Long Fantasy by BC Ted First, she helped me prepare myself. I was naked, plastic wrapped my arms, legs, and torso. My legs, first having been individually wrapped, were wrapped together (small foam pillows had been placed between my knees and ankles for comfort). My arms, placed at my sides, were wrapped together around my body. I could wiggle my hands and feet, but was effectively restrained. My mouth was filled with a nerf ball (the old, spongy kind, not the new, dense rubbery kind). It was secured in place by a layer of duct tape. The ball effectively held my tongue down and kept my jaws from moving and dislodging the tape. There was no way for me to remove the gag without the use of my hands. I was laid on the center of the bed, waiting as she prepared herself. She came to the bed. On top, she was wearing a white jog-bra. It held her full breasts gently, letting their full shape be seen. Below, she wore black spandex biking shorts. The spandex clung to her body. She had stretched and pulled the shorts tight over her crotch, showing the curves and form of her pussy. She climbed on the bed and gave my raging erection a squeeze and a couple of quick pumps. Not wanting me to cum quite yet, however, she left it behind and turned to face me. She swung her leg over my body so that she was straddling my chest, looking into my eyes. With her sitting there, it was difficult to breathe deeply. It was quickly apparent, however, that that was to be the least of my problems. She reached for my nose, gently pinching it between her finger and thumb. Instantly, I was unable to breathe. I started to struggle, but being wrapped as I was, there wasn't much I could do. I squirmed and twisted, but her positioning was too stable. I tried turning my head and moving it all around. She was easily able to retain her grip. She held my nose long enough for me to realize just how helpless I was. My life was, literally, in her hands. Finally, she released her grip. I breathed in and out rapidly, catching my breath after several minutes. During this time, she taunted me, asking if I liked being smothered, remarking on the state of my erection. She also asked if I liked her outfit, and suggested that I might find it more sexy than if she had been nude. It soon became clear that the evening's "torture" had only just begun. She brought her knees up near my head, scooting forward until my chin pressed into her crotch. She asked me to smell her, told me that she wanted to hear me smelling her pussy. She obligingly scooted up a little more, so that she was sitting on my gagged mouth. Her spandex covered pussy pressed against my nose. I sucked air in and out noisily, struggling to overcome the pressure of her pussy against my nose. Thank heavens for the spandex. Suddenly, she pressed her pussy tight against my nose. Once again, I could not breathe. Her knees, tight against my ears, kept me from turning away. I was being smothered by her pussy. My gagged mouth was unable to find air. My nose, forcing the spandex material into the folds of her pussy, was also blocked. It was full of her scent, but I couldn't breathe. She ordered me to struggle, to try to get some air. She reminded me how many times I had begged for this, of the many times I had asked her to smother me with her pussy. Of course, she was right. I had often asked her to "sit on my face." I often teased her about "shutting me up." We had even played some smothering games before, with her pressing her tits onto my face while we made love. It had even gotten to be a regular thing, her "smothering" me with her tits. Of course, I had always been able to sneak a breath now and then, with the movement of our fucking. I could also use my hands to pull her tits aside or push them up and clear of my mouth or nose. This time was different. The bondage of the plastic wrap pinned my arms to my sides, so I couldn't use my hands to lift or shift her position in any way. The tape prevented me from breathing through my mouth, while the ball stuffed inside kept me from dislodging the tape. Reminding me that she wanted to hear me sniffing her pussy, she slid back just a little. Again, I was able to get some air in, even though her pussy was still pressed loosely against my nose. Eagerly, I sniffed and snuffled, enjoying not just the scents of her pussy, but also just being able to breathe again. After a couple of minutes, she repeated the earlier smothering, cutting off my air with her spandex covered pussy. This continued for several more minutes, with her giving me brief smothers interspersed with short respites of labored breathing. After a few repetitions, however, she decided to try something different. She got off of me entirely and returned to the bathroom "to change" I was told. She soon returned, having exchanged the spandex shorts for a pair of tight, form fitting, white cotton panties. She climbed onto the bed again, but this time she straddled me facing my feet. She scooted back, until her feet were on either side of my head. I could see her pantied bottom hovering above my head. It was a magnificent sight, the white material hiding her glorious pussy and slightly revealing the dark mystery between her ass cheeks. For several minutes, she held her ass above my face, commenting that I should get a good look while I had the chance. She slowly descended, stopping and rising again several times to tease me. Finally, she slowly dropped down until her panties touched my nose. She wiggled slightly to make sure my nose was in her crack, then continued her descent. I felt her ass cheeks against my face as they blotted out all light from reaching my eyes. My nose was compressed into the narrow space between them. Her panties prevented any actual skin contact, but I soon felt (and smelled) her ass above all else. Of course, her ass closed my nose even more effectively than her fingers had before. Even had her feet not held my head immobile, the jamming of my nose into her crack would have had the same effect. I was helpless to resist as her panty covered pussy landed on my tape covered mouth. I tried to squirm away, turn my head, somehow get some air. Of course, I could not. She reminded me several times that this was what I had always dreamed about, what I had asked of her several times in the past. I was being smothered under her ass, and was helpless to escape. After ten or fifteen seconds, she raised her bottom up slightly, allowing some air to reach my poor nose. I sucked in as much as I could, but before I had caught my breath, she told me I had "had enough" and down came those perfect cheeks again. She repeated this several times before tiring of the game. Finally, she lifted completely off of me and I had a couple minutes to catch my breath. While I had been concentrating on breathing, she had removed her panties and once more turned her attention to my cock. It wasn't quite as hard as it had been originally, as the novelty of the experience had worn off a little. I heard her remark that she would "have to do something about that." She rolled me over onto my tummy, and and I found myself resting on a stack of pillows. My butt was up in the air, but I didn't much care, so long as I could breathe. I started to care, however, as she brought out the ping pong paddle we kept in the bedside table. She proceeded to give me the hardest paddling I have ever received (another surprise... previously, she had always gone too easy on my ass). Of course, with me being gagged, she didn't have to put up with my moaning about how I really wanted a more extreme paddling. The paddling had it's desired effect, my erection was once more standing tall as she rolled me back onto my back. Next, she mounted me, impaling herself on my raging erection. She was once again facing my head as she rode me, lying on me and squeezing me with her powerful legs. She quickly had an orgasm. Then, she told me, it was my turn. Her breasts, held out and firm by the bra, came down over my face. The soft tit flesh smoothed over my nose. As I tried to breathe, I couldn't inhale. I could blow air out, past the soft tits covering my nose, but when I tried to breathe in, the soft skin sealed my nose completely. I tried to turn my head, but she gripped my hair firmly, holding it in place. Once again, I was being smothered and was helpless to do anything about it. Her movements rapidly brought me to orgasm, and finally, after she had milked me dry, she released my face from it's smothering prison. She quickly removed the tape covering my mouth. The ball inside was released, and I worked my jaw, trying to get the feeling back. I gasped my thanks for a wonderful experience and asked her to cut me free from the imprisoning plastic wrap. But no, she wasn't quite finished with me, yet. She slowly lifted herself from my spent cock, then crawled slowly up my body. I soon realized what was "coming"... and started squirming in earnest, protesting verbally as well. To no avail, as her pussy reached my face. The smell of my cum combined with her juices was not as pleasant as her alone, but I really had no choice in the matter. Her pussy gently consumed my nose, and I could feel her ass cheeks over and around my mouth. Luckily, for me, she didn't sit her ass down hard over my mouth, so I was still able to breathe a little. She started a grinding, rubbing motion on my nose, and it quickly built to a second orgasm. Lifting off my face again, she turned around once more, and positioning her pussy above my mouth she commanded me to lick. As I commenced my labors, she started slowly rising to a vertical position. My nose once again found it's way between her ass cheeks, but this time there was no spandex or panty fabric to protect it. My tongue thrusted in and out of her captivating pussy, coaxing out the juices and cum hidden inside. I was starting to get a little desperate for air, with her ass pinching my nose tightly closed. Suddenly, I could feel her orgasm starting to build. Her hands reached down and found my nipples while her relentless ass continued to hold my nose hostage. My tongue and mouth, of course, were still prisoners of her dripping pussy. I licked with every bit of strength I had, thinking that she would surely let me breathe once she had climaxed. Finally, just when I thought I couldn't take another second, she started to come. My mouth was immediately flooded with her juices as she slammed down even tighter than before. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, although it was probably less than fifteen or twenty seconds. As it subsided, she lifted off of my tortured nose and restored the life giving air I needed so desperately. She moaned her satisfaction as she rolled off of me. I once again asked to be released, but instead was greeted by the panties she had worn earlier. She wadded them up and stuffed them in my tired mouth, securing them with a fresh strip of duct tape. I knew then that my torment was not yet over. So there I was, still bound and rendered helpless by a couple of layers of plastic wrap. My mouth was filled with a pair of panties... panties which had recently covered the pussy and ass that had been spending way more time than usual on top of my face and which were now secured in my mouth by a strip of duct tape. I had cum once already, and my captress had cum at least three times. What more could she possibly have in mind? She stood up, stretched, and then moved to straddle me again. I noticed she had removed her top, and her brests hung free. She looked into my eyes, and told me now that she had had her fun, and I had had mine, it was time to get this silly notion that I enjoyed being smothered out of my mind. I looked up at her in puzzlement, but that soon turned to fear as she explained that the real torture was about to begin. And no foolish notion that I could beg her to stop... with my mouth effectively gagged, there would be no safeword. She threaded her fingers tightly into my hair, ensuring that my head, face, and especially my nose, would stay exactly where she wanted them. With her other hand, she picked up a stopwatch that had been on the nightstand. She then leaned over, and gently pressed her naked breast against my nostrils. The soft flesh of her breast covered my only air passage. I heard the stopwatch click on, and started counting in my head. I had counted to about seven or eight when she informed me that five seconds had passed. Five! I couldn't believe it. I started to squirm as she announced that fifteen seconds had elapsed. My lungs were starting to burn when we hit thirty. At fourty-five, I was struggling in earnest. I had already blown some air out against her breast, which I had not been able to replace. I was moaning into the gag, struggling to break free, but her grip on my hair was unbreakable and the soft flesh of her breast kept my nostrils sealed. I could feel that I was starting to black out, my vision was closing in, when suddenly, I could breathe again! She told me that I had done quite well, lasting almost a minute. I could have sworn it was much longer. She was right, this wasn't fun. I had barely caught my breath when she moved in again. Once again, her breast pressed gently against my nose. I tried to inhale just at the last second, but I knew it wouldn't matter in the end. Again, I heard the stop watch click on as my only airway was blocked by smooth soft skin. This time, she didn't give me any status points along the way, so I soon had no idea how long I was being smothered. I tried to count, but quickly gave up the idea as all I could think about was air. Within moments, I was struggling, but I knew I had no hope of getting free on my own. I was completely at her mercy, and she wasn't showing any. There I was, about to black out again. My mouth, stuffed with worn panties secured with a strip of duct tape. My body, tightly wrapped with plastic wrap, securing my legs together and my arms at my side. My woman, her lust already satisfied and her goal, to torture the notion that I enjoyed being smothered out of me. She straddled my supine form, leaning over my face. Her soft breast gently closed off my nose. Her hand held my hair tightly, preventing me from turning away. Her other hand held a stop watch, which she was using to gauge just how far she could go. Air. That life-giving substance that I needed so badly, but which was being held back, not through some extreme measure, but by the breasts that I love so much. The blood thunders in my ears. I can't breathe! My lungs burn. Then, when I can not take another second, she raises up, releasing my nose from it's tender prison. I gasp and snort, trying to suck as much air in and out as rapidly as possible. She looks down into my eyes and asks me if I've had enough. Ten times she has smothered me this way. Well, being gagged, I couldn't tell her one way or another, could I? I pleaded with my eyes for her to release me, but her cold stare told me she wasn't finished yet. She pondered out loud, should she smother me with her breasts again? Or would another implement be more... effective? Rising up slightly, she swung around until she was facing my feet. She carefully positioned her feet under my head, pinning it in place. Slowly, her bottom descended. I had several seconds to admire it, but all too soon, it arrived at it's destination. My nose was quickly forced between her butt cheeks, which tightly pinched it closed. I could still smell the pungent aroma, lingering in my nostrils, although there was no hope of any air moving either in or out. I was sure she was using the stopwatch again, but I couldnt hear it. Nor could I see it, since her ass was covering my eyes. My nose was tightly compressed between her butt cheeks, even pressed tightly against her asshole. My mouth, stuffed with worn panties, sealed with duct tape, and covered by her pussy. I had no way of breathing. I was completely at her mercy... but mercy was not on the program. She raised up. I tried frantically to catch my breath. She lowered herself. I was deprived. Again and again, the pattern was repeated. I could feel my strength slipping away. With each smother, I was getting weaker and weaker. Finally, she climbed off of me. She reached down and removed the gag. She produced a pair of EMT scissors and cut me free from the plastic wrap. I was too weak to do anything but gasp air in and out. She climbed across me again, and looked in my eyes. She told me she wanted me to be free... free to struggle, as she was now going to smother me again. "No more," I pleaded, but to no avail. She slid forward; her pussy enveloped my poor nose. I reached up to try and shift her, but in my weakened state, could not. I felt myself succumbing to her power. I tried to turn my head, move it up or down, anything to free my nose from those tender lips. I could not. Slowly, I felt myself slipping away, when I found myself able to breathe freely. She was lying beside me, holding me gently. "It's over," she whispered, "you can rest." I started to fall asleep when I felt her fingers once again caress my nose. "Until tomorrow." This text is Copyright (c) 1998 by BC Ted. All rights are reserved.