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The Breathplay Meme

Take my Breath Away - A Smut Meme

Erotic asphyxiation, also known by the simpler moniker of breathplay, is the act of achieving sexual arousal through the deprivation of oxygen to the brain. Some people find the act of being deprived oxygen for long periods of time extremely pleasurable, be it for the pleasing chemical reaction in the brain, or for the feeling of dominance inevitably involved in such an act. Whatever your reasons, this meme is for you!

The Rules:

- Post with your character, fandom, and preference in the subject line.
- Use the body of your post to clarify whether your character would be giving or receiving the punishment, what scenarios you prefer, and how exactly you'd like the thread to go down. IMPORTANT: While the purpose of this meme is sexual and not intended for death or murder scenarios, that IS a possibility and those who want to play that out here are welcome to do so. PLEASE ensure you state whether you want this or not.
- Reply to others you see by rolling or picking a method below
- Have fun!

Scenarios:

(1) Smother - The act of covering the nose and mouth, making taking in breath next to impossible. Will you use your hands? Your feet? Your breasts? Or will you just sit on their face? Whatever you do, hold on. Your victim is sure to start thrashing about.

(2) Manual Strangulation - The act of compressing ones throat using the hands, arms, or other extremity. It isn't always fatal, and can be used to knock someone unconscious or to just leave them panting if you let go soon enough. Either wrap your hands around your victim's throat or lock them in a tight chokehold. Either way, they're sure to be positively breathless.

(3) Hanging - The most extreme and dangerous from of breathplay. Your victim is suspended in the air with a cord tied securely around their neck. Do you plan on releasing them before it's too late? Or is this an old fashioned execution?

(4) Ligature Strangulation - Hanging without the suspension. Take a cord like a rope or silk ribbon and go to town on your victim like a mafia hitman. Which you're not... right?

(5) BDSM - Your pet looks so cute all gagged like that, being forced to breath through their nose. It would be so easy just to block that airway. They're powerless to stop you after all, and they'd likely be willing to do anything for you if you stop.

(6) Deep Throat - A little unconventional, but still plausible. Your victim is enjoying sucking on your cock/strap-on in an act of sexual pleasure. Though what would happen if you pushed a little bit deeper? Perhaps deeper than your victim believes they can handle?

(7) Wild Card - Pick your favorite! Your favorite not listed? Feel free to come up with your own method!

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[He definitely chuckled when she said that. 'Art,' here was quite a debatable thing, given that it involved someone with their life on the line and the cut of a rope being the thing that separated one from an untimely demise. He always found the dancers intriguing in their own way, given the risks that they took, and was as curious as anything what it was that brought her to this.

So many reasons... He motioned towards a table where a pair of drinks were poured and settled himself in a table.]

Tell me, my little boisterous artiste, what do you get out of this fascinating experience that makes you come back to it? I can still see the hints of rope burns on that precious neck of yours, and it has me curious... of that and other things.

[ She followed, hips swaying. Aika wasn't nude at this point, but she was close enough to it to get a very good idea of what every inch of her body looked like. Six pack abs and strong thighs, perky tits, and a solid ass she made a point of showing off. ]

Money isn't enough?

[ Of course it wasn't, and she laughed. ]

It's exciting.

[Oh that ass would look lovely as those perfectly athletic legs swung in the breeze, wouldn't it? He smiled at her knowingly when she suggested money and just shook his head.]

Once, maybe twice... unless you're that adorably noble sort sending all the money for risking your life to poor orphans in another town. [He leaned forward, smirking.] But no, I'm far more curious about the excitement.

What is it that gets the blood rushing to your loins? Is it the thought you might die, or is it the heady rush of the air denied you. The way that your lungs burn inside your chest, threatening to explode at any moment? [His smile widened.] Always the lone dancer so far, their eyes on you, their hands beneath the table, secretly hoping it might be your last dance? Others wanting to see you go again and again?

[ Aika's kinda banking on it - she has this creeping feeling she'll be at this until she dies. At least her legs are incredibly sexy. ]

Ah, I do donate but... not enough to need all this, really. And it'd dry up if I die anyways.

[ She crossed her arms, cocking her head. ]

I think it's... a lot of that. I like the attention. The risk of dying, though...

[ Aika flushed. ]

It gets me wet to think about it, and that people might... enjoy it.

[His smile drew up almost like a viper's. He was drinking it all in as she said it, his voice almost a purr. Oh, it was so lovely when someone was honest with their urges. Oh yes, she was very different from the ones here for money.]

Tell me. The first time, it was more for the money, but when the air flooded back into your lungs, the heat to your flushed cheeks and the the lights fading into view again, did it all change for you? You got to see them, enjoying every minute... curious if they'd cut you down.

Tell me, have you ever danced with a partner?

I had no idea I'd love it so much. Nearly came before they cut me down, in fact.

[ Admitting it is embarrassing, sure, but she's here - there's not much she can lie about now. ]

I've been up there with some of the other dancers before.

I have little doubt.

[Just about as he'd expected it to be. An urge that wasn't imagined until it was too late. His mirth was apparent when he spoke, eyes locking on her with a knowing hint of an intense gaze.][He showed a little teeth as he smirked.] After all, if you'd almost blacked out and some gentleman was plowing you in that moment, 'nearly' would have been definite.

[ Aika's had her time to enjoy it - and make a little money off of it and enjoy that too. She knows she's pushing it too far now, sticking around any longer, but maybe she wants to die like this.

Aika grins. ]

You make it sound like that's exactly what you want to see happen.

[He laughed darkly, a gloved hand reaching out to cup the palm under her chin, gently tipping back so that he could see just how fresh any of the recent marks had been. He did love souls who liked to push their luck for the sake of the thrills. Doing it for the money was easy to understand, but painfully banal. For the thrill of living life at the edge, though, that he could relish. Those sorts were much more fun to play with.]

Perhaps I had an image of you, mounted atop a good, firm cock. The rope tightened enough to make you short of breath, fighting for your life. The only thing keeping you from choking being his hips as he claimed you.

Make a little game of it... play your own hangman's game as you choke? [He chuckled again.] And if you lose...

[The fingers gently but firmly slid from chin towards throat to apply just a fraction of pressure there.]

[ Aika didn't swat his hand away; she grinned, letting him observe the relatively fresh marks of her nearly-lethal trade. She was pretty busy. ]

Two of my favorite things then.

[ A wink. ]

Never been fucked while hanging though, and if I have to put my life on the line to do it...

[ Her smile just widened when he put a little pressure on her throat. ]

[The gap between thumb and forefinger rested above her voice box, applying enough pressure to be felt, tilting at her head while he spoke. Not nearly a noose, but meant to give her that sensation, right over the markings now covered by his glove.]

The question being how well you could think your way through it with the light starting to fade, fighting with your brain. I dare say a man of considerable stature like myself would be good for this sort of game. Tall enough that you'd know if I let you off my hips, you'd swing.

And if you lost the game, I wouldn't cut you down. Would your adoring fans pleasure themselves, hoping you won... or lost, I wonder?

[ Put a little pressure on her voice too - there would be a little strain in her voice when she spoke, but Aika was content to listen to Reaver describe her situation. Getting railed by a guy like him with a noose tight around her neck, in a position to just... hang. For good. ]

I wouldn't be able to do a thing about it if you let go...

[ Would she want to? Her heart was pounding, and he'd be able to feel it. ]

Some of them... definitely want to see me die... and if I win, do I get anything other than the chance to live a little longer?

I'm almost curious if you've ever shared drinks with those sorts who crave to see your last breaths. But now, that does only seem fair doesn't it? [A gentle squeeze, enough to cut off a response for a second, barely letting her breathe.] Here you are risking your life, for the thrill of it. You would deserve some sort of reward if you won. So... tell me, money or a thrill?

I know I can offer one of either of those. What good is a man of means, if he cannot produce a few interesting toys or some cash? [He relaxed the grip, letting her breathe freely again and reply.] Tell me, what's worth betting your life?

[ It's not nearly as tight as the noose she's gotten used to - she nodded slightly. There were probably people here she liked and got along with who wanted to see her expire up there, who, if you gave them a chance, would probably pay a lot to have her corpse. ]

What, can't give me both? I think I'd prefer the thrill... but if I'm asking too much you could always just let go.

A little bit of greed can go a long way. Tell me, little dancer for hire, what is your deepest, darkest fantasy other than swinging in the breeze for these demented, depraved fellows? Win, and I could make it come true and... let us say enough to cover a season of your dancing to boot?

[He had a good idea what they made around here. It was chumpchange to him, and the money wasn't nearly as much fun as offering her the thrill as icing on the cake. His thumb tilted at her chin, causing her to get a view of one of the nooses being set up, her name on the blackboard and a crude hangman's game drawn there. There was a trap-door there, underneath the noose, the one they had to make absolutely sure when it was someone's time.]

But if I win... your body is mine to sell or keep, as I please. I believe I might just order them to leave you on display for at least a week. For ... entertainment. I know a few preservative ointments, not that you'd be able to appreciate the artistry anymore of course.

My deepest darkest fantasy... I might just keep it a secret until I win.

[ Leaning forward, Aika winked. Actually she'd have to think about what she really wanted out of him - there was just so much she wanted to try! Aika watched as they set up the game that might just kill her, considering his plans. Keep her body, and have fun with it or put it up for display... sell it for meat if he wanted to. ]

I can appreciate that you think I'm worth the effort, though. Take good care of me if I lose and I'll be a little less afraid, I think.

You needn't worry about that. I do ever so enjoy relishing a prize properly. It wouldn't do for such a beautiful specimen to go to waste. And yes, I think we can call your prize a 'favor to be named.'

[He winked right back, getting slowly up and drawing his hand down to offer it to her with another bow. It certainly seemed as if she was agreeing to play along after all. While he did so, he had another look at her body, imagining it twisting in the wind, the feel of her on him. She was light and small enough that she would feel deliciously tight, wouldn't she?]

Ah, but you must promise not to take a dive. No suicide. Give it your all, so that none of us knows whether you live or die... until it is too late.

Excellent.

[ Aika was actually surprisingly vain - her body was not to be wasted as gorgeous as it was. She might be a little too tanned, too calloused, a little too muscular for some peoples' traditional beauty standards, but she sure didn't care either.

Aika took his hand, rising. ]

Oh, of course not. I might be interested in dying, but I like living a lot, you know?

[He laughed as he began to undo the clasps on his coat while they walked towards the noose, one step at a time. It was all quite a casual thing, and as the steps began rising up towards the platform, there was the sound of chairs scooting and shifting. A few stragglers were coming in from outside, clearly having been called to watch. It was, after all, showtime and this one was a little bit different from the others.

The floorboards creaked loudly with each step up. He looked over towards the attendant and held up five fingers. Five dashes were written down underneath the drawn gallows, just enough space for her stick figure to hang above. They were almost to the trapdoor when he leaned in and whispered in her ear softly, free hand going to her waist, drawing upwards over the navel.]

I never did catch your name. You may call me Reaver... while you have the breath to do so.

[ Aika slipped out of what clothing she had as well as they ascended. Honestly she wasn't very good at this game - depending on the word chosen, he could make her fate almost inevitable, or he could make it fairly easy on her.

Of course, it was Aika, and people would want to see what might be her last performance. At least that made her feel good about herself; everyone wanted to be there for her! ]

Aika. It's my real name, so I can't exactly avoid any scandals over being here.

And Reaver is as much my true name as any. But why fear the possibilities of a little scandal when if it comes, you won't be there to be mortified, eh?

[He kicked off his boots, letting his pants fall to the ground and pressing himself up and behind her. The pressure of his cock rubbed against the middle of her back, reminding her of the considerable size difference with a man this tall. He was already quite hard, and for a man his height definitely proportionate. It was a good warning that, even if she lived through this, she would have trouble walking for a healthy week.

The placard was moved up so that the backside was visible for her, with the same drawing there. Affectionately, as he rubbed himself against her naked body, he reached up and took hold of the noose. It slid down, over her head and very carefully pulled tight right under her chin. No crushing the larynx in the process. Just a little snug.]

I think I want you to watch them pleasure themselves, their eyes widening as the letters tick by. Go on, Aika, give them your first guess before I hoist you up.

Who knew I'd find an upside to being an orphan.

[ As long as she didn't have to explain it if there was some kind of afterlife. Aika was not particularly spiritual or religious, so if her entire existence just blinked out the moment she died she wouldn't be terribly surprised.

Also, she couldn't be surprised in that case.

Reaver was big in quite a few ways, and really that just had her excited as he rubbed his cock against her. She was used to this light pressure, not flinching as the noose was set around her neck.

Aika waved at the audience. ]

That's what they're here for! I hope everyone enjoys it. And I'll start with an easy one - the letter 'E'.

[A second or two before the first guess was made, Reaver had leaned over to whisper in the attendant's ear. Obediently, as soon as she said her guess, they knelt down and drew a circle underneath the noose to signify her head before putting the wrong letter below. As it happened, Reaver playfully tightened the noose just the smallest fraction and whispered in her own ear, soft enough only she would hear.

'Afraid not, my lovely. You've five guesses remaining.'

His hand took hold of her by the waist while he crouched behind her. The cock slid its way down her back and over her ass, rubbing against it and between the cheeks while oil was drizzled over it. First a finger worked her to get her just a little ready, and then he was starting to press the tip up and guide it in through the tight hole as the attendant walked over with a vibrator, offering it to him to rub against her snatch.

His first thrust would have her almost on tip-toes, plenty of force in it and the sensation that she was being stretched almost painfully wide joining. Their size differences were that much more apparent in that moment, and even a little oil would only help so much.]

Ngh... oh my, quite a tight fit. If you don't make it out of this, I fear it won't be nearly so tight should anyone come to say their goodbyes, my little strumpet. Care to guess again?

[ Well they needed SOME tension, didn't they? It wouldn't be any fun if she just blew through the whole game all at once, although having the most common letter fail her might be a little concerning.

Aika hadn't really expected him to do her up the ass, but she didn't complain when she felt lube drip down over her asshole; especially if he gave her clit some attention too. She had a little experience with anal, enough, at least, to not freak out, to be able to take the stretching as long as it wasn't too quick, but it still left her groaning from exertion as he opened her up. ]

...ha... g-go on... loosen me up... fuck that's a lot...

Um, 'A'.

[And now, he was hoping that the tension would actually build inside her like an icy spear, slowly running up her spine as the second most common of the vowels solicited the straight line of her body being drawn down and the 'A' getting put right next to the E as a wrong guess. He chuckled and dragged his tongue gradually up the length of her ear from right behind and below the lobe before nipping at the top.

The vibrator rubbed into her clit as more of him wedged itself into her backside. Each thrust deepened the pressure, filling her with a heavy load that gradually drew hip closer to hip. Very soon after he managed to hilt himself into her and started to saw back and forth, the toy worked its way down, along the inside of a thigh and slipped between the lips of her cunt, working its own way in and sending vibrations through her body.

It was then that he lifted her from the ground, angling his hips just a little to let her press her grip with her legs while he kept one hand at her waist, rigidly holding her steady and giving support with his strength. The thumb brushed up against her clit while he plowed her and she could feel the rope being pulled tight as she was lifted up in his embrace, free hand going to one of her breasts and squeezing. No ties for her hands. They were free to move, however futilely or desperately in the end.]

And now... you live only for so long as I am... loosening you up, my girl. [He chuckled.]

But you're going to have to try harder than that. These vowels will be the death of you.

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