1. New Life


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

    cock responding to what I was experiencing. It was hard and erect. My mind was exploring the sensations of life in the Iron Lung when I became aware of a new sensation. Something was tugging at my breasts. Each time as pressure began to drop in the tank and air was sucked into my lungs my breasts were being sucked into the forms Mistress had strapped over them. A vacuum was apparently being applied to the forms. It was a pleasant feeling and a welcome addition to all the other sensations I was experiencing. Suddenly I felt something touch my hip. I would have jumped if I had been able to move. I felt the coldness of an alcohol wipe and the prick of a needle entering my flesh. I felt the pressure as whatever substance was injected into me. The needle was removed and I heard the click as the ports in the side of the tank that had given access to me were closed. Mistress came around to where I could see her in the mirror and said, &#034I gave you some more Curare to make sure your paralysis remains complete. It's time for you to go to sl**p now. Sweet dreams Teresa.&#034 Her fingers hovered over my eyes and gently brushed my eyelids down, closing them. I tried to open them again but was unable to budge them. I heard the click of their heels as Mistress and Helen crossed the room and I heard the door click shut as they closed it behind them. I am alone, paralyzed and unable to even breathe. I am more totally and severely paralyzed than any polio or spinal cord injury victim. I am ...
    totally dependent on the Iron Lung I lie strapped within. If it stops I will die. It must have an alarm on it. Can Mistress here it if the alarm goes off? What if the power fails? What is wrong with me? I have dreamed about being in this position all my life and now all I can do is worry. Stop worrying and savor the feelings. I'm getting used to the collar moving against my neck and it's not so irritating, it's actually reassuring. It tells me the pressure is rising and falling inside my Iron Lung as it should. &#034My Iron Lung&#034, I love the sound of that. A dream I was sure would never come true. The suction on my breasts is heavenly. It's like they are being massaged. They feel so much more sensitive than they ever have before. The way the suction starts just as I start taking in each breath is perfect. It's like the very act of breathing is making my breasts grow. A f***e beyond my control is pulling the air into my lungs and pulling the breasts buried in my chest out and into the beautiful breasts I have always dreamed of having. With each breath they seem to grow a little larger. They slide so smoothly into the chambers surrounding them. I really do believe they are growing more with each breath. I can feel them starting to touch the walls of the chambers. They are just touching lightly in a few places but I can feel the coolness of the plastic against my skin. Each breath is exquisite. My very existence is so unique. The feelings of what is being done to my body is ...
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