Ventilator
The audio mentions or includes depictions of this form of (usually medical) breathing equipment; often involved in administering gas or breath play.
The last time you visited Shibby’s Dungeon you signed your life over to me and I had my way with you, taking my pleasure before locking you in a cage. Since then, I've given you some semblance of freedom, provided you return to me to serve every night. After all, good slaves wouldn’t abuse this freedom and try to break out of the contract they signed because they worried they were in over their head. And good slaves definitely wouldn’t get caught doing that and have all freedom stripped away while being punished and turned into an object who can no longer be trusted with rights or freedom anymore. And you are a good slave… Aren’t you…? Uh oh…
Before we do anything. Let me start out with a disclaimer. This file isn't like my others. It's a little rougher. The subject matter is dark, descriptive, and a little dangerous. If that doesn't sit well with you. I suggest you stop reading now. This is a file for all my sluts that truly can't help themselves. A true magnum opus of kinky collaboration written by broken and Alz. And I wouldn't want anybody to be enticed in that wasn't prepared to be mind-fucked beyond their wildest imaginations... Still reading? Good Boy. Do you ever think about why you're like this? Why is it that me warning you against listening only make you want to listen more? Flirting with danger can be fun. I get that... but it can also leave you in some precarious situations... You've booked an...
Obey without thinking. Thought is taken from you, as you are drugged senseless... but still able to sense and feel. Strapped down on an unknown hospital bed. Milked by a mysterious and beautiful doctor. Starting with an induction, and then the implantation of a sleep trigger. Your breath is then put under the control of a ventilator. I may seem rather cold and intimidating, but I am very good at what I am doing. My face is hidden behind a surgical mask, but my eyes are here to be stared at. I give you a hand job - and then proceed to milk you using some specialized equipment. Why are you here? It's not important that you know. Just listen and relax. Feel the release as your mind falls into oblivion.