Ive always enjoyed facesitting for the way it embodies female dominance, but it occurred to me while relaxing with a cup of green tea, comfortably seated on my slaves face that it could be taken even further. In my view, facesitting too often ends up being more of a treat for the slave than for the one in control, and that doesnt interest me.
So I decided to shift the balance. By turning it into something more physically demanding and uncomfortable, I made it about my pleasure rather than his. With his legs tucked around and behind me, I keep him firmly in place while I spank his backside; first with my hands, then with the soles of my slippers. The goal is simple: to push him past any enjoyment, until the appeal of having me sit on his face is completely overshadowed by the growing sting and soreness of his punishment.
