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This story contains F/F sex between consenting adults and is day #18's entry for Kinktober. Today's kink is Breath-play, and comes to you thanks to Atomiccoon! :3

Elements of Control

"Rub your clit for me..."

Ivana's long tongue slipped from her muzzle in the wake of her tender whisper, and flicked out around the rim of the husky's ear into which she was speaking. With a soft whimper, Cynthia obeyed. Her legs were already shamelessly spread, leaving her pussy on full display to the dracobat sitting cross-legged beside her. Now she set one of her hands to work upon that exposed and already glistening pink flesh. There was no sense in being modest, nor did the dog have any real desire to even attempt to act that way. They both wanted this. Both needed this. Thus with two fingers, pointer and ring, she teased back her outer lips and the surrounding flesh, and with the middle digit of her paw applied gentle but constant pressure to the hood of her clit, grinding the flesh down against the sensitive nub that lay within its folds.

The dracobat gave a happy, hissing moan of glee as she watched Cynthia get to work, and caressed the side of the husky's face as the now shivering, quietly moaning woman looked up at her not just for approval, but with pleading hope shining in her eyes.

"You want me to do it?"

She knew the answer of course, but it was delicious to watch Cynthia's eyes bulge and her muzzle spring open with a mindless yelp of desire as she was asked that most obvious of questions.

"Show me first. Show me how much you want it. Hold your breath... hold it, and keep on touching yourself for me."

Bringing one hand to rest over the husky's mouth and nose, not putting any pressure upon it or even touching her lover's muzzle at all most of the time, Ivana still placed herself in total control with that simple action. Now if Cynthia tried to fake it, tried to let out even the tiniest little scrap of air so that she might draw in fresh breath to replace it, the dracobat would know.

With several gulping gasps, Cynthia loaded her lungs with oxygen. Her chest swelled and heaved outward, her small but perfectly perky breasts reaching to to the skies as the paw between her legs was joined by a second one. The husky shuddered, but did not gasp, did not whimper, and sure enough did not breathe as the other hand took over the duties of spreading her lips open while all three of the formerly active digits on the other hand focused their efforts on pleasuring her swollen clitoris. Pushing herself up on the pads of her feet, the husky's tail swept giddily back and forth across the bedding as her hips arched upwards and humped at the air. She slipped her fingers down the length of her glistening, flushed slit, and the softest strangled grunt escaped from the very back of her throat as the tips of her fingers twitched and curled, oh so tempted to stop focusing solely on her clit and slip inside of her already dripping wet pussy.

The seconds ticked by, and little by little Cynthia's face began to redden beneath her white furred cheeks. Not just with excitement as her ordered masturbation became more and more frantic, fingers beginning to slip inside herself more and more regularly despite the initial command having been wholly focused on her clit, but with shortness of breath. It was one thing to keep yourself from breathing when at rest, but another thing entirely to cease all motion of air in and out of your lungs when your body was already sucking down oxygen at a far more rapid rate due to its rather intense and ongoing cardio based activities.

Cynthia's eyes got wider, and her infrequent vocalisations became more and more desperate as she started to feverishly finger-fuck herself. Shamelessly she hammered her pussy with all three of the fingers that had been so focused on her clit less than a minute before, curling all three digits as she humped up at those questing fingers in an effort to strike at the holy grail of her g-spot with each and every motion. There was no denying it, nor any reason to given that was the whole reason for their current play, it turned the husky on to be both overwhelmed by pleasure and denied air as she found herself in that state. It turned her on almost as much as it turned Ivana on to watch Cynthia get herself into such a state. And yet the dracobat resisted the urge to touch herself, just watching the husky's fingers fly, her juices flow, and waiting for the slightest breath of air to rush out across her own carefully poised paw hanging over Cynthia's tightly clenched maw.

It was almost a minute in total before the husky began to look truly pained in her efforts to restrain herself. She didn't want to breath, but unlike when someone else was in control it was near impossible to push her own body beyond what it perceived as its absolute limits, whether or not that was indeed true. Her brain knew she could let it breath whenever she wanted, and thus there was no way she could go anywhere near as far as if someone else was controlling her ability to fill her lungs. Thankfully, before she could fail, Ivana saved her. Or at least, she granted her an out, whilst still providing a more than appropriate punishment.

"Breath, Cynth. Breath for me... and stop. Take those fingers out, now."

The husky did as she was told, and as she pulled her fingers free from her pussy with a small spray of fluids, she couldn't help but breathe as she let loose a mournfully desperate cry of lust. Her toes curled urgently, her fingers flexed, and as she gasped for air she was already in the process of begging Ivana to strip that privilege forcefully away from her once again.

"Please. A-aahhh... don't let me... mmhh, don't... please..."

She could barely get more than a couple of coherent words out together as one of her hands briefly flew up from where they had been hovering hungrily over her needy pussy. She wrapped it around her own throat in a choking mime, not actually seeking to cut off her air supply in that way but making her point all too clear. The dracobat just grinned down at her, shivering in excitement and fighting off the frantic, almost all-consuming need to begin fucking herself senseless in turn as she whispered teasingly and commandingly to Cynthia once more.

"If I don't let you draw a single breath more, will you cum for me?"

The husky wailed in delight, nodding and grinding her hips against the warm bedroom air in a maddened frenzy.

"Yes. God yes."

Placing both hands over the dog's mouth and nose, not quite sealing them but obviously motioning like she intended to do so, Ivana kept up the passionate, teasing pressure.

"And if I don't let go until you do cum? Or rather, until you've rode out that orgasm all the way to the end... you're okay with that? No matter how much your lungs burn, no matter how much you need air?"

Through the dracobat's hands, Cynthia screamed with wild and urgent savagery.

" Yes. Just... f-fuck, just fucking do i-mmphhh!"

Without giving Cynthia any warning, nor any opportunity to draw one last breath to fill her lungs in preparation, Ivana's strong hands sealed the husky's mouth and nose entirely. She grinned, but said nothing as the dog's eyes bulged and a strained, deliciously submissive whimper escaped her as she realised that all of a sudden she wasn't in control any more. That indeed she never had been, and the dracobat had just being toying with her. She could have stolen away her right to draw breath at any instant, but she had waited till now quite purposefully, precisely so that she was entirely unprepared for the moment when it happened.

And now... now the race was on. She was already running out of air. She could already feel herself wanting to draw breath, and as her body tried whether or not she intended to let it do so, the husky quickly discovered that Ivana wasn't fooling around. She really couldn't get a single drop of oxygen into her lungs. She really couldn't breath. Her lungs began to burn more and more. Her mind was flooded with panic. She was scared. She was desperate. Above all else though, Cynthia was now more turned on than she could ever have imagined.

With frantic haste she plunged two fingers back into her dripping wet pussy, and began to rub and pound at her g-spot for all it was worth. The digits of her other paw started grinding at her clit with equal force, but even then her joyous panic did not abate. She didn't know if she would make it in time. If she could make herself cum fast enough, hard enough to live up to her end of the bargain before her lungs were totally devoid of any oxygen with which to provide her body. The harder she fucked herself, the more rapidly she used up whatever oxygenated blood was left rushing through her trembling, potently worked up body. But she couldn't stop. Couldn't even slow herself down. All she could do was fuck herself harder and harder, and listen as her lungs ached and her head began to spin to the teasing, hungry whispers of Ivana still ringing in her ears.

"Cum for me. Cum hard. Squirt. S-soak your paws, the bed... everything. Do that for me, and I might let you draw a single uninterrupted breath before I sit on your face, and have you eat me out till you're not sure whether you're gonna asphyxiate first... or drown."

By Jeeves

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