The Face Sitting Ritual

The Face Sitting Ritual With Phil

Hello, naughty ones. A friend I’ll call Phil came by earlier, intent on engaging in one of his favorite pastimes. And I gladly indulged him, remembering the first time I straddled his face. We were being silly and wrestling, and I did it just to pin him down. But the look he gave me let me know it turned him on. So I stayed there, teasing him for a while. And when I finally moved, his cock was rock hard although neither of us had touched it. That’s when I realized that was a kink of his–a kink that soon turned into the face sitting ritual.

No Hands Were Involved

He just lay there beneath me, ready and waiting every time I took my seat on his face. Then the face sitting ritual of submission, service, need, and release began.

Sitting on a guy’s face was nothing new to me. But it was different with Phil because it wasn’t just about riding his tongue until I came. It was about power. Control. Ownership. And for him, it was about surrendering to erotic sensations in a way that was foreign to me.

What The Face Sitting Ritual Taught Me

When I sat on Phil’s face, I was essentially taking the reins. Granted, he never said that’s what he wanted. But he told me through his actions and reactions. His voice, breath, and body were mine to play with—to control. He was there to serve and experience. To my surprise, I enjoyed deciding exactly how long his face stayed between my legs, and to what degree. Of course, I would use his mouth as a toy and grind my pussy against his lips and tongue until I came as many times as I wanted to. Other times, we would experiment with breath play.

The Agreement

His face was mine to use as I saw fit, and there were times I rewarded him with rain, as we called it. He welcomed it because the face sitting ritual was about being used. Controlled. Owned. And I knew exactly when he was close to the edge. His body would stiffen, his breath would grow more ragged, and his untouched cock leaked more precum.

That said, Phil never got to come during the face sitting ritual. That’s because his orgasms didn’t belong to him. They belonged to me. As I said, he wanted me to take control. So he knew better than to even move his hips while I was sitting on his face. That denial was part of the agreement.

Ready To Experience The Face Sitting Ritual?

I like to think of the face sitting ritual as more than just a kink. It’s a test, in my opinion. Or perhaps it can be thought of as a practice in stillness, obedience, and devotion that provides you with an orgasmic high via a myriad of sensations, even if you never come.

Are you ready to take Phil’s place? Call me, and let me own your face the way I own his.

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