The Cylinder

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I’m crouched naked in a clear glass cylinder, waiting for the inevitable. I don’t question why I’m here; that would be foolish. I know why I’m here. Mistress wants to watch me drown.

My hands are shackled to the floor of the cylinder. They are the only bonds I have. And they are the only bonds I’ll need.

All of the sudden water starts streaming into the cylinder. I gasp as it splatters all around me. Now I fully understand how she’s going to drown me as I gasp from a fearful excitement.

I pull tentatively, but my shackles won’t let me rise up. Water will eventually flow up over my head. I will have a few minutes to kill before the water kills me.

I turn to see Mistress sitting in a comfortable chair watching me. She wears a black leather dress that barely contains her breasts. There’s a drink on a small table for her to enjoy.

Her legs are crossed; she looks quite comfortable. But there’s a look in her eye, a look I know all too well. She wants to watch me drown. And today she is getting her wish.

The water slowly rises; we’re going to have a lot of time together Mistress and I. The wait is delicious agony. Her eyes flash as she sips her drink. I’m trembling with a terrible arousal.

It feels like it’s taking forever. But Mistress bides her time, enjoying every moment. I’m helpless in here and it turns her on. I call out to her, but she lifts a finger to her lips. I obediently fall silent.

The water is getting higher. I feel a building anticipation within me. I look at Mistress again, my eyes asking “Are you really going to drown me?” She reads my expression and nods with a smile.

Gawd; she’s really going through with this! I’m going to drown for my mistress! I feel more alive than ever before, knowing I’ll soon be filling my lungs with water.

I move around, testing my shackles. It sets the water to sloshing all around me. But I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving this cylinder alive. It’s a thought that both frightens and arouses me.

It’s been a dark desire of mine for a long, long time, a desire Mistress has shared with me. I’ve always wanted to drown, and she’s always wanted to watch me. Today we both will fulfill our fantasies.

The water rises up past my breasts. My life is ebbing away as the tank fills. No words pass between Mistress and I. Instead the room is filled only with the sound of the filling cylinder.

I look at her again but I can see the arousal in her eyes. It is building within her, just like it is building within me. Perhaps we’ll explode together in orgasm at the moment I start to drown.

I become anxious as the moment draws near. I test the shackles again. Instinctively I pull on the locking mechanism, but it is secure. Many thoughts flood my mind, and I become anxious.

I look over at Mistress again. But I see no mercy in her eyes. Instead I see rapid breathing, as though she’s enjoying my torment and uncertainty. I whimper as she brings a hand up and touches her chest.

I look up anxiously as the water continues to fill the cylinder. I’m so hot, hotter than any other time in my existence. Mistress and I have played these games before. But not like this, never like this! My heart hammers in my chest until I’m certain I’m going to explode any moment in orgasm.

I wriggle around, slipping under the falling water as it splatters my head. I cough and sputter, trying to shake it out of my eyes. I look over at Mistress but she squirms with anticipation. Is she trying to climax? Or is she trying to hold it back? What difference does it make?

Water reaches my shoulders. I’m hot despite the coolness of my surroundings. I try to compose myself, realizing a lifelong fantasy is about to be fulfilled. The day has finally arrived.

I turn and give Mistress a smile. She sees it in my face. I see a flush of arousal in her features. She knows I’ll soon be drowning in here. It really turns her on.

The water reaches my neck. Instinctively I begin struggling with the shackles again. I’m going to resist what’s about to happen to me; I can’t help myself. Mistress will get off even more as I put up a struggle, fighting against my bubbly destiny.

I work on the shackles as the water rises. My breath comes faster and faster. I feel a delicious surge of anxiety that makes my nipples incredibly hard. Mistress leans forward to watch. She’s breathing heavily. I almost cum, knowing Mistress will surely orgasm the moment I start to drown. Strangely, that thought only makes me hotter.

It’s growing uncomfortable in here. I struggle to adjust my position. But I slip, and water covers my mouth. It’s a sure sign I don’t have much longer. My heart rate quickens. I need to calm myself down so I can hold my breath for as long as I can.

I try to compose myself as the water reaches my chin. I struggle to rise up higher. But the chain pulls my hands up tight. I’m not going up any farther. The surface of the water sloshes and ripples. I hear Mistress moan softly. She must be terribly aroused at my impending demise.

I deliberately lower my mouth and nose into the water. It sends erotic chills up and down my spine, an incredible feeling more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt so alive, especially this close to the moment of my death.

I lift my head up and gasp for breath, looking over at Mistress. She’s touching herself again. Gawd, how this must be getting her off! Knowing she will cum as I drown makes me so hot. I try to compose myself again. A premature orgasm will inhibit my ability to hold my breath. I have to hold it for as long as I can before my lungs give out.

I have to tip my head back as the water continues to rise. My movements cause the surface to ripple and flow. I’m nervous, anxious, scared and aroused. Mistress leans forward and watches eagerly. Gawd; she’s really going to drown me! She’d not going to lift one finger to stop it??

I start breathing deeply, preparing myself for that one big breath-hold I will have to endure. My head will be completely submerged. There will be no more air after that. The suspense is incredible! My moans and whimpers blend with the sound of the filling cylinder.

I strain with everything I have, desperate to fill my lungs. My heart pounds in my chest. I now know I won’t be able to give Mistress a long breath-hold like I want to. I’m just too damned excited.

“Big breath, honey,” she calls out to me, the first words I have heard since this whole thing began. “Give me a really good show, baby!” Then I’m under, unable to tip my head back enough to get air.

I relax as the water continues to rise. I settle down in my watery tomb, trying to get comfortable. Soon the water will completely overwhelm me.

Mistress watches with enthusiasm, her eyes wide with excitement. I hold my breath for one minute and then for two. Bubbles leak out of my mouth, air I cannot part with. Mistress eagerly rises to her feet. I strain for all I’m worth. Gawd; my lungs want to give out!

All of the sudden I hear a flush of water. The tank is draining. The water level drops to my lower lip. I gasp for breath, my chest heaving as I refill my aching lungs. I don’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

Mistress walks up to the cylinder as I gasp and sputter. She’s totally naked now. I don’t remember when she shed her outfit. Her nipples are incredibly hard. She’s flush from a recent orgasm. She’s breathless, a dazed look in her eyes.

She tells me, “Baby, you don’t know how hot that made me. I simply had to get more comfortable.” She shrugs as she shows off her naked body, her nips hard and her labia swollen.

“Does this mean you’re not going to…” She just shushes me.

“Oh honey; don’t worry. That was just a taste. I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of your greatest fantasy. I just came over to say how sexy you’re going to look for me when you drown.”

She touches the cylinder in an affectionate gesture. Then I hear the water start filling the tank again. She pants as she tells me, “Baby; I’m going to cum so hard when you drown!”

She steps away and starts rubbing herself as the water rises. It isn’t long until I’m forced to tip my head back again. Mistress pants as she tells me, “Gawd, baby; you make me so hot!” I whimper as the erotic feelings swell within me again. This time I think she’s serious. This time I think I’m going to drown.

I tip my head back as far as I can. Will this indeed be my very last breath? Mistress furiously rubs herself, but I’m too busy judging when I should inhale for the very last time. Water laps at my lips as I fill my lungs. Then I settle in for the inevitable. Mistress eagerly watches me, her nipples hard as she frantically fingers her pussy.

2010; 2020 (written Sep 20 ’10; ed. Feb 19 ‘20 by riwa using illustrations from Waterbondage.)

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