Lady Cathy, a voluptuous and dominating woman, decided today was the perfect day to engage in some intense facesitting. She eagerly scanned the room, searching for someone who would be willing to submit to her desires. Eventually, her eyes landed on a young man who looked nervous but willing. She approached him, her heavy steps echoing through the silence of the room.
"You," she said with authority, pointing at him. "You will be my submissive today."
The man palpitated with fear but also excitement; he had been longing for this kind of experience for quite some time. He nervously nodded his head in agreement.
"Good," Cathy said, her voice commanding. "Firstly, you will kneel down and kiss my feet as a sign of your obedience."
The man hesitated for a moment before kneeling before her and pressing his lips to her feet. He could feel the softness of her skin against his own as he savored the scent of her perfume. He could hardly believe he was here, performing such an intimate act for this powerful woman.
"Now rise," she said, a smirk forming on her lips. "But don't forget your place."
The man rose, his head bowed in submission as he followed her to the couch. She motioned for him to rest his head on the cushion and before he could think twice, she had climbed onto his body, her massive weight pressing him down into the couch.
"Breathe deep," she commanded, gently pressing her thighs against his face. The smell of her sweat and femininity was overwhelming, but the young man couldn't help but take deep breaths, his lungs straining under the weight of her body. As his face was buried deeper into her folds, he felt his heart race with anticipation.
"Now," she said, "you are mine to do with as I please."
She took her time, running her fingers through his hair and holding his head in place. Her sweaty thighs squeezed his face tighter, making it difficult for him to breathe, but he didn't dare move a muscle. He could feel her heartbeat against his cheek as her body trembled with pleasure.
"Mmm," she moaned softly, her breath hot against his ear. "You're doing well, my pet. Now, let's see how well you can handle this."
Without warning, she began to grind her hips against his face, her swollen clit rubbing against his lips and nose. He tried his best to please her, licking and nibbling gently at her folds as she grew wetter and wetter. Despite the struggle to take in air, he couldn't help but find enjoyment in making her moan like that.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally removed herself from his face, leaving him gasping for air. She was wearing a seductive smile on her lips as she sat back on the couch. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice husky with lust.
The man coughed, trying to catch his breath. "I... I'm okay, Mistress," he rasped.
Cathy chuckled darkly. "You will be," she promised before reaching down to pick up her phone. Her fingers glided over the screen as she watched a video of a woman wearing only black lace underwear sitting on a man's face. The young man's eyes widened as he realized what she was planning.
"Don't worry," she said, her voice playful. "I won't make you wear that."
She stood up, revealing she was still wearing only her black lace underwear. The young man couldn't help but stare at her ample breasts and round stomach, his mouth watering for another taste. She climbed back onto his body, this time positioning herself more firmly atop his face. It was almost too much to handle, but he managed to take it, holding onto the cushions for support.
"Good boy," she purred, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Now, let's see if you can handle the real thing."
With that, she began to rock her hips against his face, her weight shifting rhythmically. His nose pressed into her soft folds, and his tongue flicked out to taste her delicious nectar. Despite the difficulty in breathing, he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of being so completely owned by this powerful woman.
As she moaned louder, the sounds echoing around them, he couldn't help but hope she would continue forever. He continued to worship her, doing his best to make her feel good despite his own discomfort. It wasn't until he felt her shuddering beneath him that she finally pulled away, leaving him panting for air again.
"You did well," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "Now, go and get me a glass of wine. And make sure it's chilled."
The young man scrambled off the couch, his head spinning with the mixture of pleasure and exhaustion. He hurried to the kitchen, grateful for the break but already anticipating what was to come next. He knew he was addicted to the power Lady Cathy held over him, and there was no going back now.
