Mistress Catherine

[canadian mike]

This is an account of a lady I visisted quite some time ago. She actually was a true dominatrix and a friend.

My Christmas Present From Mistress Catherine


Where had it all began? I suppose that my surprise Christmas present from Mistress Catherine started a week before the special evening. Once our arrangements to meet had been finalized, I gradually grew more and more excited with every passing day. Thoughts of precious evenings spent alone with the wonderful Goddess Catherine danced through my mind almost every minute of every day. And I must add that these thoughts were and are delicious memories spent with a wonderful lady, who is dear to my heart.

You could say that when the day of reckoning arrived I was an absolute mess. My stomach constantly grumbled, any task at work was difficult to carry out, but I somehow survived to make a 10-minute journey to a familiar motel in Belleville. Would you believe that I had spent several days prior to meeting Mistress Catherine practicing holding my breath? Surprisingly enough to me, I had actually worked myself up to 1 minute and 45 seconds. I'll go back a bit to where it began for me that night.

At 5:45pm I was desperately trying to have a shave, as I wanted Mistress Catherine to have a smooth face to sit on…. smooth as a baby's bum, as they often say. This shaving issue proved to be somewhat difficult….I eventually ended up dry shaving in a bathroom



upstairs…a quite painful task, but one that produced acceptable results for my Mistress. From there, I drove to Belleville. I decided that I had plenty of time to spare so I went and checked my mailbox in the mall. Then I went and bought a few flowers for Mistress Catherine, remembering her commenting on liking flowers. Then I realized that I was in need of gasoline for my car. After fueling up, I realized that I was late. By the time I arrived at the motel, I was exasperated to say the least.

It was so very nice to see Mistress Catherine again. It felt like such a long time since I last saw her and we spent some quality time together. We embraced and I loved her warm welcome hug…I always do. I was elated with happiness to be there with this wonderful lady once again. Mistress Catherine looked very nice. She wore a long black dress and cardigan. She looked very classy indeed. As with tradition, I rambled on like a mad man. It must be an imbedded nervous reaction of mine to just talk and talk. Or perhaps it is something that I save for when I am alone with Mistress Catherine?



Well, as if she were trying to add to my nervous condition, Mistress Catherine commented that she needed to put on a pair of pantyhose if we were to go out to supper.
What is it about pantyhose for me? God, just mentioning them gets me all worked up. I know that the silky garment makes a lady's legs look smooth and silky and that the delicate material adds to the seductive power of a woman's bottom. When I am confronted with a vision like this, I go weak in the knees. I've simply resolved myself to the fact that I have a fetish for a lady in pantyhose and accept it as that.

Mistress Catherine and I talked some more, or should I say that I talked? She looked tired and suggested that perhaps we should just stay in the motel room. Well, through some convincing, I took Mistress Catherine out to our old stomping ground…Bailey's.
We were seated by a very nice fireplace. Mistress Catherine looked so nice in the glow of the hearth. It felt so nice to talk to her. In fact time simply flew by for me. Before I knew it, it was 9pm. So we both left Bailey's and made a quick stop in a convenience store to pick up a few refreshments. I was a few hairs shy of panic at that point because I knew that I was rapidly approaching the moment that I had been longing for. I was immediately conscious of the temperature when we entered to room. God I felt so hot. In my feeble attempt to ward off my nerves, I started to talk and talk. At some point in all of my rambling, Mistress Catherine opened up the curtains in the room. We both checked out the view and I soon feared that she might have me do a striptease dance in front of the window. Well, perhaps my Goddess took pity on me that evening, or maybe she was simply too tired because she drew the curtain closed and instructed me to start my little dance. As always, I had difficulty finding music to dance to. We both chuckled at the fact that the only music was RAP. In the end, RAP was the choice for my humiliating dance show.

As the beat continued, I struggled with trying to remove my clothing. I genuinely felt embarrassed with my striptease act. There were a few interruptions as I attempted to find other tunes to dace too, but I soon became totally naked before my Mistress. Does one ever feel vulnerable when you are naked like that. Mistress Catherine seemed to be enjoying herself very much because she started teasing me about having a friend takes some photos for the Sun Shine Boy. She even had me put my jeans back on to see what the shot might look like. And all through this, I felt so nervous and conscious of the power that this lady held over me.

The moment of truth finally arrived. I was instructed to get on the bed. After assuming the proper position, Mistress Catherine inquired as to if I were relaxed and comfortable. This couldn't be further from my condition. In fact I swear that I must have been visibly struggling to prevent myself from breaking into a trembling fit. My mind was swarmed with both fear and excitement. Mistress Catherine sat beside me on the bed. She was so close to me. Everything about her looked so powerful, so dominant and seductive. At that point, I was filled with such a longing for her to sit on my face. I looked at her…seeing her dress and a glimpse of her pantyhose covered knee. This mere glimpse made me feel all the more nervous and hotter.

The order of the day was to be a traditional tickling. And as always, it proved to be a torturous endeavor for me. Mistress Catherine's talons seemed to be everywhere. Sometimes they would lazily roam around my lower regions, which really tensed me up. Then they would simply attack my stomach in a frenzy. As Mistress Catherine continued to tickle me, she casually asked me if I wanted to pass out that evening. I couldn't deny the fact that I honestly did wish things to go that far. Mistress Catherine inched herself a little closer and I tensed up even more. But the tickling continued and I was reduced to a trembling and struggling mess lost to a wold of emotions and fear of what this lady might do to me next.

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I knew that it is coming, but I am always surprised when it does. When Mistress Catherine started to position herself to sit on my face I swear that my world exploded. It felt like it took my Goddess a lifetime to climb up onto my face and I truly loved every second of it all. Once Mistress Catherine had her beautiful bottom positioned right over my face, I swear that I had left this world and gone to a better place…heaven!
It honestly is impossible for me to describe how beautiful Mistress Catherine's bottom looked as it was poised inches above my face like that. In silence, I took it all in. I saw her dark tan pantyhose and her lovely inviting panty. I also saw the power and size of Mistress Catherine's bottom. Hunger nearly consumed me in those very short moments. I swear that at that point, I honestly wanted Mistress Catherine to snuff me beneath her bottom. Life to me just couldn't be any better than right then. I felt like I belonged on my back awaiting my fate from my Goddess Catherine. Moans of ecstasy escaped my lips and I watched as she slowly lowered herself down.

I was soon plunged into a sweet world of darkness and heat. In the erotic silence, I prayed to the almighty to allow me to hold on to the air in my lungs for longer than ever before. And I asked for the courage to see my sensuous torture to its bitter finale. To my surprise, Mistress Catherine lifted up just a few moments later. Taking advantage of the moment, I sucked as much fresh air into my lungs as I could. My calculation was correct as Mistress Catherine smothered me again a mere second or two later. She continued sitting and lifting her perfect bottom on and off my face every few moments. I was lost to the adoration of her bottom. It was difficult for me to time the intervals and I soon became a little delirious.

Time passed and I was consumed with such a passion for my Mistresses smothering power. I couldn't stop my moans of estacy and fear from escaping my smothered lips. The seconds and minutes seemed to merge together. I had no idea how long Goddess Catherine kept me from breathing. I soon began to feel unusual…strange. This was hard to figure out because Mistress Catherine was actually letting me catch a quick breath here and there and yet I was feeling very weak indeed. Soon after this, it became difficult for me to concentrate or think. The constant crushing and smothering continued and I began to believe that I was going to pass out. Even my fingers throbbed and my arms felt like they were made of lead. Did Mistress Catherine know what she was doing to me? Was this a new plan of hers to weaken me to the point of no resistance than finish the job and put me to sleep? All of these thoughts rushed through my mind, as my body seemed to grow weaker by the second. Of course throughout this ordeal, that one part of my anatomy betrays me, as it remained defiant and rigid. God, it was all so erotic and exciting.

Mistress Catherine talked to me, but despite her voice, I was simply too consumed and delirious by her physical, breath controlling actions to fully comprehend what she was saying. I eventually grew too aroused to control myself any further and despite my weakened condition, I experienced a rapturous orgasm. I felt my manhood spill its seed onto my belly as I squirmed helplessly beneath Mistress Catherine. As my orgasm subsided, I heard my Goddess scolding me for coming without her permission. I honestly felt like I had betrayed her as well as myself. If only I could hold on for a few moments more and who knows what would have happened. But, alas my instinct for survival always prevails after the erotic emotions have left my body. I began to really panic and try to escape Mistress Catherine's bottom.


Mistress Catherine did climb off my face and she sat beside me on the bed. God did I ever feel weak. I swear that I felt totally drained. I laid there sucking as much fresh air into my lungs as I could, enjoying the coolness of the room against my hot face. Mistress
Catherine mentioned that I had touched her bottom during the sitting. She wasn't very please with this action, but I honestly did not remember doing this. We talked for a while after I cleaned myself up with a towel. Eventually it became late and both of us needed to get up early the next day. So Mistress Catherine inquired as to if I were ready for round two. What can I say…I swear that I am always ready for my wonderful Mistress Catherine.

I laid down on my back again and gazed wide eyed at my Goddess as she slowly climbed up onto my prone form. As before, I saw Mistress Catherine pull up her dress and position her lovely legs either side of my head. She poised her wonderful bottom above my eager face. I watched as it slowly lowered down onto me. Once Mistress Catherine had settled herself comfortably on my face, my life-giving air was taken. It truly was pure heaven to lay there beneath such a lady and know that your very life was held under her bottom. I am truly amazed at how Mistress Catherine sits on me…she is a fantasy come true, in every sense of the word.

It took very little time for me to become consumed by her face smothering. The sight and fell of her pantyhose and panty covered bottom crushing and smothering my face is always far too exciting to me for the English language to properly describe. In a short time frame, I was reduced to a helpless, squirming servant, as Mistress Catherine casually sat on my face. It seemed like mere seconds before I orgasmed again. I was so lost in the moment as the emotions of release slowly subsided, Mistress Catherine released me from her suffocating bottom. She sat beside me on the bed.

Mistress Catherine and I talked for a little while longer, but it became quite late and both of us were visibly tired. So with a warm and tender hug, Mistress Catherine and I departed company.