Training!

Poor innocent James tried to bargain with catburglar Alba. The timid young man promised he would be no trouble, even offering to be restrained while his slinky assailant took what she pleased.

It was all too easy for the petite thief as he was roped and gagged on the sofa, while she rubbed her shiny, booted body all over him.

After she had her fun, it was time for business as James was hogtied on the floor, balled up socks wrap gagged in his mouth. But Alba had a heart and popped her tits out of the suit to make him very uncomfortable on the cold floor.

Maybe she’ll take pity and give him a little tug to remember her by.

Sound on

You’re disgusting spit face

Underwear off, boy!

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Rethinking Facesitting

For me, facesitting always seemed to be just another male fantasy, and I only did it as a special treat for him. Whenever I tried to sit on his face, it did feel good. It got me revved up as his tongue technique is stellar, but the position was never quite right for me to really let go and experience orgasm.

Having to maintain balance, ensuring he could breathe, and worrying about hurting him with my weight was too much of a distraction to be able to cum. That’s why I have always preferred to lay back, get comfortable, and let him go down on me.

Recently, when I decided to treat him in this manner, my opinion changed completely. I don’t really know what was different this time from the others, maybe practice makes perfect, but it seemed much better.

I enjoyed a nice slow buildup as he took his time, just enjoying my taste. With my eyes closed, I got lost in my fantasy world, and before I knew it, I was so close.

Forgetting in that instant that I was sitting on his face and needed to be careful not to hurt him, I lost control of myself and started grinding hard into his face, taking all the pleasure and sensation I could possibly get, and giving myself an amazing orgasm.

And you know what? It didn’t hurt him in the least and he didn’t die of suffocation. When I got off of his face he looked like a drowned rat, but he was grinning and told me how awesome it was, that he enjoyed it as much as I did. It left him extremely sexually frustrated which is always a good thing.

Knowing that I just rode his face as hard as I could, driving myself into him with all my might, I realized that I don’t have to worry about hurting him any longer.

If it could be this good consistently, I would want to facesit him for my own pleasure, not just as a treat for him. The last few times, I just sat my full weight on him and truly enjoyed myself. It was so hot when he was struggling, turning his face side to side, trying to get air.

I love that I have more control of the action, bearing down on him in the moments when I want more sensation, and lifting off when I want to calm down a bit. I now like the fact that he doesn’t make me orgasm, rather, I remain in control and initiate the orgasm myself exactly when I want it.

We aren’t having sex. I am just using him as a tool to masturbate myself on.

Someone is ready for the weekend!

Sandra enjoyed the fact that she was cleverer than her husband, and outsmarted him constantly, using every opportunity to increase her domination of him, and to reinforce his feelings of inferiority to her.

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