Sit On My Face and Tell Me That You Love Me
Some sessions stay with me long after I've peeled off my sweaty latex and my recent facesitting session was one of my most memorable. If you are curious about what really happens in a facesitting session with a latex escort in London, or you have wondered how latex domination interacts with breath-control fantasies and power exchange, then read to the end and then contact me to book an appointment.
The Request
His first message was simple, respectful and straight to the point. Just the way I like it.
“I’m looking for a facesitting escort in London who understands the intimacy and control involved. I want to feel completely overpowered, but safe. Is that something you do? and if so, can we arrange an outcall for (here he gave me a day, time and location)?”
Yes. Absolutely!
Facesitting is not just about the physical act of sitting on someone’s face. It is about trust, control, submission and the thrill of surrender. Done properly, it is both intensely erotic and deeply grounding. Mmmm Grinding 😉
Latex Preparation
For this booking I selected one of my favourite outfits: a black latex chaps style design with a split crotch panel, high-shine polish and thigh-high latex stockings. It frames the hips, ass and thighs perfectly and gives the submissive a hypnotic view as I move above them.
Latex has a unique power:
- It smells intoxicating
- It holds heat against the skin
- It transforms the body into sculpture
- It demands attention and obedience
Before we begin, we discuss in detail limits, safety signals and breath awareness. I find out exactly what he wants, what he doesn't want, I tell him exactly what we'll do, what we won't do, exactly how we'll do it and we're in complete agreement.
The Session
He lay on the bed, hands behind his head just as instructed, looking up at me with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
I cuffed his wrists and ankles to the bedframe.
I straddled his face slowly, letting him feel the weight and warmth of my thighs through the latex. The first contact, my thighs closing around his face, always triggers a visible shift. His breath quickened and his body melted into stillness. A submissive surrendering completely is unmistakable.
I lowered myself gently over his mouth and nose, letting him feel pressure, softness and control.
He was forewarned that I was going to give him a taste of smothering just for a few seconds. So I positioned myself to make it impossible for him to breath. I asked him to raise a hand if he couldn't breath at all. His hand went up immediately. I lifted up. Let him breath.
To get him used to smothering, I told him I would count out loud to 10 this time.
He made it to 10 no problems so I checked in to see how he was feeling. All good and got him to say out loud that he trusts me and he knows I'll keep checking in and let him breath when he signals.
I alternated full coverage smothering with pauses, using my gloved hand to lift his chin and make him look directly into my eyes.
Alternating between denial and oxygen engages the survival systems: adrenaline spikes, breath shortens, focus narrows. We've negotiated consent, established boundaries, chosen signals, built a level of trust so that challenge turns into surrender. Endorphins flood. Time slows. The world outside falls away. That’s sub-space.
Done badly, without the negotiation and trust, you'd just panic, get a massive adrenaline dump and the session would end there. Done really badly, obviously breath play and consensual BDSM smothering becomes suffocation.
The science of achieving sub-space via pain is well known. Here's an excellent article on the subject.
Getting there via face sitting is less well documented but can open up whole new worlds of sub space when it's done properly by an expert. Just don't randomly try it at home with no safety protocols with someone who has no clue what they're doing.
His hands trembled against my thighs, trying not to grip, resisting the urge to lose himself completely. The weight of my body, held tight in latex, became his entire world.
His body flexing and arching, his gasps for air beneath me, not from panic but from devotion, gets me so turned on.
Also, when I gave him enough space to lick, he licked my pussy like Winnie-the-Pooh trying to get the last drops our of a honey pot.
Like an aardvark breaking into a termite mound.
He licked me like a puppy trying to set the world water bowl speed lapping world record.
Then when I was coming, I bore down with all my weight and strength to grind so hard on his face, his entire head disappeared into the mattress, he's had enough practice holding his breath now, he holds it until the last waves of my orgasm pass and at last I let him up for air.
I let him cum too. He earned it. And after some aftercare and a chat, we said goodnight. He's emailed me to say thank you and he'll be back soon for more.