Domme-ologue: For the Love of Face Sitting! I've always been..

Domme-ologue: For the Love of Face Sitting!

I've always been wary of face sitting. I'm 6'3" and athletic, so my thighs are crazy thick and powerful. I've been worried that I might crush someone like a watermelon if I tensed up.

Normally I just lounge luxuriously and make sure my playthings eat a balanced meal while I shower them with praise and degradation in turn. But, my sweet pet (I call her Bunny, so she knows she's my prey) has been positively BEGGING for it for so long, and I'm nothing if not a doting owner.

So, last night I decided that she'd finally earned herself a gourmet meal. Like any good owner, I first made sure she gave me a show, commanding her to strip daintily for me and show every inch of her curves (I expect my dinner guests to be clean and proper, after all). Nothing gets her going like exhibition, so by the time I was satisfied she was ready, she was already drooling for my lips. I threw her on the bed and presented her with the finest meal she's had in a long time.

Can I just say, a pet that knows how to service their owner is worth their weight in gold, especially when they have an oral fixation that they just can't stifle. My good Bunny went to town like she hadn't eaten anything in weeks. With lots of coaxing to "make sure to eat every bite" and "if you want desert, you need to eat a balanced meal", I was already grinding myself into her harder than I expected too. But, my little champ just held on tight and ate her heart out.

Once I decided she'd had a balanced meal, it was time for her desert. Of course, that didn't mean that she could stop servicing me, just that I broke out the magic wand, subtly teasing her at first until she was moaning into me, begging for more. She hardly lasted 2 minutes after that, cresting again and again, moaning my name and title into me has she squirmed and shivered. But, there are still rules. Any time she stopped licking, the wand went away, leaving her whimpering and crying for forgiveness as she returned to servicing me. This, of course, went on until she was a blubbering mess beneath my thighs, hardly able to form a cohesive thought, a delightful pool of pleasure. Being a good owner, I gave her a brief respite, before demanding she get back to work on me, so that I might cover her face in my juices and give her a reminder that she is MINE.

A wonderful session, to say the least, but also an awakening for me. I've always been so wary, so concerned I might hurt those whose face I deemed worthy to be my throne, but no longer. I'm convinced: face sitting is superior, and I definitely intend to use her as my throne again.