DEEP BONDAGE SOLO PRACTICE
Judith let Meryl breathe from her regulator as she attached her to the hooks at the bottom of the deep solo tank. Tessa was in the observation room watching. “Remember,” she said into the intercom. “Meryl has to go four minutes if she wants to be a Deep Solo mermaid.”
Judith nodded as she reached for the reg in Meryl’s mouth. The woman in the one-piece filled her lungs as much as she could. Then her air supply was taken away.
A few bubbles slipped past her lips as she settled in for a long breath-hold. She really wanted to be a part of the Deep Solo team here at the Mermaid Lounge. But she needed to be able to hold her breath longer due to the depth of the tank she would be performing in.
Judith held out one finger to Tessa in the observation room. That’s when Tessa began rubbing herself. It was always so damned erotic watching the new girls try to make four minutes.
Meryl tried to relax as she approached two minutes. It was so deep; the pressure was making it a challenge. But you had to be able to hold it four minutes in order to put on a good show for the customers.
Judith held out two fingers for Tessa to see. Tessa rubbed herself harder. So far Meryl seemed comfortable and confident.
Meryl felt the strain in her lungs as she approached three. It was too soon. She needed to be well past three before the discomfort affected her chest.
Judith held out three fingers. Now Tessa was really rubbing herself. Was she about to get to watch another drowning?
Meryl felt her chest hitch as her stomach rippled. She lost bubbles out of her mouth as her cheeks began to bulge. Then she opened her eyes and anxiously looked up at Judith.
Judith shook her head and wriggled a finger at her. Then she held up four fingers before patting the reg in her mouth… “Hunh – unh. You have to make four minutes to get this or suffer the consequences.”
Meryl winced in agony as Tessa rubbed herself harder behind the glass. How much longer did the new girl have to go? Was she going to make it? She looked like she might just get there.
A sudden burst of bubbles poured out of Meryl’s mouth. Her eyes flew open in shock. Then she began hitching and gurgling.
Judith noted the time. It was too late to pass the regulator to her. So she quickly reached down, disengaged the attachments holding Meryl down, and then began transporting the drowning woman back to the surface.
In the observation room Tessa shuddered from an intense orgasm. Meryl had come close this time. Maybe she would eventually reach four minutes. Or maybe she would keep falling short and drowning on them, which was entertainment enough in and of itself.
Tessa vowed to be down in the observation room to witness each and every subsequent attempt. Besides, these were just too damned erotic to miss.
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THE FREEDIVING TEASE
Every wreck seems to have one. There’s always a female who likes to freedive a sunken vessel. She is often topless as she cavorts in fins, a dive mask and weight belt.
Her male counterparts are usually clad in a wetsuit, or some other modest form of swimming attire. They are usually geared up in some sort of breathing apparatus. But she prides herself on being a wreck-nymph, using only the air in her lungs.
She teases the divers around her in the usual manner. First, she gets their attention by flashing her tits at them. Then she enticingly wriggles her thong-covered ass. If any one of them should make a move in her direction, she will always let out a bubbly laugh before blowing a kiss at them as she fins away.
Whenever she draws near to a diver, she always watches the crotch of her intended victim. The bigger the bulge, the more of an impact she knows she is having. It gives her a thrill turning on so many men, only to playfully fin away the moment they reach out toward her. She loves leaving them with a serious case of blue balls.
She frequents the wreck several times a week. It’s always on a day when she knows the scuba divers will be out. It makes no difference if he has a dive buddy who is male or female.
She flirts even more if there’s a female diver in the water. It brings out her competitive nature. She’s always testing her ability to see if she can lure away any woman’s dive buddy by flashing her exposed assets.
The divers at the marina all know about her. But none have ever successfully bedded her. To her it’s just a game.
On this particular day, a male goes out to do a little diving on the sunken vessel. He’s heard about this teasing nymph who loves to freedive the wreck. He has his own ideas as to what he might do should she make an appearance.
He goes out, gears up and then goes over the side into the water. He’s in the wreck barely five minutes before he has company. The nymph has arrived to torment him.
He doesn’t even acknowledge her as he examines his surroundings. This causes her some degree of consternation. Her powers have never failed before at this depth. She will have to try harder.
She is forced to return to the surface to refill her lungs. Then she goes back down. Her pride has been challenged; she will not be denied.
She finds him again and shakes her tits at him. He does not seem the least bit impressed. She wriggles her thong-covered ass in his direction. He just turns and fins along the side of the wreck.
She cannot believe he is not affected. She was sure she saw the beginning of a bulge. She decides she might have to try a more direct approach with this one.
She finds him in an open section of the wreck. She draws closer and touches his chest with her hand. She throws everything she has into her seduction.
The bulge makes a definite appearance. She knows she has succeeded. Now she must head back to the surface to refill her lungs.
To her surprise he reaches up and grabs on. But he has not grabbed a part of her body. Instead, he has latched onto her weight belt.
She tries to jerk herself upward. But he pulls her right back down. A warning spasm ripples through her chest.
She tries to break free. But he will not let go. Now he reaches down, pulls out his cock, and begins to stroke himself as he watches her while he exhales.
She exhales too. But she does not have a similar source of air like he does to replenish what she’s lost. Instinctively she covers her mouth with her hand as she tries to pry his fingers loose from her belt.
He jerks his dick harder as she loses more air. Bubbles fizz around her fingers as her eyes widen in horror. She’s going to drown if he doesn’t let go!
He suddenly jerks a load out of his cock. But she is not excited to have made him cum. She has other, more pressing issues to attend to.
Her lungs heave in her chest as her body screams for air. She loses the last of her breath. Then she shudders from a horrific orgasm before…
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