a huge problem.

And yeah, I heard of those things before. my friend Jamie is into strange shit like that, and I got the idea from her.