Canadian Mike
08-27-2009, 8:22 AM
Well I have returned from a much needed holiday. Would you believe that hardly a day went by that I didn’t think about my last session with Miss Monica? Session 6 was truly amazing as she honestly used almost everything but the kitchen sink to suffocate me. This session was the most intense to date and unlike other sessions in the past, it started out quickly. Once I had removed my clothing, Miss Monica instructed me to crawl across the living room floor to where she waited. She looked so sexy all dressed in a nurses uniform. She waited for me in the entrance of the quite familiar bedroom. As always, once a started to crawl between her slender long legs, Miss Monica stopped me half way to explore my most private regions of my naked form. God does she ever make me shivers when she does this. From there, it was onto the bed, but unlike the past, Miss Monica had a small table waiting for my head. She had lovingly placed a pillow on it for my comfort.
Once I was positioned to her liking, she straddled my eager face and smothered me with her silky pantyhose covered bottom. God it looks and feels so delicious in there dear readers. I became instantly lost to her smother and just wanted to remain there forever. Miss Monica kept me in this position for a little while, then, perhaps growing board with the position, she directed me onto my back. I hardly had any time to adjust my position before she pulled my arms back over my head and secured my wrists with what felt like hand some sort of hand restraint. I was instantly helpless, but also overjoyed. More smothering followed as Miss Monica settled herself onto my face in a nice reverse sitting. I felt my nose gently slip between her bottom cheeks, as her silky pantyhose seemed to caress my heated face. No air was to be found, but I was truly happy. As always, Miss Monica turned her attention to my lower regions. You know, I still can’t get over how wonderful this sensual touch feels. Her skilful hands soon had me completely lost to a world of smother and lust. I have to be honest with you all here, at that exact point in time, I was so consumed by what was happening to me that I wanted it to never end. I would have willingly died right there under Miss Monica’s delicious bottom and would not have cared a dam about it. Of course this teasing went on and on and the exquisite sensations soon became frustrating as the need for orgasm grew out of control. I think that Miss Monica loves to keep a slave in this state or physical torture as she always lets out little chuckles at my moaning.
At some point and I say at some point as all was a complete blur to me, Miss Monica released me from the wrist restraints and had me stand up. I must have looked a right state standing there completely naked, gasping for much needed air and displaying a raging hard on. Staying true to her creative self, Miss Monica produced a roll of saran wrap. Before I had a chance to fathom out what she was going to do, she had the upper part of my body completely wrapped up. Laughing at me now, Miss Monica gently assisted me back onto my back on the mattress. Smother time started again. What a sensation it was to be buried in her bottom again, not able to breath and definitely unable to move. As my body heated up the Saran became tighter and tighter on my arms and chest, which immensely added to the overall suffocating experience.
It all felt quite bizarre dear readers as Miss Monica just wouldn’t stop. At some point I just couldn’t hold back any longer and I felt myself gently slip into a euphoric orgasm. It was like the experience would never end as my body convulsed into post orgasm spasms. Of course this was achieved by Miss Monica’s constant and continued attention down there. In the past sessions, I had little difficulty producing numerous orgasms for Miss Monica, but for some reason, this day was more difficult. I tried to express this to my devote smother Queen, but like always, she just refused to let up. Her delicate hands and fingers continued teasing me down there and her lovely bottom remained fully seated astride my well-worn face. What can I say? As always, Miss Monica got her way. She forced me to orgasms countless times despite all of my muffled protests. This session was so exhausting. I felt flattened; perhaps even near death by the time it ended. My whole body felt so heavy and my lungs seemed too tired to such much-needed air into them. But it felt so glorious to me. Never have I felt so used, so smothered and suffocated before. Miss Monica is such a rare find for me.
I laid there and my loving Goddess gently caressed and massaged my worn out body. It felt truly divine. It was such a privilege for me to receive such tender care from such a divine creature. Like before, there was so much more to this session than spoke of here. I like to keep some of those moments o myself
She can be reached at dominantmonica@yahoo.ca
CM
Once I was positioned to her liking, she straddled my eager face and smothered me with her silky pantyhose covered bottom. God it looks and feels so delicious in there dear readers. I became instantly lost to her smother and just wanted to remain there forever. Miss Monica kept me in this position for a little while, then, perhaps growing board with the position, she directed me onto my back. I hardly had any time to adjust my position before she pulled my arms back over my head and secured my wrists with what felt like hand some sort of hand restraint. I was instantly helpless, but also overjoyed. More smothering followed as Miss Monica settled herself onto my face in a nice reverse sitting. I felt my nose gently slip between her bottom cheeks, as her silky pantyhose seemed to caress my heated face. No air was to be found, but I was truly happy. As always, Miss Monica turned her attention to my lower regions. You know, I still can’t get over how wonderful this sensual touch feels. Her skilful hands soon had me completely lost to a world of smother and lust. I have to be honest with you all here, at that exact point in time, I was so consumed by what was happening to me that I wanted it to never end. I would have willingly died right there under Miss Monica’s delicious bottom and would not have cared a dam about it. Of course this teasing went on and on and the exquisite sensations soon became frustrating as the need for orgasm grew out of control. I think that Miss Monica loves to keep a slave in this state or physical torture as she always lets out little chuckles at my moaning.
At some point and I say at some point as all was a complete blur to me, Miss Monica released me from the wrist restraints and had me stand up. I must have looked a right state standing there completely naked, gasping for much needed air and displaying a raging hard on. Staying true to her creative self, Miss Monica produced a roll of saran wrap. Before I had a chance to fathom out what she was going to do, she had the upper part of my body completely wrapped up. Laughing at me now, Miss Monica gently assisted me back onto my back on the mattress. Smother time started again. What a sensation it was to be buried in her bottom again, not able to breath and definitely unable to move. As my body heated up the Saran became tighter and tighter on my arms and chest, which immensely added to the overall suffocating experience.
It all felt quite bizarre dear readers as Miss Monica just wouldn’t stop. At some point I just couldn’t hold back any longer and I felt myself gently slip into a euphoric orgasm. It was like the experience would never end as my body convulsed into post orgasm spasms. Of course this was achieved by Miss Monica’s constant and continued attention down there. In the past sessions, I had little difficulty producing numerous orgasms for Miss Monica, but for some reason, this day was more difficult. I tried to express this to my devote smother Queen, but like always, she just refused to let up. Her delicate hands and fingers continued teasing me down there and her lovely bottom remained fully seated astride my well-worn face. What can I say? As always, Miss Monica got her way. She forced me to orgasms countless times despite all of my muffled protests. This session was so exhausting. I felt flattened; perhaps even near death by the time it ended. My whole body felt so heavy and my lungs seemed too tired to such much-needed air into them. But it felt so glorious to me. Never have I felt so used, so smothered and suffocated before. Miss Monica is such a rare find for me.
I laid there and my loving Goddess gently caressed and massaged my worn out body. It felt truly divine. It was such a privilege for me to receive such tender care from such a divine creature. Like before, there was so much more to this session than spoke of here. I like to keep some of those moments o myself
She can be reached at dominantmonica@yahoo.ca
CM