Erotic Sex Face Sitting

Face Squatting (Story by Bob)

The blonde Goddess Alexia always had a domineering streak, which she fully explored in her relationship with Bob. Previously, she ahd been involved in unfulfilling vanilla relationships, but when she met Bob at a fetish party, her true Femme-Domme side emerged. Sexually, she was in total control of the affair. And the primary way in which she asserted her authority was through the tactic of FACESITTING.

"lie down on the floor!" she commanded in her cruelest voice. "I don't want you to move. I am now going to smother you with my twat. I don't want you to fidget or move or breathe. Not even slightly. If you do, it will mean the end of the relationship. You don't want THAT, now, do you?" Bob, a total submissive, wanted nothing less than to lose the Goddess he had longed to serve all his life. So he gratefully submitted to her facesitting torture, as she covered his nose and mouth with her pussy. He was determined to serve his Mistress unto the end.

"Very good, my slave," she half-snarled, half-purred. Bob, who preferred to die rather than displease his beloved Mistress, did not fidget in the slightest as her fragrant cunt completely covered his mouth. The smell was overpowering -- it was as though his Goddess vaginal fluids were seeping into the very core of his being. By submitting to her suffocation, her torture, her Will, he was truly becoming a part of her. One with Her.

I hope my Goddess, my Empress, is pleased with my performance," he thought, even as his mind swam from the oxygen deprivation. Bob realized now that his one true purpose in this world was to serve. To serve HER. Seeking to vary her facsitting torture, Alexia turned around -- for one brief instant, he was allowed to gasp for air -- until she enveloped his face within the crease of her incomparable ass. She ground her brown booty-hole as firmly as she could into his much-abused noggin.

"Do you like what I am doing for you, slave?" asked Alexia as she thust her pelvic bone deep into his cheeks. "Do you understand the true majesty of the gift I am giving to you?" Bob understood, all right. We all have to go some time. And if Bob could choose, he could think of no better end than beneath HER end. This was the the finest, most glorious finale any subby-boy could ever hope for.

"Do you truly appreciate this?" Alexia asked. Bob nodded. He knew that this exquisite agony was his only way of demonstrating his love for this Ueber-Goddess, this blonde Titan who had favored his life with her presence. There was nothing he wanted more than to expire with the aroma of Alexia's divine shit-hole filling his nostrils. For no part of divinity is unholy; every aspect of a True Goddess was meant to be worshipped. Bob, grateful acolyte that he was, licked her arse, neither expecting nor wanting to be rewarded with the gift of air.

But he nonetheless felt air filling his lungs. She lifted his face unto the couch, hoping to find in this a more confortable suffocation position. But -- something happened. He twitched. Fidgeted. Bob tried to suppress the urge, but couldn't: The fidgeting was an autonomic response. "I'm sorry, my Goddess," he explained. "I love you and want to serve you." "Then why did you move?" she snapped. "Please bind me," he begged. "Then I won't be ABLE to move." A good idea! Alexia had rope handy -- she wouldn't be a proper Mistress if she DIDN'T have rope within easy reach at all times.

Before he was even aware of what had happened, the incomparable She had twined his knees with rope, and then knotted his wrists together. There was no getting away now. 'Good!' thougth Bob, for he knew -- as all true slaves instinctively know -- that his only true freedom was in bondage. Again, she planted her inescapable twat atop his mug, and ground down for harsh, violent pussy-suffocation. It was a test of endurance, and Bob soon ceased to care whether or not he ultimately passed the test.

Alexia dreamily rocked her voluptuous body atop Bob's head. Just a Bob had sunk into the depths of sub-space, she now knew the true heights of Domme-space -- that strange altered state of consciousness available only to the edgiest players within the BDSM community. She loved her slave, although she certainly had an unusual way of expressing her love. But she knew, and he knew, that her Domination, her total control of his air and of his life, was \ the greatest and most sensual gift she could ever give this man. Bob knew that this was more than he deserved, and he would remain grateful to his Goddess for the rest of his life.

His body slipped to the floor, as Alexia decided on one final session of full-out twat-suffocation. "I'm going to do it to you hard, this time -- harder than I ever have done it before," she explained. "Harder than ever before. If you can't take it, just say the safe word." This was her idea of a joke: They didn't play with safe words. And even if they had one, there was no way he could hope to utter anything. All he could do was swim in a sea of submissive ecstacy as the exquisite Alexia enveloped his nose between her labial lips. She bounced up and down on his head, forcing herself upon him with gleeful abandon.

Bob's universe disappeared. The world was gone. He no longer was bound by such concepts as time, space, gravity...the entire physical universe had vanished, replaced by the single all-encompassing Idea of ALexia. She was all. His everything. His lover, his Domme, His Deity, and -- should she so desire -- his killer. A Killer Angel. She looked down at her slave, and approved. He had been a good and worthy acolyte, worshipping her wet altar with his tongue. She smiled.

Finally, she decided to perform one final test. "I'm going to lift myself up now," she explained. "And when I do -- I don'[t want you to breathe. Not until I tell you to do so. Understand?" He tried to nod. She lifted herself -- and sure enough, he refused to breathe in, even though his lungs burned like Atlanta after Sherman, and every molecule in his body screamed for air. Air he would not allow himself. For he was Alexia's slave, and he was obedient to his Goddess.

"VERY good, slave-boy!" the Mistress said. "Excellent self-control. You may breathe now." The air that rushed into his lungs stabbed him -- he felt as though he had swallowed a thousand needles. And yet his body greedily sucked it all in. But he did not get enough air -- not nearly enough. Soon, she clamped her cunt back down on his face.

Round and round and round her body twisted and spun on his bruised noggin. Occasional, little driblets of oxygen would make its way into his mouth. For the most part, however, the suffocation torture was complete and awe-inducing. This was a slave offering service unto the end. Secretly, Alexia burned with pride that this insignicant creature had -- through her careful training -- accomplished such a thorough degree of self-abnegation. "He is mine, totally mine!" she thought. And, reading her mind, he allowed but one thought to swim through his consciousness: "I am hers. TOTALLY hers."

She lifted herself one final time. Once more, the air rushed into his bruised lungs. He hated the air almost as much as he needed it, for every second he breathed was a second that he did not orally serve his beloved Mistress. Her ass planted itslef once more firmly on his face. "I am so lucky to be so well-owned!" thought Bob. He repeated the phrase in his mind, knowing that this could be his final thought -- and could there possibly be a better end, than to die with praise for his Killer-Goddess swimming through his fading brain?

She ground herself into his face further. He had been deprived of air for long minutes now, and she sensed that the end was close. "Bob," she said softly, not even knowing whether or not he could hear her. "I know that you are close now. I am close to orgasm, myself. If I come before you die, you may live. If I do not, you will have the honor of allowing me to come using your dead face as a masturbation tool. Do you understand?" Bob understood. And as he passed into the blackness, he did not care whether he would wake up again. He did not care if he went before she came. All he cared about was serving the Goddess of Goddesses as thoroughly as he could. "I've pleased her! I've pleased her!" he thought triumphantly.

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