"Now," she said, "As I`m in charge and there`s nothing you can do to stop
me, I think we`ll have the rest of your clothes off whether you like it or not."

He protested as she undid his belt and unzipped his trousers but she ignored him, pulling
his trousers and pants right down and off.

"Well," she said looking at him, "It looks to me as though you ARE
enjoying this."
Whatever he muttered she ignored it.  She grasped one of his ankles and pulled his leg
towards the bottom corner of the bed, looping cord over it and fastening it securely.  She
repeated this with his other ankle, and stood next to the bed looking down at him now
spread-eagled and completely helpless.

"I think," she said thoughtfully, "I could really, really enjoy being a
dominatrix."

He stretched uncomfortably at the cords holding him as if testing how securely they were
fixed, and even more uncomfortably aware of his nakedness and vulnerability.

"OK," he said, "So you`d enjoy being a dominatrix.  Now untie me."

"What?" she sounded startled, "Untie you?  Don`t be daft.  I haven`t even
started, and I did tell you that you wouldn`t like it.  So you just lie back and enjoy
what you can enjoy, because before I`ve finished I`m quite sure you`re going to be begging
me to stop and to let you go!"

She got up on the bed, swung one leg over him and sat on his chest.  He had not realised
until that moment that despite her small size she really was quite heavy and solid.  Also,
he realised as he looked at her, she had particularly wide hips for her size and ample
broad thighs.  If she did actually sit on his face then he really might be in serious
trouble.

She moved herself up his chest towards his face, tucking in her loose trousers to pull
them tight over her thighs and between her legs.  She looked down at him, and at herself.

"You`re right," she said, "It really doesn`t take a very large woman to
sit on a man!"

Her knees here now either side of his head, and she brought them together as she moved
forward so that her thighs touched his face.  He did not really know what prompted him to
say it, but: "Dominatrices usually wear fewer clothes," he mumbled.

She paused.  "We might try that later," she said and moved herself right over
him, pressing down over his mouth and squeezing his nose up against her.  She pressed her
thighs together, gripping him firmly.

Caught by surprise at the suddenness of her movement he had not had the time to take a
breath, and now he found he could hardly breathe at all.

"Hey!" came his muffled voice from underneath her, "I..."

"Shut up," she said firmly, adjusting her position and pressing down harder on
him.  What little air he had been able to suck in was now cut off completely. He wriggled
frantically trying to move himself enough to get a little air, but the cords around his
wrists and ankles and her weight on top of him held him firmly in place.

After a short while she lifted herself from him slightly, hearing his sharp intake of
breath as he sucked at the welcome fresh air.

"I can see," she said, "Just why doing the dominatrix thing does appeal to
women.  It`s really quite exciting to have a man completely subdued, and to be able to
control even his breathing."

He was panting frantically, unable to speak for the moment.  Before he had time to
control his panting enough to get a word out, she lowered herself onto him again, this
time bringing her thighs together to cover his face and cutting off both his vision and
his breathing totally.

He struggled again, although he realised it was completely futile and there was
absolutely nothing he could do.  She held her position on top of him, pressing down and
getting herself comfortable.  It really was, she thought, quite exciting not only to be in
total control of him like this but also to feel the physical sensations of pressing
herself onto his face.  

She remained there for over a minute, enjoying the feeling of power.  

Then she wanted more than that.