Michael Keye is a bondage enthusiast and boot/high heel fetishist. Videos at Clips4Sale stores 22502, 41907, and 43925. Retired.
Originally published by Harmony Concepts beginning in 1987, Michael then went full time with B&D Pleasures from 1993 to 2000. He started taking photos and video of bound and gagged people again in 2008.
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Current Residence: California
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Rubber
Print preference: Readable
Favorite genre of music: Musical Theater
Favorite photographer: Ansel Adams
Favorite style of art: Traditional
Operating System: Windows 10
MP3 player of choice: 33.3 rpm
Shell of choice: Clam
Wallpaper of choice: None
Skin of choice: Smooth
Favorite cartoon character: Nell Fenwick
Personal Quote: Open your mouth wide.
Thanks a lot for the fave, my friend!
Thanks for the fav and wish You all the best in 2024, mr K ! :)
My pleasure. Best to you and your fine lady friends as well.
Thank you for Faving my story… I’m just trying to. Branch out a bit…
What was that? I hold my breath, listening for a repeat of the strange sound; some kind of quiet, little clatter. My pet girl mumbles something through her nose, so I pull her head back against my shoulder with my hand over her mouth and up against her nostrils, blocking them, and I whisper in her ear, "Sssshhhhhhhhh." Now, her eyes are also wide, but because I'm preventing her from breathing.
Having created as much quiet as I can, I listen intently for another similar sound as I thought I heard before. Nothing. I try to figure where I might have heard that sound come from, and I look to the window.
Yes, there, a face is in my window, peering in at me, and my helpless pet in my arms. I smile at the face, and then whisper again into my pet's ear, "It looks like we've got a watcher. Shall we put on a show?"
I continue to hold her as I have been, preventing her from pulling in a breath. From the moment I grabbed her mouth and pulled her against me, a part of my mind has been counting down. I don't know if she's been counting, but I sure her lungs are beginning to burn with need of fresh oxygen. She squirms against my grip, a sense of grave need growing within her and becoming more insistent with each passing moment. Still smiling at the face in my window, I finally release my hand.
She pants like her life depends upon it, air practically whistling through her nostrils. But not through her mouth, as it is covered with several layers of duct tape preventing her from spitting out the gym sock that fills her oral cavity. She continues to squirm helplessly in my arms, but now it's for another need.
Still smiling, I point to the face and announce, "This was for you, Michael, to thank you for watching me. And also for adding my portrait to your favorites, and for the Trick-or-Treat badge you awarded to that image. Really, your badge should go to my friend, Refinedelegance, for creating that image, which is a very close likeness of me, but, sadly, he has left dA. I appreciate all the positive attention, and I'm grateful for it. Keep your eye on me, for more erotic bondage fiction."
Thank you for the delightful story. Breath control is exciting.
You are quite welcome. Extending a gesture of kindness and appreciation is something humanity needs more of.