Canadian Mike
12-07-2003, 12:23 PM
I can't honestly say why I crave experiences beneath differnt womens bottoms. I just do. There is simply no doubt that i am more than excited to be face sat by Veronica. And yet, I feel the stiring inside when a new oportunity comes my way. Some here have stated that they have experienced smothering facesits beneath some attractive ladies bottoms and some not so attractive. Well, here's my confession.
part 1
Does anyone out there recall a magazine from the eighties called "Club International"? I used to buy it every month just to read one man's articles. His name was Carl Steiner and he was a well-known writer who became a self-proclaimed specialist in the realm of extreme fetishes. He would often take his devote readers on a descriptive journey into the fetish world and intricately describe some of the most shocking deeds. As time went on Carl began to focus on the short life of a man called Bruno Kalmann. He examined this mans fate explaining how he was slowly hypnotized and enslaved by the true dominance of a very sadistic German lady. I remember reading one of Steiner's particular articles that spoke of an event in Bruno's life where he had met this lady for the first time. The article went on to tell the readers of how Bruno helplessly endured a day beneath a woman of a large stature and how he became totally overwhelmed by her pungent feminine scent and truly voluptuous form. Steiner analyzed all Bruno's lost emotions as he was forced to endure this woman's wrath and made a comment that even despite this woman's apparent unattractiveness poor Bruno was helplessly lost to the exquisite lure of his own pent up lust. You see, his manhood had betrayed him at a time where he knew that should have taken a stand and ran for the hills. Steiner continued and graphically informed his faithful readers of how this obese and quite unclean woman would take her time while sitting astride the man's helpless face and gently torture his air passages with her full globes of bottom flesh. She also had knowingly forced him to breath her very pungent and musky odours. The article also went on to say that she had a fever for milking a man's penis. On this very day, she took delight in this torment. As every moment passed she repeatedly milked Bruno's helpless manhood and forced him to cum over and over again. By the time Bruno's session was over this woman had clearly etched her will and natural dominance over his body and soul. It was like she now owned him. Steiner's story concluded to say that when it was all over and Bruno left the company of this woman a free man Bruno had actually confessed to feeling sick to his stomach and swore that he would never return to endure such vile treatment. And yet just a mere few days later he openly confessed to falling to an undeniable urge that was simply too unbearable to deny. He had returned to her and soon afterwards signed a contract of slavery, which eventually ended his very life. I bet some of you are wondering where I am going with this. Be patient, as all will be revealed. On to my story and confession.
This will no doubt be a different story from what I usually write. Even now as I sit here typing the words I can't truly believe what I had done that evening. My day had started like most when I have a prearranged appointment with the delicious Veronica. I was quite anxious and definitely horny with the longing to once again be under her heavily scented, panty covered bottom. All was going to plan until lunch time when I stumbled on an add in the adult personal section in my local newspaper. The classified add seemed to stare right back at me. There wasn't anything special about this add, other than it had indicated that the advertiser was a lady of colour and large. So, only for simple curiosity, I called the listed number on my drive home from work. It felt innocent enough really and let's face it, I was still very anxious to meet Veronica at 8:30pm. The voice on the other end seemed a little stern and even unemotional. When I tried to discuss my desire for facesitting it was as if she was almost uninterested. Then I heard her describe herself to me, a potential customer, age 35, large breasted, about 5 feet tall, all in a robotic and uninteresting tone. I thought to myself that the only good thing about this woman is that she is here, right in my town. Anyway, I said thanks and hung up the phone. I can't honestly explain why I foolishly called the woman back later that same evening at 7pm. I was actually on my way to visit Veronica in Toronto. Feeling quite tense, I just came right out with it and asked her if she would sit on my face. In a deep and raspy smokers voice she replied by saying that facesitting is an acceptable request and informed me of the cost for this service, which turned out to be quite inexpensive. I still can't believe what I did next. I swear that I had agreed to an appointment before I even realized that I had. After receiving the directions I called the sweet Veronica and give her a lame excuse for not attending my 8:30 appointment.
I arrived at the motel feeling really nervous about the whole thing and almost didn't knock on the door. When I did knock and this lady opened it to great me I swear that part of me wanted to turn and run. Perhaps if I wasn't feeling so horny and in such desperate need for a smothering I might have been sensible and ran away. Well like a fool, I entered within her mercy domain and accepted my fate. As this lady had to casually described to me on the phone earlier that day, she was quite short, however, she appeared to be much older than 35 and quite unattractive. Dressed in a long black dress and a pair of black high heels one could clearly see that she had quite a stomach hidden under the stretchy fabric. Now I honestly stumbled to figure out how I was going to get out of this mess without making a scene. So even though I felt ripped of I reluctantly handed over my hard earned money and entered the little room. This is where the whole evening turned extreme. The mystery lady called herself Ebony. Once our casual introductions were finished she slowly approached where I stood and wrapped her soft arms around my waist. As she glued her body to mine she began to give me a bit of a hug. Then without a word Ebony started to gently rub her body up against mine. Not knowing what to do or say, I just sort of reached down to cop a feel of her bottom. My hands reluctantly felt the shapely girth beneath the coarse fabric of her black skirt. I swear that even at this point I was still trying to come up with an excuse to leave. But I had trouble finding the right words that would let me go without causing a situation. Ebony still unaware of my emotional battle continued with her gentle rubbing and gyrating and to my truthful surprise I found myself getting hard. Obviously once she discovered my protrusion she centred her attention on it and upped the anti by deeply pressing and massaging it through my pants. I was lost now somewhere between anxiety and lust. Then in her rough smoky voice, Ebony spoke to me and began telling me of how I will soon become her "ass slave". More gyrating and more descriptions of how she will smother me like no other and force me to suffocate under her black ass. I felt a little lost at this point as she was truly such a turn off for me, a woman who I wouldn't even consider giving a second look on a street. And yet despite this I couldn't pull away or make any protest.
Should I continue?
part 1
Does anyone out there recall a magazine from the eighties called "Club International"? I used to buy it every month just to read one man's articles. His name was Carl Steiner and he was a well-known writer who became a self-proclaimed specialist in the realm of extreme fetishes. He would often take his devote readers on a descriptive journey into the fetish world and intricately describe some of the most shocking deeds. As time went on Carl began to focus on the short life of a man called Bruno Kalmann. He examined this mans fate explaining how he was slowly hypnotized and enslaved by the true dominance of a very sadistic German lady. I remember reading one of Steiner's particular articles that spoke of an event in Bruno's life where he had met this lady for the first time. The article went on to tell the readers of how Bruno helplessly endured a day beneath a woman of a large stature and how he became totally overwhelmed by her pungent feminine scent and truly voluptuous form. Steiner analyzed all Bruno's lost emotions as he was forced to endure this woman's wrath and made a comment that even despite this woman's apparent unattractiveness poor Bruno was helplessly lost to the exquisite lure of his own pent up lust. You see, his manhood had betrayed him at a time where he knew that should have taken a stand and ran for the hills. Steiner continued and graphically informed his faithful readers of how this obese and quite unclean woman would take her time while sitting astride the man's helpless face and gently torture his air passages with her full globes of bottom flesh. She also had knowingly forced him to breath her very pungent and musky odours. The article also went on to say that she had a fever for milking a man's penis. On this very day, she took delight in this torment. As every moment passed she repeatedly milked Bruno's helpless manhood and forced him to cum over and over again. By the time Bruno's session was over this woman had clearly etched her will and natural dominance over his body and soul. It was like she now owned him. Steiner's story concluded to say that when it was all over and Bruno left the company of this woman a free man Bruno had actually confessed to feeling sick to his stomach and swore that he would never return to endure such vile treatment. And yet just a mere few days later he openly confessed to falling to an undeniable urge that was simply too unbearable to deny. He had returned to her and soon afterwards signed a contract of slavery, which eventually ended his very life. I bet some of you are wondering where I am going with this. Be patient, as all will be revealed. On to my story and confession.
This will no doubt be a different story from what I usually write. Even now as I sit here typing the words I can't truly believe what I had done that evening. My day had started like most when I have a prearranged appointment with the delicious Veronica. I was quite anxious and definitely horny with the longing to once again be under her heavily scented, panty covered bottom. All was going to plan until lunch time when I stumbled on an add in the adult personal section in my local newspaper. The classified add seemed to stare right back at me. There wasn't anything special about this add, other than it had indicated that the advertiser was a lady of colour and large. So, only for simple curiosity, I called the listed number on my drive home from work. It felt innocent enough really and let's face it, I was still very anxious to meet Veronica at 8:30pm. The voice on the other end seemed a little stern and even unemotional. When I tried to discuss my desire for facesitting it was as if she was almost uninterested. Then I heard her describe herself to me, a potential customer, age 35, large breasted, about 5 feet tall, all in a robotic and uninteresting tone. I thought to myself that the only good thing about this woman is that she is here, right in my town. Anyway, I said thanks and hung up the phone. I can't honestly explain why I foolishly called the woman back later that same evening at 7pm. I was actually on my way to visit Veronica in Toronto. Feeling quite tense, I just came right out with it and asked her if she would sit on my face. In a deep and raspy smokers voice she replied by saying that facesitting is an acceptable request and informed me of the cost for this service, which turned out to be quite inexpensive. I still can't believe what I did next. I swear that I had agreed to an appointment before I even realized that I had. After receiving the directions I called the sweet Veronica and give her a lame excuse for not attending my 8:30 appointment.
I arrived at the motel feeling really nervous about the whole thing and almost didn't knock on the door. When I did knock and this lady opened it to great me I swear that part of me wanted to turn and run. Perhaps if I wasn't feeling so horny and in such desperate need for a smothering I might have been sensible and ran away. Well like a fool, I entered within her mercy domain and accepted my fate. As this lady had to casually described to me on the phone earlier that day, she was quite short, however, she appeared to be much older than 35 and quite unattractive. Dressed in a long black dress and a pair of black high heels one could clearly see that she had quite a stomach hidden under the stretchy fabric. Now I honestly stumbled to figure out how I was going to get out of this mess without making a scene. So even though I felt ripped of I reluctantly handed over my hard earned money and entered the little room. This is where the whole evening turned extreme. The mystery lady called herself Ebony. Once our casual introductions were finished she slowly approached where I stood and wrapped her soft arms around my waist. As she glued her body to mine she began to give me a bit of a hug. Then without a word Ebony started to gently rub her body up against mine. Not knowing what to do or say, I just sort of reached down to cop a feel of her bottom. My hands reluctantly felt the shapely girth beneath the coarse fabric of her black skirt. I swear that even at this point I was still trying to come up with an excuse to leave. But I had trouble finding the right words that would let me go without causing a situation. Ebony still unaware of my emotional battle continued with her gentle rubbing and gyrating and to my truthful surprise I found myself getting hard. Obviously once she discovered my protrusion she centred her attention on it and upped the anti by deeply pressing and massaging it through my pants. I was lost now somewhere between anxiety and lust. Then in her rough smoky voice, Ebony spoke to me and began telling me of how I will soon become her "ass slave". More gyrating and more descriptions of how she will smother me like no other and force me to suffocate under her black ass. I felt a little lost at this point as she was truly such a turn off for me, a woman who I wouldn't even consider giving a second look on a street. And yet despite this I couldn't pull away or make any protest.
Should I continue?