Face Sitting Fantasy by BC Ted I lie on the bed, patiently waiting while you shower. You always insist on showering before we play. I am naked, lying on the bed face up. My head is towards the foot of the bed. I hear the water shut off. Minutes later, you come into the room. You are wearing your silky black camisole. You are also wearing matching black satin panties. My mouth begins to water and my cock begins to harden as I think about what is about to come. Although I've asked you several times in the past, bondage games have never interested you so you have not tied me up. Tonight would be the exception. You have agreed to bind me, so that I can't stop you from doing whatever you have planned. You ask me to sit up, and place my hands behind my back. I comply (of course, I've been waiting for this for ever). You take a length of clothes line that I had prepared. Quickly, you wrap it several times around my wrists, then cross over and wrap a couple more times between them. A quick bow and you are finished. You ask me to test out the bonds. I gently pull with both hands, then alternate, trying to slip out from the loops. The cord remains snug, but not too tight. I admit that I am at your mercy. "Not yet," you say, as you position a couple of pillows behind me and gently help me lay down on them. They help to keep the pressure off my wrists. You swing your leg over my body and straddle my tummy, facing my feet. "What's this?" you ask, as you feel yourself being poked by my raging hard-on. "Oh, just a little something I've been saving you," I reply. "Well, I'll have to try it out, but later. I have something else in mind first." You scootch forward a bit, until you are sitting right on my erection, and then you lean over and get another piece of rope. Quickly, you wrap my ankles, trapping my feet together. "We can't have you kicking me, now, can we," you say. "Of course not," I reply. One last loop of rope around the bar I have attached to the headboard and you are satisfied. "Struggle," you command. I roll about from side to side, pulling with both feet and hands. I am unable to move, being pinned beneath you. I can't pull my feet up from the bed, either. "I think I'm pretty secure, thanks," I say. "Let's find out for sure," you answer, proceeding to tickle my feet. You know how much I can't stand to be tickled, and I struggle mightily. I squirm and pull, but can't get away from your tickling fingers. Finally (after a few seconds that feel like an eternity), you stop. "I guess you can't get away, after all," you say. You know that if I could have, I would have done anything to stop the tickling. You slide slowly back, until you are perched on my chest. Still facing my feet, you can also now get at my cock. You grab it and squeeze it, testing it's hardness. "My my," you say, "too bad I'm not ready for this quite yet." "What do you mean?" I ask. I knew when you had agreed to tie me up that sex was the main event we had planned for. "I'm as ready as I'm going to get!" "_I'm_ not quite ready, yet," you answer. "I thought I might try smothering you a bit, first." I couldn't believe my ears. You had sat on my face a couple of times before, but never really seemed to get into it. You'd sit for a few seconds, and then immediately move to my cock, claiming that it made you so hot you couldn't wait. You knew that I wanted you to really sit, and really smother me, but you hadn't ever done it before. "What ..." I croak out, amused in spite of myself at the funny tone my voice was taking on. My cock had suddenly gotten even harder in your grasp (a fact which you couldn't help but notice). "... do you mean, 'a bit'?" I finally stammered out. "Ohhh, I don't know, why don't we find out?" you reply, as you pick up the stopwatch from the headboard. With this, you slide back some more, until your feet are on either side of my head. I can see your beautiful ass, still wearing the satin panties, hovering slightly above my head. "Let's start with something simple, like about ten seconds," you say. "Ready?" You start slowly lowering your ass. I quickly take a deep breath, just in time as your ass plops down on my face. I hear you begin counting, slightly muffled as your legs are against my head. Your legs hold my head still, so that I can't turn it. Your ass presses down on my face. My nose is pressed into the crack of your ass, and I can feel a moist spot over my mouth, from your pussy. Of course, I can't lick you because your panties are in the way. You must have planned on that, since you can't stand to be licked for more than a few seconds. Slowly, you count to ten. Then you lift up a few inches and I can suddenly breathe again. I inhale and exhale a few times and you ask "Are you okay?" "Yeah," I reply, "I'm just fine. That was great." "Okay, then, let's try for fifteen this time," you say and I quickly grab a breath as you settle down again. Slowly, the seconds tick by. I can hear you count them off. Fifteen seconds doesn't sound like a long time, but when you're as out of shape as I am, holding your breath for any length of time is non-trivial. Finally, you hit fifteen and rise up again. I breathe. It feels good. I hear you say "Twenty, this time." and you start down again. Quickly, I inhale, just before your ass cuts off my breath again. Again, you count slowly, and rise up at twenty. Again, I catch my breath. "Twenty-five," you announce, and sit again. How far are you going to go, I wonder, as I wait for you to count up to twenty-five. Twenty-five seconds. Twenty-five seconds during which I am deprived of air. Twenty-five seconds, you sit on my face. You finish your count and lift slowly off of my face. I catch my breath. "Are you still okay?" you ask. "Yeah, I'm okay," I answer. "Okay, thirty, then." and down you come. I barely have time to inhale and there's your ass again, sealing off my nose. Your pussy pressing against my mouth. Your voice, counting the seconds up to thirty. Thirty is okay, I can hold my breath for thirty seconds, I think to myself. Funny, it's not so easy when someone else is holding it for you. Finally, you reach thirty and rise up. I breath in and out a couple of times and you quickly say "thirty-five," and down you come again. Unfortunately, for me, I'm not quite ready as I'm still catching my breath from thirty. I quickly inhale, and you're there, pressing your ass against my face. Slowly, it seems, although I know you're closely watching the stopwatch, you count to thirty-five. Up you go and I breathe frantically. "Fourty," you say, and I try to tell you "I'm not ready yet," but it's too late. Your pussy is on my mouth and all that comes out is a "mmmmm" noise. I start to squirm, trying to shift my head enough to catch a little air. You notice and hold my head a little tighter with your feet. Your ass presses down a little harder. I struggle with the ropes, but if they can hold me when I'm being tickled, they can easily hold me now. I can't breathe. I try to tell you that I need at least a little air. "Mmmmmmmmmm," I moan, and you press down harder. Finally, you reach fourty and lift up. I can't believe how sweet the air tastes as I inhale and exhale rapidly. "Are you alright?" you ask. "I wasn't ready," I gasp out, in between breaths. "Too bad, _I_ was," you answer. I can't believe you said that. You've never acted this way before. "It sure felt nice when you tried to talk, down there," you say. "Let's try it again. Fourty-five this time. Okay?" I'm not sure how to answer. For all I know, if I say no, you'll do it anyway. "Just a minute," I gasp out, "I need to catch my breath." "_I'm_ ready now," you say, and announce "fourty-five." Again, you descend onto my face. I quickly inhale again, getting what I hope will be enough air to last me fourty-five seconds. I manage to last. You reach the magic number of fourty-five and you lift up again. I breathe. For some reason, fourty-five was easier than fourty. Maybe because I had more time to prepare. "Fifty," you announce, and down comes your ass again. Fifty seconds. I feel my heart pounding in my ears. I struggle. I moan against your pussy. Again, you respond by pressing harder against my face. I struggle to turn my head. You hold it firmly. I pull against my bonds, trying to move enough to shift your position far enough to get some air. I can't. Finally, you reach fifty. You get farther up on your knees, so you are several inches above my gasping face. Looking between your legs, you ask "Are you okay?" Unable to stop gasping long enough to answer, I wearily nod my head. You get up from over me, and turn around. Now you are standing on the bed, straddling my chest again, but this time you're facing me. You slip your panties off. Thank goodness, it's over, I think. Wrong. You kneel again, and your pussy is above my nose. "Don't lick," you order. "If you lick me before I tell you to, I'll never do this again." You lower yourself. "We're going to do sixty this time. A full minute. Can you handle it?" (What happened to fifty-five, I wonder.) "Yes," I answer, "I think I can." You lower yourself. You're an inch above my face. I can smell your womanhood, and it smells wonderful. Your pussy is directly over my nose, and your ass is over my mouth. You reach down and spread your pussy lips. "Like what you see?" you ask. "Oh, yes," I reply. "Good," you say, "because it's the last thing you're going to see for a full minute." You lower yourself further. Your spread pussy lips engulf my nose and you let them shut around it. You reach back and spread your ass cheeks, sitting down against my mouth. You begin to count, but as you count, you are rubbing yourself on my face. Back and forth you rub, as you slowly count up to sixty. I havn't held my breath for that long in a long time, but I am so mesmerized by the smells and tastes that I am unable even to struggle. Before I know what has happened, I find that I am untied. You are sitting next to me on the bed, holding me. "Thank goodness you're okay," you tell me. "You didn't struggle, I had no idea you were going to pass out." "Me neither," I tell you. This text is Copyright (c) 1998 by BC Ted. All rights are reserved.