FEMDOM Erotica: FACE SITTING WEEKEND

They were looking forward to this weekend, but for different reasons: she was a strict dominatrix, an authority figure, a strong woman who wouldn’t take no for an answer.
He was her submissive partner in crime, her obedient slave, someone who loved to beg for her mercy, for a chance to get a look, to be given the chance to enjoy in her amazing ass. While she was dressing up, late Friday evening, he knocked on her door shivering with anticipation. She was already in the dominatrix outfit, a beautiful leather corset, and straps that left her bubble but exposed. She took her whip, locked the door behind him and had him begging on the floor in a matter of minutes.

Truth to be told, he wasn’t expecting to be held hostage the whole weekend – he anticipated a nice Friday evening ass worship, maybe a sleepover and a nice breakfast, but whole weekend? He was in for one hell of a ride, and he almost came right there and then, still in his business suit, at the very thought of being locked and instructed to beg for her attention for more than two days.

They started with simple things: he was tied up, naked on the bed, while she would tease him, calling him names, explaining to him why she’s so superior and why he’s so worthless and unworthy of her perfect, tight ass. She would occasionally whip him lightly, just to show him who’s the boss; she would then touch him, slowly moving her finger on the inner side of his thighs, lick his stomach, twist his nipples hard until he would start crying out from all that pleasure and pain. Then she would proceed to stand above him so he could get a good look at her glorious, amazing ass. By this point he would be begging and crying to get a taste of this round, hard ass and her wet pussy; she would deny him the opportunity, never relinquishing control. But after a while she would show mercy and slowly crouch above him, letting him feel the body heat emanating from her tight ass. He was so hard at this point that it almost pained him; he was ready to cum without touching himself, but she would stop him every time with harsh commands barked through her clenched teeth. Then she finally started to sit on his face, smothering him with her ass.

He almost suffocated from all the excitement and pleasure for the first time, and after a couple of hours of that on Saturday he begged her to release him, to let him cum, to let him have some privacy. She denied every request but when he unwillingly came all over himself, she showed some leniency and decided to untie him. He massaged his hands and cleaned himself, allowing blood to run freely and check out her amazing leather outfit. It was time to for some ass worshipping – and he proceeded to do that like an expert.

Following her every command, he slowly touched her ass, massaged it, rubbed his fingers against soft, silky skin while she was commanding him to move, to be faster or slower, to touch this or that place. He came so many times on Sunday while she was sitting on his face or letting him worship her ass that he completely lost count; he couldn’t tell what day it is or when he got there. All it mattered is that his hot dominatrix was training him to be the perfect, obedient ************ and letting him get a taste of that divine ass of hers!