Mistress Taylor Smother Fantasy
Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 5:18 am
Hello I'm new to the board. I'm going to share some of the stories I've written over the years, I'll start with one of my favorite ones. Skip the prologue if you want to get into the action.
Prologue
This is a story that is my fantasy. Now even though it is fantasy I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. The idea that one day this would occur… well lets just say I’ve thought a lot about it. Now my wife won’t even make me pass out; she’s worried that I “won’t come back.” So the idea of another person doing this is very unlikely. That being said if it were to ever happen there would be some ground rules I’m sure.
I’ve actual had a Femdom session that my wife participated in, her rule however was that there couldn’t be any nudity. So panties will be ok, but a nude face sitting, is out. So with that in mind I’m going to construct my little fantasy that I have day dreamed about for the last couple of years, ever since I read that thread where Mistress Taylor wanted to get a volunteer to do a pass out session and video.
To me Mistress Taylor is the ultimate Mistress. She starred in some of the first fetish videos I encountered on the internet. Her voice is sexy, her breasts are sexy, and heck her whole body is sexy. I love the way she has that delicious voice that tone that demands your attention… ah well she is just awesome. I’ve never had the privilege of meeting her but by all accounts I’ve read on-line she is also a genuinely wonderful person.
And so I dedicate this story to you Mistress Taylor. This is my fantasy and my dream.
Chapter 1
My heart was thumping in my chest. The taxi cab I was taking was almost to the site where I would fulfill my ultimate fantasy. Ever since Mistress Taylor had posted on the Mistress Destiny Femdom Forum about looking for slaves to do a pass out video I had been excited about the possibility. Sadly I doubted it would ever occur. Until for my birthday my wife knowing about my fetish said I could volunteer! I still couldn’t believe it, it was like a dream.
I had exchanged e-mails with Mistress Taylor and had a chance to speak with her over the phone. This would be a prolonged smothering! She had blocked off four hours of her time so that there would be no rush and she could finally smother a man to the point where he loses consciousness. That man was me! Holy crap Mistress Taylor St. Claire was gong to smother me!
I had arrived and was as nervous as a school boy on his first date as I knocked on the door. As she opened the door I took a sharp intake of breath. She was every bit as beautiful in person as she was in the videos she starred in. Mistress Taylor is 5 foot eight inches but she was wearing heels that put her right at six foot. She had on a black top with a plunging neck line displaying her impressive cleavage, a necklace dangled right above it. She also wore a short black leather skirt with fishnets.
Despite her gorgeous body I found myself drawn to her face. It was the face of an angel. She greeted me with a hug and I could feel her breasts against my chest. I managed to stutter out, “H-Hello Mistress Taylor.” When she smiled at my nervousness it made her even more beautiful. She said, “Did everything go smoothly at the airport?” Wow she wasn’t even just getting down to business. She genuinely cared and was personable as we made a bit of small talk.
She definitely put me at ease. Then she introduced me to another Mistress by the name of Jessica. Mistress Jessica was a tad bit shorter and less voluptuous but she had a very cute smile and I would place her age in the early 20’s. She had lovely light brown skin and dark hair; she also wore rings and a bracelet. One of her parents was Asian I am sure, and she was dressed in a similar fashion to Taylor. My main focus of course was still on Mistress Taylor.
Mistress Taylor took me to the room where they would film it. I took off my shoes, shirt, and socks. I left my pants on, one of the conditions my wife made me promise to. I was then given a simple cloth mask to wear. It was like a ski mask but more open, my nose, mouth, and eyes were all uncovered and unobstructed. I’ll admit to not wanting my face for the world to see, and thankfully Mistress Taylor was very understanding.
I’ll give you a brief description of myself. I’m 5”11 and a bit overweight but not what I would consider “fat.” I have short dark hair and hazel eyes. I am in my mid 20’s and before I even got to the internet I was fascinated with Femdom. Mistress Taylor has been my dream mistress for years and now I was standing before her!
In an airy voice she asked me, “Are you ready Jim, are you ready to be smothered?” I swallowed thickly, “Yes Mistress.” She then stripped off her skirt to reveal black lacey panties. My breathing grew heavier as I looked upon her perfection. She again blessed me with her radiant smile and said, “In your e-mail you said you were a man of your word. Do you promise to go through with this all the way? No stopping in the middle no matter how much you panic?”
This was the moment of truth. I am a man of word I believe that a person should do as they say they will do. Once I give my promise it is my bond. I also know that Mistress Taylor has had several failed attempts where the sub chickened out. And I don’t mean this in a derogatory way, they “manned” up well before I did and none of them insisted on wearing a mask like I was doing. But if I promised now, if I gave her my word, she would smother me. She would smother me unconscious.
With a good dose of fear I said, “Yes Mistress Taylor I promise to endure and I will not use the safe word. I can’t promise I won’t involuntarily struggle but I will not call this off until you have made me pass out.” Jessica added, “We’ll see what you say after you get under us!”
Mistress Taylor gave me a piercing stare, I started to look down in submission but she said, “No look at me.” After a long moment she said, “I believe him. And I’m so happy that he is getting passed out today.” She gave her bum a slap, “And this ass is going do it.”
Jessica said, “We should make him beg for the privilege of passing out under your ass Taylor.” There was a large bed low to the floor in the middle of the room. Taylor liked the idea of me begging for it, “Beg for it Jim, beg my ass.” I knelt to the floor while Mistress Taylor got on the bed and on all fours placed her ass inches from my face. Mistress Taylor’s ass up close and personal was everything I had imagined it would be. The thought of that soft beautiful bottom on my face sent me to cloud nine.
“Please Mistress Taylor, I beg you smother me. Smother me Mistress Taylor I want to be smothered by your gorgeous ass.” They both laughed. Mistress Taylor in a sultry voice commanded me to kiss her ass. I kissed it with a passion running my lips all over her delicious bum and planting several in the deep cleft her panties seemed to have been swallowed into. “Oh yes you like my ass get deep in there put your face in as far as you can.” As this was going on Jessica set up the two cameras that were in the room to record the action and got them playing.
I did as ordered and then Jessica grabbed my head with her hands and pushed me in deeper. My nose and mouth were mashed into Mistress Taylor’s delightful rear end. This was really happening they were starting to smother me! My nose was wedged in tight but I could open my mouth, and I did so breathing in a sip of air. “Close your mouth,” Jessica ordered. Obeying her I closed my mouth, I had not taken in a lot of air but I wanted to obey.
After several seconds of pure heaven I needed air, I squirmed a bit but Jessica kept her grip on my head, and my head in Taylor’s ass! Mistress Taylor said in that sexy breathless voice of hers, “Why are you trying to move don’t you like my ass?” I tried my best to just stay still but it only lasted a few seconds. I jerked my head and opened my mouth to suck in air.
Jessica slapped my face, “Get your head back in there.” I took a deep breath and dived back into sexy confine of Taylor’s ass. Mistress Taylor sighed, “I don’t think you like my ass very much.” I groaned a dissent, I loved her ass! She responded, “If you love my ass you’ll stay right there.” Once again I did my best until my lungs started to ache from lack of oxygen. In my weakness I once again opened my mouth and jerked away taking in several breaths.
Mistress Taylor teased me in a mock hurt voice, “Why don’t you like my ass?” I responded, “I love your ass Mistress Taylor, it is beautiful, I, I just lose control and I need to breathe.” She around said, “Well we will just have to teach you control won’t we.” Jessica slapped my backside and said, “Get on the bed panic boy, its time for your lesson.”
Chapter 2
At this point I hadn’t been pushed very far. I had played these smothering games often but I knew it was going to get more difficult. I crawled onto the bed and lay down face up. Mistress Taylor did a slow crawl towards me, every move she made oozed with sensuality. Using that same sexy voice that drove me wild she said, “Maybe my ass is too much for you right now; maybe we need to start with these.” She touched her breasts and moved above me.
I inhaled quickly as she started to come down, but she didn’t go down all the way. Instead she laughed causing her boobs to bounce. Only after I had exhaled a bit did she come all the way down her cleavage pressed firm against my face. You would think that in a breast smother you could get air easier but you would be wrong. Especially with Taylor, she blocked every possible avenue of air and leaned her weight on me. For a good half a minute I just basked in the wonderful feeling of her body on top of me. As wonderful as that feeling was my brain was insistent on me getting some air.
I tried to move my head but Taylor’s weight pinned me to the bed. I flopped a bit and as my urgency grew I managed to force my head to the side and inhale. While I had been enjoying the breast smothering I had lost track of Jessica. She had been poised and ready for me to take that breath and as soon as I did she jumped up and landed on my stomach with her knees.
Everything my lungs had just taken in whistled out of me and Taylor adjusted herself to put my face right back into the smothering position. Then the weight increased as Jessica lay down on Mistress Taylor. She said, “That will teach you to breathe.” Buried underneath their flesh I tried to escape, looking for that morsel of life giving oxygen. Finding none I started to panic. I let out a cry muffled by Taylor’s breast. Taylor laughed and taunted, “What’s the matter? Can’t breathe?”
No I couldn’t breathe and having been smothered for some time now without a real lungful I struggled only partially in control of my actions. My hands automatically tried to remove the weight from my face. I pushed on Mistress Taylor mightily and managed to shift her and Jessica just enough to get some air. Both cried foul. Taylor said, “Keep your hands down you are being a very bad boy.” Jessica added, “What a wimp, keep your hand down or you’re going to make us mad.”
I put my hands down stiffly at my side. After my sip of air Mistress Taylor’s bosoms collapsed down onto my face. Again Jessica lent her own weight as well. Due to only having a small intake of air I started to try to shift my head in less then 20 seconds. Taylor continued her teasing; “Now he’s trying to move away from my breasts, he must not like them either!” Despite their best efforts my constant squirming managed to break the seal and I greedily devoured the oxygen.
This happened two times more each time my neck moved this way and back and broke the seal on my mouth and nose. It got a little bit harder though as Taylor got used to how I moved and was starting to anticipate them. The next time Taylor blocked everything I tried, every shift of my head she countered. It passed the one minute mark into the heavenly hell that was this suffocation since my last breath. I let out another muffled cry.
My hands grasped the sheets of the bed; I was determined not to shame myself by using them again. So long without air the smothering ceased to be hot, it had turned into panic. My will power was fast crumbling; I was just about to try to heave them off of me when Taylor sat up slightly. I gasped. She said, “Oh I like it when you gasp.” Moving around now she asked, “Are you scared?”
I nodded, “Yes Mistress. I start out fine but then instinct takes over and it’s scary.” Taylor nodded with compassion, “Oh I know it must be very scary, to know that we are going to get you to that panic stage and then we are going to keep smothering you. You won’t like it but that is what makes it so fun.” She had said every word in a voice barely above a whisper. Her words and how she said it was simply the sexiest thing ever.
Jessica now wanted her turn. She did a reverse face sit and plopped down with little warning. My nose had taken the burnt of it and my eyes watered a bit. Her backside wasn’t as large as Taylor’s but it was enough to smother me. Taylor meanwhile straddled my stomach and held my hands down. “You try your slithery twisting with me slave and I’ll pop you one each time,” threatened Jessica.
Smothering under Jessica wasn’t as great as being under Mistress Taylor but hey it’s still a beautiful woman on my face! Long seconds passed and when I needed to I opened my mouth to try to breathe. I managed to get in some air. Mistress Taylor remarked, “You sure are good at sneaking in breaths, now be good and keep your mouth shut.” I shut my mouth and Jessica lifted slightly letting me get a tiny bit of air.
She sat another 30 seconds and then lifted again giving me a small bit of air. Another 30 seconds but this time she didn’t get up to give me air. I let out a groan. I was suffocating and I twisted with my neck trying to get air. POW, Jessica slammed her fist into my chest with quite a bit of force and added to that her rings made it painful. I let out a cry. Once with an open mouth I sucked hard and grasped on the bits of air that I could.
Jessica shifted trying to keep me from breathing. She said, “We need to tape his mouth shut, he’s getting way too much air.” Even though I couldn’t see her I knew she smiled as she said, “Oh don’t worry we will.” Jessica was without mercy she didn’t let me have a single bit of air unless I fought for it. And as I would turn my head hard during the start of my panic and suck in the air I would be rewarded with another chest blow.
After several blows Jessica got off. Looking down at me she said, “You keep fighting me and you are a little disobedient boy. Your lessons are going to get much harder.” Mistress Taylor smiled at the worried look in my eye. “Are you worried?” I nodded caching my breath from both the chest blows and the suffocation. “Yes Mistress Taylor.” She stroked my face, “You should be, Jessica is a sadist and you keep disobeying her, you really want to be a good slave and be on your best behavior.”
I heard the rip of duct tape. Taylor moved to a sitting position and crawled over and hovered over my face. I gazed up adoringly. Jessica had bound my ankles together with several turns of the tape as I admired the heavenly sight above me. Taylor descended slowly. The weight of her built up slowly and then she descended completely. This is what I had been waiting for, ass smothering by the goddess of Femdom.
Chapter 3
Mistress Taylor was sitting on my face! I was so excited I had almost forgotten to take a breath! Her weight settled on me and I will forever remember that moment. Mistress Taylor was an active sitter. She would bounce slightly and every so often give me some air. But each time was only a smidgen and then her full weight would again descend. Jessica asked her, “Why do you keep giving him air?”
“I like to hear him gasp,” Mistress Taylor replied. “I also want to wear him down, grind down his energy like I’m grinding down on his face.” She whispered in that seductive voice that drives men to the heights of lust, “Do you hear that slave; I am going to wear you down until you won’t even be able to struggle.” The idea was so incredibly hot and exciting. And it was also incredibly terrifying.
Taylor upped the ante by sitting longer and longer. The time between breaths started to grow agonizingly long. I started to squirm trying to get air on my own. Jessica must have stood up and pushed down on Taylor’s shoulders as the pressure on my face suddenly increased. I really started to struggle now. Mistress Taylor felt it and said, “You’re not pushing my ass away are you? That’s not very nice.”
As my lungs caught fire from the lack of sustenance I used my hands to push Taylor to the side just a little bit to sneak in some air. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me with your hands slave, don’t do that again.” As she easily turned my head back to being straight up for her ass to smother, I tried to obey. I held my breath as long as I could, longer then I thought possible.
But once again blind panic caused me to flop and squirm; I disobeyed Mistress Taylor and used my hands to touch her. This time she got completely off me and looked down on me as I was panting. “You are not being a very good slave boy,” she admonished me. I responded, still out of breath, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Mistress I can’t control the panic.”
Jessica slapped my face twice. “Oh you just wait slave toy until you are all tied up.” I let out a pathetic whimper. Some of you might think I was just role-playing that but in all seriousness this was starting to scare the crap out of me. Mistress Taylor brushed my cheek with her soft hand, “Why are you scared? You want us to control you.” I nodded and responded faintly, “Yes Mistress Taylor, control me.”
Taylor next sat down on my face in a forward sit. Her panty clad muff was right over my nose. “Jessica is going to put a restraint on you Jim. That’s so when you panic we will still be in control.” As I looked up into those beautiful eyes I knew I wanted her to control me. I needed her to smother me. I could feel Jessica place my hands into a bondage device. My hands fit inside and were sealed and the hands were attached together with a short chain. It completely prevented me from using my fingers and escape was impossible.
After my restraints were placed on me Mistress Taylor switched positions back to a reverse face sit. But first my hands were guided to above my head. Jessica knelt down on my forearms as the most beautiful mistress in the world sat back down on my face. Again she rode my face letting me gasp for a tiny bit of air a few times a minute. She gave me a fraction of a second and then nothing but her amazing ass.
After a particular long gap between breaths she said, “Ok Jim I’m going to give you a big gulp of air but then I’m going to smother you for a long time.” God I loved the way she drug out the word “long” so sensual and seductive. I prepared myself to breathe deeply. She continued to sit instead. “Oh did you need some air?” Yes I needed air! “Oh did you need some air,” she asked again. She wasn’t letting me breathe!
I squirmed and twisted as my need to breathe became all consuming. My panic was mounting I don’t think I’ve ever been taken that far before. Losing all dignity I screamed my terror into Taylor’s backside and using all my strength I lifted with my arms. Jessica wasn’t a particularly light girl but adrenaline gives you quite a bit of oomph. Using my arms I managed to dislodge Jessica and then push Taylor a bit in order for me to greedily suck in that thing we call air.
Both of them laughed at my crazed struggling. Taylor taunted, “Oh poor Jim I bet you thought we were going to be nicer didn’t you?” They laughed again as all I could was suck in huge gulps of air. “Are you ready for my ass again?” Taylor gave it a small slap. I wheezed, “No… I need just a… little longer… break.” Jessica straightened my head with her hands and Taylor descended again trapping me in her perfect airless prison. “Too bad, we are in control now,” Mistress Taylor announced.
I gave a muffled cry and immediately started to thrash as best I could. With my legs tied my lower body just flopped. My arms again were being pinned by Jessica’s full weight on them. Being smothered by Mistress Taylor is a dream come true and it is wonderful. But regardless of how hot the person who is smothering you is, regardless how erotic the situation is, once you get to the point of blind panic it ceases to be enjoyable. And I was there. The searing pain in my lungs was only matched by the searing terror in my mind.
I bucked, twisted, and turned trying to get free. Taylor is an expert though and she rode my face matching each attempt at movement. I strained with my arms trying to replicate what I had done previously dislodging both of them. I actually managed to lift Jessica an inch or two but then my muscles gave out and she dropped back on my arms pinning them once more.
This was it; I was going to pass out. My mind clawed away at that notion and in another fit of manic strength I pushed Jessica and Taylor again. The intake of oxygen was the sweetest I had ever had. “You stupid slave, you do not get physical with your mistress,” Jessica told me. Taylor had turned around so she was facing me, no longer on top of me. “Silly boy, you are wasting your energy and we are just getting started.” While Taylor’s tone was sweet Jessica’s was harsh. She said, “Don’t fucking push me!” She punctuated her demand with several harsh slaps to my face. I flinched from the blows, my face stung from them as they were not soft in anyway.
Mistress Taylor went on, “The sooner you let us control you the better.” I apologized and said, “I’m sorry Mistress I’m not doing this on purpose I… I can’t seem to stop myself from trying to escape.”
“Oh don’t worry soon you will be too weak to fight.” That beautiful smile on her face was both electrifying and petrifying.
Prologue
This is a story that is my fantasy. Now even though it is fantasy I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. The idea that one day this would occur… well lets just say I’ve thought a lot about it. Now my wife won’t even make me pass out; she’s worried that I “won’t come back.” So the idea of another person doing this is very unlikely. That being said if it were to ever happen there would be some ground rules I’m sure.
I’ve actual had a Femdom session that my wife participated in, her rule however was that there couldn’t be any nudity. So panties will be ok, but a nude face sitting, is out. So with that in mind I’m going to construct my little fantasy that I have day dreamed about for the last couple of years, ever since I read that thread where Mistress Taylor wanted to get a volunteer to do a pass out session and video.
To me Mistress Taylor is the ultimate Mistress. She starred in some of the first fetish videos I encountered on the internet. Her voice is sexy, her breasts are sexy, and heck her whole body is sexy. I love the way she has that delicious voice that tone that demands your attention… ah well she is just awesome. I’ve never had the privilege of meeting her but by all accounts I’ve read on-line she is also a genuinely wonderful person.
And so I dedicate this story to you Mistress Taylor. This is my fantasy and my dream.
Chapter 1
My heart was thumping in my chest. The taxi cab I was taking was almost to the site where I would fulfill my ultimate fantasy. Ever since Mistress Taylor had posted on the Mistress Destiny Femdom Forum about looking for slaves to do a pass out video I had been excited about the possibility. Sadly I doubted it would ever occur. Until for my birthday my wife knowing about my fetish said I could volunteer! I still couldn’t believe it, it was like a dream.
I had exchanged e-mails with Mistress Taylor and had a chance to speak with her over the phone. This would be a prolonged smothering! She had blocked off four hours of her time so that there would be no rush and she could finally smother a man to the point where he loses consciousness. That man was me! Holy crap Mistress Taylor St. Claire was gong to smother me!
I had arrived and was as nervous as a school boy on his first date as I knocked on the door. As she opened the door I took a sharp intake of breath. She was every bit as beautiful in person as she was in the videos she starred in. Mistress Taylor is 5 foot eight inches but she was wearing heels that put her right at six foot. She had on a black top with a plunging neck line displaying her impressive cleavage, a necklace dangled right above it. She also wore a short black leather skirt with fishnets.
Despite her gorgeous body I found myself drawn to her face. It was the face of an angel. She greeted me with a hug and I could feel her breasts against my chest. I managed to stutter out, “H-Hello Mistress Taylor.” When she smiled at my nervousness it made her even more beautiful. She said, “Did everything go smoothly at the airport?” Wow she wasn’t even just getting down to business. She genuinely cared and was personable as we made a bit of small talk.
She definitely put me at ease. Then she introduced me to another Mistress by the name of Jessica. Mistress Jessica was a tad bit shorter and less voluptuous but she had a very cute smile and I would place her age in the early 20’s. She had lovely light brown skin and dark hair; she also wore rings and a bracelet. One of her parents was Asian I am sure, and she was dressed in a similar fashion to Taylor. My main focus of course was still on Mistress Taylor.
Mistress Taylor took me to the room where they would film it. I took off my shoes, shirt, and socks. I left my pants on, one of the conditions my wife made me promise to. I was then given a simple cloth mask to wear. It was like a ski mask but more open, my nose, mouth, and eyes were all uncovered and unobstructed. I’ll admit to not wanting my face for the world to see, and thankfully Mistress Taylor was very understanding.
I’ll give you a brief description of myself. I’m 5”11 and a bit overweight but not what I would consider “fat.” I have short dark hair and hazel eyes. I am in my mid 20’s and before I even got to the internet I was fascinated with Femdom. Mistress Taylor has been my dream mistress for years and now I was standing before her!
In an airy voice she asked me, “Are you ready Jim, are you ready to be smothered?” I swallowed thickly, “Yes Mistress.” She then stripped off her skirt to reveal black lacey panties. My breathing grew heavier as I looked upon her perfection. She again blessed me with her radiant smile and said, “In your e-mail you said you were a man of your word. Do you promise to go through with this all the way? No stopping in the middle no matter how much you panic?”
This was the moment of truth. I am a man of word I believe that a person should do as they say they will do. Once I give my promise it is my bond. I also know that Mistress Taylor has had several failed attempts where the sub chickened out. And I don’t mean this in a derogatory way, they “manned” up well before I did and none of them insisted on wearing a mask like I was doing. But if I promised now, if I gave her my word, she would smother me. She would smother me unconscious.
With a good dose of fear I said, “Yes Mistress Taylor I promise to endure and I will not use the safe word. I can’t promise I won’t involuntarily struggle but I will not call this off until you have made me pass out.” Jessica added, “We’ll see what you say after you get under us!”
Mistress Taylor gave me a piercing stare, I started to look down in submission but she said, “No look at me.” After a long moment she said, “I believe him. And I’m so happy that he is getting passed out today.” She gave her bum a slap, “And this ass is going do it.”
Jessica said, “We should make him beg for the privilege of passing out under your ass Taylor.” There was a large bed low to the floor in the middle of the room. Taylor liked the idea of me begging for it, “Beg for it Jim, beg my ass.” I knelt to the floor while Mistress Taylor got on the bed and on all fours placed her ass inches from my face. Mistress Taylor’s ass up close and personal was everything I had imagined it would be. The thought of that soft beautiful bottom on my face sent me to cloud nine.
“Please Mistress Taylor, I beg you smother me. Smother me Mistress Taylor I want to be smothered by your gorgeous ass.” They both laughed. Mistress Taylor in a sultry voice commanded me to kiss her ass. I kissed it with a passion running my lips all over her delicious bum and planting several in the deep cleft her panties seemed to have been swallowed into. “Oh yes you like my ass get deep in there put your face in as far as you can.” As this was going on Jessica set up the two cameras that were in the room to record the action and got them playing.
I did as ordered and then Jessica grabbed my head with her hands and pushed me in deeper. My nose and mouth were mashed into Mistress Taylor’s delightful rear end. This was really happening they were starting to smother me! My nose was wedged in tight but I could open my mouth, and I did so breathing in a sip of air. “Close your mouth,” Jessica ordered. Obeying her I closed my mouth, I had not taken in a lot of air but I wanted to obey.
After several seconds of pure heaven I needed air, I squirmed a bit but Jessica kept her grip on my head, and my head in Taylor’s ass! Mistress Taylor said in that sexy breathless voice of hers, “Why are you trying to move don’t you like my ass?” I tried my best to just stay still but it only lasted a few seconds. I jerked my head and opened my mouth to suck in air.
Jessica slapped my face, “Get your head back in there.” I took a deep breath and dived back into sexy confine of Taylor’s ass. Mistress Taylor sighed, “I don’t think you like my ass very much.” I groaned a dissent, I loved her ass! She responded, “If you love my ass you’ll stay right there.” Once again I did my best until my lungs started to ache from lack of oxygen. In my weakness I once again opened my mouth and jerked away taking in several breaths.
Mistress Taylor teased me in a mock hurt voice, “Why don’t you like my ass?” I responded, “I love your ass Mistress Taylor, it is beautiful, I, I just lose control and I need to breathe.” She around said, “Well we will just have to teach you control won’t we.” Jessica slapped my backside and said, “Get on the bed panic boy, its time for your lesson.”
Chapter 2
At this point I hadn’t been pushed very far. I had played these smothering games often but I knew it was going to get more difficult. I crawled onto the bed and lay down face up. Mistress Taylor did a slow crawl towards me, every move she made oozed with sensuality. Using that same sexy voice that drove me wild she said, “Maybe my ass is too much for you right now; maybe we need to start with these.” She touched her breasts and moved above me.
I inhaled quickly as she started to come down, but she didn’t go down all the way. Instead she laughed causing her boobs to bounce. Only after I had exhaled a bit did she come all the way down her cleavage pressed firm against my face. You would think that in a breast smother you could get air easier but you would be wrong. Especially with Taylor, she blocked every possible avenue of air and leaned her weight on me. For a good half a minute I just basked in the wonderful feeling of her body on top of me. As wonderful as that feeling was my brain was insistent on me getting some air.
I tried to move my head but Taylor’s weight pinned me to the bed. I flopped a bit and as my urgency grew I managed to force my head to the side and inhale. While I had been enjoying the breast smothering I had lost track of Jessica. She had been poised and ready for me to take that breath and as soon as I did she jumped up and landed on my stomach with her knees.
Everything my lungs had just taken in whistled out of me and Taylor adjusted herself to put my face right back into the smothering position. Then the weight increased as Jessica lay down on Mistress Taylor. She said, “That will teach you to breathe.” Buried underneath their flesh I tried to escape, looking for that morsel of life giving oxygen. Finding none I started to panic. I let out a cry muffled by Taylor’s breast. Taylor laughed and taunted, “What’s the matter? Can’t breathe?”
No I couldn’t breathe and having been smothered for some time now without a real lungful I struggled only partially in control of my actions. My hands automatically tried to remove the weight from my face. I pushed on Mistress Taylor mightily and managed to shift her and Jessica just enough to get some air. Both cried foul. Taylor said, “Keep your hands down you are being a very bad boy.” Jessica added, “What a wimp, keep your hand down or you’re going to make us mad.”
I put my hands down stiffly at my side. After my sip of air Mistress Taylor’s bosoms collapsed down onto my face. Again Jessica lent her own weight as well. Due to only having a small intake of air I started to try to shift my head in less then 20 seconds. Taylor continued her teasing; “Now he’s trying to move away from my breasts, he must not like them either!” Despite their best efforts my constant squirming managed to break the seal and I greedily devoured the oxygen.
This happened two times more each time my neck moved this way and back and broke the seal on my mouth and nose. It got a little bit harder though as Taylor got used to how I moved and was starting to anticipate them. The next time Taylor blocked everything I tried, every shift of my head she countered. It passed the one minute mark into the heavenly hell that was this suffocation since my last breath. I let out another muffled cry.
My hands grasped the sheets of the bed; I was determined not to shame myself by using them again. So long without air the smothering ceased to be hot, it had turned into panic. My will power was fast crumbling; I was just about to try to heave them off of me when Taylor sat up slightly. I gasped. She said, “Oh I like it when you gasp.” Moving around now she asked, “Are you scared?”
I nodded, “Yes Mistress. I start out fine but then instinct takes over and it’s scary.” Taylor nodded with compassion, “Oh I know it must be very scary, to know that we are going to get you to that panic stage and then we are going to keep smothering you. You won’t like it but that is what makes it so fun.” She had said every word in a voice barely above a whisper. Her words and how she said it was simply the sexiest thing ever.
Jessica now wanted her turn. She did a reverse face sit and plopped down with little warning. My nose had taken the burnt of it and my eyes watered a bit. Her backside wasn’t as large as Taylor’s but it was enough to smother me. Taylor meanwhile straddled my stomach and held my hands down. “You try your slithery twisting with me slave and I’ll pop you one each time,” threatened Jessica.
Smothering under Jessica wasn’t as great as being under Mistress Taylor but hey it’s still a beautiful woman on my face! Long seconds passed and when I needed to I opened my mouth to try to breathe. I managed to get in some air. Mistress Taylor remarked, “You sure are good at sneaking in breaths, now be good and keep your mouth shut.” I shut my mouth and Jessica lifted slightly letting me get a tiny bit of air.
She sat another 30 seconds and then lifted again giving me a small bit of air. Another 30 seconds but this time she didn’t get up to give me air. I let out a groan. I was suffocating and I twisted with my neck trying to get air. POW, Jessica slammed her fist into my chest with quite a bit of force and added to that her rings made it painful. I let out a cry. Once with an open mouth I sucked hard and grasped on the bits of air that I could.
Jessica shifted trying to keep me from breathing. She said, “We need to tape his mouth shut, he’s getting way too much air.” Even though I couldn’t see her I knew she smiled as she said, “Oh don’t worry we will.” Jessica was without mercy she didn’t let me have a single bit of air unless I fought for it. And as I would turn my head hard during the start of my panic and suck in the air I would be rewarded with another chest blow.
After several blows Jessica got off. Looking down at me she said, “You keep fighting me and you are a little disobedient boy. Your lessons are going to get much harder.” Mistress Taylor smiled at the worried look in my eye. “Are you worried?” I nodded caching my breath from both the chest blows and the suffocation. “Yes Mistress Taylor.” She stroked my face, “You should be, Jessica is a sadist and you keep disobeying her, you really want to be a good slave and be on your best behavior.”
I heard the rip of duct tape. Taylor moved to a sitting position and crawled over and hovered over my face. I gazed up adoringly. Jessica had bound my ankles together with several turns of the tape as I admired the heavenly sight above me. Taylor descended slowly. The weight of her built up slowly and then she descended completely. This is what I had been waiting for, ass smothering by the goddess of Femdom.
Chapter 3
Mistress Taylor was sitting on my face! I was so excited I had almost forgotten to take a breath! Her weight settled on me and I will forever remember that moment. Mistress Taylor was an active sitter. She would bounce slightly and every so often give me some air. But each time was only a smidgen and then her full weight would again descend. Jessica asked her, “Why do you keep giving him air?”
“I like to hear him gasp,” Mistress Taylor replied. “I also want to wear him down, grind down his energy like I’m grinding down on his face.” She whispered in that seductive voice that drives men to the heights of lust, “Do you hear that slave; I am going to wear you down until you won’t even be able to struggle.” The idea was so incredibly hot and exciting. And it was also incredibly terrifying.
Taylor upped the ante by sitting longer and longer. The time between breaths started to grow agonizingly long. I started to squirm trying to get air on my own. Jessica must have stood up and pushed down on Taylor’s shoulders as the pressure on my face suddenly increased. I really started to struggle now. Mistress Taylor felt it and said, “You’re not pushing my ass away are you? That’s not very nice.”
As my lungs caught fire from the lack of sustenance I used my hands to push Taylor to the side just a little bit to sneak in some air. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me with your hands slave, don’t do that again.” As she easily turned my head back to being straight up for her ass to smother, I tried to obey. I held my breath as long as I could, longer then I thought possible.
But once again blind panic caused me to flop and squirm; I disobeyed Mistress Taylor and used my hands to touch her. This time she got completely off me and looked down on me as I was panting. “You are not being a very good slave boy,” she admonished me. I responded, still out of breath, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Mistress I can’t control the panic.”
Jessica slapped my face twice. “Oh you just wait slave toy until you are all tied up.” I let out a pathetic whimper. Some of you might think I was just role-playing that but in all seriousness this was starting to scare the crap out of me. Mistress Taylor brushed my cheek with her soft hand, “Why are you scared? You want us to control you.” I nodded and responded faintly, “Yes Mistress Taylor, control me.”
Taylor next sat down on my face in a forward sit. Her panty clad muff was right over my nose. “Jessica is going to put a restraint on you Jim. That’s so when you panic we will still be in control.” As I looked up into those beautiful eyes I knew I wanted her to control me. I needed her to smother me. I could feel Jessica place my hands into a bondage device. My hands fit inside and were sealed and the hands were attached together with a short chain. It completely prevented me from using my fingers and escape was impossible.
After my restraints were placed on me Mistress Taylor switched positions back to a reverse face sit. But first my hands were guided to above my head. Jessica knelt down on my forearms as the most beautiful mistress in the world sat back down on my face. Again she rode my face letting me gasp for a tiny bit of air a few times a minute. She gave me a fraction of a second and then nothing but her amazing ass.
After a particular long gap between breaths she said, “Ok Jim I’m going to give you a big gulp of air but then I’m going to smother you for a long time.” God I loved the way she drug out the word “long” so sensual and seductive. I prepared myself to breathe deeply. She continued to sit instead. “Oh did you need some air?” Yes I needed air! “Oh did you need some air,” she asked again. She wasn’t letting me breathe!
I squirmed and twisted as my need to breathe became all consuming. My panic was mounting I don’t think I’ve ever been taken that far before. Losing all dignity I screamed my terror into Taylor’s backside and using all my strength I lifted with my arms. Jessica wasn’t a particularly light girl but adrenaline gives you quite a bit of oomph. Using my arms I managed to dislodge Jessica and then push Taylor a bit in order for me to greedily suck in that thing we call air.
Both of them laughed at my crazed struggling. Taylor taunted, “Oh poor Jim I bet you thought we were going to be nicer didn’t you?” They laughed again as all I could was suck in huge gulps of air. “Are you ready for my ass again?” Taylor gave it a small slap. I wheezed, “No… I need just a… little longer… break.” Jessica straightened my head with her hands and Taylor descended again trapping me in her perfect airless prison. “Too bad, we are in control now,” Mistress Taylor announced.
I gave a muffled cry and immediately started to thrash as best I could. With my legs tied my lower body just flopped. My arms again were being pinned by Jessica’s full weight on them. Being smothered by Mistress Taylor is a dream come true and it is wonderful. But regardless of how hot the person who is smothering you is, regardless how erotic the situation is, once you get to the point of blind panic it ceases to be enjoyable. And I was there. The searing pain in my lungs was only matched by the searing terror in my mind.
I bucked, twisted, and turned trying to get free. Taylor is an expert though and she rode my face matching each attempt at movement. I strained with my arms trying to replicate what I had done previously dislodging both of them. I actually managed to lift Jessica an inch or two but then my muscles gave out and she dropped back on my arms pinning them once more.
This was it; I was going to pass out. My mind clawed away at that notion and in another fit of manic strength I pushed Jessica and Taylor again. The intake of oxygen was the sweetest I had ever had. “You stupid slave, you do not get physical with your mistress,” Jessica told me. Taylor had turned around so she was facing me, no longer on top of me. “Silly boy, you are wasting your energy and we are just getting started.” While Taylor’s tone was sweet Jessica’s was harsh. She said, “Don’t fucking push me!” She punctuated her demand with several harsh slaps to my face. I flinched from the blows, my face stung from them as they were not soft in anyway.
Mistress Taylor went on, “The sooner you let us control you the better.” I apologized and said, “I’m sorry Mistress I’m not doing this on purpose I… I can’t seem to stop myself from trying to escape.”
“Oh don’t worry soon you will be too weak to fight.” That beautiful smile on her face was both electrifying and petrifying.