I am a leather lover who believes there is no more exciting vision than a beautiful woman dressed in leather. Especially when it includes leather pants encasing Her beautiful ass. I arranged a session recently with Vancouver Mistress Yuliya Kate, knowing that She had a extensive leather wardrobe. I told Her about my dreams, and that they included having Her sit on my face and smother me while wearing leather pants. She said that She loved to do that, and we made an appointment to get together.
When I arrived for our session, Yuliya was dressed all in black leather - long over-the-elbow gloves, a tight fitting bustier/corset, and a pair of magnificent butter-soft leather pants. The sight of Her made my heart race.
She started out by laying on Her back and having me worship and massage Her leather - beginning at Her feet and working my way up each leg, over Her hips and up to the top of Her bustier. Then I removed each glove, and as I slipped it back on over Her arm, She reached up and covered my nose and mouth, smothering me with Her gloves as I stretched them up. I worked my way back down Her body, and at one point I moved my head between Her thighs. As I did, She wrapped Her legs around my head, and squeezed tightly, trapping me in Her inescapable leather prison. The more I struggled, the more it forced my face farther into Her crotch - and the more difficult it was to get even a sip of air.
Soon She had me lay down on Her couch and tied my legs and arms with ropes. I was totally vulnerable and helpless to resist what She was about to do. She stood above me as I looked up at that gorgeous ass that was about to engulf me. Whatever was going to happen, it was too late for me to back out now. A wave swept over me that was equal parts fear and desire. Then She lowered Herself down onto me, completely enveloping my face. The scent and feel of Her butter-soft leather pants - and of Her inside of them - was intoxicating. Their seal was total: I could not find even a molecule of air, no matter how hard I gasped for it. At first, my lungs kept trying to suck in a breath, and my legs tried to kick, but after a while my body just relaxed in total submission to Mistress Yuliya. I would be allowed another breath only when (and if) She decided it was essential. Eventually, She did show mercy for a moment while I quickly took another breath before She sat right back down again - and stayed there until She determined I had suffered enough. After after a while, I was able to grab a few gulps of air when She got up to switch positions: rear-facing, forward-facing, side saddle.... and then She began all over again.
After She had totally devastated me with Her leather facesitting/smothering, She got up and took off Her pants. She had on a tiny g-string, and began to sit again on my face wearing only that. Her seat was moist with sweat as it covered my face, and She wriggled it back and forth. That was a bit of a welcome break, as I could sniff in a slight bit of air even as She sat on me this way. I could last forever like this, but that was not to be....
She placed me down on a mat on the hard floor, and put Her leather pants back to begin a round of brutal full-weight facesitting. She started out by sitting on me backwards with Her legs on my chest. Her full weight absolutely crushing my face under Her ass. The fact that I couldn't breathe became less important that the overwhelming, wonderful pressure of Her leather covered seat grinding into my face. There was nothing I could do to but lay there and endure Her torture. Nor was there even a thought of when She might have enough pity to release me - even for a moment. When She eventually did, it was only for a brief second until She resumed my torment. This breathless face crushing went on and on as She tried out every imaginable position....several times. Each time the pressure of Her full weight on my face was more overpowering. At this point I couldn't even tell if She was sitting frontwards or backwards. My existence was reduced to the dark world of Her relentless pressure - pushing my face deeper and deeper into the place where it belonged. And then my whole body stiffened as it reached the most tremendous ecstasy ever.
For a life-long lover of women in leather, there is no more intensive or erotic way to submit to their power than with Mistress Yuliya Kate's leather-pants facesitting.
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When I arrived for our session, Yuliya was dressed all in black leather - long over-the-elbow gloves, a tight fitting bustier/corset, and a pair of magnificent butter-soft leather pants. The sight of Her made my heart race.
She started out by laying on Her back and having me worship and massage Her leather - beginning at Her feet and working my way up each leg, over Her hips and up to the top of Her bustier. Then I removed each glove, and as I slipped it back on over Her arm, She reached up and covered my nose and mouth, smothering me with Her gloves as I stretched them up. I worked my way back down Her body, and at one point I moved my head between Her thighs. As I did, She wrapped Her legs around my head, and squeezed tightly, trapping me in Her inescapable leather prison. The more I struggled, the more it forced my face farther into Her crotch - and the more difficult it was to get even a sip of air.
Soon She had me lay down on Her couch and tied my legs and arms with ropes. I was totally vulnerable and helpless to resist what She was about to do. She stood above me as I looked up at that gorgeous ass that was about to engulf me. Whatever was going to happen, it was too late for me to back out now. A wave swept over me that was equal parts fear and desire. Then She lowered Herself down onto me, completely enveloping my face. The scent and feel of Her butter-soft leather pants - and of Her inside of them - was intoxicating. Their seal was total: I could not find even a molecule of air, no matter how hard I gasped for it. At first, my lungs kept trying to suck in a breath, and my legs tried to kick, but after a while my body just relaxed in total submission to Mistress Yuliya. I would be allowed another breath only when (and if) She decided it was essential. Eventually, She did show mercy for a moment while I quickly took another breath before She sat right back down again - and stayed there until She determined I had suffered enough. After after a while, I was able to grab a few gulps of air when She got up to switch positions: rear-facing, forward-facing, side saddle.... and then She began all over again.
After She had totally devastated me with Her leather facesitting/smothering, She got up and took off Her pants. She had on a tiny g-string, and began to sit again on my face wearing only that. Her seat was moist with sweat as it covered my face, and She wriggled it back and forth. That was a bit of a welcome break, as I could sniff in a slight bit of air even as She sat on me this way. I could last forever like this, but that was not to be....
She placed me down on a mat on the hard floor, and put Her leather pants back to begin a round of brutal full-weight facesitting. She started out by sitting on me backwards with Her legs on my chest. Her full weight absolutely crushing my face under Her ass. The fact that I couldn't breathe became less important that the overwhelming, wonderful pressure of Her leather covered seat grinding into my face. There was nothing I could do to but lay there and endure Her torture. Nor was there even a thought of when She might have enough pity to release me - even for a moment. When She eventually did, it was only for a brief second until She resumed my torment. This breathless face crushing went on and on as She tried out every imaginable position....several times. Each time the pressure of Her full weight on my face was more overpowering. At this point I couldn't even tell if She was sitting frontwards or backwards. My existence was reduced to the dark world of Her relentless pressure - pushing my face deeper and deeper into the place where it belonged. And then my whole body stiffened as it reached the most tremendous ecstasy ever.
For a life-long lover of women in leather, there is no more intensive or erotic way to submit to their power than with Mistress Yuliya Kate's leather-pants facesitting.
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