The Theater

(asphyxiation, consensual)

I stopped the car in the parking area. As I opened my door, I heard Christine’s voice from the right, asking me to pick up her bag. Opening the rear door, I reached behind my seat as she helped Theo off the car. By force of habit I almost asked where his older sister was, but I remembered Naomi had come by coach, with the rest of her class. We walked to the theatre together, eager to see her performance.

Of course the place was quite crowded with the other families, but we could get in without waiting too much. As we entered the changing room, Theo was quite surprised of seeing so many naked people, but I explained to him that is was okay, and we would both be going in naked too. Christine however, had brought some clothing appropriate for the occasion, and once stripped she pulled from the bag a dress. She quickly put it on, and I could see the neckline ran below her breasts, while the skirt was split on the front to show her crotch. I could not resist the sight, and promptly kissed her with my left hand on her boob and my right down there. It was a nice omen for the evening.

We then proceeded to the next room, which had a row of bathroom stalls on both sides. Near the exit, a sign reminded people that their use was mandatory. Of course, even though the seats are made of an easily cleanable leather-like material, the cleanup crew would hate for someone to have an accident on them. We did our business, washed hands and walked into the main room. The curtains were closed, but we could hear voices from the other side as the girls were getting in position.

As leaving empty spaces in the rows was forbidden, we choose the one of the front rows that would have us closest to the center. Christine walked in first, with Theo between us. Christine’s neighbor was the mother of one of Naomi’s friends. She greeted us cheerfully and asked Christine for help strapping her right arm in. Then we took review of our own seats, the belts, the neck strap, the instructions sticker on the front seats, and Christine sat down.

She first strapped in her ankles, then the belts right below her knees. She clicked the neck strap’s buckle into the pulling mechanism, then strapped in her left arm. Before proceeding further, we adjusted Theo’s seat for his size: we slid the ankle straps up, lowered the headrest, and pulled his wrist belts backward. Then we had him secure Christine’s right arm. I guess the wristwatch for his last birthday was a nice move, because he worked like a pro. I helped him for the rest, strapped myself in, and let my own neighbor tie my right arm down. I didn’t really know the guy, so we kept the talking to a minimum.

And then came the agonizing wait. No longer distracted by the technical stuff, all I could think of was the upcoming spectacle, and my own helplessness. If I ever wanted out now, it would be too late. The anticipation was enough to arouse me and I was at full mast long before they dimmed the lights and replaced them with spotlights, focused on the curtain.
The red curtain finally split open, revealing Naomi’s class. All the girls were standing in a single row, on four long benches, a noose around their necks and their hands bound behind their backs. Half of them were naked, every other girl wore some clothing not unlike Christine’s, emphasizing their girly parts. I quickly found Naomi in the row and she saw me, but we lacked the freedom of movement to do anything more than smiling and winking at each other. On the center was a single stool, for the teacher Ms. fine-piece-of-ass. She probably told us her name, but it was beneath my care. Why was it that you only met such hot teachers after you had kids, and thus were no longer single?

After greeting us, the teacher then walked to her own noose in the center, and picked a pair of padded handcuffs, putting one on her left wrist. Stepping on her stool, she passed the noose around her neck and waved backstage to have the slack removed. After cuffing herself, she addressed both her class and the audience: She explained that we would all take three deep breaths, and the show would begin after the third one, ensuring it would last a good time for everyone. The entire room fell silent as we took our last breaths together, then the teacher solemnly stepped off her stool and kicked it backwards.

Then it happened. Following their teacher’s example, all the girls took a step forward, pushing the bench behind them. As it collapsed I felt my own neck squeezed, the seat pulling my neck strap tightly. But that mattered little, for in front of me fifty legs were now dancing in the air, trying to regain the footing they had just thrown away. The inability to breathe made the sight all the more arousing. I couldn’t look at Christine, but Theo had gained a boner that made me proud of him. He was also choking, fighting the bonds, his muscles looking nice on the arm and leg I could see of him.

One by one, the girls were shifting into second gear. Naomi soon began undulating, trying desperately to break the belt holding her hands behind her. That’s when the panic hit me too. The pain came suddenly, and soon my whole chest felt on fire. I pushed and pulled at all my limbs with all my might, but the seat held strong. The only thing harder than these bonds was… well. The girls were now kicking frantically. Glancing to my left, I saw that Theo had stopped struggling. But not before having his first, and last, orgasm. I had always known taking him here with us was better than dropping him off at his aunt’s.

It was now Naomi’s turn. She shuddered once, and then tensed completely, pulling her feet high up. Then her face became more serene. Her tongue was still hanging out, but she was now drifting to sleep, with only her feet twitching every now and then. Looking around her, I saw this happening left and right, girls climaxing and going limp. This pushed me over the edge. I felt myself filled with a pleasure that was never enough, and I gave everything I had to try and push forward, attempting to hump something that wasn’t there as I stained the seat in front of mine.
To my shame, I found myself imagining my own daughter as still dancing, only on my lap this time. With my last ounce of willpower she turned into that hot teacher, and then everything went black.