Thought for the day ...facesitting? (copied from general forum)

[Strict Susan]

She stretched out on the sofa, half asleep, sipping from her glass of brandy and enjoying the warm glow it gave her.

She had meant to be doing something else. What was it?
It really seemed too much effort to get up and leave the comfort of her living room.

Ah. Yes. That man tied to her bed.

What was his name? She shook her head as she tried to remember. It wasn’t important, and he could wait a little longer. He did, she thought as she relaxed, have rather a nice body. Not very muscular, not too fat, but just the sort of body that seemed to ask for pain to be applied to it.

She smiled. This was one that she would keep for a while - keep until she tired of him and felt like a change. He had, after all, signed the contract which clearly said he agreed she should dominate and abuse him, with the only stipulation being that she would cause no permanent damage to him. No time limit or anything like that. It wasn’t her fault, of course, that he had assumed she had meant to restrain him for perhaps an hour or so. It wasn’t her fault that he had thought she only wanted to tie him up and have sex with him.

So there was no rush. She could enjoy the comfort and take her time. He would wait. He had no choice......

[Strict Susan]

The hands on the clock were moving towards midnight before she moved again. Reluctantly she roused herself from the comfort of her living room and slowly climbed the stairs.

She moved quietly, not because she particularly needed or wanted to be quiet, but quite simply because she wanted to go on enjoying the peace of the evening.

There he was. Spreadeagled on his back on her bed, naked, with his wrists and ankles securely fastened to each corner. He was asleep.

Silently she removed her clothes, laying them neatly on a chair as she always did when she got ready for bed. She took her long black nightdress from the drawer and slipped it over her head, letting its comfortable silkiness fall about her. It was odd, she thought, how few men seemed to be able to understand how soft feminine things could co-exist with dominance; peculiar, in her mind, that they always expected the leather, the hard shininess of PVC or the resilient grip of rubber. It was positively bizarre, she reflected, that they all seemed to associate softness and beauty with submission and weakness.

She looked at him now, sleeping like a child with a contented expression on his face. It almost seemed a shame to wake him,

As she stood looking at him she ran her hands over herself, enjoying the silky feeling of the nightdress both under the touch of her fingers and as she pressed it to her body. Yes, she decided, she would wake him. There was a growing need in her, now she saw him, a need that she knew would not go away until she had satisfied it, a need which, unsatisfied, would grow into a compulsion that would demand her attention.

She moved to the side of the bed, and carefully raising her nightdress above her knees she climbed onto the bed and knelt astride him.

Still he slept.

She adjusted her position until her legs were either side of his head, and letting the nightdress fall around him she slowly lowered herself onto his face. As she pressed down onto him she felt him move, awake, panic.....................

[DU007]

...Just letting you know, I've found you here....and very much looking forward to the next instalment of this fine story, Strict Susan...

[Justeyesshowing]

DownUnder007 many thanks... I have favourite link directly to Facesitting forum so didn't even know about this section...

Thanks for the info...:D


Strict Susan, I too await any future additions to this tale with dare I say it "baited breath" :D

[Tagwyn]

Susan: You are surely sick?! Hope you get better. Tag

[Enforcer]

Tagwyn,

Fuck off

[swm_make_me]

Fagwyn can't help it if he hasn't evolved yet. It must be tough to see everyone else still have skin on their knuckles.