Belinda Morgan

Archive name: Belinda Morgan.HTM (M/F. Facesitting, Humiliation, Blackmail)

Authors name: SmotherFan ([email protected])

Story title: Belinda Morgan

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Hi! My name is Belinda Morgan and I earn a very good living sitting on men’s faces. I’m twenty-two, stand five foot three, weight one hundred and five pounds and have long Californian blonde hair. Enough about me save to say that you’d love my ass in your face.

There really was no better feeling than this, having some poor saps nose jammed up against the crotch of your panties, listening to his snorting, feeling his hot breath beneath you, seeing the despair in his eyes, feeling his body weaken and knowing that I am the cause, that he is gradually falling under my domination.

I love the sensation of butt sitting someone, when they have their nose up my ass and my cunt is across their mouth. There is an absolute feel of power, domination, dominion, control, and just total face smothering supremacy.

I love doing this to men, they are such suckers, and most men want you to sit on their faces, so they are half ways there before they realise that it isn’t a game. Embellish the proceedings with a little bondage and you can have them bound as well.

Just as well, I’m no Olympic shot putter; at one hundred and five pounds, I’m hardly the build to overpower a full-grown man. So I use cunning, flirt, tease and taunt them, until I wave my cute little butt and they come crawling into my lair.

Once I get them back to my den then they are doomed. Men have the intellect of a hamster once they smell pussy, any capacity to reason flee’s and they’ll accept without question suggestions that any thinking being would run a mile from.

I mean, if a girl suggested to another girl that they should undress and allow themselves to be tied up. Well, ninety nine point nine percent of them would run screaming from the room.

Men, well, most men, like ninety nine point nine percent, will rip off their clothes and almost tie themselves up.

I stumbled into smothering as a living by accident. A regular of mine was so desperate to see me that he actually offered me cash to keep smothering him. I’m no dummy, and I figured that if one sap would pay me then others would and so I started what I call my stable.

Take Bob here, perhaps I should have said. Bob is a regular, which means he starts out with two hours every week and a hundred dollars in my hand, its easy money. I smother him, rub my ass across his face and make him lick me out. If he’s really lucky then I’ll fart in his face as well. Anything else, like pissing, is extra.

We met six months ago through another regular. I had to take things easy to start with him, as he’d never been smothered before I added him to my stable.

So we started with some straight forwards face to face smothering. I even decided to wear a pair of Lycra stretch slacks, and then I bad mouthed him and cut off his air but not for long. I’ve learnt that if you scare them the first time they don’t come back.

When Bob returned I gave him more of the same, just longer between breathes. I’m still not taking him to the edge, but he’s getting nearer without realising it.

Next time I’m wearing a skirt and Bob is soon beneath it. This is the first time that his nose has been against my knickers. I’m laying the usual stuff at him, how’s he’s inadequate, a pathetic knickers sniffer, the usual stuff, but its what he wants to hear. I add a few seconds to his smothering and by now he’s very grateful; each time I release him.

This is the moment when they realise that smothering can get really serious, now I usually lose a few. Bob stays and in doing that he’s sealed his fate, from now on it’s going to get serious.

On Bob’s next visit I introduce him to my ass, now he gets his nose shoved up my ass and finds out that an ass smells. He can’t do anything about it as I grind down on him. This is the moment when Bob begins to realise his place in life, having a sweaty, smelly female ass in your face really tells you something. He’d like to thrown me off, but I’ve been here before and he has no luck. As a punishment I take him really deep, so that this time when I release him, he does nothing except gasp for air.

Bob’s now ready for some naked smothering. Of course I don’t tell him this. It’ll be a surprise. I work up to it slowly, frontal and ass panty smothering until he’s weakened enough not to resist. When I step out of my panties I can tell he’s scared, poor shit, it won’t make any difference. Bob gets smothered, my bare pussy all over his naked face followed by his nose jammed up against my ass.

This is when I get down and dirty. Bob’s short of wind and pretty weak so can’t stop me handcuffing him. When he asks what happening I tell him to shut up, that this is nothing to do with his pathetic needs and all to do with mine. He whimpers and pleads to be let go, for that I smother him. It pays to remind him who’s in charge.

He surfaces short of air and helpless against my next move. I use the straps and pin him to the bed. It takes five straps, which really makes them feel utterly helpless, one across the ankles, another across his thighs, one across his waist, one across his chest and finally one across his neck.

He tries to struggle so I just sit there and let him. All it does is tire him out and leave him more vulnerable. I have decided that he’s ready to join my stable; all he has to do is survive the initiation.

Now he’s begun to realise that he’s in deep shit I strip off. I have a good body, its tight and firm, men always want it but perhaps not how Bob is about to have it.

I straddle him, facing down his body so that he gets my ass in his face, then I sit down. Feeling my naked pussy across a man’s face has to be one of the hottest moments in history.

I tell him that things will be simple from now on. All he has to do is please me, if he does then he breaths, if he doesn’t, well I give him a taste, just so that he understands.

It isn’t long before he’s lapping away. I must say that he isn’t bad so he must do this with his wife. I don’t compliment him of course. I don ‘t want to spoil him. After he’s made me cum and after he’s licked for a while on my ass hole I smother him again. I like my slaves to understand the hopelessness of their position.

I tell him when I next expect him and then release him. As an added insurance I tell him that I have recorded our little scenes. It isn’t important whether I have or not, just that he believes me.

The next time I take Bob straight into the restraints and then strip naked. He’s subdued and obedient, so when I demand his worship he quickly settles to his task. I mean sucking on a fragrant pussy is no hardship; it’s just the accompanying smothering.

Whilst he’s trussed up I help myself to one of his credit cards. A few minutes of severe smothering and Bob coughs up the number. I leave him trussed whilst I check out that he’s been honest, and then I tell him that I’ll keep the card and use it whenever I like. I think he wants to protest, but he already knows better than to annoy me.

I should say that by now I know everything about Bob, his work, family, how much he earns, the name of his wife and kids. Naturally she knows nothing about Bob’s little hobby and if wants to keep it that way, then he needs to obey me totally.

I never take complete charge of a slaves life, that would be too complicated and besides I couldn’t run a stable that including Bob now has seven occupants. I don’t have the time in my life to take complete control of theirs. So I have compromised, each slave has his session and I have his credit card, then I make unannounced visits on him. Bob has yet to experience this but that’s about to change.

Bob works for an insurance firm in the centre of town. I just arrange with his secretary to have an appointment. I use an alias, just so the surprise is the greater. The look on Bob’s face when I walk into his office is a treat. I don’t see much more of his face as I rearrange the seating and use his face as mine.

I don’t stay long, the object of the exercise is to show Bob that I can have him anywhere and anytime. I reinforce that with a few more lessons. I know his life so well that I can predict when he’ll be alone at home and so he gets a visit from a canvasser, one who smothers him on his own bed.

Bob’s about trained by now, so I reduce the number of his sessions and keep him trained by my unannounced visits.

I have what I want, his credit card and his absolute obedience.