On The Minds Of Men

Chapter II Romance

'Ready?' asked Mandy.

Without waiting for an answer Mandy rose off the prostrate form of her partner. Sandra had only an instant to see, or to imagine that she saw, his chest begin to swell with incoming air before Kath's broad hips swung into place on him. Kath bounced on his stomach a couple of times, as though testing him, her tongue working vigorously against the inside of her cheek. Then she sat herself near his right shoulder and collarbone, one fleshy thigh over his midriff and the other across his neck, heavily pinning his face down on its side. She breathed deeply, sighed, raised her chin. Mandy smiled a little as she watched, before leaving the room.

While Kath was plainly in control of the man she sat on, she was actually giving him more freedom to breathe than Mandy had, and Sandra could now see his chest rising and falling lightly.

Kath's own man had unobtrusively stood up as soon as she'd got off him, and had moved behind the couch where he'd lain.

'Clear the trays,' Kath ordered him. He began picking up the dishes and empty bottles from the tables in the middle of the room. He was ignored by Gillian, Jacqui and Anne, who also sat around the tables, upon their own partners.

'Male invisibility is an art,' Kath said. 'Sandra you'll see how our men have all learned how to melt away, whether they're under you or not, so that you don't notice them until you need to.'

'And they keep some of that not-there quality when they're being spoken of,' added Gillian, eyeing Kath's man.

Sandra turned curiously to Jacqui's partner, who had struck her last week as being 'there' a bit more than the others. This week Jacqui was seated almost on his neck, and one of her large soft thighs covered most of his face.

'Which is why we took offense at your man's attention- seeking behaviour last week,' Anne said to Sandra. 'But it's all right. Everyone has to learn. Has he made progress over the last seven days?'

'He's been quieter than usual,' Sandra said. 'Preoccupied. I've noticed him stopping himself when he looked like he was going to disagree with me. And he's also asked for direction from me more often than usual.'

'And what about you, have you changed?'

'I've certainly been sitting on him more often, and haven't felt so self conscious about it.'

'It'll soon be second nature,' said Jacqui.

'There are other changes,' Sandra went on, 'I took up one of your recommendations, Anne, and told him to stop answering the phone, and leave it to me, and he's obeyed. But even when I give him messages from his friends I've noticed that he's returning fewer calls than before. He's spent a lot less time on computer games, or sport, and so far he's skipped three TV shows that used to be unmissable. All his old enjoyments that didn't involve me are starting to fall away,' she said proudly.

'Excellent,' Anne said, 'but not surprising.'

'Another change is that his eating has dropped off, whereas I've been having more.'

While Sandra talked her partner lay unmoving beneath her, focussing on her almost completely. He was highly sensitised to each movement she made, to each slight shift in her position, to the firming or relaxing of one buttock or the other. But he was very aware too of her voice, which was full of vitality. He heard scraps of Anne's matter of fact questions and observations. Although not really listening in - Sandra had told him to focus only on herself - he recalled Anne's slap last week, her sharp words to him, and the torrent of female voices that had held down his confused impulse to resist her.

Mandy returned to the room. Kath waited until Mandy was right beside her before stirring, as though unwilling to get off Mandy's partner before she had to. When she did get off him he began to writhe slightly, unable to resist the opportunity for free movement. Mandy did not rush to resume her place on him, but when she did resettle herself she oncemore she sat her whole weight on him. Her thighs and bottom covered his stomach and chest fully, ending the brief interlude when he had breathed with relative ease.

While this was happening, no-one had noticed Kath's partner lie back down in his place, ready to become her seat again.

'Sandra, last week you started asking us how we all met our men,' said Jacqui. 'You should ask Kath in particular, she has a quite romantic tale to tell.' Sandra seconded this request.

'Actually,' Kath said, 'there's not that much to it. I'll try to tell it a bit differently so the others who've heard it before aren't too bored.' They protested this last comment, but she spoke over them.

'Imagine an ocean beach. Rocky headlands, stretches of fine sand in the bays, the water wild, but not too wild for strong swimmers like me. Behind the beach there's a cluster of homes and one shop. I rented a house there by myself one summer when I needed solitude. Well after two days I was rested, almost too rested. The solitude started to feel lonely, and I thought of inviting a friend down. A male. I wanted a man to boss around, one that could really be moulded into shape.

'One afternoon I saw this scrawny young guy on the beach, checking out the women, the skinny ones, but me as well. And I sensed something. I mean, of course I was wary. But his eyes kept straying to me, I saw him turn away suddenly whenever I stared at him.'

Sandra looked down at Kath's man. Kath's thigh was well over his face, and she appeared to be pressing it down on him now and then, perhaps unconsciously.

'That evening I was down at the beach again, in jeans and sweater. He wasn't there, there were just a few skinny groovy couples beginning to pack up their things. I went for a walk and on the way back rested on some rocks. And then - there he was, the last one on the beach but for me. Slouching along with head down with the waves lapping near his sandshoes.

'Well my heart started racing because I knew I was going to try something. Don't know how I got so much nerve up from a standing start but I called him over. Told him I had a sprain in my ankle and needed help getting back to my car. He was all kindness and concern. So I shammed the bad ankle and put my left arm over his shoulder and hopped on my right.

'The moment we were clear of the rocks I told him "this isn't working. You're going to have to carry me". And he did .'

Gillian bounced noticably upon her man - pursed her lips, flashed her eyes, clasped her hands together more tightly.

'It was the first moment of truth,' Kath continued. 'I got up on his back. Pretending to be an invalid when I was surging with energy. I wrapped my legs firmly around his waist. He swayed there a moment as though he was going to collapse on the spot, but I felt no impulse at all to get off him again. I was already right into the moment, determined to enjoy him under me for as long as I could. My weight was gone from me, my only effort was in keeping my legs wrapped around him. I just adore that weightless feeling, and adore knowing that I'm occupying ninety nine percent of a man's thinking power.

'He took a few more steps, one at a time as though he didn't expect to manage many more. But then he seemed to get used to it because he went a little bit faster. I could sense that I was stretching him right to his limit. And - I just loved my own body as I rode on him. I was glad of every ounce of flesh on me.

'There are times when I enjoy demonstrating superior strength over a male, but that wasn't my mood at the time. In fact I began to resent the effort of holding up my legs when I could make him do that as well. But just then he started to sway again, and he said something like "sorry I'll just have to rest a moment". And he actually began to lower me!'

'"Stop!" I told him. And he did. "Don't put me down, just stand still a minute. Bend over further until you get your breath back." Now that was another moment of truth. I'd moved openly into bossing him. But he did just as he was told. Well, with him bent over a bit further I shifted one thigh up higher on his back and then the other, almost toppling him. It was my signal for him to get started again. "Continue as soon as you're ready," I ordered. And he began moving, and the moment he did so I relaxed my thighs. They began slipping but straight away he tightened his arms to hold them up, taking the extra strain - I'd won another victory! I was finally delivered into a state of complete weightlessness and freedom while he was bound to my will, bound to consiousness of me, that much more tightly. Good boy I said to myself.'

She took a gulp of wine and leant forward on him.

'And to him I said "link your hands in front, to stop my legs from slipping again," and he did that too and kept staggering on without another word. I tell you truly I almost came."

'Yay!' cried Gillian, punching the air, and some of the others clapped.

'Oh girls! My full weight on this stranger man was committing him body and soul to me. Without any words we were right in one another's minds. I could feel every muscle and tendon in him strained to its limit and beyond its limit and he felt me weighing onto every part of him. I started up a running line of conversation, not to break the tension but to fill his head even more with thoughts of me, and give him no chance to speak even if he could find the breath.

'As we neared my car the ground rose up slightly. He was obviously getting close to the end of his strength. He almost toppled. I just sat there on him, 190lbs to his 120, swaying slightly until he recovered his balance. "Sorry," he managed to say. What a nice touch!

'When we reached my car I was ready, I moved straight back into the grateful female invalid role and insisted that he come back so I could offer him a drink and so on. I drove him to my place and we got drunk enough for him to lose his inhibitions. The ankle was forgotten. Then I gave him the first of the night's good long face sits and he serviced me until I came.'

'What a wonderful story!' Sandra said.

At some stage during her tale Kath's man had begun to massage her thighs lightly, clearly with permission, since he wasn't told to stop. He was still stroking her now, with his fingetips.

'The next day he woke up all strained and sore. Whereas I felt fantastic! I got him straight back into it. We perfected it until I felt completely relaxed on him and didn't have to put in any effort except lightly holding his shoulders.'

'Any problems handling him?' asked Sandra.

'He was shy, a bit withdrawn. A bit overwhelmed. He'd had no real-life experience with femdom. And I found out later that he was still partly hungering for vanilla sex with skinny girls.'

'But you've squashed that out of him,' Gillian said. Sandra looked curiously at this pink and gold girly-girl.

'Did you ever put him on all fours? asked Sandra.

'Not that time, said Kath. 'All fours does put the man in a nice and subservient position. But I usually prefer him upright because it's more comfortable for the woman when done properly. And it takes so much more effort for the man to carry you upright, it's more of a committment and it makes the experience of your weight more emphatic for him.

'All fours is good for very big women,' Anne said.

'What about on his shoulders?' asked Sandra.

'Yeah, sometimes. You can massage yourself on his neck that way. But I tell you another thing,' said Kath. The whole relationship with this new man renewed my love affair with my own body. For some reason being carried does that for me. I guess it's knowing that a man adores your flesh enough to suffer for, and they prove it over and over with every moment of eye-popping strain. Whereas the woman on top of him can just -' she slapped her thigh as she sat, then slapped both sides of her bottom; Sandra observed the faint rippling of her flesh.

'- relish herself,' Gillian put in.

'That's it, you just enjoy the feel of your own body all over and in a new way, you feel all the substance of yourself without any of the burden.'

'Mmmmn,' said Jacqui. 'You could even say that each of our relationships is a threesome between the woman, her body and the man.'

'Which is why it's good to mix up the carrying and sitting sessions with pampering, where he slowly rubs body lotion or perfume into your flesh. All the erogenous areas and surrounds,' Gillian added.

'In my case it always ends up with him going down on me,' Mandy said.

'What do you all do about - well, smells and body hair and sweat and all that stuff?' asked Sandra.

'Entirely personal choice,' Kath replied. If you enjoy those aspects of yourself the man just has to learn to take them and love them, like everything else. But it's whatever you're comfortable with.'

'Remember this is all about your pleasure. There's no monkish demands on you to do this or that,' said Gillian.

'All the demands are on him,' Anne added

'But getting back to the carrying,' Kath said, and Sandra saw that she was mainly talking to her now, 'it's just so much fun! I do things like sway my hips so that he staggers and has to keep rebalancing, and now whenever he's got to the very tired stage I routinely make him climb stairs or steep slopes, and I get up higher on his back so that if he gives way I always land on top.'

'Those are the best moments,' added Gillian. 'When the man is just starting to buckle and give way. Once you're sure he's not shamming to escape from the work, I mean. When you really have him on the edge of the intolerable it's just so sweet, you ride him round and around the very boundary of his endurance. Those last moments when he starts to go under, for me they're like an orgasm, you just want to extend those sweet few seconds for as long as you can, you yell at him to force him to carry you those extra few steps. Each step is sweeter than the last, they're the purests moments of power, and worship, and intimacy.'

Sandra admired the beauty of Gillian's voice - sometimes mellow, sometimes high and breathy. She sang in a choir, apparently.

'And it's a very good breaking down exercise,' said Anne. 'When you've got him exhausted, especially by doing something very intimate like carrying you, when you're really sitting heavily on his mind, then it's a great moment to break down any resistance you're getting on other matters. Anything he won't do for you, or tell you about, or if he won't stop sulking - just get him exhausted and then go for it. He'll give way nine times out of ten, I swear.'

'Which takes him to a higher level of committment to you,' said Gillian coolly.

'The carrying is also a good way to help a woman leave behind any last trace of guilt she has about physical domination,' said Anne. 'If you still have any guilt, making him carry you will bring it out. Then you can consciously just... let it go.'

'Mandy has sometimes agreed get carried on the back of my man,' Jacqui said.

Mandy stirred languidly. 'For your sake sweetheart. And for his own good. Carrying isn't one of my favourite things. But your man is still strong in the body and needs lots of weighing down.'

Sandra fixed her gaze again on Mandy, still sitting on her frail man with full weight, still pinning him down massively and completely. If I'm not careful, Sandra thought, I'll lose track of the conversation. What was it about Mandy that was so distracting, so... seductive? Was she bringing out a gay side in her nature? Sandra decided not: the man's presence was crucial to her enjoyment of the scene. But with the man in place - in his proper place, underneath her - Mandy's thighs emerging from her short skirt looked luscious beyond compare.

When she tore her gaze away from Mandy, Sandra noticed that all the women's faces were flushed.

'I can see it's time for face sitting,' said Anne with a smile.