**Femdom Choking: My Submission to Raven**

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I never thought I’d be here, tied to a velvet chair in Raven’s private playroom, but here I am. Raven’s the real deal—a 24-year-old with a smirk that could cut steel, a leather harness that hugs her curves like a second skin, and a voice that turns every word into a command. She’s got this way of looking at you like she owns the air you breathe. I’m 28, and when she told me to meet her at The Velvet Cellar, I knew I was in for something raw. Something deep. Something I’d never talk about at my office job tomorrow.

“Hands behind the chair,” she said, not a question, not a request. I moved like a puppet on strings. She circled me, fingers brushing my neck as she clamped a metal collar around it. Cold bite of the padlock snapped shut. “You’re mine now,” she whispered, and I thought my knees would buckle. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she leaned in. “Talk only when I let you. Got it?” I nodded, throat tight.

She stepped back, adjusting her gloves. “I want you to feel everything. Start with the edge, end in the void.” I didn’t ask what that meant. Not in her world. Her fingers curled around my neck, light at first—just pressure to test my limits. “You’re going to choke for me, little man. Real slow. Real deep. You like this, don’t you?” I couldn’t answer, just choked out a breathless nod. She laughed, low and wet, like water over stones.

Her hand squeezed tighter. Not violent, but enough to blur my vision. I gasped, fingers clawing at her wrist, but she just tugged a strapon from her hip and flicked the collar’s pressure points. “No fighting. Let me kill your air.” My brain flooded with heat—panic, want, everything mixed into a fever. She pressed her knuckles into my windpipe now, massaging the choke like it was a dance. “Rave-rave-rave—” I begged, words splintering into whimpers. She leaned in, mouth brushing my ear. “What was that? Speak properly.”

“Please, Raven, fuck me! Choke me! I need it!” I hissed, voice cracking under her grip. She laughed again, and the pressure spiked. My knees trembled. She slid her strapon into me then, slow and brutal, filling me while her other hand danced on my throat. “This is Femdom, sweetheart. You’re not in control. You’re just a cock waiting to cum for me.” Her fingers danced, thumb tapping the carotid artery. Darkness bit my sight. “Look at me,” she ordered, and I somehow forced my eyes open. She grinned, holding my life in her palms. “Good. Let’s go deeper.”

She tightened her thighs around my waist to steady herself, then her grip on my neck shifted—savage now. My air cut off in a rush. Panic surged, but she killed it with a slap to my face. “No comebacks, no thoughts. Just feeling.” I arched toward her, desperate for the release of more. She worked me like a puppet, pistoning into me while her hands played with my throat. The world narrowed to her grip, her breath hot on my neck as she snarled, “You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine.”

At some point, I blacked out. For a second. Or a minute. When I came back, her lips were at my pulse, kissing the spot she’d nearly closed off. “You fought too hard,” she scolded, switching to a gentler rhythm. I wanted to cry, but there was no air for it. Just her name in my head, over and over, a litany of surrender.

She released me when I could barely stand. Let me slump to the floor, collar still locked, as she tugged my hair and ordered me to kiss her feet. “Worship,” she said. I did, slobbering on her boots, tasting my own desperation. She let me for a long time, until my lips were numb, until my lungs begged for oxygen again. Only then did she unlock the collar. “Clean yourself up,” she said, tossing me a towel. “And remember: you begged for this. All of it.”

Afterwards, as I sat in my car, shaking, I checked my throat in the mirror. Bruises bloomed like dark flowers. It hurt, but I touched them anyway, replaying the way she’d ground into me while I drowned in her grip. If you want to know what real Femdom feels like—how it tastes to be owned—check out the video section at femdom-fetish.video. Some call it sick. Me? I call it salvation.

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