I barely had time to see her lips curl ever so slightly before, with a swish, the plastic bag, now empty of bits but still smelling subtly of rubber and leather, was over my head. In response I swore at her through the gag. She didn't scold me, but instead dropped the harness and walked over to me with the bridle. While she had her back turned preparing the tack, I felt around as best I could to unbuckle the gag.
As she pulled me along the grass by the makeshift lead - forcing me to hop frantically to keep from falling forward - I started to protest behind the gag. I was approaching sheer panic. I figured I would have the best chance of escaping while she was trying to get me into the gear. With the pants out of the way, T bound my ankles with another length of the nylon rope.
It was surprisingly difficult with my back against the tree and me unable to lower my wrists below eye level. I tried shaking my head, but that seemed to make things worse: the plastic brushed up against my face, went around the ball gag into my mouth, and up into my nose. She was on top of me as soon as I hit the ground, straddling me at the waist while she pulled my shirt over my head, blocking my vision. I nodded my head yes, and kept nodding even as she dropped the bag to the ground. I tried to pull my head back to make more room in front of my face, but there was nowhere to go with the tree behind me.
I cut short each inhale earlier and earlier for fear of the plastic getting stuck and plugging my nose shut. On top of the disorienting whiteout, I had to strain to hear anything beyond the rustling of the bag as expanded and contracted with each breath. While I concentrated on pulling my wrists out of the cuffs, she had my legs loosely tied together with a short amount of twine and tripped me so I fell backwards she was nice enough to catch my fall so I had a gentle landing on my back. However, today T wanted to do a capture scene.
I bobbed my head a little trying to dislodge the bag. Keeping eye contact, she walked up until she was inches away from my face. I started breathing around the gag, which wasn't yet completely sealed by the plastic, but the air that came through wasn't air any longer. She did the same with my pants, pulling them down to my ankles where she undid the twine and pulled them off my legs.
My breathing become shorter as I plastic intruded into my nostrils. I had to stand on my toes to bring the gag strap close to my fingers. Each exhale Every breath warmed the air in the bag to suffocating levels. And each breath around the gag brought the plastic closer and closer until finally I was pulling in the plastic of the bag around the ball. Each attempt to inhale through my nose ended progressively earlier, cutoff by the plastic being pulled into my nostrils, sealing them closed.
It burned on each inhale. She dropped the bridle and grabbed a plastic bag with an assortment of bits I didn't know what she had up her sleeve at this point. T yanked hard on the lead attached to my wrist bindings, causing me to hop quickly forward, closer to all the tack. We've done light breath play before, so light actually, that it probably shouldn't even be called breath play: things like T playfully pinching my nostrils shut when I'm cleave gagged, or briefly putting her hand over the nose holes of a leather face hood.
I was resistent to accepting my new tack, so in a fit of diabolical inspiration, T fastened a plastic bag over my head until I caved to her demands. More rustling and creaking, presumably as she retied the rope holding my arms above my head, and then T's voice telling me that we would wait here until I was ready to accept my bridle. Still, I couldn't look away from her eyes. I couldn't hold it back from my nostrils and longer.
Well, I always found breath play hot, or, at least the idea of breath play, but I never found it scary until today. I couldn't see anything but a sea of white plastic. . Making eye contact with me, she upended the plastic bag of bits, which jangled loudly as they tangled together on their way to the ground. We had never done any plastic bag play before, and I was a little scared.