On The Minds Of Men

Chapter III: Freedom of choice

Jacqui undressed from the waist down. All five women watched her in silence. She laid her clothes neatly on the ground.

She moved toward Gillian. As usual, Gillian was sitting sidesaddle on her own man's stomach, but on this occasion he was not lying on a couch but upon a thickly folded blanket on the floor. A roll of cotton wool had been inserted under his neck, which forced up the lower half of his face.Gillian's legs were stretched out in front of her.

Jacqui approached them, every movement ladylike. She knelt over the man's head, her knees on his shoulders, facing Gillian, then carefully lowered herself. Glancing back briefly over her shoulder, she settled herself over his face, which he lifted to meet her. Sandra noticed him swallow; it was her last sight of him before Jacqui's bottom covered his features and pressed him back down.

'Best he's ever looked,' muttered Anne.

'When I sit on his face I always encourage him to start speaking first,' said Gillian. 'I love that moment when my cheeks settle and snuff out his voice. Muffle it for a second or two, then snuff it out. Very satisfying. He never manages to finish a sentence.'

Silence followed, as everyone regarded the smooth flesh of Jacqui's thighs, bottom and hips: pale flesh, but with a touch of the nut brown coloring of her eyes and hair, that gave it a creamy quality.

'How is he?' asked Gillian.

'Good,' Jacqui said, somewhat coolly. Sandra realised for the first time that Jacqui had a slight Eastern European accent. 'They're always a bit bony.'

'You look wonderful,' Sandra said, but you remain a mystery to me she added to herself.

Anne walked across to them.

'Open your hand,' Anne said to Gillian's man, and he did so, palm upwards. She promptly sat on his hand and forearm, crossing her ankles in front of her, and beckoned Sandra over. 'Join in! Pin his other hand.' Anne smiled as Sandra came over, aware of Sandra's excitment, aware that this would be the first time Sandra had taken a real part in the group.

Sandra sat on his other thin, unprotesting hand and arm. She felt the warmth of the other women's bodies close to her. Jacqui laid her fingertips lightly on Sandra's arm, and Sandra noticed that the women were all touching each other in such fashion. All of them, however, seemed to be more focussed on the supine man beneath them than on each other.

'Any moment now,' said Gillian.

'Stay in place everyone,' Anne said.

A sudden, strong wrench went through his body.

'Stay, stay,' Anne half-whispered. Gillian moved up closer to Jacqui and placed a long slender hand on her friend's thigh. Jacqui sighed.

He bucked much more strongly than before, disturbing each of the four women, though they all stayed in place. His resistance repeated itself, at closer intervals and with increasing urgency. Each time, however, the women were easily victorious.

'Oh wow!' Gillian cried after his fourth failure, 'look how long we've lasted. Look how long he's been without a breath and we're still on him! Jacqui you're adorable!'

His head was trying to turn under the woman seated on his face. Jacqui's hands rested calmly against the sides of her hips, which were being shifted slightly to and fro by his frantic movements. She looked down at him, her expression unreadable. She made no move to get off him.

'All right,' Anne said quietly. Jacqui raised herself slowly. They heard the gasp of his breath. Gillian shifted back down onto his stomach, making space for Jacqui on his chest. As Jacqui moved next to Gillian her thighs and bottom flattened and spread over his ribs. Her legs were stretched out next to Gillian's, across the carpet, near Anne who was still sitting on his hand.

'He's got a lot of woman on him,' Mandy said from the sidelines. Nearby Kath laughed and applauded casually.

'And see how sweetly he submits,' Gillian said, 'when he can still hardly breathe, with one woman on his chest and another on his stomach.' She paused, reflecting.

'Why don't you tell Sandra how you first broke him down?' Anne suggested.

'Yes tell me,' Sandra urged.

'Perhaps that would be nice... but it's not very interesting for me since I know my own story already. First I want to hear how Sandra fared with making her man carry her, after last week's meeting.'

'I was straight onto his back as soon as we'd come in our front door,' Sandra said at once. 'Gillian, I remembered everything you said, you know when you said that the real pleasure of riding a man started when you have him close to collapse -'

'- and then make him carry you further, even so -'

'- exactly! Once I reached the sweet moment of his partial subsidence, my passion and confidence kept rising, so by the end I was really yelling at him to keep going and he was too breathless to reply and too browbeaten to say a word anyway.'

'Sounds like it was great!' Anne said.

'And now for Gillian's story.' said Sandra.

'Jacqui would you sit on his face again?' asked Gillian.

'Of course,' she said, moving back into position.

'It'd be nice to weaken him a bit further while I talk.' Gillian watched as Jacqui settled back onto him. 'Do you know, I wish they put out a range of perfumes for this activity, to apply to our nether regions. Not prissy perfumes, I mean scents like, say, "Industrial" or "City Dust".'

'Tell the story,' said Jacqui.

'OK OK. Well we started together as a fairly normalish couple that happened to have some kinky interests, always wanting to try things. I didn't dominate, but he worshipped my body from the start and I liked that. He was also into the body beautiful idea for himself, and that I didn't like, I wanted all his attention on me.'

'Quite right,' said Anne.

Gillian's man began to shift and writhe convulsively again, as he sought air. Jacqui remained calmly seated, obscuring most of his face.

'The first time I sat on him, Gillian said, 'was as a human furniture exercise. He was my cushion. He soon got impatient and asked me to get off, half joking but meaning it. But I didn't get off. Sitting on him wasn't any great pleasure for me at that stage but still I wanted to stay in place on him - just to explore it, to see what it could offer me, I suppose. I first really began to enjoy sitting on him while we talked, as I noticed the difficulty it gave him in speaking, while I spoke as easily as ever... that set something off in me.

'And that's when I began to realise that I wanted to dominate him. Not turn and turn about, not for fun, but seriously and all the time. I began to plan for it, quite coldly.'

Jacqui lifted herself from his face for a moment, settled back on him like a queen assuming the throne.

'Yes,' said Gillian, 'I became quite manipulative and artful. My great weapon was his worship of me, and I kept focussing him back on that, I used it to close down his interest in anything unrelated to me. And he didn't suffer from my new control, he was enjoying life more. Through me. He drank in my domination.

'Meanwhile I'd keep sitting on him from time to time, never entirely satisfied, until - at last! I realised what was missing. The problem was his heaviness and strength, it was getting in the way of the physical act of dominion.

'So I set about thinning him down. I controlled his diet, I imposed daylong fasts more and more often, and brought him down to a far more suitable condition.

'Until one day he rebelled. The crisis broke when I told him he always had to eat standing up. It was just one more way to put him off eating too much, but it really upset him for some reason. So it was our moment of truth.

'And oh god, oh god,' she said, and all at once her voice shifted, became higher and breathier as though she was ready to come. She began bouncing on him. 'Ohhh I just took it right up to him, I never conceded one inch. I just sat and sat on him, talked all the time and gave him orders all the time and whether he obeyed or not I kept filling him with my words, I must have got in seventy words to every one of his!' Sandra watched the shape and movement of Gillian's lips. 'And to him the sound of my voice was also the sound of my mind, pouring itself into his.'

Kath's man, who was lying flattened under her broad backside, now stired slightly beneath her. He swallowed.

'That's technically disobedience, from him,' Kath remarked. 'He's meant to be completely still and silent. But sometimes I indulge him. Gillian often has that affect on the men when she gets going.'

'If he stormed off,' Gillian continued, 'I followed him from room to room and if he tried to phone someone I'd break the call and if he went for the door I'd be there first. I knew he would never try to contest with me physically because his worship of me prevented that.'

'But if he really wanted to go,' Sandra broke in, 'what about his freedom of choice?' She asked this question reluctantly, fearing that it would not be well received by the group. In fact they all laughed.

'A man's mind is like the dial of clock, Sandra,' Anne said. 'They have a different attitude and emotion every hour of the day. At one time they might want to rebel, then in no time they'll be flat on the floor begging for forgiveness, or praising you for having stayed in the saddle while they were trying to buck you off. They can never step outside the feeling of the moment. But we can, we can see them as a whole all the time. That's why we know what they want and need better than they do. You should never give way to their whims and foolishness.'

'And you have to remember,' Gillian added, 'that as the relationship deepens we occupy more and more of our man's mind and being, we provide more and more of his joy and reason for living. They still kick up when we increase our domination, but the consequences of a real break with us become unthinkable to them, however hard we press them down. Our power over them goes on increasing. Why do you think we can talk about all this in front of them? Because they're so broken!'

'But just in theory - what if the man really persisted in refusing consent?' asked Sandra.

'If he still persisted,' said Gillian, more loudly, 'every woman of the group would bear down on him, one by one or together, maybe sweetly and maybe in a rage, but either way piling on the pressure for him to capitulate. Usually we sit one-to-one on our own partner, but the six of us, you included now, the six of us are always sitting together on the minds of each of our individual guys. Six onto one. That's a lot to buck off. It's too much.

'And if, hypothetically, if he did buck us all off, then goodbye - he'd have to leave us and go out into emptiness and desolation, and probably the ultimate panic attack and probably, unless we consented to let him return - suicide. Does that answer your question?'

'Entirely.'

'What you do,' said Anne, 'is play on the man, work on all the parts that adore you or crave domination, and stamp down the other parts. Sandra, you form an alliance with one part of him, the true, passionate, intense part of him, against the other, the superficial, cowardly, middle of the road, hypocritical - Kath!'

The whole body of Gillian's man had just surged up against the women on top of him, and now his legs too had begun to flail up dangerously.

'Right -' Kath sat across his legs - 'here'.

He subsided again completely.

Anne got off his arm, and signalled to Sandra to do the same.

'Your desperation for air is giving you energy,' she told him. 'Use it to give Jacqui pleasure.' Obedient again, his arms circled her thighs, his hands reached for her crotch. She began to writhe on him, moaning. The women all urged her on.

When at last she got off him, his face flopped to one side. Gillian lifted it upright at once, with one hand. She kissed his wet cheek, whispered something in his ear. Strands of her blonde hair strayed into his.

All this while Mandy had watched casually, sitting as usual with thighs spread over her own man. He was faced toward the scene, permitted to watch it as well, perhaps, but Sandra saw no sign that he had paid any attention to it, or indeed to anything else in the room except Mandy and her weight on top of him.