Time to Breathe

Holy shit, this setup is locked down tight. My tits are already wired with electrical clamps. Plastic wrap pins my arms and legs to the dental chair. Tape seals my mouth shut. Nothing left but my nose. Dart_Tech and Serious Bondage Mark wired a motorized valve to the CPAP mask and let software decide when I breathe. Ten seconds on, ten seconds off. Easy at first. Then the shocks start. The estim box bites my clamped breasts the whole time the valve stays open, and each jolt makes me forget the breath I’m supposed to take. When the valve shuts, a red light snaps on so everybody watching knows the air is gone. Heart monitor tracks every spike in pulse and every drop in oxygen. Behind it all, the crew’s coordination shows in the backstage cuts: cable checks, valve tests, last-second adjustments. All of it, right now, just to keep me gasping on someone else’s schedule.