“Just you spend a few minutes admiring my ass,” she said. “It’s quite the sight don't you think?"
She wriggled above him and caressed her own ass with her hands, smiling as his cock grew to rigid hardness in spite of his anger and humiliation, or maybe because of it. Of course, he could not see her face and had no idea how much she was enjoying this. For her the real sexual thrill came from her power over a man, no matter what his age as long as he had enough of a sex-drive left to become turned on by her. Even so, and perhaps because of that, convincing him that it gave her no sexual pleasure at all was an essential part of it, a part that she knew would increase his humiliation and his anger at her.
Finally, she sat down right on his face. She wriggled to find a comfortable position, rubbing her pussy right on the gag and pushing her sweet young asscheeks to either side of his nose.
"Now, let's put on a good show for the audience," she smirked. "After all, we need more recruits."
He had no time to think about that, because she tightened her luscious but firm cheeks, squeezing his nostrils closed.
Beneath Dawn's ass, which had suddenly become his entire sensory world, Derek was mentally fighting several battles. Worst, was the conflict between two of his most basic instincts, the first being the instinct for survival, the instinct that tells every living creature it needs to breathe to survive. The second of his most basic instincts, the desire for sex, now found itself in conflict with that instinct to breathe to survive. Desperate as he was to press himself into her as any conventional man and indeed almost every male creature wants to mate with the most attractive female, this was quite impossible in his present situation. A close second to this desire came the urge to touch her, press his face against her and deeply into her. This desire was, of course, quite achievable and actually unavoidable in his present position with this beautiful young woman sitting on his face, yet then he could not breathe. .
It is always the same. The survival instinct starts to take precedence. She rises just enough to let him take a breath. In a strange way, he regrets her beautiful ass is no longer sitting on him. His desires take precedence until his very life depends on that next breath. And still the mental struggle is there. Does he ever reach a point where the desire for her ass becomes so strong that it wins, even when it goes on so long he cannot survive?
Then there is the struggle to control versus the desire to submit. He has no control here. Here he is helpless. He lives only if she decides he lives, and receives sexual gratification if that is what she decides. Even if she decides the only path for him is one of torture, still he has no control.
These were all things Dr Glory Benjamin was testing. Derek did not know of any of this, of course. Dawn knew, but she did not really care. For her, it was about power, absolute power over a man's life, and about her own sexual enjoyment in the teasing and humiliation of a male. Behind her,she heard two people walk by. She waited until they were gone and until Derek was thrashing madly for a breath he could not take until she allowed it. Then, and only then, she raised herself slightly.
As he gasped for breath she said, "Did you hear Glory and a new recruit walk by? There will soon be yet another male under my dominating ass thanks to your help."
She smiled at how that must make him feel. It was a quick smile, and then she sat down again.
Derek was going crazy beneath Dawn's ass. He was alternating between terror and desire. She would clamp her tight young cheeks over his nose and laugh with the thrill of the power and the delightful, physical, sexual thrill of his desperate movements underneath her. As he turned red and then purple, thrashing and squirming in his mad need to breathe, she mercilessly rode his face. She grinned as she felt his movements slow, as the lack of oxygen took from him even the strength to struggle to find the air he needed. Up and down went his body to try, hopelessly, to dislodge her, but she was an expert. Every movement he made that might, even in his restrained position, have allowed him to breathe for just a second, she anticipated and blocked. No movement of his head or his body could possibly free his nose for even an instant. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She rode him as expertly as any horsewoman in the saddle, rising and dropping with him, the task becoming steadily easier as his feeble attempts weakened.
Finally, all he could do was to extend his fingers and toes in complete helplessness, knowing that his consciousness was beginning to fade away and knowing that he could not last any longer. Now she must take notice and let him breathe. Now was his last hope, and yet now he was quite sure that she was going to kill him, and enjoy every second of it.
Dawn knew he was not going to die. Hell, he wasn't even unconscious yet. He was close, but not yet as close as she wanted him to be. She wriggled her bottom, adjusting it for maximum comfort and settled in for yet another minute of joyful facesitting to add to the other two. On the spur of the moment, at a thought, a delicious whim, a most wicked idea, she suddenly grinned to herself. She rose up unexpectedly, and the breath he had been holding instinctively exploded out of him. Before he could finish drawing that next big breath he so desperately needed, she sat down hard and firm, her cheeks locked tight once more. His eyes opened wide in total terror. His lungs were completely empty now. His terror and his thrashings were beyond insane now. She grinned, intending to hold him for another full minute while she gasped in pleasure at his writhing and what his nose was doing in her cheeks.
She was disappointed, for he had reached the point where he was not even fighting any more, and it had been less than thirty seconds since she had so briefly lifted from him. In fact it was exactly twenty-six seconds. She had been timing it quite precisely, and with equal precision she decided that she would, quite definitely, enjoy this for exactly four more brief seconds.
For Derek, those four seconds were an eternity. He was sure once more that Dawn was going to kill him, and this time she would not raise even long enough for him to take half a breath. Something snapped in his brain. It was not something physical, but something psychological. From that moment, a part of him actually did not want her to remove herself from his face even though she would have to for him to breathe. Part of him wanted his face to be a seat for her comfort, to have her dominating bottom ride him right to the end. It was an epiphany of sorts occurring just a fraction of a second before she did suddenly raise up and he was instinctively gulping in the life-giving air, shaking and crying as he gasped and breathed as though he had never breathed before.
Dawn watched him as he gasped for air, and waited until his breathing had started to return to something remotely resembling normal.
"Does my beauty take your breath away?" she mocked....
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"The Glory of Dawn" is a new story from Gloryboy published by Strict Publishing International and available at A1 Adult eBooks.
Susan Strict Publishing 
