Canadian Mike
06-08-2009, 9:11 AM
It was a wonderful day outside as I slowly pulled up into the parking lot of Miss Monica’s apartment building. One could say that I was a little more nervous as I was last time, as I knew what to expect. Don’t get me wrong here; I was hopelessly thrilled to be seeing her again. Anyway, I was there at exactly 11:30am and I pressed her security code for entrance. Like before, it took mere moments to make my way to Miss Monica’s apartment. She quietly opened her door as I approached in the hallway. Session two had begun.
Miss Monica greeted be wearing a very sexy outfit. It was shiny and all white, with the exception of her black high heels. There she was, standing so close to me, looking so amazing and all I could think about was that this wonderful lady would soon be sitting on my face. There was little time to waste as Miss Monica gestured that I was to remove all of my clothing. As with the last and first session, she confidently walked across the room to the bedroom doorway and waited for me to get naked. On her instructions, I crawled over to where she stood and I could see her smiling at me as I made my way. Once I made my way to where Miss Monica stood, she had me go slowly between her long, long legs. I felt the silk of her sheer pantyhose lazily brush against my naked skin. I trembled as I felt Miss Monica’s hands gently explore my lower body. I physically shivered as the sensation pulsed through my helpless form.
Before I knew it, I found myself on my back on the same bed as before. I gazed up at my Temptress as she removed her black high-heeled shoes and made her way to where I lay. She stood directly above my face and stayed there, letting me take in the amazing view up her skirt. Lost to the moment, I instinctively reached for Miss Monica’s legs feeling the soft pantyhose that encased them. I was obviously out of my mind with desire at this point. All I could do was moan and stare up at her wonderful bottom.
Not a word was spoken at this point, but I sensed that Miss Monica was lowering herself downward towards my eager face. She sat on me as if she were settling into a nice warm bath. God it looked and felt so sensual as she lazily wrapped her bottom around my face. I wasn’t completely smothered at that point. I guess Miss Monica wanted her eager seat to have a moment to prepare to the smother. A few moments later, I began to feel the increased pressure as my Mistress settled herself more firmly on my face. With the pressure came the inability to breath….heaven!
T that very moment I felt so alive. All of my worldly troubles were forgotten. My world was nothing more than Miss Monica’s pantyhose bottom. It felt as if every fibre of my being was completely alert. As if to add to the intensity of the moment, Miss Monica began ever so gently caress me, paying close attention to my ever-growing manhood. The sensations that she creates are so amazing and so seductive. It’s simply impossible to resist.
So that’s how it went for a while…me occasionally gasping for much needed air and Miss Monica seductively torturing me with her ever so delicate touches. I was more or less aware that I was becoming a little light-headed, but I felt completely relaxed, content and so turned on. I’m not sure of the timeframe beneath the wonderful Goddess, but at some point I became desperate to relieve the burning pressure within my manhood. I heard Miss Monica playfully laugh at me as I attempted to grab myself down there. You see she refused to let me touch! Well, with all of my senses completely overwhelmed, the body lost to uncontrollable vibration and my lungs screaming to breath, I felt my heated seed spray all over my lower extremities. Miss Monica giggled at this spectacle and actually commented on how much I had spilled. But She didn’t stop smothering or touching me despite what had happened. All she did was clean it up a bit and pour some cool oil over it. And all the while, my head remained in place, tucked deep inside Miss Monica’s little pantyhose bottom.
For an unknown period of time that’s how it continued. I was flattened under Miss Monica and sensually milked me into pure exhaustion. She is so skilled at keeping a man sexually stimulated. Her delicate hands seemed tireless, the cool oil was limitless and throughout it all I remained lost beneath her little bottom. When I felt that I just couldn’t cum any more I tried to stop her, pull those hands away. When I did this Miss Monica restrained my trembling hands to my upper thighs with bondage straps. Again, creative and amazing!
Imagine for a moment, you are completely lost this way and so helpless to stop the seductive onslaught of such a tormentor. Would you be in heaven or in hell? I was definitely aware that I was growing weaker with every passing minute. You know, it is my opinion that this was a perfect session. To be truthful here, perhaps this was a session of all sessions. How could any red-blooded male here on this board refuse or escape such a blissful moment? To be so completely smothered by such a delicate, sexy long-legged and sensually seductive Asian lady, who could ever resist? Another observation, I think that Miss Monica truly enjoys tormenting a man this way as I swear that she never stopped giggling at me. Well I didn’t die, I came close to suffocating a few times, but I survived. I came to realize that a seat can trust Miss Monica when it comes to being smothered by her. I came to understand that she would let me get those much-needed snippets of air when I most needed them. I think that I was also more relaxed on this session, as I felt more trust in her ability to not kill me with her silky bottom. Well the one-hour session ended with me coming to terms with the fact that this body of mine had never been so completely drained of its essence before. Miss Monica has commented that I was like a teenager down there.
I hope that you all enjoyed my truthful account and that perhaps some of you might find the courage to contact Miss Monica to experience her for yourself. If any of you do, please let us all know how it went.
She can be contacted via this email address and she is located in Kitchener Ontario.
dominantmonica@yahoo.ca
Miss Monica greeted be wearing a very sexy outfit. It was shiny and all white, with the exception of her black high heels. There she was, standing so close to me, looking so amazing and all I could think about was that this wonderful lady would soon be sitting on my face. There was little time to waste as Miss Monica gestured that I was to remove all of my clothing. As with the last and first session, she confidently walked across the room to the bedroom doorway and waited for me to get naked. On her instructions, I crawled over to where she stood and I could see her smiling at me as I made my way. Once I made my way to where Miss Monica stood, she had me go slowly between her long, long legs. I felt the silk of her sheer pantyhose lazily brush against my naked skin. I trembled as I felt Miss Monica’s hands gently explore my lower body. I physically shivered as the sensation pulsed through my helpless form.
Before I knew it, I found myself on my back on the same bed as before. I gazed up at my Temptress as she removed her black high-heeled shoes and made her way to where I lay. She stood directly above my face and stayed there, letting me take in the amazing view up her skirt. Lost to the moment, I instinctively reached for Miss Monica’s legs feeling the soft pantyhose that encased them. I was obviously out of my mind with desire at this point. All I could do was moan and stare up at her wonderful bottom.
Not a word was spoken at this point, but I sensed that Miss Monica was lowering herself downward towards my eager face. She sat on me as if she were settling into a nice warm bath. God it looked and felt so sensual as she lazily wrapped her bottom around my face. I wasn’t completely smothered at that point. I guess Miss Monica wanted her eager seat to have a moment to prepare to the smother. A few moments later, I began to feel the increased pressure as my Mistress settled herself more firmly on my face. With the pressure came the inability to breath….heaven!
T that very moment I felt so alive. All of my worldly troubles were forgotten. My world was nothing more than Miss Monica’s pantyhose bottom. It felt as if every fibre of my being was completely alert. As if to add to the intensity of the moment, Miss Monica began ever so gently caress me, paying close attention to my ever-growing manhood. The sensations that she creates are so amazing and so seductive. It’s simply impossible to resist.
So that’s how it went for a while…me occasionally gasping for much needed air and Miss Monica seductively torturing me with her ever so delicate touches. I was more or less aware that I was becoming a little light-headed, but I felt completely relaxed, content and so turned on. I’m not sure of the timeframe beneath the wonderful Goddess, but at some point I became desperate to relieve the burning pressure within my manhood. I heard Miss Monica playfully laugh at me as I attempted to grab myself down there. You see she refused to let me touch! Well, with all of my senses completely overwhelmed, the body lost to uncontrollable vibration and my lungs screaming to breath, I felt my heated seed spray all over my lower extremities. Miss Monica giggled at this spectacle and actually commented on how much I had spilled. But She didn’t stop smothering or touching me despite what had happened. All she did was clean it up a bit and pour some cool oil over it. And all the while, my head remained in place, tucked deep inside Miss Monica’s little pantyhose bottom.
For an unknown period of time that’s how it continued. I was flattened under Miss Monica and sensually milked me into pure exhaustion. She is so skilled at keeping a man sexually stimulated. Her delicate hands seemed tireless, the cool oil was limitless and throughout it all I remained lost beneath her little bottom. When I felt that I just couldn’t cum any more I tried to stop her, pull those hands away. When I did this Miss Monica restrained my trembling hands to my upper thighs with bondage straps. Again, creative and amazing!
Imagine for a moment, you are completely lost this way and so helpless to stop the seductive onslaught of such a tormentor. Would you be in heaven or in hell? I was definitely aware that I was growing weaker with every passing minute. You know, it is my opinion that this was a perfect session. To be truthful here, perhaps this was a session of all sessions. How could any red-blooded male here on this board refuse or escape such a blissful moment? To be so completely smothered by such a delicate, sexy long-legged and sensually seductive Asian lady, who could ever resist? Another observation, I think that Miss Monica truly enjoys tormenting a man this way as I swear that she never stopped giggling at me. Well I didn’t die, I came close to suffocating a few times, but I survived. I came to realize that a seat can trust Miss Monica when it comes to being smothered by her. I came to understand that she would let me get those much-needed snippets of air when I most needed them. I think that I was also more relaxed on this session, as I felt more trust in her ability to not kill me with her silky bottom. Well the one-hour session ended with me coming to terms with the fact that this body of mine had never been so completely drained of its essence before. Miss Monica has commented that I was like a teenager down there.
I hope that you all enjoyed my truthful account and that perhaps some of you might find the courage to contact Miss Monica to experience her for yourself. If any of you do, please let us all know how it went.
She can be contacted via this email address and she is located in Kitchener Ontario.
dominantmonica@yahoo.ca