Posted by Zoe on 2/8/2003, 2:47 pm
Message modified by board administrator 2/8/2003, 5:52 pm

In the first week she managed the first two successfully and put 3 on a couple of them. This made Andy realise that she wasn’t going to call the police but then he started thinking up ways to get her to do it again. For the first few days I was walking on air and didn’t have as shower for four days because I didn’t want to wash the feeling of her off my bum. I walked around in a thong all day and kept looking at my bum in the mirror. I also kept looking out of the window over the road to Lisa’s house and wondering what she was doing. When my parents got home though things began to calm down (I had to wash and dress for a start) It was then that I began to think more about Lisa and why she had let me do the things. She had stopped answering the e-mails and there was no sign of tasks 4,5 and 6. I e-mailed her and warned her not to try it on with me but then she e-mailed me back full of apologises and asking if she could see me. I could tell from the way she had written it that it was a plea rather than her looking for a re-match or revenge. I went over to see her and she was very tearful. She wanted to know why I hated her so much and what could she do to make it up to me. She said she hadn’t been out for two weeks and had thought about taking an over-dose. This was a bit heavy and not what I wanted at all. It was also far removed from the Lisa that I’d been with that day who had gone along with it all and seemed fine when she left. I told her to forget about the tasks and told her I wouldn’t tell anybody. She said she’d give up swimming club if I wanted to join. I told Andy Lisa was now off limits and he was annoyed. About two weeks later she then came to my house and we had a long chat. She was now different again and not that I wanted to but I couldn’t shut her up talking about The Session. She told me what she thought were the best bits (or the most effective as she called them) the bit she least enjoyed (wiping my bum) and that I had a nice bum. I tried to get her to admit it turned her on which is why she then felt so mixed up afterwards when she thought about what she’d done for me but she said she didn’t like it but she accepted it, whatever that meant. Every now and then she’d let slip a little line like when I probed her about how she felt kissing my bum and she said she wasn’t entirely disgusted by it. I could never get her to admit that she’d actually liked it though which for me is the real truth and I would have loved to have heard her say. Another thing she said that always stuck with me was that I was `very clever in the way you used your bum’. I asked her to explain what she meant by this and she said that I used my bum as a comforter, not hurting her while smothering her so she did all she could to keep me there by kissing my bum. She feared me getting off because then I turned into the wicked tit clawing witch of the west. She said this made her always hope for the next smothering and so being sat on was something she welcomed, which was certainly the feeling I got off her at the time. This wasn’t something I did consciously and I didn’t think I let her off completely when I was smothering her but I think having her kiss my bum certainly kept my attention and stopped my hands wandering elsewhere. I couldn’t get enough of this stuff so we agreed to meet again after Xmas. I think she realised I was the only person she could talk about it with who would understand and she just wanted to get of her chest. She bought me three presents for Xmas, a year’s membership to her dad’s gym (which is worth quite a bit of money although I don’t suppose she paid for it), a brooch which actually I don’t like and a little jokey statue which she told me to open on my own which is off these two cartoon like figures both dressed in leather and one is dominating the other. I don’t know where she got or where she thought I could put it but it made me smile. I started swimming club in the New Year and she was as good as her word and packed up but after a couple of weeks I told her there was no need to and she started going again in February before she packed it up because she came up with this idea of travelling the world. With us both being at Swimming Club led to a couple of great follow up moments. The showers at our swimming baths are set up so that in the ladies there are 3 individual cubicles with curtains and then a larger communal one that you are supposed to dip under before going into the pool. When swimming club ends because there’s quite a few girls there’s a mad rush for the three individual showers. If you have to go in the communal one nobody goes naked (I know you guys dream about spy holes but the only women who go naked in public showers are over 40) In the first week of Lisa coming back I was in the communal shower and Lisa came in and took the space next to me. We were both showering and eyeing each other up at the same time so I pulled my cossie up to show her a bit more ass cheek and she smirked. She then pulled down her costume, all the way down and kicked it off standing there naked for me to see. She did this every week. As soon as I came into the shower she would strip off as if she was presenting herself to me. I dont even roll my straps down to go topless. It gives me a real kick. This sort of led to the next thing. She asked me what I wanted for my 21st birthday and I said for her to do task 6, kiss my bum in a public place. We thought the best time to do this would be in the showers after swimming. We stayed in the shower room until everyone had left and then I pulled up my cossie into my crack and spread myself on the wall like you do if your under arrest and she knelt down beside me. The thrill was that anyone could walk into the shower room at any given moment. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. I snapped at her to do it and pulled on her hair and forced her into my bum but she slapped me and then started to cry. Strange as this sounds after my initial disappointment I was delighted that she couldn’t do it. It showed that it still had an effect on her and that when she did it she really meant it, it wasn’t something she took lightly. It certainly seemed to bring back the memories for her and she was teary all the way home. I took the mickey out of her and said if I ran out of toilet paper I knew where she was but when I dropped her off outside her house she said sorry for not being able to go through with it. She apologised to me for not kissing my bum! I couldn’t hate this girl even though I was trying. As well as seeing each other at swimming club we tried to meet each other once every three weeks or so for one of our detailed chats. I bought a face-sitting video with me one night and we put it on and watched it together which led to some interesting conversation. The last time we met before she went on her travels I asked her what she was going to do to make up for not carrying out Task 6. She said I could post the pics on the Internet which she knows is what I was always aching to do but she was worried by who might see the. I suppose it’s typical of naughty little me that I’ve written up my memories as well, which wasn’t part of the bargin. We had a very strange relationship really, joined by the one incident that was borne out of pure hatred. It was quite exciting though and I liked being around her because it made me feel dominant. She always play the dominated role as well, I think sometimes without realising it. Just simple things like she’d always make the coffee no matter whose house we were in. If I’m honest I would say I would like to smother her again, just to see if the feeling was the same really. My real problem is that it’s only her I want to smother. Since going on the Net I’ve had offers for fights and the girls say they will do face-sitting but then I think there not Lisa and it wont be the same. So that’s the end of my story. I think it’s all there. If it was 1/100 as good to read as it was to actually do and live through then I’m expecting some used tissues! LOL! If you have any questions feel free to get in touch. My final message is for Lisa. I want to say something I never said to you before you left. Thank you. We can argue for hours about whether you enjoyed it or not, the fact is you took it and then came back for more and gave me a great six months. The best thing I can say about you is that you made me into the person I am today. ) x