A Session with a Goddess

[Lico]

"Ack...!" Yuto was just about feeling a little delighted from her praise when her foot quickly sent her back to earth, quite literally.

He was rolled onto his front, and her weight then descended on his back to keep him grounded. His back was straddled, while his arms were pinned by her calves. Yuto squirmed under Neith, naturally, trying to shake her off him, even if he knew better that his effort would mostly be futile. Not like there's much else he could do right now, and he sure she'd bring him under her control soon enough. A part of him already trying to guess on her next moves too, building his excitement a little further.

[HotWheels]

Entertained, Neith felt him struggle and wriggle beneath her, knowing that even if she did not put in an effort to keep him rooted, she likely could. It certainly added to the goddess feel when she allowed herself to become an immovable force, and she took a moment to revel in her superiority. She moaned as she stretched out atop him, arms reaching to the ceiling, then she brought her hands down, letting them trail the length of her curves before they met between her thighs to press against the back of his head. She briefly held his face against the mattress. "Can't move me?"

She revealed the question as rhetorical when she did not wait for him to answer. "Face-down to the mattress is not so fun, is it? You can't see me, and your manhood's stuck beneath you." She wiggled, a sign she was thinking about a plot. "I think I have a better place for you to rest your face, but it might feel like you're drowning." As she teased what would come next, she traced a finger along the back of his neck with her fingernail softly, just enough to stimulate.

Without a warning, she turned around so that she faced his legs and her butt rested between his shoulders. She grabbed one of his arms, then the other, and tucked the biceps into each leg, between her thigh and calf. After, she slid back, moving until her feet met underneath where his face lay against the mattress so that she tucked all of his features snugly between her feet instead and him unable to lift his face or his arms to help him escape. "You liked the first smother...try this one."

[Lico]

Yuto wasn't able to see Neith, but at least she also couldn't see his embarrassed face after hearing her remark. Not like she needed too much imagination to picture the kind of expression he's having right now, if she even cared for that. Yuto only responded with an attempt to buck her off him, but of course that didn't resulted in anything significant. What she said afterwards brought a pause to his struggle, however, as he wasn't really sure what her words could possibly mean.

"H-huh...?"

Sensing that she's turning around above him did give him a hint on what's going to come his way, even if there's nothing he could do about it. Then he noticed his arms were being trapped between her thighs and calves... followed by the sight of her feet creeping towards his face. Yuto twitched and struggled a bit, his cheeks blushing from the realization of what's going to happen, and yet he didn't protest or anything. Not like it'd change the outcome anyways.

"Mmmpphh...!" he did let out a muffled groan as her soles smothered his features, causing him to wriggle under her, twitching cutely every now and then as the warmth and scent of her feet began to turn his mind into mush. "Nnggghfff..."

[HotWheels]

He did like this predicament, didn't he? Neith could feel a faint struggle to free his arms from her legs, but not enough to convince her that he truly worried about being smothered by her feet again. Judging by his earlier reaction, she had truly found a point of addiction for him. Given how he had acted with some degree of propriety, she could willingly feed that addiction rather than render him broken or unconscious with every single hold. Besides...she liked having people surrender to that part of her that merely carried her from place to place. He would last, she would enjoy his blubbering into her feet, and after, she would consider how best to force him to submit again...assuming he did not submit from this smother.

As he wiggled once his face was locked between her feet, so did she, shifting her weight on his back and slightly changing the position of one foot or the other for her comfort. Those noises he made as he struggled in her simple trap sounded like music to her ears, though they also tickled occasionally. As the seconds dragged on, those sounds began to sound less convincing as sounds of struggle and more sounds of...satisfaction? Preoccupation? She could not be sure. He could still hear her, so Neith turned, planning to discover his state of mind. "Are you enjoying? Can you breathe? And if you can't, do you care?", came her teasing questions, knowing he could only try to answer her...or perhaps give her a thumbs up if he had the body control to do so.

[Lico]

Yuto was slowly losing himself in the smother, even if he tried to contain himself a little at first. The wriggling of her rear and feet which caressed the back of his head and his face somewhat sending him into a false sense of security despite the increasing breathing difficulty he's having. It's not like he didn't care about not being able to breathe properly, but as long as he's not going to go unconscious just yet, it felt like his body was quite happy to endure it. At least, he hadn't mistaken his predicament for a worship session just yet, even if the urge to start kissing Neith's feet starting to creep into his now feeble mind.

"Mmmmmbbb..." his voice sounded more like a muffled moan, accompanying his weakening struggling that could easily be interpreted as a sign of enjoyment.

Neith wasn't able to see it, but his manhood had been twitching needily inside his pants, throbbing against the bed from time to time. Her voice did rouse him up and caused him to genuinely struggle for a moment, but his defiance didn't last too long at all, and soon he's back being putty in her hold again.

"Mmmggghh... nnggg..."

[HotWheels]

Oh, yes, Yuto was doing quite well back there. Neith grinned to herself as she heard what must have been a moan, and when she presented her questions, his resumed struggling told her that her teasing elicited the right reaction. Ah, leaving clients like this always entertained her. He clearly could not drink in enough of her, and fortunately, he had enough air for her to continue to control him in the way she had chosen. "All good to hear," she mockingly responded, before she wriggled in place again and continued to listen and feel his reactions against her feet.

She remained for a short time longer, until the moment "felt right" to change the stimulation on him. But then, why should she? He seemed in a heaven right now...perhaps she should make it a little bit of hell for him, too. A good way to remind him that she could control his experience in any way she wanted, and the best goddesses offered both. Pulling on his arms would, of course, have him submitting to her in moments, but she would rather control him with only her weight and her feet. That might leave his mind blown and please her with her own prowess, too.

She scooted back until her butt was an inch from his neck; at the same time, she tucked her legs a little tighter, and therefore, her feet, too, trapping his face fully between them. Once she had him fully scooped into her feet this way, she scooted her butt a little bit further back to weigh down on his head and force his face tighter to her feet. Now, he would smother.

[Lico]

Yuto was quite in the limbo of pleasure, but that changed soon as Neith decided to mix things up, as well as reminding him that he was at her mercy. Her feet tightened on his face, and she slid back so that her rear now pressed his head with more force, smothering him for real this time. He let out a protesting groan and began to struggle genuinely as a result. Not that it mattered much. He tried to buck himself off, didn't work. His hands then tried to pry apart her legs, same result.

"Nnnggghh...!" panic began to strike the boy as she squirmed under her, his resistance obviously coming too little too late.

As intoxicated he was by her feet, the possibility of fainting at least still made his mind worked. With no option left to him to free himself, he tapped on the bed a few times.

"Mmmpphhh...!"

[HotWheels]

Ah, there. Now he had become desperate in an entirely different way, and Neith bathed in the glow of knowing she needed only her weight and her feet to leave him in such a state. A few seconds passed as she felt him struggling and trying to breathe, but he did not waste a great deal of time before tapping against the bed. Seeing his tap, she uncoiled all in one motion, freeing his face and sliding forward so that his arms could pop loose from her folded legs. She remained seated on his lower back, but she did turn around to face his head again. Her hands even massaged at his upper shoulders a bit, a tiny reward for his being so good about tapping. "Be honest. How obsessed are you with me right now?" she asked him.

After a moment of letting him regain his breath, the time came for him to worship her again. Neith glanced briefly at the clock. She was not a clock-watcher, waiting for each minute to painfully past so she could be free, but she liked to know how much time she still had to fit in everything she wanted into a session to fulfill her and her client's needs. She had enough to continue with her little scheme of letting him cover every inch of her body in kisses. His next step? She lifted up slightly so that her weight was off of him. "Turn over. Time for my treat."

Expecting him to obey, she leaned out over him, placing her breasts and abs over his head while she propped on all fours. With a slight indication of her head, she told him where she wanted him to kiss. All over the front of her body. "You can massage my hips as you kiss."

[Lico]

"Pwaaah...!" Yuto gasped and panted as Neith let him breathe freely again. "H-haauh... nngghh..." he wheezed while writhing on the bed slightly, looking quite groggy and flustered after what just happened. "W-well..." he took a moment to catch his breathing first. "I feel like... I can just keep kissing and sniffing your feet if you didn't make me tap..." he admitted. "I guess that's what you call an addiction..."

The boy turned around as ordered, a little sluggishly. Now that he's facing up, Neith would be able to see his bulge had been throbbing almost non stop during the last smother, if she glanced backwards. Had she allowed Yuto to keep drowning into the depth of lust, there might have been a visible wet spot on his pants right now. Frankly, he was also getting more desperate. Neith hadn't directly stimulated him down there, and yet he felt like he had been getting quite close to bursting on more than one occasion.

Seeing her leaning towards him made Yuto gulped and blushed. While she wasn't naked, getting pretty close to her curvaceous front, even being told to worship it made his excitement rose up again to the point it almost cleared his head from the dazed state caused by the smother earlier.

"Y-yes... as you wish..." he said without giving too much thought about his words, and leaned forward to start kissing her abs attentively while his hands were caressing and massaging her hips. "Mmmhh... mmhhh..." the boy moved slowly, making sure to cover her midsection with kisses while heading towards her chest, inches by inches.

[HotWheels]

He admitted his need readily. So many resisted stating what they truly felt and wanted once they arrived in person, even if they would so willingly express their plans for the session in the emails and texts ahead of the meeting. Yuto did not have much going for him physically (dominating him proved quite easy), but at least he had the confidence to state what he liked, especially considering the subject of his current addiction. She wiggled a foot near his head before she turned him over. "That is an addiction I will keep in mind. It's so easy to control you, even with these."

With his attentions sated, however, she received hers. She looked over him as she got him to turn over, from his flushed face down his body until she looked at one of the best gauges for his enjoyment of her tortures. Looked suitably alert and entertained. Neith had herself a satisfied customer, and she reminded herself again to pace him before he got a little distracted with that problematic "down" period men seemed to suffer through. Poor bastards.

He began his kissing of her torso. Neith again weighed his skill and found him adequate, and given she felt quite sensitive across her torso, she allowed herself to indulge a little more than during his previous rounds of worship. Her eyes closed, and she breathed in the sensations with a few of her own satisfied sounds. Not enough to give him any ideas, but enough to announce her approval of his work. Unfortunately, his progress proved exceedingly slow. As he moved ever-so-slowly up toward her chest, Neith was hit with a bout of impatience, and she pulled his head up and against her cleavage as she pressed down, almost smothering him given her size. "Don't be shy now, foot boy. Go ahead and give those a little attention."