London BBW Facesitting Escort

Facesitting. Queening. Body worship. However, you describe it, I think we can all agree it is completely intoxicating. As a London BBW facesitting escort blessed with more curves than most, I’m sure you’re not surprised to hear that many of my clients come to me because they want to lose themselves in a woman’s body, to fully immerse themselves in worshipping the purest form of femininity. And who better to do that with than someone who has the experience and expertise and, let’s be honest, a body designed for devotion and servitude.

Facesitting is one of my favourite things to do because of it falls into the kind of careful, slow, sensual domination which I adore. You can’t rush it, there’s no need to bark commands – just slowly, slowly increasing pressure with ass, my cunt, my whole body – until my poor victim can’t take it any longer.

Whether you’re a regular devotee of facesitting and body worship, or if this is a new kink of yours, I’d love the chance to explore it together. To give you a little taste of what we might be able to create, I’ve written about a few of my favourite aspects of this delightful kink, to whet your appetite.

My favourite thing about facesitting is pushing the boundaries of what my submissive wants, just a little. It’s a powerplay thing for me, the physical pleasure involved for me is obviously delightful, but I get off far more on the psychological aspect, I think. Knowing that what’s happening is something he wants more than anything in the world, and then making it almost unbearable.

Pushing down with my cunt for half a second too long, turning something which is so saturated in pleasure into a delicious torment. There’s something intoxicating about feeling like you can control someone through tiny movements of your hips, shifting back and forth, sensing their movements, knowing that if you lift up or push down, you control how much they breathe, how much they move.

And then when there’s a few of you? God, the possibilities are absolutely endless. So, I want you to imagine that you’re in a room, blindfolded. You’re standing in the centre, and you can tell that there are about four or five women around you. You can smell their perfume, feel like touches tantalising you, disorientating but delightful.You feel yourself pushed, lightly onto the bed, and a hand grasps your ankles, your wrists, pushing them down, effortlessly securing you to the frame before you really know what was going on. The cuffs are just at the level of tension where you can wriggle, squirm – but only the tiniest amount. Your breath has increased, become a little shallow as you think about what’s going to happen. You feel nails running down your body, making you quiver and shake.

Then, someone, you’re not sure who, sits gently on top of you, and you can sense her leaning forward, a nipple gently brushing against your mouth. She puts a gloved hand around your neck, and pushes down ever so gently. The air slips out of your mouth, and you gasp, before she removes her hand and then pushes down again, just a little harder. Then suddenly, both her hands are over your mouth, and you struggle, taken unawares. She removes them, and you can feel her laughing a little at your shallow breathing, gulping down air.

Then she shifts upwards, and you can sense her, smell her, hovering just inches above you. She dips a tiny bit lower, the lace of her pants just brushing your nose, and you exhale with pleasure – and in a minute her cunt is on your mouth, your nose, stopping you from taking in the air you just let out. She pushes down, your whole sensation is just her. Again and again, she releases you and then pushes down again, making you dizzy with lust, giving you a taste of pleasure before taking it away again, tormenting you with exactly what you want.

Eventually, she slips off, satisfied with what she’s done. Someone removes your blindfold, and you see all three of us there, smiling at you. You have no idea whose body your face was buried in…but, you can try and guess, I suppose…

So – are you ready to take the plunge (no pun intended) with London’s best facesitting escort? Let’s make a date…