The Fantasy Story (By Amara-Rau-Story and Hungry Guy)

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Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, NonConsensual, Slavery, Lesbian, BDSM, DomSub, FemaleDom, Rough, Humiliation, Black Female, White Female, Oral Sex, Water Sports, Scatology, Spitting, BBW, Caution, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Story co-written by Hungry Guy and Amara-Rau-Story. Celina seeks a mistress to face-sit and smother her, but the mistress she finds keeps her permanently against her will, and has other uses in mind that Celina finds disgusting.



For the last five years, Celina had tried every method she knew to try and make her fantasies come true. She posted adult personal ads on Craig's List, Collar Me and Fet Life, advertising herself as a trample slut, and answered as many. Her fantasy was to be smothered for prolonged periods under the voluptuous ass of a heavy woman who would use her many pounds of beauty to trample her. Celina didn't care how nasty the Mistress was because she wanted to be used and ultimately humiliated. Over the years, the few who answered her ad had lost interest in using someone as a mere object. Those whose ads Celina answered, likewise, wanted more out of a D/s relationship than merely to "own" an objectified person. Just as Celina was about to give up due to no responses, she received an email via Collar Me.

To: Celina

From: Mistress_D

Hello slut. I am responding to your request for a BBW

Mistress. I will allow you the privilege to show me

what you have and worship me. I'm a heavy black female.

Reply immediately like a good skank and we will set up

a meeting.

Celina's excitement grew and her heat became wet as she read Mistress D's email and she viewed the photo attached to the email. Celina found herself excited that the Mistress was black. She appeared taller than Celina, dark cocoa colored skin, soft brown eyes and very large curves. She estimated the woman to be about two hundred fifty pounds. With thoughts of what was to be in her future, she responded to the strong Mistress.

To: Mistress_D

From: Celina

Slut thanks you ever so much for your time and the

graces to allow her to pleasure you. Slut will ask

for nothing else other than for you to smother and

trample her.

They exchanged a few more emails about safety and signals, and a meeting time was agreed upon. They decided to meet at the Mistress' home as she commanded that it is her new slut's job to come to her. So, Celina drove right over without hesitation. Pulling into the paved driveway, she found herself before a large modern McMansion with ornate trim. Stepping out of her car, Celina and made her way to the double entry door. She rang the bell and waited.

As the door opened, a wave of heat accompanied by the unique smell of cocoa butter, leather and spiciness filled her nostrils. In front of her stood a black woman in a blue silk blouse and tight fitted dark jeans. Mistress D gestured Celina inside with a sinister grin.

Celina stood motionless in the large entry foyer motionless, not even moving her eyes from the floor inches from Mistress D's feet, not wanting to give the wrong impression. The dominant female gazed at her, looking her over and in an instant, she snapped her fingers. Almost as if possessed by that snap, Celina dropped to her knees and knelt at Mistress D's feet. She let out a cackling laugh and said, "Well, quite the submissive bitch, aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress," said Celina in a soft tone.

"And who told you to speak slut?" the Mistress bellowed as she grabbed Celina by her hair, jerking her head back. Celina winced but keeps quiet. Mistress D released her grip and shoved the girl onto her hands and knees and pushed her towards the living room. Quickly, Celina moved by crawling on her hands and knees. Once in the living room, she kneeled down near the couch awaiting further instruction. "Undress now. No little slut is worthy of clothing," said Mistress D.

Knowing she was not to speak, Celina first pulled off her red dress shirt up over her head, laid it on the glossy marble floor, then she sat on the floor and removed her white sneakers, placed them on top of her shirt and lifted her butt up a few inches to pull her jeans down. She sat back down on the cold stone, finished taking her pants off and placed them in the pile as well. Once finished undressing, she returned to the kneeling position.

"So you want to be smothered by all this?" Mistress D cooed as she ran her hands up and down her body. "Speak, slut!"

"Yes Mistress," said Celina.

"Well, I am going to let you but know that you deserve no comfort and you will do as I say when I say. Follow me."

Celina followed Mistress D through the large home and into an intimate room paneled in warm wood and plush carpeting. "Get on your back in the middle of the room now!"

Celina crawled over and laid down, the carpet somewhat itchy against her bare flesh. She kept her arms glued to her sides and her legs out straight. Mistress D smiled happily and pointed with a single word and finger, "Stay!" and walked out of the room. Celina stayed still, as she had no idea if she was being watched or not but her mind raced of what her Mistress was up to.

Moments later, Mistress D returned wearing bright red leather stilettos and carrying a plate full of chicken wings, fries, baked beans and a large slice of yellow cake. Celina was confused but said nothing. Mistress D placed the full plate next to Celina's head and stood with her feet beside both of Celina's hips. Without warning, she stepped onto Celina's crotch, driving the heel of the stiletto into her clitoral hood. Celina's body tensed at the feeling but she tried her best not to make any reaction. More pressure was added, the toes of the boot now dug into her pelvic mound and a small yelp of pain escaped her lips.

Mistress D laughed and said, "Well you do seem to handle pain fairly well. I hope your body can withstand anything I dish out to you. As you can see, slut, I brought food with me as it is lunch time and I do not want to have to get up while I'm sitting on that pretty little face of yours."

Mistress D walked away from Celina and rolled out a low platform about 6 inches high and as wide, and about 5 feet long. "Lay on that!" said Mistress D.

As Celina did so, Mistress D produced a few lengths of cotton rope. She tied Celina's wrists and ankles to eyebolts on the sides of the platform. She then grabbed the remote for the TV from on top of the coffee table and straddled Celina's head. Celina gazed up in amazement as the Mistress' ass seems to block her view of anything else in the room. Celina took in a few long breaths and prepared herself to be smothered. Not even saying a word, the Mistress lowered herself onto Celina's face, spreading her cheeks first and then releasing as Celina's entire face is deep within her ass. Mistress D sighed softly and wiggled a little. She locked her thighs around Celina's head, turned on the TV and picked up her plate of food to eat lunch. Celina could see nothing but darkness and the weight of the Mistress made it very difficult to breathe. She could only hear the muffled sounds of the television and only felt movement from the Mistress either when she lifted her ass a few inches to let air in or to eat some more food. Her pussy made the experience intense with heat through her pants and the smell a very strong musk, making Celina want to gag a little. This feeling did not last very long as Mistress D did allow her some fresh air every 2 minutes. As time passed, she felt the moisture soak through the tight pants and yet a firm grip was kept. Celina's heart raced and she felt like she would die until the finally, the Mistress rose up and peered down at her.

"All right little slut, sit up, take my plate into the kitchen and come right back," she said as she untied Celina's wrists and ankles and pointed toward the direction of the kitchen. Celina was completely out of breath and struggled to get going but then she remembered she must always be pleasing so she takes a few long breaths through her nose, takes the plate and puts it onto her back, making her way slowly by crawling to the kitchen. In the kitchen, she knelt up slightly with the plate in her hand and placed it carefully into the dishwasher.

Crawling back into the other room, Celina knelt back in the spot where she had been laying, serving as a seat for her Mistress. Keeping her bright green hues cast down to the floor, she listened carefully as Mistress D gave her the next instructions. She was told to get dressed and get home. Once home, she was to practice holding her breath by weighing pillows and blankets over her head for as long as she can. She was also told when she takes a shower, to sit in the tub with her mouth open wide to see how much of the water she can swallow before either chocking or spitting any out. Though Celina was unsure the purpose of these instructions, she whispered "Yes Mistress" before leaning down to place careful, soft kisses on her new Mistress' boots. Mistress D smiled and caressed Celina's long, dark red hair before letting her leave. Celina smiled back sweetly and rushed to get dressed before walking out the door and driving home.

Once at home, Celina sighed heavily and pondered the experience she just had. Being very obedient, she wasted no time in doing as her Mistress' told her. She took off her jacket off first, hanging it on a hook by the door, then her shoes and socks and placed them on the mat by the door. She rushed to her bedroom with excitement, peeling off the rest of her clothing and tossed them into the laundry basket. She stood at the foot of her queen sized bed for a moment, thinking and looking over her pillows and blankets. Two pillows and one large quilt did not see like enough weight, especially in comparison to her Mistress so she made her way swiftly out into her living room. From her couch, she grabbed two of the cushions and threw them onto the bed. She grabbed two more heavy blankets from the linen closet and carried these with her back to the bedroom. She smiled to herself about what she was about to do, she crawled onto the bed and pulled all the cushions, blankets and pillows close enough to be within her reach.

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