Since Kelly was clearly holding all of this in for months, I knew that if I gave up she would still smother me brutally for a long long time. I figured that if I tried to escape, she would punish me by smothering me longer, but I rationalized that either way, it would be such a long time that one isn’t better than the other. I determined that the risk was worth the reward, and decided to try to escape.
Kelly grabbed my other wrist, and leaned the other way to release my arm from her death grip. She didn’t squeeze my wrist as hard this time since I showed no intention to struggle the last arm. At this point I began to buck like crazy. I managed to lift her up a bit and pulled my right arm back close to my chest, so I could use it to bench press her off.
“Oh you son of a bitch” she exclaimed, but she didn’t look pissed off which confused me. She instead seemed happy that she had a challenge, and could punish me later if I failed to escape. Emma quickly reached for my wrists however, and pulled them forcefully up straight by my head. She wasn’t crazy strong or anything, I was just completely focused on getting Kelly off of my neck. Kelly quickly scooted up and squeezed her thighs around my arms, pinning them to my head.
“Whew that was close, thanks for the help Emma! That’s twice I owe you now” my wife smiled as she set her hands on her hips.
“No problem! I wasn’t sure what to do but I’m glad it worked out!” Emma replied as she stood up. She then walked over to where my hands were, and stood on them. Because of all the struggling, we were all starting to sweat. I felt the dampness of her black socks and she stood on my hands, further keeping me pinned.
“Wrong choice babe,” Kelly smiled down at me as she inched forward, until she was hovering above my face. “Any last words?”
“Mphhhh!” I tried to apologize but she immediately sat her full weight down. This was by far her favorite smothering position when I wasn’t bound. She had told me before that it was the most effective way to cut off my air.
“Oops! Sorry I didn’t catch that” she mocked. She tightened her grip with her thighs around my head, further squeezing my arms. By this point, I could barely hear anything due to my arms blocking my own ears. I became aware of her talking quietly to Emma, but I couldn’t make out any words. Speaking of Emma, why was she helping my wife? What could she possibly have to gain from this? My lungs started to burn at this point, and I began struggling, which was received by Kelly’s giggling. The way she giggled was so cute but also terrifying, depending on the situation. I was terrified. I felt her butt muscles tighten as she prepared to lift herself up to let me breathe, which I was so desperate for. I felt her muscles relax again however.
“Haha, you thought!” she said from above me. That I could hear. Finally she raised herself up about a centimeter, but only for a second.
“Take a niceeee deep whiff,” she said before resealing my nose and mouth.
Thankfully, she didn’t smell at all. She must’ve been pretending to do yoga because she smelled completely clean, which was a small victory, but that’s all I could ask for. I knew that overtime though, she would only get more and more sweaty, which did not bode well for me. She pushed me to the point where I thought my lungs would explode, then let me inhale her scent about another 15 times before I felt Emma’s feet move off my hands. I guess at this point, Kelly figured that the exhaustion from asphyxiation would make me weak enough for her to keep me pinned on her own.
“Okay listen up now slave” Kelly said loud enough so I could hear. “This is what’s gonna happen”
“Slave?” I thought. She only ever called me that when she was feeling extra cruel. I should’ve known already, but this just confirmed it. I was in for a very very long day.
Chapter 3: Bondage Begins
“Kelly, sorry I couldn’t find them. I promise I looked everywhere!” Emma said as she walked back into the “yoga” room.
“Ohhh, I forgot we must’ve hidden them for when we had that work dinner party last quarter,” Kelly replied, still completely smothering me. “See how long it’s been since you let me tie you up?” By this point it had been at least 45 minutes and I was feeling pretty dizzy and was pretty much not resisting at all. It took all my energy to force air out my lungs and inhale as much as I could in just one second. The worst part is I know she was doing this intentionally. During previous times when she had me helpless with my face exposed, she would test out different ways to smother me and would time it to see what made me want to give up faster. I was always in the mood during these tests however, and would help her by holding out as long as possible. Looking back now, I definitely regret it.
“Here, switch places with me and I’ll go get them,” Kelly offered.
“Uhh, I don’t really feel comfortable doing that to your husband,” Emma hesitated. “I also don’t really know how to keep him there. What if he escapes?”
“He’s so tired, it’ll be easy!” Kelly promised. “Plus, he’s not going to try anything again, because he doesn’t want to double his punishment, right?” She taunted as she sat back to look me in the eyes.
I was too tired to even respond, so she responded for me by shifting her hips so that my head was forced to shake with them.
“See? He’s not going to try to escape again”
“Ummmm, okay” Emma said. “Just tell me what to do”
“Okay, sit behind me, and as I move up his body, follow me until you replace my position,” Kelly instructed.
Kelly began sliding up, which freed my mouth and nose from her crotch; however, it was quickly replaced with Emma’s crotch pushed against my chin.
“I don’t really feel comfortable smothering him like you did,” Emma thankfully said, which gave me hope.
“Well you need to keep him from talking and keep him weak,” Kelly thought out loud. “Grab his wrists and pin them down.” Kelly suggested. Emma leaned over, pinning my already immobilized hands to the mat.
The steady flow of oxygen was relieving, and I started to feel my strength return. I don’t know how, but Kelly somehow saw it in my eyes, because she quickly decided to change my position.
“Emma, turn him onto his stomach,” Kelly ordered. I still wasn’t sure why Emma was here, since she didn’t really know what she was doing and it seemed like she had never done anything kinky like this before. I knew Emma as one of my wife’s coworkers, but had only met her a handful of times, one of them being that dinner party months ago.
“And you,” Kelly glared down at me. “Don’t try to escape or I swear you’ll regret it.”
Emma and Kelly began to slowly rotate my body, with Emma hovering over my upper body, ready to apply pressure at any point. I decided that in my weakened state, and previous failure, it wasn’t worth it. I was also hoping that if I cooperated, Kelly wouldn’t get the resistance and struggling from me which I know she secretly wanted. I turned over to my stomach, hand still above my head, thanks to Kelly holding my wrists above me.
“Okay, now sit your butt on his lower back, and slide your legs up next to his head” Kelly instructed.
Emma did so, and once her feet were next to my head Kelly pulled my arms behind me, over Emma’s knees so that I was in a classic Lotus hold.
“Fuck, my back,” I winced as my head and chest were forced off the ground.
“Okay, now slide your feet directly in front of his face like you’re sitting cross-legged” Kelly ignored me.
Emma did as ordered, and soon her soles were pointing towards me.
“Now listen up slave,” my wife said. “If you say a word, Emma here is gonna cup your face with her feet to shut you up, do you understand? Not. A. Word.”
I nodded my head from its hanging position, which felt super awkward.
“Good boy,” my wife teased as she stood up to leave.
“Be quick please!” Emma called after her.
“Hey Emma, look I don’t know why you’re helping her, but please let me go,” I whispered.
“You’re not supposed to talk idiot,” Emma said, but she didn’t adjust her position, so I decided to keep talking.
“Please, I’ll pay you to stop. How much do you want? I really am not in the mood for this right now. My shoulders and back are already killing me and youmpmphhh!” I begged before being cut off.
Emma shoved her socked feet together, and then pushed my head down into them so that her soles were cupping my nose. She definitely was working out or just had naturally smelly feet, because they were bad. They weren’t crazy nasty, but the smell was definitely unpleasant, and the air around my nose was already very humid.
“Brummh ymhh fmphh ammhh mmphemhphyy” I tried to complain. I could sort of speak through the arches of her feet but obviously they weren’t very intelligible.
“Kelly said you’re not allowed to talk,” Emma said. “Keep trying though, I like the way your mouth tickles my feet”
I immediately stopped trying to talk, but Emma didn’t seem to care.
“Found them!” I heard Kelly say as her footsteps entered the room.
Something cold wrapped around my right wrist, before I heard the all too familiar “Click!” of the handcuffs.
“Okay, let his arms down, and sit higher up on his back,” my wife told Emma.
Emma slid her legs out from under my arms, and her feet finally left my face. I took a deep breath of fresh air after, but unfortunately my arms were completely numb so they just fell onto the floor. She helped guide my arms down behind my back, and then sat on them, holding them in place. I felt the other cuff wrap around my left wrist, and then the “Click” locking them in place.
“Okay, just keep sitting there while I finish up” Kelly told Emma.
“Do you need help with anything?” Emma offered
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