smothercalgary
10-05-2010, 5:40 AM
Hope everyone enjoys!
It was a glorious sunny, early-fall, morning, a great day to take a drive to meet a wonderful friend and Mistress at her home. We had planned for 10am and well I am simply not one to ever be late for a scheduled appointment. I had decided to leave home at 8:30am, figuring that the commute would be murder on a Monday morning. Well I was wrong! I actually arrived a half hour early! I decided to send Elle a quick text just to let her know that was I here and would go for a coffee. Well Elle’s text message came right back stating that it was ok for me to come right to her home. Ok, before I get into the story I want to say something. Believe it or not, even though I was coming to visit Elle specifically for a facesitting session, it still felt like I was coming to spend a few hours with a valued friend. You see, she and I have been email pals for about two years now.
I soon after parked my car in her driveway and went to knock on the front door. To my surprise, Elle opened it before I got a chance to knock. She greeted me inside wearing her bathrobe, explaining that she had only just got out of her shower. I love this lady’s amazing eyes. They are so vibrantly alive and filled with such confidence. I swear that she often seems to look right into my very soul. We hugged a little and after a brief chat we went upstairs as Elle needed get dressed. Oh almost forgot to mention, with me being so early, that I had invited her for a tea at a Tim Hortins that was located close to where she lived. I managed to somehow distract myself, as she casually got dressed, by checking in on her two wonderful cats. However, at one point I saw Elle in her pantyhose. They were so shiny and sheer looking. Oh my god she looked so amazing that I honestly felt weak in the knees. I couldn’t help but think that soon my face would be completely lost beneath Elle’s shapely bottom. I have to say that she has such a perfectly shaped bottom for easily suffocating an eager face. I digress here. Well, moments later Elle added to her already alluring pantyhose look by pulling on a pair of form fitting black yoga pants. Now with me feeling severely flustered, we left for our morning refreshments. There I was sitting across the table from this amazing woman desperately trying not to think about her very shapely bottom, her amazing pair of shiny pantyhose and what she would soon do to me. Believe me it was such a difficult task.
After our refreshments and me talking up a storm, Elle had indicated that we should leave and before I knew it, we heading back at her home. I not sure as to why, but I felt really nervous now. The car was parked and we were back in her home. Of course Elle appeared to be completely calm. She went to her fridge and poured a glass of water for “later”. Then we made our way upstairs to the bedroom. With my heart pounding furiously in my chest, I stood there completely lost as I saw her take of those very tight Yoga pants to put on a silky black skirt. She then spent a couple of moments getting the bed ready for my sitting. I was honestly out of minded with all kinds of mixed emotions at this point. I was so worked up with anticipation of Elle sitting on me that I swear that I was physically trembling!
I nervously climbed onto the bed and got comfortable as humanly possible as Elle slowly positioned herself for the “sitting”. What an amazing sight Elle made as she started to get ready to sit herself down onto me. I gazed up and thought that at very that moment it would be ok with me if I were to never be allowed to breathe again! Elle’s bottom looked absolutely amazing in her flesh coloured shimmering pantyhose. All I could do was gaze up in complete silence and I watch her slowly lower herself down onto my face. Elle seemed to sit on me as if she were gently settling herself into a nice warm bath. It felt so amazing as her pantyhose bottom softly wrapped itself around my face gently cutting off all of my air supply. My suffocation had begun.
I laid there in the silence of the room listening to my heart race and sensing the growing tension in my lungs. Elle’s lovely bottom remained in a relaxed state completely covering every inch of my lucky face. It was as if I was buried alive by her warm sensual pillow. Elle honestly is a natural when it comes to facesitting and smothering a seat. I say this because she seemed to know exactly when to lift her wonderful bottom off me. I somehow sensed that she wasn’t afraid to DOMINATE me this way. I say this because in my experience most sitters are afraid that the seat will suffocate in a few seconds. Well Elle wasn’t scared of this; in fact she seemed to enjoy pushing my limits with breath play. Every now and then, I would be given a mere split second to replenish the spent air in my lungs before she gently tucked me back inside her suffocating erotic prison. After a while enduring the continued sensual sitting I simply lost all track of time. My whole world became consumed by Elle’s sitting. I just laid there trying to time my next breath and struggling to keep myself calm.
Sometimes Elle would climb off me for a few moments, perhaps to allow me to recuperate a little. When she did this for me she would sit beside me and caress my forehead ever so gently. I felt so enthralled by all of her delicious treatment. You see, here Elle was being gentle and calming to me, but once seated she proved herself to be an adept “suffocator” who was relentless in preventing her foolish seat from getting even the slightest of breath. There were times when I felt light-headed from the constant restriction of my air supply. This sensation brought mixed emotions to me. Part of me felt thrilled that Elle had felt comfortable enough to have taken her smothering to such a level. The other part of me felt somewhat scared, somewhat unsure if I would get enough air to stay awake.
I have to say that Elle’s sitting is quite different than other facesitter’s like Shawna. I say this because with Shawna, her session is quite a sensual and erotic, where the emphasis is on pushing my limits with breath play as well as the amounts of times she can get me to orgasm. With Elle, the session is that of pure power exchange. I give up my desire to be in control to her by giving control of my life’s breath to her magnificent bottom. It is a session of pure trust. I say this because I wouldn’t even consider reaching back and pushing her off my face if desperation were to fill my body. Like I have said, Elle’s session is quite different, but I confess to stating that it is also as if not more exciting than Shawna’s. Just take a moment and imagine laying there completely engulfed by the most amazing bottom that you have only dreamt about and it is all dressed up in a pair of ultra sheer pantyhose. You are fully aware that the delicious bottom is also clearly slowly suffocating you. As the seconds slip by the desperation and internal struggles grow more and more intense. You also feel an uncontrollable arousal stir within yourself, down below. I have discovered that the combined sensations and powerful emotions eventually cause me to become disorientated as a seat. Basically, I end up struggling to calm so many emotions; perhaps this is a desire to show off to Elle, prove to her what a great seat I am, show her just how long I can hold my breath. Of course eventually I end up desperately trying to stay the panic that quickly grows within. As if to add insult to injury, I soon after discover the growing desire inside that is surging inside my foolish male form inflating that part of my anatomy and urging me to release it. Believe me this is such a traumatic and very erotic moment for me as a seat.
I briefly recollect Elle climbing off me and turning on a fan in the bedroom. She wanted to help me keep cool. The funny thing is, I laid there beneath her feeling the nice, fresh and cool air lazily blowing on my entire body, but I couldn’t get any of it into my lungs. What a tease that fresh cool air was, but also what an amazing sitting Elle had so carefully provided me.
As the session continued on with me constantly buried beneath Elle’s amazing bottom, I sensed a change in my psyche. It was like a strong calming came over my very being. I still felt light-headed, but now I also felt a sweet calmness rather than the normal panic. It felt as if the world outside seemed to no longer exist. My world became nothing more than Elle’s amazing bottom constantly pressing against my face. All that excisted now was the heat between us and darkness. I smile here as I remember how Elle would occasionally rock her bottom on me or reposition it against my face as she continued with her vigil to keep my chances at a breath at bay. And sometimes it was nothing more in the quiet room than Elle’s soft, reassuring voice encouraging me to hang in there and wait a little longer. Hmm writing these words brings it all back to me. It was all so very exciting indeed.
I am not sure when this event occurred, but at some point in my divine smother session with Elle, she ever so casually straddled my abdomen and presented her bosom to my somewhat tired face. I just laid there in complete awe as I saw her lower this shapely breast down onto my face. Darkness engulfed me and once again and my air supply was effectively cut off. Elle’s ample breasts were soft and seemed to just mold into my face. Each attempt to suck in air just met with even more warm and inviting flesh. It was as if every time I tried to breath Elle’s bosom sucked tighter to my face. As I laid there Elle encouraged me to massage her feet. It felt nice to just lay there, suffocate and feel her delicate toes through her amazingly soft pantyhose. I think that she really enjoys torturing me this way.
When the session finally came to an end I was simply just too exhausted to even accomplish the simplest of tasks like lifting myself up off the bed. Elle seemed to anticipate that I would be in such a condition. She tenderly helped me sit up and gave me a little drink of cool water. A little later, we both sat on the edge of the bed and discussed the experience of facesitting and smothering. I confessed all to Elle in as much detail as I thought possible. I tried to explain that she truly is a natural when it comes to the divine art of sitting on a seat. I respectfully commented on her amazing bottom, how comfortable it felt pressed onto my tired face and how amazed I was at how her bum really did cut off all if my air supply. As we continued to talk about the delicious experience from both sides, Elle just casually stretched out her lovely hose covered legs and propped her delicate feet into my lap for me to caress. I can’t really say why, but it just felt natural for me sit there and massage Elle’s wonderful hose covered toes. In fact, I actually felt honored to do this for Elle. We continued to chat about the “event” and she casually mentioned that at one point I had gone 1.5 minutes without a breath. Elle also confessed to enjoying the moments when I struggled to get air beneath her wonderful bottom. Can you imagine that, sitting with this lady, listening to her freely talk about an amazing smother session so naturally, like it was nothing out of the ordinary? I felt truly privileged to be there with Elle, truly privileged indeed.
I was so lost sitting there with Elle that I hadn’t noticed the time. Well time has passed us by and I had promised to take her out for lunch. So I gathered my composure and Elle put on her amazing form fitting Yoga pants again. Off we went in my car to find a place to eat. She had decided on an elegant restaurant for out much needed lunch. As with the last time we went out for lunch, Elle requested a “booth”. Hmm I have to smile here, you see as we sat there chatting away she just casually offered her feet for me to caress. Amazing! I sat there feeling so flushed and completely distracted as I felt her moist silky soles with my trembling hands. I’m not sure how I managed it, but I some how ate most of my lunch. Well, for me it was all over just too quickly. Our amazing time together had simply flown by. I drove this wonderful lady back to her home. We exchanged a warm hug and we departed company. As I drove back home I found myself reflecting on my day with Elle and came to appreciate just how fortunate I am to know her as a friend and of course to have her use me as her seat. What a great day it was!
It was a glorious sunny, early-fall, morning, a great day to take a drive to meet a wonderful friend and Mistress at her home. We had planned for 10am and well I am simply not one to ever be late for a scheduled appointment. I had decided to leave home at 8:30am, figuring that the commute would be murder on a Monday morning. Well I was wrong! I actually arrived a half hour early! I decided to send Elle a quick text just to let her know that was I here and would go for a coffee. Well Elle’s text message came right back stating that it was ok for me to come right to her home. Ok, before I get into the story I want to say something. Believe it or not, even though I was coming to visit Elle specifically for a facesitting session, it still felt like I was coming to spend a few hours with a valued friend. You see, she and I have been email pals for about two years now.
I soon after parked my car in her driveway and went to knock on the front door. To my surprise, Elle opened it before I got a chance to knock. She greeted me inside wearing her bathrobe, explaining that she had only just got out of her shower. I love this lady’s amazing eyes. They are so vibrantly alive and filled with such confidence. I swear that she often seems to look right into my very soul. We hugged a little and after a brief chat we went upstairs as Elle needed get dressed. Oh almost forgot to mention, with me being so early, that I had invited her for a tea at a Tim Hortins that was located close to where she lived. I managed to somehow distract myself, as she casually got dressed, by checking in on her two wonderful cats. However, at one point I saw Elle in her pantyhose. They were so shiny and sheer looking. Oh my god she looked so amazing that I honestly felt weak in the knees. I couldn’t help but think that soon my face would be completely lost beneath Elle’s shapely bottom. I have to say that she has such a perfectly shaped bottom for easily suffocating an eager face. I digress here. Well, moments later Elle added to her already alluring pantyhose look by pulling on a pair of form fitting black yoga pants. Now with me feeling severely flustered, we left for our morning refreshments. There I was sitting across the table from this amazing woman desperately trying not to think about her very shapely bottom, her amazing pair of shiny pantyhose and what she would soon do to me. Believe me it was such a difficult task.
After our refreshments and me talking up a storm, Elle had indicated that we should leave and before I knew it, we heading back at her home. I not sure as to why, but I felt really nervous now. The car was parked and we were back in her home. Of course Elle appeared to be completely calm. She went to her fridge and poured a glass of water for “later”. Then we made our way upstairs to the bedroom. With my heart pounding furiously in my chest, I stood there completely lost as I saw her take of those very tight Yoga pants to put on a silky black skirt. She then spent a couple of moments getting the bed ready for my sitting. I was honestly out of minded with all kinds of mixed emotions at this point. I was so worked up with anticipation of Elle sitting on me that I swear that I was physically trembling!
I nervously climbed onto the bed and got comfortable as humanly possible as Elle slowly positioned herself for the “sitting”. What an amazing sight Elle made as she started to get ready to sit herself down onto me. I gazed up and thought that at very that moment it would be ok with me if I were to never be allowed to breathe again! Elle’s bottom looked absolutely amazing in her flesh coloured shimmering pantyhose. All I could do was gaze up in complete silence and I watch her slowly lower herself down onto my face. Elle seemed to sit on me as if she were gently settling herself into a nice warm bath. It felt so amazing as her pantyhose bottom softly wrapped itself around my face gently cutting off all of my air supply. My suffocation had begun.
I laid there in the silence of the room listening to my heart race and sensing the growing tension in my lungs. Elle’s lovely bottom remained in a relaxed state completely covering every inch of my lucky face. It was as if I was buried alive by her warm sensual pillow. Elle honestly is a natural when it comes to facesitting and smothering a seat. I say this because she seemed to know exactly when to lift her wonderful bottom off me. I somehow sensed that she wasn’t afraid to DOMINATE me this way. I say this because in my experience most sitters are afraid that the seat will suffocate in a few seconds. Well Elle wasn’t scared of this; in fact she seemed to enjoy pushing my limits with breath play. Every now and then, I would be given a mere split second to replenish the spent air in my lungs before she gently tucked me back inside her suffocating erotic prison. After a while enduring the continued sensual sitting I simply lost all track of time. My whole world became consumed by Elle’s sitting. I just laid there trying to time my next breath and struggling to keep myself calm.
Sometimes Elle would climb off me for a few moments, perhaps to allow me to recuperate a little. When she did this for me she would sit beside me and caress my forehead ever so gently. I felt so enthralled by all of her delicious treatment. You see, here Elle was being gentle and calming to me, but once seated she proved herself to be an adept “suffocator” who was relentless in preventing her foolish seat from getting even the slightest of breath. There were times when I felt light-headed from the constant restriction of my air supply. This sensation brought mixed emotions to me. Part of me felt thrilled that Elle had felt comfortable enough to have taken her smothering to such a level. The other part of me felt somewhat scared, somewhat unsure if I would get enough air to stay awake.
I have to say that Elle’s sitting is quite different than other facesitter’s like Shawna. I say this because with Shawna, her session is quite a sensual and erotic, where the emphasis is on pushing my limits with breath play as well as the amounts of times she can get me to orgasm. With Elle, the session is that of pure power exchange. I give up my desire to be in control to her by giving control of my life’s breath to her magnificent bottom. It is a session of pure trust. I say this because I wouldn’t even consider reaching back and pushing her off my face if desperation were to fill my body. Like I have said, Elle’s session is quite different, but I confess to stating that it is also as if not more exciting than Shawna’s. Just take a moment and imagine laying there completely engulfed by the most amazing bottom that you have only dreamt about and it is all dressed up in a pair of ultra sheer pantyhose. You are fully aware that the delicious bottom is also clearly slowly suffocating you. As the seconds slip by the desperation and internal struggles grow more and more intense. You also feel an uncontrollable arousal stir within yourself, down below. I have discovered that the combined sensations and powerful emotions eventually cause me to become disorientated as a seat. Basically, I end up struggling to calm so many emotions; perhaps this is a desire to show off to Elle, prove to her what a great seat I am, show her just how long I can hold my breath. Of course eventually I end up desperately trying to stay the panic that quickly grows within. As if to add insult to injury, I soon after discover the growing desire inside that is surging inside my foolish male form inflating that part of my anatomy and urging me to release it. Believe me this is such a traumatic and very erotic moment for me as a seat.
I briefly recollect Elle climbing off me and turning on a fan in the bedroom. She wanted to help me keep cool. The funny thing is, I laid there beneath her feeling the nice, fresh and cool air lazily blowing on my entire body, but I couldn’t get any of it into my lungs. What a tease that fresh cool air was, but also what an amazing sitting Elle had so carefully provided me.
As the session continued on with me constantly buried beneath Elle’s amazing bottom, I sensed a change in my psyche. It was like a strong calming came over my very being. I still felt light-headed, but now I also felt a sweet calmness rather than the normal panic. It felt as if the world outside seemed to no longer exist. My world became nothing more than Elle’s amazing bottom constantly pressing against my face. All that excisted now was the heat between us and darkness. I smile here as I remember how Elle would occasionally rock her bottom on me or reposition it against my face as she continued with her vigil to keep my chances at a breath at bay. And sometimes it was nothing more in the quiet room than Elle’s soft, reassuring voice encouraging me to hang in there and wait a little longer. Hmm writing these words brings it all back to me. It was all so very exciting indeed.
I am not sure when this event occurred, but at some point in my divine smother session with Elle, she ever so casually straddled my abdomen and presented her bosom to my somewhat tired face. I just laid there in complete awe as I saw her lower this shapely breast down onto my face. Darkness engulfed me and once again and my air supply was effectively cut off. Elle’s ample breasts were soft and seemed to just mold into my face. Each attempt to suck in air just met with even more warm and inviting flesh. It was as if every time I tried to breath Elle’s bosom sucked tighter to my face. As I laid there Elle encouraged me to massage her feet. It felt nice to just lay there, suffocate and feel her delicate toes through her amazingly soft pantyhose. I think that she really enjoys torturing me this way.
When the session finally came to an end I was simply just too exhausted to even accomplish the simplest of tasks like lifting myself up off the bed. Elle seemed to anticipate that I would be in such a condition. She tenderly helped me sit up and gave me a little drink of cool water. A little later, we both sat on the edge of the bed and discussed the experience of facesitting and smothering. I confessed all to Elle in as much detail as I thought possible. I tried to explain that she truly is a natural when it comes to the divine art of sitting on a seat. I respectfully commented on her amazing bottom, how comfortable it felt pressed onto my tired face and how amazed I was at how her bum really did cut off all if my air supply. As we continued to talk about the delicious experience from both sides, Elle just casually stretched out her lovely hose covered legs and propped her delicate feet into my lap for me to caress. I can’t really say why, but it just felt natural for me sit there and massage Elle’s wonderful hose covered toes. In fact, I actually felt honored to do this for Elle. We continued to chat about the “event” and she casually mentioned that at one point I had gone 1.5 minutes without a breath. Elle also confessed to enjoying the moments when I struggled to get air beneath her wonderful bottom. Can you imagine that, sitting with this lady, listening to her freely talk about an amazing smother session so naturally, like it was nothing out of the ordinary? I felt truly privileged to be there with Elle, truly privileged indeed.
I was so lost sitting there with Elle that I hadn’t noticed the time. Well time has passed us by and I had promised to take her out for lunch. So I gathered my composure and Elle put on her amazing form fitting Yoga pants again. Off we went in my car to find a place to eat. She had decided on an elegant restaurant for out much needed lunch. As with the last time we went out for lunch, Elle requested a “booth”. Hmm I have to smile here, you see as we sat there chatting away she just casually offered her feet for me to caress. Amazing! I sat there feeling so flushed and completely distracted as I felt her moist silky soles with my trembling hands. I’m not sure how I managed it, but I some how ate most of my lunch. Well, for me it was all over just too quickly. Our amazing time together had simply flown by. I drove this wonderful lady back to her home. We exchanged a warm hug and we departed company. As I drove back home I found myself reflecting on my day with Elle and came to appreciate just how fortunate I am to know her as a friend and of course to have her use me as her seat. What a great day it was!