Gasmask – An Erotic Obsession 2 #NSFW #+18

I wrote earlier about my obsession with Gasmasks. There is more to say, much more. I usually don’t like to look at my own pictures in an erotic way. I see the flaws in my skin, the poor light, all the little things that most people would never notice. It’s different when I look at myself wearing a Gasmask.

The Gasmask puts a barrier between myself and my image. I look for the few places where I can see beyond the rubber, beyond the protective shield that encloses my head. The eyes, like an alien figure, large, round, and giving just a small glimpse at the person behind the mask.

I zoom in on the closed eye, see the expression, every detail of it, even though they are behind the protective glass of my gasmask. The mascara is smeared from the long endurance session, this is the end. I don’t focus on the imperfections, they disappear, maybe they even make it more erotic. Remembering what it took to get to this point, the marks left behind, the exhaustion.

I conjure up the feelings and emotions I felt at the moment the picture was taken. My eyes closed, focused on keeping my breathing steady. Keeping enough fresh air coming through the rebreather bag at the end of my gasmask. Blocking out all other influences because of what is going on in my pussy and rear.

The pressure I feel with each pump further inflating the dildos that are strapped into my openings. I could remove them if I wanted to. My hands are free and unrestrained, and I could have stopped at any moment. The pumping continues and fills my pussy and ass. The pressure becomes stronger, almost unbearable. My pussy can take it, but my behind is getting stretched and the urge to push out the intruder is overwhelming.

It is now a battle of will. I know I can take more, although my body tells that I can’t. This is no choice. With my rear feeling like it’s about to burst, the pressure on the ever growing inflatable dildo in my pussy is almost too much to bear. I focus, try to block out the pain and enjoy the sense of helplessness behind the gasmask. Everything feels distant, even my own body.

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Then, the pumping stops. I can take it. I just don’t know how long. With the belt that hold in the dildos strapped tightly through my crotch and attached to my waist belt, there is no escaping. Those babies are staying put until someone releases the pressure.

This is not a game, it’s a challenge. I open my eyes briefly and see the bulbs within easy reach just below my waist belt. If I wanted, I could release the pressure myself. I could end it now, but my body is getting used to the pressure. Still, any attempts to push the dildos out are hopelessly futile.

I look at the picture of myself behind the gasmask again. I’m getting wet. It all started with me standing against a pillar, not allowed to move, while I disappeared behind the gasmask and the dildos were slipping inside me with the tightening of the crotch strap. My legs spread slightly, I knew what was to come. This was not going to be a short session. I was not tied up, had all the control, and all the pressure to show I was a good submissive was on me.

I remembered standing, waiting for the inevitable to come. Trying to find that place in my head where I could retreat and let my body experience, enjoy, both the pain and the pleasure.

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My pussy was begging for attention.

Still staring at the closed eyes behind the round glass covers of the gasmask, I can feel the focus, re-experience the moment when I knew I could go further. When I knew this was the day I was going to stay with it and not end the session. The power I felt, being able to control my body, being able to take the pressure in my pussy, was palpable. Now I felt it again, just watching my own eyes. The sweat under the mask, my eyelashes were telling the story of my endurance. My fight.

Then I came, not from touching myself, not from stimulation, just from reliving the moments that were captured forever on the image in front of me. I laid back, letting the orgasm run through my body. Only now did I notice the sweat trickling down my chest.

Time to put the picture away. Time to take a shower.

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