Thread by @Trauma_Posting

Owner takes my breath away

#nsfwtwt #choking sub POV, no given genders

"Come here." Owner's voice is harsh, yet quiet. I know I'm in trouble. Either I've done something wrong, or they're in a cruel mood. Not that it will change the end result.

I paw my way over to their feet, kneeling down between their legs. Their hand brushes down my cheek, and I cast my eyes down, not daring to look them in the eye. After a few tender moments, their hand rests around my throat.

Just having it there makes me feel weak. Submissive. Owned.

I can feel their gaze on me. Observing me. Judging me. I feel needy and desperate just being here in front of them. Completely helpless. Just the way I like it.

Their hand clenches just slightly, eliciting a sharp gasp from me, before it relaxes again. It's just barely tight enough to be teasing. Enough to make me fidget on the floor. Enough to make me desperate for more. Enough to bring back all the beautiful memories of being choked.

A quiet whine escapes my mouth as they continue to observe me attempting to stay composed.

"Such a weak, desperate thing." Their other hand presses a two fingers into my mouth. They don't have to tell me to open, or to start sucking.

My already fuzzy mind begins the transition to being jelly because of the fingers playing with my tongue. It fractures even further when their hand around my throat begins to clench painfully slowly. I want them to hurry, but they're going to make me wait. They control the pace.

They control me.

I can feel just the earliest feeling of lightheadedness once their fingers and thumb close around the arteries carrying that oxygen rich blood to my brain. It's terrifying how easy it is to cut off that flow.

The squeezing continues at a glacial pace. I progress through the stages of my mind becoming increasingly deprived of enough oxygen. what thoughts I had becomes Increasingly difficult to grasp. I know I don't need to think, but it's still scary having them slip away.

While their grip tightens, their fingers push to the bag of my throat. I do my best to remember my training to avoid gagging too much. They seem pleased with themselves. I can feel tears starting to trickle down my cheeks. My face must be bright red with how strong their grip is.

I can still feel my Owner's eyes on me, even as mine begin to flutter closed. What's left of my vision becomes increasingly fuzzy. Black spots begin to appear. it gets hard to focus on anything beyond vague shapes or colours.

My body feels heavy. Weak. I couldn't resist anymore, even if I wanted to. My mind doesn't even imagining resisting my Owner anymore. I used to play-resist, and put up little pretend fights. That day has long passed, though.

Now, I just take whatever I'm give. Praise, love, abuse, insults. Whatever they feel like giving. Whatever they desire.

My body becomes limp. My head starts to flop to one side, only held up by their grip. The entire world feels fuzzy, even my thoughts, or what's left of them.

Their fingers leave my mouth. Instinctively, I try to grab for them with my lips. I hear the slightest amused noise. It's enough to make me feel even more pathetic. My pitiful wants and desires just amuse them. The way it should be.

I can't see it, but I feel them smearing my spit across my face. I'm nothing but an object for them to use and abuse as they see fit.

"L...love y...you..." I force myself to say, a moment before the world goes completely black, and I fade into unconsciousness.

When i return to the world, I find I'm curled up under a blanket in my cage. I feel comfy and safe, but also extremely sore. Weakly lifting the blanket, I can see my body is covered in new bruises, scratches, and other marks. My holes feel like they've taken even more abuse.

Resting the blanket back down, I shift to get a bit more comfortable. I can hear Owner typing away on their computer. I feel safe. I feel useful. I feel happy. I love this treatment. I love this life. I love my Owner.