Canadian Mike
09-24-2003, 7:04 PM
You are about to embark on a journey with me. As you read these humble wards ask yourself what you might do if in such a situation. Lastly, humor me, is this a true account or false?
Here goes.
Part one
I won’t go into details about Christine, other than I met her on the internet and she wishes to remain anonymous. As mentioned, I met her on the net. After a few emails of fair introduction I stepped up the anti and just came out with it. I like to be facesat by a woman and deeply smothered. What a surprise I had with Christine’s response. She not only confessed to enjoying facesitting, but went on to describe something that I had never experienced with a woman. You see Christine like to add humiliation to her session by making her seat sniff her panties and feet. Doesn’t sound unusual to the facesit enthusiast does it? Allow me to go on. She prefers loads of notice before she meets a face because she likes to prepare herself properly for the sniffing. Christine usually wears the same pair of pantyhose for about a week. She wants to make sure that the face below really gets a good experience of smelling her womanly essence. And there’s more. She prefers her seat to be rendered totally helpless. This is always accomplished by completely wrapping the seat’s entire body from head to toe with cling wrap. Then as if to add insult to injury she always places a small peace of tape over the mouth. This was the poor smothered seat will have no other choice but to smell her.
I was truly stunned by this email, but just like the addict that I am, I was also thrilled that this lady was into smothering the way that I like and she didn’t want any money from me. All that I was required to do was rent a hotel or motel room. A few more emails and a little more organizing then I was off in my car heading towards Toronto.
It was a very hot afternoon and believe me I was having second thoughts about the whole ordeal. How did I know that this lady was sane enough not to snuff my ass with hers? What if the joke was on me and she wouldn’t even show up. Well after obtaining a room key I called Christine. She sounded quite excited by the whole ordeal and mentioned that she couldn’t wait to sit on me. An hour of so later, she arrived and the story begins.
Christine is a petite lady in her late thirties. She arrived all dressed up in a tight fitting, black mini skirt with a matching pair of black pantyhose. Her hair is about shoulder length and her bottom, although small looked shapely. We made small talked for a few minutes, but I could tell that Christine was anxious to get things started. She had me remove all of my clothing right down to my underwear. Then she pulled out her equipment from a bag. Christine wanted my hands close to my manhood adding that when the time came I could relieve myself. Then the saran wrap came out and I must admit I felt a little uneasy. She started at my shoulders, wrapping the cling film firmly on my skin. It felt strangely cool. After a few short moments, Christine had effectively immobilized me. I honestly could not move a muscle. I was so helpless that Christine even had to lower me onto the bed. She took her time making sure that I was centred on the bed and comfortable. As she laboured with moving me I had the occasional glimpse of her bottom, all encased in a sheer pair of black pantyhose. It looked very inviting indeed.
Now in perfect position, Christine excused herself and went into the bathroom. There I was, helpless, so very helpless with a woman that I didn’t truly know. All kinds of negative things came into my mind.
Here goes.
Part one
I won’t go into details about Christine, other than I met her on the internet and she wishes to remain anonymous. As mentioned, I met her on the net. After a few emails of fair introduction I stepped up the anti and just came out with it. I like to be facesat by a woman and deeply smothered. What a surprise I had with Christine’s response. She not only confessed to enjoying facesitting, but went on to describe something that I had never experienced with a woman. You see Christine like to add humiliation to her session by making her seat sniff her panties and feet. Doesn’t sound unusual to the facesit enthusiast does it? Allow me to go on. She prefers loads of notice before she meets a face because she likes to prepare herself properly for the sniffing. Christine usually wears the same pair of pantyhose for about a week. She wants to make sure that the face below really gets a good experience of smelling her womanly essence. And there’s more. She prefers her seat to be rendered totally helpless. This is always accomplished by completely wrapping the seat’s entire body from head to toe with cling wrap. Then as if to add insult to injury she always places a small peace of tape over the mouth. This was the poor smothered seat will have no other choice but to smell her.
I was truly stunned by this email, but just like the addict that I am, I was also thrilled that this lady was into smothering the way that I like and she didn’t want any money from me. All that I was required to do was rent a hotel or motel room. A few more emails and a little more organizing then I was off in my car heading towards Toronto.
It was a very hot afternoon and believe me I was having second thoughts about the whole ordeal. How did I know that this lady was sane enough not to snuff my ass with hers? What if the joke was on me and she wouldn’t even show up. Well after obtaining a room key I called Christine. She sounded quite excited by the whole ordeal and mentioned that she couldn’t wait to sit on me. An hour of so later, she arrived and the story begins.
Christine is a petite lady in her late thirties. She arrived all dressed up in a tight fitting, black mini skirt with a matching pair of black pantyhose. Her hair is about shoulder length and her bottom, although small looked shapely. We made small talked for a few minutes, but I could tell that Christine was anxious to get things started. She had me remove all of my clothing right down to my underwear. Then she pulled out her equipment from a bag. Christine wanted my hands close to my manhood adding that when the time came I could relieve myself. Then the saran wrap came out and I must admit I felt a little uneasy. She started at my shoulders, wrapping the cling film firmly on my skin. It felt strangely cool. After a few short moments, Christine had effectively immobilized me. I honestly could not move a muscle. I was so helpless that Christine even had to lower me onto the bed. She took her time making sure that I was centred on the bed and comfortable. As she laboured with moving me I had the occasional glimpse of her bottom, all encased in a sheer pair of black pantyhose. It looked very inviting indeed.
Now in perfect position, Christine excused herself and went into the bathroom. There I was, helpless, so very helpless with a woman that I didn’t truly know. All kinds of negative things came into my mind.