1. New Life


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    to clear my vision and it did clear to a large extent. Mistress picked up the mask and loosened all the straps. She placed it against my face. It completely covered my face and extended about halfway back over my head on top, to just in front of my ears on the side and under my chin. She pulled the straps over my head to the back and began tightening them. They pulled the mask tight against my face and I could feel the wide rubber flanges sealing all around. The respirator didn't to seem to be operating yet because no air was being f***ed into the mask but I could breathe normally. I could see easily through the glass eye pieces in front of each eye. The smell of the rubber was slightly stimulating. She took the cervical collar and opened the Velcro on one side and slipped it around my neck and under my chin. She pulled the connection at the side together and fastened the Velcro. It fit snuggly and held my head rigid with me unable to tilt or twist it. Mistress and Helen left me to my thoughts and went into the bathroom. I assumed they were going to prepare my injection and I had plenty of thoughts as I waited for them to return. I would have been glad to wait for a long time but it seemed like only seconds before they returned and Mistress was carrying a hypodermic. She laid it on the cart that was still parked in front of me and I could hear her telling Helen she wanted to check the respirator before starting. She adjusted a few of the knobs and then flicked a toggle ...
    switch on the front up. Immediately air flooded the mask and f***ed it's way into my lungs. It seemed like it would explode them but then the flow stopped and the air was sucked from them. I thought all the air was exhausted from me but the respirator continued to draw air from me until it seemed to be collapsing my ribs. Then the air started flowing in again and the sequence repeated over and over. I tried to fight it but I was helpless to overcome the demands of the machine. Mistress adjusted some of the knobs again and the flow seemed to be a little less demanding, especially as it sucked the air out. Either that or I got more used to it. I quit fighting and just let it breathe for me and then Mistress turned it off. I almost forgot to breathe for a few seconds. Mistress picked up the syringe and stepped around behind me. My pulse rate must have been over 100 as I waited for the sting on the needle. I felt the coldness of an alcohol wipe and then the sting of the needle. I held my breath waiting for the affects. Nothing happened. Mistress came back around in front and laid the syringe back down on the cart. I could see it was now empty. Nothing seemed to be happening and then I realized I wasn't blinking. I tried to close my eyelids but they wouldn't move. Mistress had stepped over beside Helen and I tried to look over at her. I couldn't move my eyes. About that time I realized my tongue wouldn't move either. I started to panic and wanted her to turn on the respirator but ...