Chat Room Escapades to Die for by Latexcheeks (WebArchive)

I am completely immobilized. I look through the Perspex of the full-face dive helmet and suck at the stale air flowing through the rebreather. The air is stale since the fresh air is only feeding the system at about fifteen percent.

I am spread-eagle (sort of) floating in suspension about six feet beneath the surface of the bay. I cannot move and am looking at the surface of the water that is now bright sunny shimmers but was earlier dark as night has long since given way to day. Eva/Evan is providing buddy duty and monitoring me for any stress or rebreather system malfunctions. He doesn’t seem to notice my periodic convulsions as frustrated orgasmic denial pushes me toward the brink of insanity. I’ve lost count of the number of times the near-cums have left me breathless, unfulfilled and wanting blessed relief.

The first one was so incredibly delicious that I shook and shuddered for an eternity in terms of orgasms. The vibes that Lydia set up to run through the computer controls had punished, denied, teased and denied my final relief at least five times before the thing finally sent me over the edge in a vast and tumultuous explosion of stars, light, and fireworks. On cue, Evan shut off my air flow and I was carried even further beyond the ecstasy of orgasmic reward and as the lights exploded in my head I passed out.

That first explosion was so many hours ago. It was also the last, though I didn’t know it at the time. Now my aching pussy demands relief that has been denied.

Approximately six hours earlier –

I log into the chat room to see what might be up...