Posted by tina on October 18, 20010 at 08:30:00:
Kimmy’s Dry Cleaning
(Featuring Brianna)
By Tina
Brianna came back to her dorm room after morning classes and saw the note.
“Brianna, I picked up the dry cleaning. See you after class in my room. Kim”
Brianna read the note on her dry erase message board and smiled. Samantha Kimswick Wentworth was an East Coast girl who Brianna had met their Freshman year. All the other girls thought “Kim” was a snob. Brianna had been fortunate enough to have learned differently. It had been over a couple of glasses of ilicit wine, the two girls had gotten a little tipsy, that they had discovered their mutual interest in asphyxiation. Although Kim still remained aloof from most of the other girls, she and Brianna had become fast friends.
There play had become more involved as they gained expirence with asphyxia. So far, Kim had gone the longest when she had kept a plastic bag over her head for almost a minute and a half. Brianna was determined to go at least that long and today would be the day. She had already told Kim how she planned to do it.
Kim’s note let Brianna know she was ready to play. Brianna erased the message. She had one more class that afternoon and then the girls could play all evening. She had thought about skipping but she was on a scholarship and did not want to do anything to jeopordize it. Brianna had gone to class but could hardly wait for it to end. She had almost run to Kim’s room when her 2:30 was finally finished.
Kim too must have been excited with anticipation because she answered Kim’s knock almost imediatly.
“Oh, Brianna, hurry, come in,” Kim smiled at Brianna, “I have everything ready.”
Brianna walked into the room. On the bed were several scarves and a plastic dry cleaning bag.
A chair sat in the middle of the room. Brianna tossed her books on the bed and sat in the chair.
“Hey, Brianna, not so fast...get out of some those clothes first.” Brianna blushed as she stood back up and pulled her sweater off over her head. She then unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.
“Is that better, Kimmy?” she asked as she stood in only her Jockey bra and panties.
“Much,” replied Kim as she picked up one of the scarves, “now you may sit.”
Brianna kicked her skirt and sweater away and then sat back down. Kim took the scarf and lashed Brianna’s right wrist to the arm of the chair. She then used another multi-colored scarf to secure Brianna’s left wrist. Kim tied Brianna’s arms so her palms were down on the chair. Brianna could bend over and touch her face to her upraised fingers but only the backs. She was effectively helpless and at Kim’s mercy.
“Legs tied or free,” Kim asked holding up another silky scarf.
Brianna looked at her blond friend as she mulled this question over in her mind.
“Free, I think being able to kick will be more erotic.”
Kim
picked up the plastic bag. “I really did go to the dry cleaners this
morning,” Kim said as she walked behind Brianna. She bent and put her
lips next to Brianna’s ear, “Bri, I’m so glad we found each other.”
She kissed Brianna’s cheek.
As Kim began to open the bag up she asked, “Are you sure you want to go a minute and a half?”
Brianna could already feel herself getting wet. She had gone a little over a minute once but had not lost consciousness. She had just succumbed to the panic and pulled the bag off her head. Now her fate was in Kimmy’s hands. This seemed to increase the excitement so much Brianna thought she would have an orgasm even before she was suffocated.
“Oh, Kimmy, I’m sure,” Brianna replied breathlessly, “not a second less no matter what...promise?”
“Yes, my darling,” Kim reponded as she put the bag over Brianna’s head. Kim looked at the clock as she smoothed the bag down, closed it around Brianna’s neck and then used the scarf to seal the bag shut. That way she would be free to watch Brianna’s struggles.
Brianna felt the bag being placed over her head and then she was in that world where she could see everything but it was a translucent blurr through the sheer plastic. She tried to keep her breathing normal. From past experience she knew the faster you tried to breath, the more the bag sucked down around your nose and mouth. At first she took normal, even shallow breaths, blowing the bag away from her face as she exhaled. Then she had felt Kim’s hands on her throat as Kim closed the bag around her neck. Once it was totally sealed no air could get back in as Brianna continued to try to breath.
She felt Kim pat her cheek, “There now, my darling, you a...OOOOHHH...” Brianna heard Kim scream in pain as she staggered past Brianna. Through the haze of plastic it appeared Kim was clutching her chest. Kim then fell to her knees, her right hand touched Brianna’s thigh, squeezed it hard and then relaxed. Brianna could see Kim fall over backwards at her feet.
Brianna looked around in absolute horror trying to figure out what had happened.
“My God, she’s had a heart attack,” Brianna thought, then cired out, “Kimmy, ge..up..nee...heee”
Brianna tried to call to her friend for help but the bag kept closing around her lips, garbling her speach. Brianna’s legs began to kick wildly as she continued to suffocate. A part of Brianna’s mind knew she had to be calm, think logically of a way to escape. That voice was lost in the panic of her need for air.
Brianna tried to suck air into her starving lungs. Her lungs heaved with the mighty effort to get air past the clinging plastic. This only caused the bag to go deeper into Brianna’s mouth. Then she would sit there pantying weakly, the bag going gently in and out. She leaned over, pulling her hands up as hard as she could. The backs of her fingers touched the tip of her nose. She could not get her face down far enough to grasp the bag.
“The scarf,” Brianna thought wildly, “maybe I can grab the scarf...”
She could not reach her throat and the ends of the scarf were hanging down her back out of reach.
“If only she had left the ends were I could get them,” Brianna thought in a deep recess of her brain, “Must be a way...think...think...”
The panic was now running through Brianna’s mind like a wild horse on the open range. Legs, head, upper body, hands, arms all tugged or kicked or shook in utter, senseless, uncontrolled panic. The lack of oxygen had already brought Brianna into a savage state of hysteria. She had quickly reached the pinnacle of that terrible state when her whole body had frozen in a snap shot of tught muscle. Every muscle tensed as Brianna’s brain began to turn off functions in a final attempt at preservation. The legs and arms relaxed except for involuntary twitches. Brianna looked around slowly, the bag was now plastered tight around her face.
“Hot,” she thought feebily, “this bag is so awfully hot.”
Her breathing had become shallow. The bag did not come out of her mouth any longer. Her chest moved ever so slightly in a continued attempt to draw life giving air. Her last bit of strenth was being used up keeping her head up, eyes looking through the plastic bag which was now fogging with the heat of her last breath. A breath which she had sucked in and out of tortured lungs until the last molecule of oxygen was depleted.
Just before she slipped into the dark abyss, Brianna saw Kim get beck up to come to save her. This was actually just the final hopefull halucination of an oxygen starved brain. Her head finally slumped forward onto her perspiration coated chest. Her nipples showed hard and dark under the drenched cotton bra. In her frenzy she had not really enjoyed her last orgasm.