Archive name: Christmas Smother.HTM (F/F, Facesitting, Humiliation)

Authors name: Smotherfan ([email protected])

Story title: Christmas Smother

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I’d been living in the apartment block for almost a year before I saw Avril for the first time. I’d heard about her for Avril was famous in the small community of residents that made up the Heights society. She was famous for her looks, her figure, and the notoriety of her late night chat show. She was a celebrity, the celebrity of our commune.

I’d seen her on cable, that mane of fierce red which cascaded over her shoulders, the deep almost masculine voice that could coax a conversation from the most reluctant of guests, those sparkling emerald green eyes and that body … Avril was almost six foot of pure female sexuality.

I had never had any fantasies for another woman, that was until I saw Avril, and now I was standing next to her, waiting for the lift to arrive.

We said nothing, I was tongue tied and Avril seemed utterly disinterested in me. I could smell her perfume, it was heavy, like the pre storm air, and almost took my breath away.

The lift arrived. I stepped aside and Avril entered first, I followed and we made the journey to our floor in silence. It was only when we both stepped out that Avril spoke.

“I do hope you’re not stalking me.” She said in that smoky voice, there was the merest hint of a laugh.

“No … I … live here, number sixteen.” I stammered, blushed and even held up my key, showing the number on the fob.

“I know, your names … don’t tell me, I’m usually good with names … Caroline or Carolyn?”

“Carolyn!” I beamed a smile; this magnificent woman actually knew my name. I couldn’t believe it.

“Avril Harrington, it’s nice to meet you.” She held out her hand and we touched fingers rather than shook, it was like receiving an electric shock, my fingers tingled. “We must have a chat sometime, night!”

We’d stopped outside her apartment and as she entered Avril casually dismissed me. I stood for a moment just staring at the door as it closed behind her, and then I dragged myself to my apartment.

It wasn’t until I undressed for my shower that I realised my nipples were just erect and a tentative finger into my nether parts revealed the extent of my excitement.

It was a sobering moment to realise that the reason for my excitement was another woman. I took the shower, being careful how I cleaned myself. I had never touched myself that much, all that talk of girls constantly exploring themselves didn’t include me.

I’m not a prude or frigid, nor am I ugly. I just prefer my partner to do the touching, sadly Ken and I had split in the summer and although I’d dated since then, no one had filled the void and now as Christmas arrived I was facing a holiday alone.

It won’t be the first time, I’m the only child of parents who’d both passed away before I was twenty, I’m twenty six now and seem to have been on my own all of my adult life.

I’d didn’t see again and the last few days to Christmas sped by. I didn’t get any last minute invites and so as a Christmas Eve arrived I was waiting for the lift all on my lonesome.

It was then that I saw Avril again. One second I’d been on my own and the next she was standing besides me.

“Carolyn … how nice to meet you again.” Avril’s smoky voice seemed to caress the air.

“Hi.” I managed as my voice cracked.

“I thought that everyone had gone home for Christmas!” Avril said.

I don’t know why but suddenly I was telling her about my folks passing away and that I’d be having a quiet Christmas. She smiled sympathetically but said nothing.

We separated at her door where we wished each other a happy Christmas.

I had my Christmas plans. I wasn’t going to just mope about; I was determined not to become just another lonely spinster. I showered, which was part of my evening ritual, dressed in a casual top and gym bottoms and was about to open a bottle of wine when there was a knock on the door.

Avril was standing there, just standing at my door. She was wearing a dark ankle length leisure gown that was almost see-through. As always she looked magnificent.

“Carolyn, if this isn’t awfully impertinent … only I have been thinking … you are about to spent Christmas alone and well, to be honest, so am I … so I wondered if we couldn’t just see in Christmas day together … you know, share a bottle of wine … what do you think?”

I was stunned; the most gorgeous woman I had ever met wanted to celebrate Christmas with ME. I just stared, my mouth opened and nothing came out.

Avril looked quizzical. “Is that a no?”

“I’d love to, just let me change.” I started back into my flat.

“Carolyn, there’s no need, you look fine, lovely … now I have a bottle of champagne chilling …”

The chimes that heralded Christmas day were accompanied by our cheers as Avril broke the cork with a tremendous ‘pop’ and for the first time in my life I tasted real champagne and not just fizzy wine.

I was in my version of heaven, sharing the celebration of Christmas with a sexy and in my eyes famous woman. I wasn’t a lesbian but even I felt the sexual power of Avril.

We talked; actually talk about silly things like work, men, aspirations. Avril was charming, her life was so much fuller than mine but she never pulled rank on me.

Avril’s apartment was so much better than mine, larger and much more opulently decorated and furnished. I wandered about whilst Avril opened a bottle of wine, her bedroom seemed immense and totally sexual. The bed was huge and round, the wardrobes were mirrored and then I noticed the mirrors on the ceiling. I was still gaping when Avril appeared.

“See that you’ve found my fuck palace.” She thrust a glass into my hand and poured the wine, and then she went and sat on the bed. Avril made the F word sound dirty. “Well, what do you think?”

“How can you sleep with all those mirrors?”

Avril laughed, even that now sounded dirty. “Sometimes I don’t and then it’s real fun to see yourself a dozen times.” She looked around herself and I realised what she meant, to the side and above her were multiple reflections of herself. “But when I want to privacy, then this little gadget does this.” She held up what looked like a remote control device. She pressed one button and the lights dimmed another button and thin drapes slid across the mirrors. “It’s my one real vice, not fucking, but gadgets.” She motioned towards the bedside table. “Of course I have other gadgets for those lonely but horny nights.”

I knew what she meant of course, vibrators, the single girl’s partner. “I’ve never used one.” I said honestly.

“REALLY, well tonight you can borrow one of mine.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.” I had finished my wine and looked for somewhere to put the glass.

“Just leave it on the table.” Avril suggested.

I never thought anything of suggestion, but as I placed the glass down Avril’s hand closed about my wrist. I just had chance to look down and then across at her before she hauled me onto the bed.

In a moment I was pinned beneath the strongest woman that I’d ever met, the fact that she had become my idol only made things worse.

“Please Avril; I’m not a … lesbian.”

“Neither am I.” She laughed that deep, smoky laugh. “I am into dominating people, having them do things for me that they ordinarily wouldn’t do.”

I tried to struggle but that only proved how much stronger and heavier Avril was, she even seemed to be enjoying watching me exhaust myself.

“Let me up.” I struggled.

“I can’t.” Avril said simply.

“You can, please Avril, let me go. I’m not going to say anything to anyone.” I pleaded, trying one last time to break free, but Avril now had my arms pinned above my head and her weight was spread right across my body. I stopped struggling. “Alright, I give in, I know you’re stronger than I am, but please let me up.”

“I can’t, I have my reputation to protect and if I let you go now, I’ll have no guarantee that I trust that you won’t go around blabbing. Sorry Carolyn but you have to stay until I’m satisfied and certain of your absolute obedience.”

I got frightened. “What do you mean?” I stammered.

“I said, I’m a dominatrix and just you knowing that could spell disaster to my television career, so I have to obtain your unswerving and unconditional submission to my will.” She made it sound so matter of fact and everyday that I shuddered, physically shuddered.

“I promise.” I pleaded.

“Not good enough, a promise can be broken, my conditioning can’t.” She started to shift her position until she had straddled my waist. She was still leaning forwards, that mane of red hair fell across my face. “When I have finished, you’ll never think of doing anything against my wishes.” She smiled and even through the mass of hair I could see that the smile held no warmth. “You should know that I get a great deal of pleasure out this.”

I felt my stomach lurch and suddenly I experienced a wave of cold fear sweep through me. I even got goose bumps. “What will you do?” I whispered. I was painfully aware that I was at her mercy.

She wriggled forwards until her knees were over my shoulders. “I’m going to turn you into my personal cunt licker, well to be more accurate my apartment cunt licker. I’ll still have Jenny to service my needs at work.”

I had to believe that I hadn’t heard her correctly. “This is rape or kidnapping or something illegal, it has to be…” I stopped because Avril had just slapped my face hard.

“I’m getting tired of your voice.” Avril said menacingly. She shifted again and now her legs were aside my face and I was beginning to stare into her wine dark red panties. I had never been this close to another woman’s sex and just the thought of what lay the other side of a thin piece of material made me feel sick.

Avril took my silence as my growing submission. “In future you will only speak to answer a direct question, otherwise if you wish my attention you may cough quietly and with deference.”

Avril’s next move left the crotch of her panties pressed against my chin. I could see the dark sharp of her sex through the thin, almost transparent material of her panties. Worse, I started to smell her, not just the heady aroma of her perfume but now mingled with the darker, musky smell given off by her sex.

She looked down at me. “You’ll learn to love this almost as much as I do, this is the correct position from which a slave can worship and please her mistress.” I still didn’t speak but now it was more through fear than anything else. “A slave has to learn that her mistress is more important than life itself and that her mistress has the power of life and death.” She sounded as if she were speaking from a prepared speech, I was starting to think that she probably mad and that I must have been mad to become involved with her. “So now you must learn.” With that Avril made one last move and before I could form a scream she sat on my face.

I looked up, through the canyon formed by her thighs, her crotch was level with my eyes, and my nose was crushed against her, my mouth covered by her ass. I couldn’t breathe, her weight pressed down on me, pushing me deeper into the bed.

I couldn’t breathe, the thought drilled through my brain again and again. I couldn’t move. I was helpless beneath her. As I watched Avril poured herself another glass of wine and then toasted my beleaguered face. “Happy Christmas Carolyn, happy Christmas.”

When she did move it was just long enough to allow me to catch my breath before she re seated herself. She repeated this again and again until I think I groaned for I wasn’t sure any more what I was doing.

Avril just ignored me, the faint kicks, and the spasms of my suffocating body; calmly she sipped at her wine and then switched on a television. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it.

It was that surreal, I was being suffocated by a woman who seemed more interested in watching a television program.

Avril looked down at me. “About time you had a decision to make … I’ll stop the facesitting if you’ll start the cunt licking … what do you say?”

She moved back off my face, sweeping the damp hair from my face. As I slowly recovered my breath I realised that I was soaked in sweat.

“Well Carolyn, what’s your answer?”

“I can’t do it … anything else … I’ll … anything else … just ask … but I can’t … lick your … pussy.”

“I’d like to say that I’m disappointed, but I’m not … you see Carolyn, you will give in and you will do my bidding. I don’t care if it takes an hour or two hours or a day, but sometime before Christmas day is over you’ll have begged to link my cunt. Now as a change I’m going to turn round and push your nose right up my arse, see how that feels and smells.” She smiled at the look of horror that must have been on my face. “What’s up Carolyn, don’t you fancy my arse in your face? You will, there are so many things about me that you’ll come to love … the taste of my pussy … the smell of my pussy … even the smell of my farts … they are all there awaiting you … its just matter of time.”

She moved off me. “You are facing the wrong way.” So saying she hauled me about, simply grabbing my arms and pulling me around. I tried to struggle but I felt so weak that my struggles were just brushed aside by Avril.

Avril straddled me, her arse hovering above me. I raised my hands in defence trying to fend her off. She looked on, an amused smile on her face as the strength slowly left my arms and her arse sank lower and lower.

Finally I couldn’t stop her, with a sob my arms collapsed and once more Avril claimed my face as her seat, only this time it was her arse in my face and wriggling about she guided my nose between her buttocks.

“This is my very favourite position.” She announced. “Any thing I want to do I can, you can kiss my arsehole, lick me, I can fart, even piss in your mouth, anything.”

It was all mind games. Avril knew what she was doing and my mussed and mangled brain couldn’t mount a defence. All I could think of was the moment when she allowed me to breath. It was getting to the stage that I’d do anything just to be allowed to breath.

Abruptly she moves, leaving me breathless and sobbing on the bed. She moves about the room and I can’t help but try and follow. I’m more than frightened that she’ll attack me again and I know that I haven’t the strength to beat her off.

Avril sheds the leisure gown, beneath it other than those panties I have already seen way to close; she has on a skin coloured vest that reached over her perfectly flat stomach. She is gorgeous and despite myself and despite the humiliation she has already heaped on me I can’t help but recognise her beauty and power.

What Avril does next astonishes me almost as much as what has already happened. She starts with my tracksuit bottoms and in a minute I’m wearing only my panties. I did try to fight her but as well as being stronger she seemed faster and to have more arms.

I’m hauled up the bed and in a theatrical gesture Avril spreads my hair across the pillow. As she straddles me again I try to fight her off, my resistance is over by the time her buttocks are spread across my chest. She looks down on me, I’m getting used to this position.

“I have already said that’s its just a matter of time, now, in a hour, tomorrow, sooner or later you’re going to crawl to my feet and beg to lick my pussy.” She isn’t even holding my arms or pinning them beneath her knees. She so confident that she has me beat.

So confident … I feel a great sob welling up and all of a sudden I’m crying, something I haven’t done since a child. I think that I waft my hands ineffectually at her. All the hurt starts pouring out of me. “Let me go … please Avril … please let me go … I just want …” I stop, my heads ringing and then I realise that Avril has slapped me.

“Shut up … shut up or I’ll hit you again.” She snarls.

“Please …” The slaps rattles my senses and I cower beneath her, my hands trying to shield my stinging face.

“I’m starting to lose my temper with you.” She warns. “Don’t ever annoy me; you’ll be very sorry, very sorry in deed.” Once more she shuffles forwards; the word of panic and pleading are stifled in my throat. Avril sits across my face, my mouth beneath her, my nose jammed against her crotch, her smells assail me. I can only just breathe through my nose; each breath is saturated in a bouquet of her smells.

I look up, up between her powerful, all encompassing thighs. I know that I’m beginning to lose myself and my will to resist.

“You look almost attractive like that.” She laughs and then she shifts again and now I’m completely smothered, completely denied of even her foul smelling air. “This is so you understand that I even have to power to decide if you live or die.” She doesn’t move, even when I try to free myself, she doesn’t move and my head explodes as denied air the blackness envelopes me.

I come to and find that I’m alone. It’s takes a minute but slowly I try to move, my head is thick, like when you’ve woken suddenly, so it takes a while to realise that I’m now tied to the bed. My hands have been pulled over my head, there’s a strap across my stomach and another across my hips, and finally my legs have been spread and then tied to the bed. I struggle but there is no escape. If I’d felt helpless before then now I feel utterly wretched and totally beaten.

“Now my little BITCH.” Avril’s mockingly cold voice penetrates my senses. I twist my head to realise that she has been sitting watching me. She still has a glass of wine but as she stands up I realise that she is now totally naked. “I wondered how my new BITCH should celebrate Christmas and then I knew, I’d let her make me come and then come again and again and again.”

I say nothing; there is nothing that I can say that will have any affect whatsoever. This is going to happen; I am going to lick Avril’s pussy.

She straddles me, facing down my body. I have a perfect view of her pussy, its engorged lips, the scattering of pubic hair. IT hovers above my face; the excited, musky smell assails me.

“Well?” Avril asks in a soft but confident voice.

I extend my tongue, raising my head, my face brushes against the inside of her thighs and then the tip of my tongue touches the hot, oily flesh of her outer lips. I shudder as does Avril but for different reasons. Avril sinks lower and my tongue sinks deeper, her oily secretions start running down my tongue, dripping onto my face. It feels as if I’m drowning in her fluids.

Eventually Avril begins her climax, mashing down on me, ignoring my tongue, her discharge runs down my throat and I swallow. I’m a seat to be sat on, a saddle to be used. Avril’s orgasm happens around me, because of me but right now I’m furniture.

She moves away; still astride me but now sitting on my chest. I feel her slime spread across my body but say nothing. I’m happy to be breathing. Avril says nothing; she doesn’t even glance towards me. I see her taking a drink and then she wriggles back again.

“Again.” She says the only word she utters as her cunt descends onto my face.

Finally I’m sent to the shower. I don’t even look in the mirror; I don’t want to see what a mess my face is. I shower, dry myself and then return to the bedroom. I don’t know what to expect or how to handle myself.

Avril is lying on the bed, she’s naked and I notice that the curtains have been withdrawn and so I can see a dozen Avril’s, each as magnificent as the next. As she sees me Avril rolls from the bed and comes towards me. I take a step back, even naked she looks magnificent and I feel so inferior against her.

“Carolyn.” The smoky voice is back. “Let me look at you.” She touches me and I flinch. “Don’t be afraid, you pleased me and I have never punished anyone for pleasing me.” She ruffles me hair. “Nice, but I prefer a pet to wear her hair short, so after Christmas I’ll arrange for my hairdresser to call, you’ll like what he does.”

“Please … what’s going to happen to me?”

“Right now, we are going to bed, tomorrow or should I say later, you’re going to practice your technique…”

“I mean later … after the holiday.” I interrupt.

“Don’t ever interrupt me.” She snaps.

“I’m sorry.”

“Better and the future is my decision, right now I expect you’ll carry on your life with the one condition that I will vet your every action and that I will always have the first call on your services … now I’m going for a shower. You get the bed ready. I sleep on the left so you get the right … you may wear you knickers, nothing else.”

The bed is soft, luxurious. I find my discarded panties and climb beneath the quilt. I find that I’m tired and shaking and can’t explain why I haven’t just fled to my own apartment.

Avril returns, like me she only slips into her panties and then she climbs into bed besides me. I try to keep a distance between us but then her powerful arm pulls me closer. I can feel all of her long and powerful body pressed against my back.

“You’re shaking?” That smoky voice whispers into the darkness and my ear. “Is that through nerves, passion or both?”

“I have never done this before.” I answer.

She laughs. “Well get used to it, this is how I like to sleep, either with a lover or just my pet.” She brushes her hand against my nipples and then laughs again. “Did you like that?”

She knows I did, my nipples are up as soon as she touches me.

“Should I do that again?” I can hear the amusement in her voice.

“Please.” I whisper, shaming myself with my answer and the depth of my own perversion. This woman has literally taken me prisoner and now I’m begging her to touch me.

She does so, Avril is much more experienced than I am and soon I’m whimpering beneath her touch, arching my back and pressing against her. Avril’s hand pushes inside my panties, her fingers find how wet am I. She laughs. “Horny little BITCH.” She touches my clitoris, not hard, just rubs her finger tip over it. I come, hard and suddenly and all the time Avril plays with me.

“See BITCH, how kind I can be when you behave?”

“Yes.” I whisper, understanding the lesson that Avril had just taught me. I drift to sleep, our bodies just touching, tomorrow will just be another day, but I also know it will be the first day of a new life for me.