cremlub
06-26-2006, 6:05 AM
Some Strong Stuff here - if this offends you please DO NOT READ.
I enjoyed sitting on him. From the time we were playmates to now. I have always enjoyed sitting on him.
Now we've been together as Queen and her throne for many years. Over the years I had developed a keen interest in using my body as an instrument of torment and even torture. With some whipping is an art. With Me, sitting is an art. Sundays are the best. I get to heap it on all day and there is no let up. I’ve learned to make him whimper and beg. I have learned to make sitting the ultimate torture and I loves these Sundays because he can't see an end to his plight. This day began with a huge amount of water to drink before he made My breakfast.
I dressed him in wool. Long wool underwear. A wool sweater and some nice wool socks. I've known for years his skin is overly sensitive. I’ve known that just like I've known his other weaknesses, like his queasy stomach and heightened sense of smell. I have used all of these to enjoy myself; on him.
It's after breakfast now and he has been laying on the couch in the tortuous wool, sweating and waiting for me. I like his mind to work. I stand over him and smile as I watch the sweat roll down his face. Wool is warm. Very warm. And itchy. I am wearing my light, cool housecoat. I would like to sit on him naked, I love contrast, but the wool would irritate my bum and the housecoat provides protection. Makes it quite comfy really. I sit on his stomach causing him to wince. I know there are a few reasons for that pained expression on his face. As my lovely fanny pushes down on to his stomach, the wool sticks itself further into his skin and the water I had him drink earlier would really like to leave.
I giggle and wiggle my bum. "As soon as the movie is over, you can ride me to the bathroom. Okay?" he nods. I smile. During the next two hours I leisurely suck on a cool bottle of water, flicking a bit on his face now and again. I can almost see the steam rise and hear the sizzle has the cool drops land on his now burning skin. With each second his bladder feels larger and larger and larger. His skin feels like it's being bitten by small bugs. He itchs all over and where my bum is, is now chafed and burning. Finally the movie ends. "Before I go to the bathroom I think I need a ride." My first orgasm happened years ago while riding on his back in the yard and I have since referred to them as "a ride". I tell him to bend his knees and I lean back and begin my "ride." Now my pretty tush is just inches away from his sweating face as I bounces it up and down to the rhythm of the ride...
Thinking about his mummification. Thinking about his need for relief. Thinking about My being here and him being there and knowing what is in store for him, I am soon swirling in the Ride. After my second explosion I wipe my juices under his nose. "I am too lazy to go all the way down the hall way to pee, so be a dear and open up". I smiled.
"...but..." I put a finger to his lips and mockingly pucker up. "Now, now no whining. I said after the movie you could ride me to the bathroom. I said nothing about you getting to go. And now after my ride I don't feel like moving so you will just have to fill in for my toilet now won't you?" I begin to pout, cutely. "Please." Now I laugh and flip my housecoat up over my buttocks. I let my bum slowly descend to his face and positions myself so he won't miss a bit. "I want you to think of how good this is going to feel and of the cool contrast. Think about it. Not only do I get to go, and you don't. I am going to be completely relieved and you'll be filling up even more with what I am gaining my relief from. It's almost enough to make a girl want to go for another ride,,,," I giggle and wiggle and slowly let's my pee flow into his mouth.... When I am done I commend him for not letting any of it on the couch. I raise one cheek and say "Here's a nice reward for you..." and silently release a stream of smelly gas into his nose... As his sensitive stomach takes over and he lurches a warm feeling runs through me. "Oh darn, now I will have to go for another ride,,,and the day has just begun.....So let's get that tongue out."
He regains control of his stomach and stiffens his tongue.
I love this position. His tongue drives deep into me while his nose blows cool kisses on my bumhole. I grind down more and push his nose further into my back hole. At the same time I push my delicate hands into his stomach. He feels like he is going to explode and groans as he desperately holds it in. His groan simply electrifies my groin and I begin to swirl into another ride.
After the sparks subside I prepares for another of my favourite little torments. To plunge him completely to the depths of hopelessness. He has been suffering for me for hours now. I have enjoyed numerous rides. Surely I will release him. Let him breath. Let him cool down and let him relieve himself. That is exactly what I want him to think. Because today, I am going further. Just now when he thinks it is all over it is going to get so much worse for him. Still seated quite comfortable on his face I says, "So, you've done well! That was a wonderful ride. Think you deserve your freedom?"
"uh-huh..." he mumbles from beneath my bum. "Well," I say, "just one more ride! Please." There is a slight mocking in my voice. "Just one more." He tries to nod. I turn around and again he finds his tongue deep inside me and my little back star winking on his nose once again. "Oooohhh, that feels so good it's loosened me up a bit!" I giggle and wiggle my bum on his nose and a cute little fart escapes. "Oooops" I giggle and he lurches again. "Oh just wait. There's a little more." I grunt. Without another warning my bum opens up and a turd slides onto his nose. He stomach is in positive turmoil. My bum opens more and it happens again. As he gags into me holding it back I swirl again. This has to be it he thinks. And just as he thinks that I giggles and says. "Hmmmm, that's going make a mess, but after you've been my toilet paper, you can take care of that as well. So, here’s one more......" I giggle and wiggle and it's only 1 pm. I love Sundays.
I enjoyed sitting on him. From the time we were playmates to now. I have always enjoyed sitting on him.
Now we've been together as Queen and her throne for many years. Over the years I had developed a keen interest in using my body as an instrument of torment and even torture. With some whipping is an art. With Me, sitting is an art. Sundays are the best. I get to heap it on all day and there is no let up. I’ve learned to make him whimper and beg. I have learned to make sitting the ultimate torture and I loves these Sundays because he can't see an end to his plight. This day began with a huge amount of water to drink before he made My breakfast.
I dressed him in wool. Long wool underwear. A wool sweater and some nice wool socks. I've known for years his skin is overly sensitive. I’ve known that just like I've known his other weaknesses, like his queasy stomach and heightened sense of smell. I have used all of these to enjoy myself; on him.
It's after breakfast now and he has been laying on the couch in the tortuous wool, sweating and waiting for me. I like his mind to work. I stand over him and smile as I watch the sweat roll down his face. Wool is warm. Very warm. And itchy. I am wearing my light, cool housecoat. I would like to sit on him naked, I love contrast, but the wool would irritate my bum and the housecoat provides protection. Makes it quite comfy really. I sit on his stomach causing him to wince. I know there are a few reasons for that pained expression on his face. As my lovely fanny pushes down on to his stomach, the wool sticks itself further into his skin and the water I had him drink earlier would really like to leave.
I giggle and wiggle my bum. "As soon as the movie is over, you can ride me to the bathroom. Okay?" he nods. I smile. During the next two hours I leisurely suck on a cool bottle of water, flicking a bit on his face now and again. I can almost see the steam rise and hear the sizzle has the cool drops land on his now burning skin. With each second his bladder feels larger and larger and larger. His skin feels like it's being bitten by small bugs. He itchs all over and where my bum is, is now chafed and burning. Finally the movie ends. "Before I go to the bathroom I think I need a ride." My first orgasm happened years ago while riding on his back in the yard and I have since referred to them as "a ride". I tell him to bend his knees and I lean back and begin my "ride." Now my pretty tush is just inches away from his sweating face as I bounces it up and down to the rhythm of the ride...
Thinking about his mummification. Thinking about his need for relief. Thinking about My being here and him being there and knowing what is in store for him, I am soon swirling in the Ride. After my second explosion I wipe my juices under his nose. "I am too lazy to go all the way down the hall way to pee, so be a dear and open up". I smiled.
"...but..." I put a finger to his lips and mockingly pucker up. "Now, now no whining. I said after the movie you could ride me to the bathroom. I said nothing about you getting to go. And now after my ride I don't feel like moving so you will just have to fill in for my toilet now won't you?" I begin to pout, cutely. "Please." Now I laugh and flip my housecoat up over my buttocks. I let my bum slowly descend to his face and positions myself so he won't miss a bit. "I want you to think of how good this is going to feel and of the cool contrast. Think about it. Not only do I get to go, and you don't. I am going to be completely relieved and you'll be filling up even more with what I am gaining my relief from. It's almost enough to make a girl want to go for another ride,,,," I giggle and wiggle and slowly let's my pee flow into his mouth.... When I am done I commend him for not letting any of it on the couch. I raise one cheek and say "Here's a nice reward for you..." and silently release a stream of smelly gas into his nose... As his sensitive stomach takes over and he lurches a warm feeling runs through me. "Oh darn, now I will have to go for another ride,,,and the day has just begun.....So let's get that tongue out."
He regains control of his stomach and stiffens his tongue.
I love this position. His tongue drives deep into me while his nose blows cool kisses on my bumhole. I grind down more and push his nose further into my back hole. At the same time I push my delicate hands into his stomach. He feels like he is going to explode and groans as he desperately holds it in. His groan simply electrifies my groin and I begin to swirl into another ride.
After the sparks subside I prepares for another of my favourite little torments. To plunge him completely to the depths of hopelessness. He has been suffering for me for hours now. I have enjoyed numerous rides. Surely I will release him. Let him breath. Let him cool down and let him relieve himself. That is exactly what I want him to think. Because today, I am going further. Just now when he thinks it is all over it is going to get so much worse for him. Still seated quite comfortable on his face I says, "So, you've done well! That was a wonderful ride. Think you deserve your freedom?"
"uh-huh..." he mumbles from beneath my bum. "Well," I say, "just one more ride! Please." There is a slight mocking in my voice. "Just one more." He tries to nod. I turn around and again he finds his tongue deep inside me and my little back star winking on his nose once again. "Oooohhh, that feels so good it's loosened me up a bit!" I giggle and wiggle my bum on his nose and a cute little fart escapes. "Oooops" I giggle and he lurches again. "Oh just wait. There's a little more." I grunt. Without another warning my bum opens up and a turd slides onto his nose. He stomach is in positive turmoil. My bum opens more and it happens again. As he gags into me holding it back I swirl again. This has to be it he thinks. And just as he thinks that I giggles and says. "Hmmmm, that's going make a mess, but after you've been my toilet paper, you can take care of that as well. So, here’s one more......" I giggle and wiggle and it's only 1 pm. I love Sundays.