Unusually Breathes JK Girl

Bragging Mode: Rich Content, Weird Fetishes, Creative Ideas

Ever since we got the electronic control valve, the possibilities for playing with the breathing tube have leveled up again, and I’ve come up with new ideas for hiding the breathing port. I bought TOKIME a set of spring JK (Japanese schoolgirl) clothes and paired it with a backpack. The look was very girly. I made two holes at the bottom of the backpack and put the electronic control valve inside. TOKIME’s breathing tube still runs from the back of her neck down to her waist, connecting to the backpack’s port. Through the electronic valve, it links to the outside world again via another port on the opposite side of the backpack.

The long-lost desire to go out in disguise came back. This time, I challenged myself to go out during the day. For better camouflage, I used a realistic mask and added a sunproof face mask, which worked pretty well. The destination was a riverbank near a construction site—not too crowded. As long as no one got too close to observe, they wouldn’t notice TOKIME’s disguise. On the way there, I had her wear a helmet and goggles to cover up even more.

It just so happened that the sun was blazing that day, and the weather was quite stuffy and hot. After 20 minutes on the road, TOKIME was already feeling dizzy from the heat. When we got to the riverbank, I realized there were more people than expected, and to make things worse, there was an old man jogging back and forth along the bank.

TOKIME’s body also had a vibrating toy built in. After checking that no one was around, I turned on the vibration frequency. TOKIME was nervous—despite being stimulated by the vibrations, she didn’t dare make too much noise, just enduring it with faint gasps. From time to time, I’d activate the electronic valve, causing TOKIME—who was already struggling with the heat and stimulation—to lose her balance slightly. Each time, she’d desperately shake her head at me.

Outdoors, the remote for the electronic valve wasn’t very responsive. At one point, when I tried to turn it off, I kept pressing the remote, but it wouldn’t work. TOKIME was on the verge of losing it, so I had to quickly unplug the tube from her back. Later, when the people on the riverbank finally left, I felt at ease turning the vibration to max. TOKIME couldn’t stay standing for long and ended up squatting by the roadside, silently enduring it.

Including the travel time, TOKIME had been out in the sun for over an hour. Back home, I swapped her breathing tube for a new one, threading it out from her crotch this time. This way, she could hydrate. I brought over a bottle of yellow drink and inserted the exposed tube into the bottle full of liquid.

It was the first time trying such a long straw. I wasn’t sure if TOKIME’s suction power would be enough to get the drink to her mouth, but if she didn’t suck hard enough, she wouldn’t be able to breathe either. After a series of sucking sounds, the yellow liquid surged up the tube, followed by swallowing noises—she was drinking smoothly. But during this process, she couldn’t breathe at all. I timed it and removed the bottle when it was about right, though she still had to keep sucking to clear the drink from the tube to breathe again. As the liquid in the straw decreased, the pressure couldn’t hold, and the remaining drink flowed back down, accompanied by TOKIME’s rapid breathing.

Finally, it was time for the usual reward session, but this time it was a hardcore one. We tried out a newly arrived restraint cannon machine chair. TOKIME had never used a machine like this before and was a bit nervous at first. I started with the slowest speed to let her adjust. Soon, she got hooked and didn’t want to stop at all. I extended her breathing tube again, letting her drink while controlling the electronic valve. Holding two remotes to manipulate everything felt really satisfying. By the end, the restraint chair was soaked, and there was a puddle of mysterious liquid on the floor.