Face Sitting Fantasy
by BC Ted

I lie on the bed, patiently waiting while you shower.  You always
insist on showering before we play.  I am naked, lying on the bed face
up.  My head is towards the foot of the bed.  I hear the water shut
off.

Minutes later, you come into the room.  You are wearing your silky
black camisole.  You are also wearing matching black satin panties.
My mouth begins to water and my cock begins to harden as I think about
what is about to come.

Although I've asked you several times in the past, bondage games have
never interested you so you have not tied me up.  Tonight would be the
exception.  You have agreed to bind me, so that I can't stop you from
doing whatever you have planned.  You ask me to sit up, and place my
hands behind my back.  I comply (of course, I've been waiting for this
for ever).  You take a length of clothes line that I had prepared.
Quickly, you wrap it several times around my wrists, then cross over
and wrap a couple more times between them.  A quick bow and you are
finished.  You ask me to test out the bonds.  I gently pull with both
hands, then alternate, trying to slip out from the loops.  The cord
remains snug, but not too tight.  I admit that I am at your mercy.
"Not yet," you say, as you position a couple of pillows behind me and
gently help me lay down on them.  They help to keep the pressure off my
wrists.

You swing your leg over my body and straddle my tummy, facing my
feet.  "What's this?" you ask, as you feel yourself being poked by my
raging hard-on.  "Oh, just a little something I've been saving you," I
reply.  "Well, I'll have to try it out, but later.  I have something
else in mind first."  You scootch forward a bit, until you are sitting
right on my erection, and then you lean over and get another piece of
rope.  Quickly, you wrap my ankles, trapping my feet together.  "We
can't have you kicking me, now, can we," you say.  "Of course not," I
reply.  One last loop of rope around the bar I have attached to the
headboard and you are satisfied.  "Struggle," you command.

I roll about from side to side, pulling with both feet and hands.  I
am unable to move, being pinned beneath you.  I can't pull my feet up
from the bed, either.  "I think I'm pretty secure, thanks," I say.
"Let's find out for sure," you answer, proceeding to tickle my feet.
You know how much I can't stand to be tickled, and I struggle
mightily.  I squirm and pull, but can't get away from your tickling
fingers.  Finally (after a few seconds that feel like an eternity),
you stop.  "I guess you can't get away, after all," you say.  You know
that if I could have, I would have done anything to stop the tickling.

You slide slowly back, until you are perched on my chest.  Still facing
my feet, you can also now get at my cock.  You grab it and squeeze it,
testing it's hardness.  "My my," you say, "too bad I'm not ready for
this quite yet."  "What do you mean?" I ask.  I knew when you had
agreed to tie me up that sex was the main event we had planned for.
"I'm as ready as I'm going to get!"

"_I'm_ not quite ready, yet," you answer.  "I thought I might try
smothering you a bit, first."  I couldn't believe my ears.  You had
sat on my face a couple of times before, but never really seemed to
get into it.  You'd sit for a few seconds, and then immediately move
to my cock, claiming that it made you so hot you couldn't wait.  You
knew that I wanted you to really sit, and really smother me, but you
hadn't ever done it before.

"What ..." I croak out, amused in spite of myself at the funny tone
my voice was taking on.  My cock had suddenly gotten even harder in
your grasp (a fact which you couldn't help but notice).  "... do you
mean, 'a bit'?" I finally stammered out.  "Ohhh, I don't know, why
don't we find out?" you reply, as you pick up the stopwatch from the
headboard.

With this, you slide back some more, until your feet are on either
side of my head.  I can see your beautiful ass, still wearing the
satin panties, hovering slightly above my head.  "Let's start with
something simple, like about ten seconds," you say.  "Ready?"  You
start slowly lowering your ass.  I quickly take a deep breath, just in
time as your ass plops down on my face.  I hear you begin counting,
slightly muffled as your legs are against my head.  Your legs hold my
head still, so that I can't turn it.  Your ass presses down on my
face.  My nose is pressed into the crack of your ass, and I can feel a
moist spot over my mouth, from your pussy.  Of course, I can't lick
you because your panties are in the way.  You must have planned on
that, since you can't stand to be licked for more than a few seconds.

Slowly, you count to ten.  Then you lift up a few inches and I can
suddenly breathe again.  I inhale and exhale a few times and you ask
"Are you okay?"  "Yeah," I reply, "I'm just fine.  That was great."
"Okay, then, let's try for fifteen this time," you say and I quickly
grab a breath as you settle down again.

Slowly, the seconds tick by.  I can hear you count them off.  Fifteen
seconds doesn't sound like a long time, but when you're as out of
shape as I am, holding your breath for any length of time is
non-trivial.  Finally, you hit fifteen and rise up again.  I breathe.
It feels good.  I hear you say "Twenty, this time." and you start down
again.  Quickly, I inhale, just before your ass cuts off my breath
again.  Again, you count slowly, and rise up at twenty.  Again, I
catch my breath.  "Twenty-five," you announce, and sit again.  How far
are you going to go, I wonder, as I wait for you to count up to
twenty-five.

Twenty-five seconds.  Twenty-five seconds during which I am deprived
of air.  Twenty-five seconds, you sit on my face.  You finish your
count and lift slowly off of my face.  I catch my breath.  "Are you
still okay?" you ask.  "Yeah, I'm okay," I answer.  "Okay, thirty,
then." and down you come.  I barely have time to inhale and there's
your ass again, sealing off my nose.  Your pussy pressing against my
mouth.  Your voice, counting the seconds up to thirty.

Thirty is okay, I can hold my breath for thirty seconds, I think to
myself.  Funny, it's not so easy when someone else is holding it for
you.  Finally, you reach thirty and rise up.  I breath in and out a
couple of times and you quickly say "thirty-five," and down you come
again.  Unfortunately, for me, I'm not quite ready as I'm still
catching my breath from thirty.  I quickly inhale, and you're there,
pressing your ass against my face.  Slowly, it seems, although I know
you're closely watching the stopwatch, you count to thirty-five.  Up
you go and I breathe frantically.  "Fourty," you say, and I try to tell
you "I'm not ready yet," but it's too late.  Your pussy is on my mouth
and all that comes out is a "mmmmm" noise.

I start to squirm, trying to shift my head enough to catch a little
air.  You notice and hold my head a little tighter with your feet.
Your ass presses down a little harder.  I struggle with the ropes, but
if they can hold me when I'm being tickled, they can easily hold me
now.  I can't breathe.  I try to tell you that I need at least a
little air.  "Mmmmmmmmmm," I moan, and you press down harder.
Finally, you reach fourty and lift up.  I can't believe how sweet the
air tastes as I inhale and exhale rapidly.  "Are you alright?" you
ask.  "I wasn't ready," I gasp out, in between breaths.  "Too bad, _I_
was," you answer.  I can't believe you said that.  You've never acted
this way before.  "It sure felt nice when you tried to talk, down
there," you say.  "Let's try it again.  Fourty-five this time.  Okay?"

I'm not sure how to answer.  For all I know, if I say no, you'll do it
anyway.  "Just a minute," I gasp out, "I need to catch my breath."
"_I'm_ ready now," you say, and announce "fourty-five."  Again, you
descend onto my face.  I quickly inhale again, getting what I hope
will be enough air to last me fourty-five seconds.

I manage to last.  You reach the magic number of fourty-five and you
lift up again.  I breathe.  For some reason, fourty-five was easier
than fourty.  Maybe because I had more time to prepare.  "Fifty," you
announce, and down comes your ass again.  Fifty seconds.  I feel my
heart pounding in my ears.  I struggle.  I moan against your pussy.
Again, you respond by pressing harder against my face.  I struggle to
turn my head.  You hold it firmly.  I pull against my bonds, trying to
move enough to shift your position far enough to get some air.  I
can't.  Finally, you reach fifty.  You get farther up on your knees,
so you are several inches above my gasping face.  Looking between your
legs, you ask "Are you okay?"  Unable to stop gasping long enough to
answer, I wearily nod my head.

You get up from over me, and turn around.  Now you are standing on the
bed, straddling my chest again, but this time you're facing me.  You
slip your panties off.  Thank goodness, it's over, I think.  Wrong.
You kneel again, and your pussy is above my nose.  "Don't lick," you
order.  "If you lick me before I tell you to, I'll never do this
again."  You lower yourself.  "We're going to do sixty this time.  A
full minute.  Can you handle it?"  (What happened to fifty-five, I
wonder.)  "Yes," I answer, "I think I can."

You lower yourself.  You're an inch above my face.  I can smell your
womanhood, and it smells wonderful.  Your pussy is directly over my
nose, and your ass is over my mouth.  You reach down and spread your
pussy lips.  "Like what you see?" you ask.  "Oh, yes," I reply.
"Good," you say, "because it's the last thing you're going to see for
a full minute."  You lower yourself further.  Your spread pussy lips
engulf my nose and you let them shut around it.  You reach back and
spread your ass cheeks, sitting down against my mouth.  You begin to
count, but as you count, you are rubbing yourself on my face.  Back
and forth you rub, as you slowly count up to sixty.  I havn't held my
breath for that long in a long time, but I am so mesmerized by the
smells and tastes that I am unable even to struggle.  Before I know
what has happened, I find that I am untied.  You are sitting next to
me on the bed, holding me.  "Thank goodness you're okay," you tell
me.  "You didn't struggle, I had no idea you were going to pass out."
"Me neither," I tell you.

This text is Copyright (c) 1998 by BC Ted.  All rights are reserved.
