Vespa All Sucked Up

Elise met Vespa in Seattle and they clicked fast. She slid the other woman into her vacuum bed and sealed the rubber tight. Vespa lay sucked flat, curves pressed hard under the sheet. Elise’s gloved hands traced every line, testing how much she could make her squirm. Once she was sure Vespa wanted more, the blindfold went on and the thick inflatable gag filled her mouth. Breath control came next. Elise strapped the gas mask over her face and clipped the rebreather bag in place, then watched Vespa’s chest fight for each ragged pull of air. Elise smiled behind the rubber mask. Every inhale now belonged to her.