"Hey, Mister. I think I have been overreacting a bit here. Looks like I'm not getting any deeper anymore." you say and then add in a more seductive tone: "Actually, this does not feel so bad, so I'm in no hurry to get out anymore either. But I could still use some company. How about it, big boy?" You know from experience there are ways for the two of you to have fun in a situation like this, even if you cannot go very deep. While maintaining eye contact with your boyfriend you reach behind your back and undo your bikini top. Slowly you let it slip off, smiling at his open-mouthed expression. You are well aware that he loves it when you get all nude in a bog for him, and you do not mind either. The air is warm with high humidity, and there is nobody else around for miles, so you continue with your bikini bottom - pulling teasingly at the string until it comes off. You throw your bikini a little ways towards him, landing it on the spongy ground out off both his as well as your own immediate reach. You know you are pushing all the right buttons on him, the growing bulge in his bathing trunks serves as confirmation to that. He should step onto the moss and get over to you any second now. His smile tells you so. You cover your breasts and your clit with your arms and continue in that seductive voice: "Come. Come and g.." That sentence however is aborted by the bog suddenly taking you down to your hips. You look down and see yourself sinking again. It feels different from your earlier sinks in other bogs. It is as if the sponge had a crack that was growing and allowing your own body and the surrounding loose peat to fill it. You make the transition back to damsel mode: "Maybe I was a little hasty to say I'm not sinking anymore. Can you get me out of here, Mister? Please!"
Tom answers to your pleadings: "Don't worry! I'll figure something out. But first I shall return this favor." Then he strips down his bathing trunks and puts his erection into plain sight. He tosses the trunks into the bog towards the bikini. Now all the clothing either of you has brought is resting there on the soft moss outside your reach. On your earlier sinks he usually did not strip before he was well into the mud. You are quite satisfied that he has followed your lead, and you are looking forward to seeing him sink even more now. Kneeling down at the edge he tries throwing the rope, though it is obviously useless. "Just how did you get this far into the bog?" he asks. You almost laugh at this feeble attempt with the rope, not just because of it's futility, but also because he is not even looking at the rope as he throws it, he is looking at you all along - observing your belly as it slowly disappeared into the mire. You do some struggling from time to time, partly for the show, but also to prevent your descent from stopping again, before you reach floatation point. The mud feels good on your skin, and you could hardly wait to see your boyfriend get closer and join you. You long to see him step onto the unstable moss, wondering whether it would carry his weight as far out as it has carried yours. In your mind's eye he is already sinking, struggling to get closer with his well-trained body becoming more and more engulved in the mud. He does various sports and always keeps in shape and you are glad about that, even though the only kind of sport you care about personally is what you are doing right now - struggling in a bog. With another sudden drop you sink to your breasts. You put both arms on the surface and allow the bog to support your firm, perky breasts a little, a view that Tom would certainly enjoy. "Don't struggle! You're only making yourself sink faster!" he urges and you call back: "Help! Don't let me drown here! Please, do something!". Tom is still examining the bog's edge, occasionally probing the moss with one foot and keeping up conversation. All the time he is also observing you and how you are still sinking deeper. The peat is now touching the nipples on your breasts. You wait a little longer until your chest is almost gone, then push down with both hands against the boggy surface, causing that part of your body which Tom is so fond of, to briefly reemerge. You then kept the hands in the bog, pretending they are now stuck there. All the while your pleading and Tom's stalling goes on. You are growing quite excited, because you have rarely been able to sink this deep without helping it along. The mire now reaches your armpits and you are still sliding in deeper. At the same time you are also getting a little worried. That odd cold, watery feeling down at your feet is something you have never experienced before and you are not quite sure what to make of it. You lift your arms back to the surface, but that costs your another few inches and sends you down to your shoulders into the bog. You wait for a moment, expecting to float and stop sinking, but that does not happen. Then you tell your boyfriend: "Help me! I'm still sinking, Tom!" You try to hold onto some of the moss that has been so supportative earlier, but when you shift your weight onto it, it breaks and lets your hand slide through. You do so repeatedly with the patches of moss within your reach, but only succeeded in pulling yourself up to your armpits, while damaging the innocent plantlife all around you. Your boyfriend is still just observing, though you are now seriously trying to get out. "Come on! Move it! I might drown here." you say with some anger. He is still playing, calling you "Miss" or "Lady". "Dammit, get me out of here, Tom!" is the line you use as the bog reclaims your shoulders. Even that does not work on him, and you know you need the safeword. You and Tom agreed on one back on your first sink, but there has never been any need for it. If only you would remember it now. Stress situations and long term memory usually don't go too well with one another and you are no exception to that. You try to calm down and finally remember what you have been wanting to say, then you blurt out the word "Bumblebee!" followed by "Help me, Tom!". Tom's pleased expression suddenly turns into a puzzled one accompanied by the question: "What?". That's when you realize he has forgotten it, too. "Our safeword. Bumblebee, dammit! Now help me!" you replied with your shoulders disappearing into the quivering peat. It takes a few moments to dawn on Tom: "Are you in trouble, Amy? I mean, for real?" You usually thought it kind of cute, that he could be so slow to grasp things, but not this time. No, certainly not this time. "Yes! Deep trouble. Now don't just stand there!" you snap back at him.
You look for something - anything - to hold onto and find a patch of moss behind you that is intact though partially submerged. In an attempt to stop your sink, you hold onto it with one hand careful not to damage it. Your descent stops as you have hoped, but your heart sinks anyway, when you see Tom performing a very foolish act. He is carelessly running across the unstable surface towards you. You warn him: "Careful! Tom! Get down, spread your weight!" But he does not listen. The spongy ground quivers in response to his steps and even though you very much hoped to see him sink not so long ago, you would rather not have that happen now. In fact a few minutes ago, you would also have very much enjoyed seeing him running around on the moss naked, risking to break through any moment. But this is serious now, and he should know better than doing something so reckless. "Tom! Slow down! You have to be careful!" you keep calling, but he ignores it. He almost stumbles and falls once, but that does not slow him down much and just when you are getting your hopes up that he might actually make it, his left leg vanishes down to its knee between the moss. He falls forward and gets down onto his right knee. The situation does not look good, but it also could be worse. He should be able to free his leg. And he has come pretty close, too. This should still work, if he keeps cool now. "Tom! Keep pulling steadily. Just take care not the damage more of the moss that supports you, and you'll be fine." you advise, but he still would not pay attention to your words. He just says "Amy, hold on! I'm coming.", while he frantically tugs at the leg. Then he tries to get more leverage by placing his right foot onto the moss carpet and pushing down. Before you can warn him not to do that, he is already stuck with both his legs down to his knees. Despite your advise, he keeps struggling like a first-time sinker and suddenly is swallowed to his upper thighs. This is not going too well and you try to come up with new ideas that might help. You have by now realized that this whole place is floating on water and that you are sinking through. There have even been some spots of bare water off in the distance, possibly holes in this floating layer of peat and moss where one might in theory swim and reemerge.
Trouble is, in your current position you cannot see those holes anymore, you only have a vague idea where they should be - far away, and you would have to get down through completely, before you could hope to dive to them. You just know you cannot do it. Even Tom, though he can hold his breath very long and dive great distances, would not make it. So you keep this idea to yourself and think of other ways to get out. He goes deeper quickly while struggling and soon his bare, still erect member is enveloped as well. You are worried, but also a little angry. Your boyfriend first would not listen to you, when you ask for his help, and then, when he finally comes to your rescue, he would not listen to anything you say either. But finally he pays some attention when you shout "Spread your weight!". He lies down on the surface before him. Though he is facing you and you cannot see past his upper body lying in front of you, you still have the feeling that he is getting deeper. The uncertainty in his voice when he says "Don't move, Amy! I'll get you." adds to that feeling. You tell him to proceed carefully and you can see that he is now doing as you say. Slowly he crawls closer to you. While watching him, you are still thinking of an alternative rescue plan. Maybe by carefully shifting some more of your weight onto the moss, that you are holding onto underneath the bog's surface, you can slowly float up. But you would have to be very careful. If you tear this patch from the large body of the plant that was forming the green carpet all around, your last chance to pull yourself out would be gone. He is still much too far away for you to reach, when he says "It's not working. I just keep sinking through." That's when you decide to give your new plan a try. Even if it works it might take a long time for you to free yourself, and at this rate your boyfriend might go under before then. So you tell him to stay calm, but again he does not listen. Quite to the opposite, he is now trying even harder to get himself out. You are leaning back onto the submerged moss cushion, allowing the bog to take a little more of your neck, while the rest of your body slowly floats upward. It is working, you can feel your feet slowly rising, but as yet you are not certain, whether your cushion would remain intact indefinitely. You try to explain to Tom and calm him down, but he just will not stay still. His macho ego probably cannot accept, that he might actually be saved by you, instead of the other way around. So he has to keep trying even though it is obviously useless. He is heavier and there is simply no way he can drag himself back onto the soft moss. By now he is already down to his shoulders and still sinking. Actually you cannot see his shoulders anymore, patches of moss and other small plantlife are partially obstructing the view. All you see is his head, but you can imagine the rest. You have continually told him to stop struggling, and it looks like he finally heeds your advice again. He ss still sinking, albeit slower now. You are making some good progress, your shoulders and the back of your head are resting on the mossy patch, while the rest of your submerged body is suspended at an angle of roughly 45 degrees and slowly floating up. He is sinking out of your field of view and you feel it necessary to say something reassuring, now that you have lost eye-contact with him: "Tom, stay calm! I'll get us out. Just hold on a little longer." You want to go on and make him understand what you are doing, but then he starts telling you how sorry he is for all this. He apologizes for leading you here and for his carelessness. You do not really think an apology is necessary and think this is just as much your fault as it is his, but you let him talk anyway, because you can tell he is still breathing as long as he does. You are coming closer to freeing yourself by the minute and finally dare to pull one foot up and place it on the layer of moss opposite to your cushion. Now you can distribute your weight even better and find yourself lying in the soft peat, almost like in a cozy bed. Next you have to drag yourself away from this hole in the moss mattress, you have created. You try to reach the green lifesafer behind you with both arms while pushing against it on the other side with your feet. It works and you feel the soft moss slide under your back, but at the same time your feet have lost contact with the other edge of the hole and your legs and behind are slowly going down again. You want to take it slow and by placing your weight correctly prevent yourself from sinking as you have done before. "I love you, Amy." Tom says. He has been talking the whole time, but with this sentence he stops. You cannot see him, but that does not have to mean, he has gone under. Your weight is after all causing a slight depression in the moss and you cannot yet rise up and see to his hole in the moss cover. "Tom? Are you still there? Tom?!" you ask but there was no reply. Then you roll over onto your belly and continue with your extraction as quickly as you can. You feel the cushion you have used earlier fall apart and some more of the moss carpet is damaged by you as you drag yourself onto it. It is a bit reckless, but you gain spongy ground faster than you lose it. At last you come free from the peat. It has been exhausting and normally you would like to rest now, but there is no time for that. You see Tom's hand going under, hurry around the boghole you have just escaped from and towards his fingers that are just slipping under. You are moving on all fours as quickly as you can, but do not arrive in time before Tom's hand disappears. "No! Don't leave me!" you say in terror and reach into the peat with one hand while lying down on the spongy green beside it. You feel something, grab it. It is him. At first you want to pull, but then realize that he is already doing that, and you have to take care not to get pulled in or damage the surface you are lying on. So you just stayed still, trying to distribute your weight evenly and staying out of the dark peat.
His hands are moving up your arm until eventually a head appears gasping for air. You are so relieved. "Tom, you're alive. I thought I was too late. I'm so glad you're ok. Let's get you out of there." you say. He is still wiping peat out of his face. You think it looks kind of cute on him. His left hand is still holding onto your upper arm.
(wake up)