pinmedown
09-17-2006, 2:08 PM
(I'm not sure whether true stories are supposed to go here or into the stories forum, so I'm posting this here. Hopefully, I picked the right one.)
Recently, I completed building my own smotherbox. It took rather a long time to build, but I figured for the prices they want for real ones that I could probably build the same thing for significantly less. It took a couple of months' worth of spare time to build.
The last thing I did was test sitting on it myself, and noticed that because I'd made the top part with overhangs, getting to close to the edge would make it start to tip one way or another. I was concerned about my neck... so I added a "backboard" to it which bolts up to the bottom of the box, long enough so that when you're lying in it, the board extends out to below your shoulder blades. A nice side-effect of this is that if you're locked into it, it makes it impossible to get up.
So, I set a date with a couple of girls whom I know whom I've done facesitting with before, and brought the box over (I got a large duffel bag with luggage lock to carry it in).
The first of these girls, I'll call her Anita, is in her mid-20's, standing about 5'5" in her platform shoes. She could be described as a suicide girl... and has a complexion that makes her look perennially tanned (or maybe that's intentional), long black hair that comes most of the way down her back, dark mesmerising eyes, and what I call "curves from hell". I've known her for years, and have had lots of great times with her.
The second, I just met recently, I'll call Elise. She's looks to be in her mid-late 30's has nearly identical height and figure with a much lighter complexion, slightly longer than shoulder-length hair dyed red (her natural color is probably more of an auburn), and wonderful full, toned thighs. I totally dig the thick black mascara that she wears... and the fact that she owns a really nice chopper and rides for fun.
I arrived at Elise's place with the duffel slung over my shoulder. Elise greeted me at the door and invited me in, and informed me that Anita was already there. I stepped inside and found them drinking Coronas.
Having read about noface's idea of making that bet with a girl, decided to propose the same thing with them - betting that they couldn't forcibly get me locked in the box. More on that later.
Elise stepped away, as I talked with Anita. She wore a shiny silky fabric black dress thing that went down just to her hips, black cotton lace-trimmed panties, and her new "skull" platform shoes (there's skull artwork on the upper part). As we were talking, this urge washed over me to get down on my knees and kiss her feet. So that's exactly what I did, while she stood by the counter having her Corona. Our casual small talk continued - her telling me that she'd just gotten a pedicure. I kissed her feet moving from one to the other, kissing up to just above her knees and back down again - getting incredibly turned on.
Then she walked over to another spot in the room with her back to me raising that little dress thingy up showing me her gorgeous pantied backside. Still on my knees, I crawled over almost instinctively, and began kissing her ass, twisting side to side to work my face deep in to the soft cotton fabric, inhaling her sweaty, intoxicating scent. I'd keep my face buried in there all day long, looking up at the curve of her back, and her black hair - if I only I could hold that position indefinitely. Waves of relaxed arousal washed over me as she stood there accepting my worship - the goddess that she is.
Just about then, I heard Elise who had just returned, behind me saying "Wow that's a sight. He's got his face all the way in there". I think it might have been the first time I'd been watched while worshiping Anita's ass... on one hand I felt a little awkward - there was a small part of me that wanted to stop... my overwhelming desire to keep my face in there was just far too strong. That initial feeling of awkwardness transformed into even more arousal as I came into acceptance of the fact that Elise was watching us, and that I just didn't want to stop. Anita pulled the back of that little dress down over the back of my head and pulled me in tight.
Elise decided she wanted me to worship her ass too... so Anita stepped away, and I started to turn to which Elise said "no.. just stay right there". She came in front of me, in stockings rolled down to her knees and blue panties, as Anita was just seconds before. She pushed, wiggling into my face, as I complied working myself in deep, scent filling me up again. I kissed and inhaled for all I was worth as she gyrated her hips side to side and back and forth - her ass cheeks envelopeing my face.
I just loved the contrast.... Anita standing strong and aloof - expectant of my compliant submission, Elise gyrating into my face - like hammering into me the point of our respective positions.
I think about then Elise stepped away again, and I was left looking up at Anita, as I crawled onto a comforter and some pillows they had placed on the floor. The assembed smotherbox nearby. Anita motioned to a spot on the floor, and said "Lie down there". I lied down, with my head toward the pillows, a slightly different position than she'd motioned. "What did I tell you -- right there!" she said more firmly motioning the direction she had before. I apologized to her and moved to the spot where she wanted me. As she moved down on top of me she said, "What's wrong with you? I mean, its not like you're deaf!". "Arms up" she said, and I placed my arms so that my hands were face-up just over my head. She came down quickly pinning my arms down, placing her knees on my hands, and I was thrust into darkness as she came down full weight, my air suddenly cut off.
Anita, long ago, had come up with this deal - where I would wiggle my fingers if I needed air, unless she was reverse, then I had to wiggle my toes. She told me not to move my fingers unless I absolutely needed air. Countless times in the past, I've had to wiggle after too short a time, and I end up apologizing while I caught my breath. This time was no different as I was breathing heavy when she initially came down. She raised up and I caught my breath, and this time, got myself nice and relaxed before she came down again and the darkness returned. The second time most other times after that, I stayed down longer. I've learned that if I relax, don't move and don't panic I can go longer and longer without making her have to get up to allow me some air.
Then, Elise walked up, a set of wrist and ankle cuffs in hand. She straddled my chest, and strapped the cuffs around my wrists, pulling on them to check that they were on tight enough - I thought I heard her say in a low tone "now he's screwed". And then did the same with my feet. She turned around facing me again with those gorgeous thighs wrapped around my body - just at the bottom of my ribcage and said "Okay, let's see if we can get him into that box."
Sneaky - I wasn't expecting it, and thrashed around as her thighs held me in place... it was clearly useless as Anita set the box under my head and Elise just pushed me down into it. The lid was closed, and I heard the latch on the side click shut. They then unhooked my wrist cuffs, and attached them to the eyelets on either side of the box.
Next thing I know, I see Anita coming down onto my face, and now my air was really cut off. She would occasionally lift up just enough so that I could inhale with a lot of effort.
Then they switched places and Elise sat down on me - even harder than Anita had. She sat on me in a forward postion and slid back occasionally my field of vision framed on three sides by the sight of her thighs and those light blue panties. That visual - immobilized beneath her mixed in my head with the thought of how they had deviously gotten the upper hand getting me in there - it just put me over the edge.
The remainder of my time with them was spent in that position. I've never experienced a smotherbox before -- and the fact that they tricked me in getting me forcibly into it was just an incredible turn-on.
Eventually, they let me out and for that visit at least, I had officially earned a new nickname - "Box Boy". My first time in a smotherbox, and I suspect the first time for them using one too, and had a wonderful time.
Recently, I completed building my own smotherbox. It took rather a long time to build, but I figured for the prices they want for real ones that I could probably build the same thing for significantly less. It took a couple of months' worth of spare time to build.
The last thing I did was test sitting on it myself, and noticed that because I'd made the top part with overhangs, getting to close to the edge would make it start to tip one way or another. I was concerned about my neck... so I added a "backboard" to it which bolts up to the bottom of the box, long enough so that when you're lying in it, the board extends out to below your shoulder blades. A nice side-effect of this is that if you're locked into it, it makes it impossible to get up.
So, I set a date with a couple of girls whom I know whom I've done facesitting with before, and brought the box over (I got a large duffel bag with luggage lock to carry it in).
The first of these girls, I'll call her Anita, is in her mid-20's, standing about 5'5" in her platform shoes. She could be described as a suicide girl... and has a complexion that makes her look perennially tanned (or maybe that's intentional), long black hair that comes most of the way down her back, dark mesmerising eyes, and what I call "curves from hell". I've known her for years, and have had lots of great times with her.
The second, I just met recently, I'll call Elise. She's looks to be in her mid-late 30's has nearly identical height and figure with a much lighter complexion, slightly longer than shoulder-length hair dyed red (her natural color is probably more of an auburn), and wonderful full, toned thighs. I totally dig the thick black mascara that she wears... and the fact that she owns a really nice chopper and rides for fun.
I arrived at Elise's place with the duffel slung over my shoulder. Elise greeted me at the door and invited me in, and informed me that Anita was already there. I stepped inside and found them drinking Coronas.
Having read about noface's idea of making that bet with a girl, decided to propose the same thing with them - betting that they couldn't forcibly get me locked in the box. More on that later.
Elise stepped away, as I talked with Anita. She wore a shiny silky fabric black dress thing that went down just to her hips, black cotton lace-trimmed panties, and her new "skull" platform shoes (there's skull artwork on the upper part). As we were talking, this urge washed over me to get down on my knees and kiss her feet. So that's exactly what I did, while she stood by the counter having her Corona. Our casual small talk continued - her telling me that she'd just gotten a pedicure. I kissed her feet moving from one to the other, kissing up to just above her knees and back down again - getting incredibly turned on.
Then she walked over to another spot in the room with her back to me raising that little dress thingy up showing me her gorgeous pantied backside. Still on my knees, I crawled over almost instinctively, and began kissing her ass, twisting side to side to work my face deep in to the soft cotton fabric, inhaling her sweaty, intoxicating scent. I'd keep my face buried in there all day long, looking up at the curve of her back, and her black hair - if I only I could hold that position indefinitely. Waves of relaxed arousal washed over me as she stood there accepting my worship - the goddess that she is.
Just about then, I heard Elise who had just returned, behind me saying "Wow that's a sight. He's got his face all the way in there". I think it might have been the first time I'd been watched while worshiping Anita's ass... on one hand I felt a little awkward - there was a small part of me that wanted to stop... my overwhelming desire to keep my face in there was just far too strong. That initial feeling of awkwardness transformed into even more arousal as I came into acceptance of the fact that Elise was watching us, and that I just didn't want to stop. Anita pulled the back of that little dress down over the back of my head and pulled me in tight.
Elise decided she wanted me to worship her ass too... so Anita stepped away, and I started to turn to which Elise said "no.. just stay right there". She came in front of me, in stockings rolled down to her knees and blue panties, as Anita was just seconds before. She pushed, wiggling into my face, as I complied working myself in deep, scent filling me up again. I kissed and inhaled for all I was worth as she gyrated her hips side to side and back and forth - her ass cheeks envelopeing my face.
I just loved the contrast.... Anita standing strong and aloof - expectant of my compliant submission, Elise gyrating into my face - like hammering into me the point of our respective positions.
I think about then Elise stepped away again, and I was left looking up at Anita, as I crawled onto a comforter and some pillows they had placed on the floor. The assembed smotherbox nearby. Anita motioned to a spot on the floor, and said "Lie down there". I lied down, with my head toward the pillows, a slightly different position than she'd motioned. "What did I tell you -- right there!" she said more firmly motioning the direction she had before. I apologized to her and moved to the spot where she wanted me. As she moved down on top of me she said, "What's wrong with you? I mean, its not like you're deaf!". "Arms up" she said, and I placed my arms so that my hands were face-up just over my head. She came down quickly pinning my arms down, placing her knees on my hands, and I was thrust into darkness as she came down full weight, my air suddenly cut off.
Anita, long ago, had come up with this deal - where I would wiggle my fingers if I needed air, unless she was reverse, then I had to wiggle my toes. She told me not to move my fingers unless I absolutely needed air. Countless times in the past, I've had to wiggle after too short a time, and I end up apologizing while I caught my breath. This time was no different as I was breathing heavy when she initially came down. She raised up and I caught my breath, and this time, got myself nice and relaxed before she came down again and the darkness returned. The second time most other times after that, I stayed down longer. I've learned that if I relax, don't move and don't panic I can go longer and longer without making her have to get up to allow me some air.
Then, Elise walked up, a set of wrist and ankle cuffs in hand. She straddled my chest, and strapped the cuffs around my wrists, pulling on them to check that they were on tight enough - I thought I heard her say in a low tone "now he's screwed". And then did the same with my feet. She turned around facing me again with those gorgeous thighs wrapped around my body - just at the bottom of my ribcage and said "Okay, let's see if we can get him into that box."
Sneaky - I wasn't expecting it, and thrashed around as her thighs held me in place... it was clearly useless as Anita set the box under my head and Elise just pushed me down into it. The lid was closed, and I heard the latch on the side click shut. They then unhooked my wrist cuffs, and attached them to the eyelets on either side of the box.
Next thing I know, I see Anita coming down onto my face, and now my air was really cut off. She would occasionally lift up just enough so that I could inhale with a lot of effort.
Then they switched places and Elise sat down on me - even harder than Anita had. She sat on me in a forward postion and slid back occasionally my field of vision framed on three sides by the sight of her thighs and those light blue panties. That visual - immobilized beneath her mixed in my head with the thought of how they had deviously gotten the upper hand getting me in there - it just put me over the edge.
The remainder of my time with them was spent in that position. I've never experienced a smotherbox before -- and the fact that they tricked me in getting me forcibly into it was just an incredible turn-on.
Eventually, they let me out and for that visit at least, I had officially earned a new nickname - "Box Boy". My first time in a smotherbox, and I suspect the first time for them using one too, and had a wonderful time.