The last time I went to visit Miss Jessica Wood (aka The Empress, aka Facesitting Mistress) was about a week before her birthday, and so she wanted four gifts instead of the usual three. She was sat in the reception room at her palace, looking divine as ever in her polo neck jumper, belt, a g-string, socks and boots, all presents previously bought for her by me. When she was ready to see me she called me in and so I crawled in on my hands and knees, half naked and barefoot wearing just a pair of denim jeans.
As is the custom, I was ordered to greet Empress Jessica by worshipping first her boots, then her socks and finally her bare thighs. Not wanting to waste any time, she demanded her first present, which happened to be a new pair of boots. She was not impressed with the boots at first, rewarding me with a hard face slapping which left my ears ringing. It was the brown colour that concerned her, and also the fact that they were very long and one would not be able to see much of her pretty socks above them. I pointed out that at least they had very firm toecaps, and that they would be good for kicking her slaves without hurting her feet. I regretted this as soon as I had said it, as The Empress responded with, "Well, we can test that out in a minute can't we?"It wasn’t very long afterwards that I found myself laying on my back on the floor, her new boots digging into my ribs and shoulders as she repeatedly booted me. Apparently the boots were fit for purpose, and I was at least glad that she would perhaps be more pleased with them now. The Empress carried on kicking and beating me up for a little bit longer, then decided to plant her shapely, nearly naked bottom on my face to stop me breathing. At times she would move her whole body from side to side with her full weight on me, grinding my head into the floor. At others she would trap my arms in her legs, adding to my sensation of total helplessness. Her beautiful bottom is easily large enough to completely envelop my face, and my air supply was frequently completely cut-off. This treatment continued for some time, interspersed with episodes of me receiving more hard face slapping and kicking.
Empress Jessica then stood up and decided that it was time for her second present, and so, getting back on my knees, I passed her a pair of black Ann Summers knickers, hoping she would be impressed. She pointed out that they were a little on the plain side for an Empress, and that next time I should go for some red ones instead. She slapped me around the face hard a few times until my eyes watered to make the point sink in, then proceeded to lie down on her front on the sofa and order me to worship her bottom.And so, eager to please The Empress, I placed my face against her gorgeous bottom and began to lick and kiss the soft skin of her bum cheeks. She called out instructions to me as I obediently ran my lips and tongue over every inch of her bottom, kneeling on the floor beside the sofa. From time to time she would wobble her bottom against my face, this was the signal for me to stop and simply rest my face against her bum until instructed otherwise. She would also tell me to kiss up and down her legs sometimes, but always made sure that I was soon back to having my face buried in her bottom.
The Empress usually likes to play some cruel little games with me, and today was no exception. She slapped me several times on each side of my face as I knelt before her, and then ordered me to kiss her corresponding bum cheek the same number of times whilst she lay on the sofa. It was most important that I paid attention, and kissed her bottom the correct number of times; otherwise the consequences could be unthinkable!And so it was time for the third present, a gift-wrapped box of chocolates, which I thought Empress Jessica would like. Unfortunately she was not best pleased as some of them were dark chocolate and apparently she does not like this. A few more slaps around followed; my stinging face would make sure that The Empress’ confectionary preferences would be remembered!
Next came the part that I had been dreading. Empress Jessica ordered me to go and fetch a pair of boxing gloves that she had placed in the room. Once I had passed her the gloves I was ordered to place my hands upon The Empress's bottom as I cowered before her on the floor and she repeatedly punched me hard around the face, chest, back and shoulders. There were a few times when she rested for a while, turning around so that her bottom was in my face and ordering me to lick and kiss her cheeks. But soon she was back to punching me, the sound of the gloves thudding against my bare skin. For such a petite lady, The Empress packs a surprisingly powerful punch!
Soon she was lying back on the sofa again, with me kneeling beside her worshipping her bottom. Empress Jessica shook her bottom in my face again when she wanted a rest from my kissing and licking, and gave me more hard face slapping as and when she felt like it.
The Empress was now ready for her fourth present, which as always I passed to her as I cowered on the floor at her feet. She was, as usual, not best impressed with the gift, a pair of black tights. Once again I was ordered to collect something from another part of the room, this time a leather paddle, and no sooner had I passed it to her that she began slapping me hard around the face with it. In some ways the paddle hurt more than the boxing gloves, and I yelped and reeled as Empress Jessica repeatedly whacked me. The treatment continued until long after my face was stinging and my eyes blurry.
Following this, it was time for Empress Jessica to walk around the room with me following behind on my hands and knees. Every so often she stopped and wobbled her bottom, and this was the instruction for me to kneel behind her with my face in her bum, so that she could slap me around the face with her cheeks. Next she would lean forward and grab the back of my head with both hands, pushing my face firmly against her bottom. Before long she was ready to lie down again, and one last time I was ordered to kneel beside her and worship her bottom. Since it was two weeks before Christmas, and to finish the session, The Empress demanded that I write “Merry Christmas” in kisses across her bottom, before crawling off back to my duties in the palace grounds.
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