Written by PG:
As Alpine’s primary play partner, I’ve contributed some quotes to some of her previous postings. I’m flattered she’s asked me to do a full guest post, and that’s she’s given me carte blanche to pick my topic. So let’s talk water bondage. I was first introduced to the idea by seeing a Gwen Media video given to me by another bi subby gal I used to play with. She’d been into it mainly because it featured lots of lovely ladies in lovely latex, but there was one scene in it that caught my eye (along with another organ). In this scene, the cruel mistress has her two female bottoms, hands bound behind their backs, kneeling at either end of a transparent plastic tub filled with water. Over the course of the scene, each bottom had their head held underwater ’til they were thrashing, and came up with water streaming down their faces and gasping for breath. My reaction was: that’s so sick, so wrong… so hot.
Over the years, Alpine and I have re-enacted this scene in private play many times. But I like to constantly surprise her when we play in public. So at a public play party a while back, I ambushed her with water bondage. I’d smuggled the tub in hidden in my oversize play bag (which I believe Alpine’s written about elsewhere.) And, since it involved a form of breath control, I’d precleared the scene with the Dungeon Monitors.
I put wrist cuffs on Alpine, and clipped them to a leather belt around her waist. I had her kneel, blindfolded her, locked a collar ’round her neck, and padlocked a chain from the collar to the frame we were playing under. I had a bi-switch female friend of ours, Mistress D, watch Alpine while I spread out a plastic tarp, then snuck off to fill the tub. This took a while, which helped build the tension for Alpine, who had to kneel, not knowing what was coming and being teased by Mistress D.
When I did return, I grabbed Alpine’s hair, and pulled her forward on her knees to just in front of the tub. “You remember how to hold your breath, don’t you?” I demanded. “Yes…” she responded, uncertainly. “Hold it now!” I commanded, and thrust her head under the surface. I held it there until I could see the involuntary struggle to raise her head begin, then lifted it just long enough to let her catch one quick breath before dunking her again. As they advise on shampoo bottles, I rinsed and repeated this process as needed (for me).
After a good long bit of this, it was time to up the game. Through regular play together, Alpine and I have thoroughly “skinnered” her pussy. (Google “B. F. Skinner” if you want more background.) That is, we’ve trained Alpine to cum on verbal command or in response to a physical stimulus. This stimulus is usually a slap to her face, but I can direct her to rewire that and cum to other cues. So I told her she was to cum when I slapped her ass. I then dunked her head, and gave her a good hard hand on her pretty butt. It was so entertaining watching her cum while not able to inhale that I repeated the process over and over again. Then we had Mistress D join in to help tag-team Alpine. The two of us took turns dunking her and spanking her to cums until she was deeply, deeply in sub space. Then we had her worship our boots (both Mistress D and I were wearing hot footwear well worthy of worship.) We also got in a few good kicks at Alpine (how to kick some one hard but safely is something I’ve learned from my dyke friends in the scene.)
As a finale, we had her on her knees, straddling our boots one by one, and polishing them with her juices, while face-slapping her to more cums.
We then took our delightfully addled bottom, dried her off, and led her to the cuddle area for some well-deserved aftercare.
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