Breathplay for a Chance To Cum

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Brittany sighed contentedly as she relaxed in her armchair. She flicked her phone screen, scrolling down the news that popped up. She felt relaxed, happy to be off her aching feet. As she quit the application she was using, she caught sight of the date on her calendar: October 30th.
“Oh look at this,” she said aloud to her companion. “October’s almost over! You know what that means, honey!” She glanced at her husband to see his reaction.
Her husband knelt naked on the floor in front of her. He was blindfolded, and bowing before her, as he kissed her feet. Brittany, (or, to her husband, Mistress Brittany) had ordered him to lick and massage her aching feet, which was doing so obediently, just how she liked it. At her comment, he merely grunted in acknowledgement, forbidden to respond unless asked a direct question.
“That’s quite enough, dear. Kneel up” Mistress Brittany commanded.
Her husband, Jack (though in this situation, he often went by ‘slave’, which was one of the kinder of his Mistress’s names for him) stopped what he was doing, and knelt up. He placed his hands behind his back, with his knees spread apart, his head bowed, his gaze cast to the floor. Even though he was blindfolded, Mistress Brittany had trained him to keep his head bowed when in front of her. He was only to address her feet unless she allowed him to look at her.
Mistress Brittany looked her slave up and down. Jack was in his mid-thirties, and while he didn’t have an extremely athletic frame, he had generally kept himself slim and had some musculature on him. He stood at a decent height of 178cm, though significantly less now that he was kneeling of course. His dark eyes were hidden by the blindfold, and he had short black hair and a well-kept beard. He was completely naked except for a transparent chastity cage locked around his cock and balls. The slave had spent the last month locked inside this chastity cage, and his balls were noticeably more swollen and bluer than when Mistress Brittany had first locked him in it.
As for Mistress Brittany herself, she was dressed in a small black dress with stockings. She had dark auburn hair and wore glasses. She stood at a modest 155cm. She was just entering her thirties, and, like Jack, though she didn’t have a very athletic frame, she was an average weight for her height and her curves were mostly in the right places.
Thanks to Mistress’ training and the fact that she liked to make her slave massage her feet often, her slave had developed a rather strong foot and stocking fetish. Though he had always been aroused by her feet, the results of the training and the fact that he had spent the last month in a chastity cage meant even just looking at her feet in stockings would make his breathing heavy and his cock swell in it’s cage. The cage was an electric one, and wrapped around the slave’s balls were a leash, the other end of which Mistress Brittany held in her hand. So of course, if ever her slave were getting too excited, a quick yank of the leash or press of a button on her remote would make her slave docile once more. But tonight she had decided she would rather not expend the effort, and had simply blindfolded him.
She looked upon him now, watching his face. “Locktober’s almost over,” she purred, leaning forward so her face was close to his, her legs near his body and her feet under his caged dick. She could see his breathing start to become heavy as he felt her so close to him. 30 days inside a chastity cage! He had never gone more than 2 weeks without cumming before, so he was almost going crazy with lust at this point. The most pleasure he had received was on the weekends when Mistress Brittany tied him to the bed, unlocked his cage, and spent an hour or so teasing his rock-hard dick with her fingers and her tongue.
But he was very well-trained indeed, so he said nothing, and simply grunted in acknowledgement. Mistress Brittany traced a finger from his chin, down his chest, past his hard nipples, down to his belly button. Her slave fought back the urge to moan, though her touch was divine. “That means you’re finally going to get out of this thing.” Unexpectedly, she raised her leg and fondled his aching blue balls with her stockinged foot. The soft touch on his sensitive skin was too much for Jack, and he let out a small moan, which made his Mistress smile. She undid his blindfold. “Look at me,” she said softly. Jack looked into her dark eyes, his mouth slightly open and panting as her foot continued to fondle and rub gently against his caged penis. “Do you want to cum?” she asked him. “Yes Mistress,” he begged softly.
She giggled at his shaky voice. “I was thinking, though, after Locktober, comes No Nut November,” she looked deep into his eyes as she spoke, her foot tracing the hard plastic of the cage now. She enjoyed seeing her slave’s eyes widen in fear, but was pleased that he offered no protest, just waiting for her next words.
“Aww, I know baby. After a month in chastity, going another month without cumming might be a bit too much for you. Especially since you’ve never gone more than two weeks before,” she purred gently, her voice kind. Jack seemed to relax a bit, before she followed it up with: “But I thought that we could make a game of it. If you’re a very good boy, then you get your reward and you get to cum. If you’re a bad boy, you need to learn to submit more, so I can’t allow you to cum anyway”. Her voice remained kind, but she had a wicked grin on her face now as she toyed with his emotions.
“So here’s the deal. I’m going to test your obedience today.” She stood up, pulling slightly on his leash, indicating for him to follow her. He crawled on his hands and knees next to her as she lead him to the smotherbox bench that she loved to use on him.

She strapped him to the bench, his hands and feet apart, and placed the seat of the smotherbox around his head. “There, all nice and secure.” Immobilised, Jack waited with dread for what was to come next. “I’m going to unlock you now,” she told him, sliding the key into the metal lock, and slipping off the cage. She left the ring around his cock balls. As his dick grew erect, the ring around his cock and balls made him harder and trapped the blood in it, making him more sensitive. She light ran her fingers up and down his shaft. Her slave was so sensitive he could not resist letting a sharp moan escape. As she continued to tease his poor denied dick, she told him her plan. “Let’s see if you can handle a little breathplay for a chance to cum”. She grasped his dick lightly with her fingers and began stroking him slowly. “I’m going to sit on your face. If you can last for 30 minutes, being smothered and suffocated by my ass, I will allow you to cum,” she continued. Jack was fast approaching the edge, even though she was barely stimulating him. She giggled as his breathing grew heavy and his moans came more freely now. “Surely if you want to cum so bad, you can last 30 minutes? A minute for every day you’ve been denied?” She teased.
Precum was flowing from his dick now, his balls tightening. She stopped stroking, just wrapping her hand around his dick and holding it, just allowing her finger to tease the underside of his sensitive cockhead, keeping him on the edge. He needed more, he needed her to stroke him, but her lack of movement was driving him insane.
“What do you say?” she teasingly asked him, knowing the answer.
“Yes Mistress” he moaned breathlessly. Anything to stop the teasing.
“Good boy,” she purred. She let go of his cock, stood up and positioned herself over his face in the smother box. She pulled out her phone and showed him the timer, which showed “00:00:00”.
“Your time starts… now,” she clicked the start button, letting him see the timer begin to count up. She knelt above him, her delicious ass a few inches above his face. “Take a deep breath now” she advised, and her slave complied. As he took his breath, right at the top, Mistress Brittany sat down on his face.
Jack felt the weight of her above him, the soft warmth of her ass on his face, and his cock grew even harder. He loved when she sat on his face, but he wasn’t sure if he could survive half an hour of breathplay. Sure enough, after about a minute, he felt his chest constricting, begging for air. He began to wriggle, and Mistress Brittany lifted off his face and let him breathe. “42 seconds the first time, huh?” She teased. “It only gets harder from here,” as she plonked down on his face again.
What she said was, of course, true. The next few rounds of this seemed to get shorter and shorter before he begged for air. Each time Mistress Brittany seemed to linger just a few seconds extra, becoming meaner with allowing him to breathe.
“Past the ten minute mark now,” she said eventually. Jack blinked, gasping for air. He was sure it had been close to twenty already, but Mistress Brittany held up her phone for him to see; “00:10:32” “Not too long to go, but I’ve thought of a few ways to make this more.. fun” she smiled and licked her lips. She stood and slinked away, returning after a couple of minutes holding some items he couldn’t see. “Poor baby, you must be happy. You got a couple of minutes of free breathing.”
His breathing had normalised by now, and he was just wondering what she could have in store for him.
“First things first, you’re being allowed to breathe a bit too much,” she clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “So I think I’m going to have to make you breathe only through your nose.”
In her hand she held a roll of duct tape. She stripped off a piece and wrapped it around his mouth, gagging him, so he could no longer breathe through his nose. She straddled his face again. “Deep breath for me now slave” she ordered, and as he drew breath, she sat down once more.
Of course, breathing just through his nose, the breath he had drawn was less than when he could take it in through his mouth. Sooner than ever he felt himself reach his limit, and he began to struggle. As he did, he heard a muffled hum, and let out a gasp as his Mistress placed the buzzing vibrator against his cock. It was on a lower setting, not meant to make him cum, but his sensitivity was such that the stimulation was enough to drive him crazy. His gasp left him with less air than when he started, but his Mistress had not moved off his face. He began to struggle harder, trying desperately to breathe, while his Mistress simply giggled. Finally she lifted off him, cooing gently. She placed a hand on his chest and stroked it as he gasped. The air he could take in through his nose felt woefully inadequate to expel the suffocating sensation he was experiencing, but little by little he recovered. Mistress Brittany whispered encouraging words to him, stroking his chest; then, unexpectedly, she pushed down hard onto his chest. All the air in Jack’s lungs was pushed out of him, and he only managed to gasp in surprise before Mistress Brittany covered his face with her ass once more.
With the lack of oxygen and the stimulation on his cock causing him to be more turned on, within a few seconds Jack was struggling and thrashing for breath. His wrists and feet locked in place, he couldn’t get enough leverage and his face locked in place by the smotherbox, he could not push her off him. He felt his vision tunneling, before his Mistress raised up just a few inches.
She giggled as he drew in his first few breaths to recover, but before he had time for more than two, she settled back on top of him. It was maddening, it was frustrating, it was suffocated; Jack knew he was about to pass out.
But through it all his cock grew harder and harder, leaking its tears of precum, and Jack knew he had to endure. There was no way he could go a month without cumming again; he wasn’t even sure if he could go the rest of this half hour without cumming.
Mistress Brittany lifted off and allowed him to breathe once again. “Struggling, honey?” She taunted cruelly. “Ready to give up yet?”
Her slave weakly shook his head no. “Good boy,” she purred, sitting down on his face once more.
It was another full minute before she allowed him to breathe again, but as he was drawing his first breath, she immediately sat back down. His breath cut off midway, Jack struggled and thrashed but he was just making it harder for himself.
He couldn’t take it any more. He moaned as hard as he could, trying to get his Mistress’ attention. She heard his pleas, and lifted herself off his face. She looked down at his gasping visage, tears running down his face and down his cock.
“Do you give up?” she asked him. Tearfully, he nodded yes. He felt defeated, he had broken and he had lost. There was no way he could endure 30 more days of chastity, but such was his fate.
“Too bad, slave. No cumming till December now.” She laughed as he hung his head dejectedly.
“Want to see how close you were?” she teased him. He raised his eyes and looked at her. His eyes widened as she showed him her phone screen, which read “01:07:41”…
His chastity lock clicked in place as his protests rose, but he stayed gagged. His Mistress laughed at his groans of frustration as she walked out of the room, leaving him strapped to the bench.