Canadian Mike
07-21-2009, 8:08 AM
A journey into pure suffocation
It was my birthday and frankly I just could possibly do anything more exciting than to have a session with Miss Monica. So I booked myself in for a 12-noon appointment with her. This would be my forth session with the divine Asian Goddess and frankly I was filled with my usual apprehension. You see I never know what she will do to me, as each session in the past was different. Miss Monica is definitely a somewhat sadistic and creative lady.
So as usual, I arrived at her apartment door. I lightly tapped it to let her know that I was there and as in the past she slowly opened and let me in. One commonality with Miss Monica is that there is very little time wasted once you are in her domain. One has enough time to remove the clothing then it simply starts. This session was no different in that respect.
Miss Monica ordered me to get on my knees. Once I was in her desired position, she pulled a pair of silky sheer pantyhose over my head. That was different as she always wears the pantyhose. It was simply impossible to see at that point. The smothering almost began the instant I was rendered sightless. My air supply was restricted with Miss Monica’s hands, breasts and stomach and all the while I could hear her giggling at my helpless predicament.
Soon after, under Miss Monica’s direction, I managed to somehow stumble my way to a chair that was positioned somewhere in the living room. Once I was seated, Miss Monica hastily cuffed my hands behind my back. She then proceeded to wrap what felt like thick rope around my upper body, firmly securing me to the chair. There was no doubt in my mind that in mere moments I was rendered completely helpless.
Well Miss Monica seemed to really get excited about my current situation; she simply ravished me in every way ensuring that I was constantly smothered. And through it all, she never stopped teasing me down there. I find It amazing when it comes to how this little lady can tease a manhood. She can put you right on the edge and seem to keep you there for what seems like eternity. Well, I soon felt like I was going insane with need. Remember, I was completely sightless throughout the ordeal thus far. So there I was a mere heap of moaning flesh, unable to fend for myself, constantly aware of the pressure down below and slightly fearful as to what might come next. As it turned out, I wasn’t going to wait long. This next situation both startled and scared me. Without warning, Miss Monica simply wrapped saran wrap around my head. She completely covered it. I started to suffocate almost instantly. Still in shock, I felt her step up the teasing of my lower regions. It was simply surreal! There I was completely immobile on that chair, a raging hard-on and suffocating. She is quite skilled at this. Just when I started to panic, Miss Monica, pushed a small hole in the saran right where my mouth was. I sucked in a couple of breaths before she smothered me again, this time with her hands. As time slipped by the saran started to really get tight on my head. I guess as it heated up it shrunk. My head soon felt like it was in a vice. Again I felt panic enter my body and at the right moment Miss Monica freed me from the crushing soft film.
Soon after, I felt this lovely Goddess untie my restraints. Still unable to see, I heard her instruct me to get on my knees and crawl to her. I made my way to where she stood using her voice as guidance. It was the familiar bedroom. I was laid on my back and soon after felt Miss Monica’s lovely bottom mush my face. It feels so divine in there. Her bottom was pretty much naked on my face. Of course I still wore the pantyhose on my head. More teasing down there, loads and loads of oil was poured all over me. I was simply reduced to a moaning fool. I felt so desperate to rid my body of the pressure down there.
The sensual suffocation continued. In the darkness of the pantyhose blindfold, I felt Miss Monica pull part of them up, just over my nose and mouth. I still couldn’t see as the pantyhose still covered my eyes. In silence I felt it. I swear my mind exploded in sensual, smothered lust. You see, Miss Monica simply settled her naked bottom right on my nose and mouth. It was a truly an unexpected, wild sensation as her bottom as also covered in oil. I quickly discovered that oil helps to make an excellent seal on a heated helpless face. I felt the throws of orgasm moments later as my body became completely overwhelmed.
My Birthday Session continued much like this….moments of pure delirium as my airways were seductively blocked. Desperation in the nether regions as Miss Monica continued to relentlessly tease and deny my throbbing manhood. Everything seemed to blend, I lost complete track of time. I had not idea as to how long she made me go without air. My body felt heavy and tired. My manhood felt used and abused. And throughout this amazing ordeal, I could clearly hear Miss Monica taunt and laugh at me. The final release down below was forced by the application of a vibrating tool. With my face completely smothered under my tormentor’s bottom, I squirmed and pleased with her. The constant humming and smothering eventually took effect and I felt my body squeeze out the very last drop of heated seed. Moments later, I found myself begging Miss Monica to stop, to release me from her sweet tormenting wrath.
So there you have it, session four. I am unsure how Miss Monica does it, but each session gets more intense and more creative. Despite the ordeal I am forced to experience I trust her. Miss Monica has proved her ability to truly subject a seat to the most intense ass to face suffocation and yet she knows exactly when to let up, when to let the much-needed fresh air to enter your burning lungs. And let’s not forget her apparent skills when it comes to tease and denial. I have never experience such an intense milking like this in my life. Even when I swear that I can’t cum again, Miss Monica proves me wrong.
I know that I will soon return for more.
It was my birthday and frankly I just could possibly do anything more exciting than to have a session with Miss Monica. So I booked myself in for a 12-noon appointment with her. This would be my forth session with the divine Asian Goddess and frankly I was filled with my usual apprehension. You see I never know what she will do to me, as each session in the past was different. Miss Monica is definitely a somewhat sadistic and creative lady.
So as usual, I arrived at her apartment door. I lightly tapped it to let her know that I was there and as in the past she slowly opened and let me in. One commonality with Miss Monica is that there is very little time wasted once you are in her domain. One has enough time to remove the clothing then it simply starts. This session was no different in that respect.
Miss Monica ordered me to get on my knees. Once I was in her desired position, she pulled a pair of silky sheer pantyhose over my head. That was different as she always wears the pantyhose. It was simply impossible to see at that point. The smothering almost began the instant I was rendered sightless. My air supply was restricted with Miss Monica’s hands, breasts and stomach and all the while I could hear her giggling at my helpless predicament.
Soon after, under Miss Monica’s direction, I managed to somehow stumble my way to a chair that was positioned somewhere in the living room. Once I was seated, Miss Monica hastily cuffed my hands behind my back. She then proceeded to wrap what felt like thick rope around my upper body, firmly securing me to the chair. There was no doubt in my mind that in mere moments I was rendered completely helpless.
Well Miss Monica seemed to really get excited about my current situation; she simply ravished me in every way ensuring that I was constantly smothered. And through it all, she never stopped teasing me down there. I find It amazing when it comes to how this little lady can tease a manhood. She can put you right on the edge and seem to keep you there for what seems like eternity. Well, I soon felt like I was going insane with need. Remember, I was completely sightless throughout the ordeal thus far. So there I was a mere heap of moaning flesh, unable to fend for myself, constantly aware of the pressure down below and slightly fearful as to what might come next. As it turned out, I wasn’t going to wait long. This next situation both startled and scared me. Without warning, Miss Monica simply wrapped saran wrap around my head. She completely covered it. I started to suffocate almost instantly. Still in shock, I felt her step up the teasing of my lower regions. It was simply surreal! There I was completely immobile on that chair, a raging hard-on and suffocating. She is quite skilled at this. Just when I started to panic, Miss Monica, pushed a small hole in the saran right where my mouth was. I sucked in a couple of breaths before she smothered me again, this time with her hands. As time slipped by the saran started to really get tight on my head. I guess as it heated up it shrunk. My head soon felt like it was in a vice. Again I felt panic enter my body and at the right moment Miss Monica freed me from the crushing soft film.
Soon after, I felt this lovely Goddess untie my restraints. Still unable to see, I heard her instruct me to get on my knees and crawl to her. I made my way to where she stood using her voice as guidance. It was the familiar bedroom. I was laid on my back and soon after felt Miss Monica’s lovely bottom mush my face. It feels so divine in there. Her bottom was pretty much naked on my face. Of course I still wore the pantyhose on my head. More teasing down there, loads and loads of oil was poured all over me. I was simply reduced to a moaning fool. I felt so desperate to rid my body of the pressure down there.
The sensual suffocation continued. In the darkness of the pantyhose blindfold, I felt Miss Monica pull part of them up, just over my nose and mouth. I still couldn’t see as the pantyhose still covered my eyes. In silence I felt it. I swear my mind exploded in sensual, smothered lust. You see, Miss Monica simply settled her naked bottom right on my nose and mouth. It was a truly an unexpected, wild sensation as her bottom as also covered in oil. I quickly discovered that oil helps to make an excellent seal on a heated helpless face. I felt the throws of orgasm moments later as my body became completely overwhelmed.
My Birthday Session continued much like this….moments of pure delirium as my airways were seductively blocked. Desperation in the nether regions as Miss Monica continued to relentlessly tease and deny my throbbing manhood. Everything seemed to blend, I lost complete track of time. I had not idea as to how long she made me go without air. My body felt heavy and tired. My manhood felt used and abused. And throughout this amazing ordeal, I could clearly hear Miss Monica taunt and laugh at me. The final release down below was forced by the application of a vibrating tool. With my face completely smothered under my tormentor’s bottom, I squirmed and pleased with her. The constant humming and smothering eventually took effect and I felt my body squeeze out the very last drop of heated seed. Moments later, I found myself begging Miss Monica to stop, to release me from her sweet tormenting wrath.
So there you have it, session four. I am unsure how Miss Monica does it, but each session gets more intense and more creative. Despite the ordeal I am forced to experience I trust her. Miss Monica has proved her ability to truly subject a seat to the most intense ass to face suffocation and yet she knows exactly when to let up, when to let the much-needed fresh air to enter your burning lungs. And let’s not forget her apparent skills when it comes to tease and denial. I have never experience such an intense milking like this in my life. Even when I swear that I can’t cum again, Miss Monica proves me wrong.
I know that I will soon return for more.