Meleka, you finally dumped me for getting high to much. We haven't seen each other for a couple of years. You're at a party and chatting with a girlfriend, Pamela. You look sexy in skirt pantyhose and heels. You chat about the party with Pamela for a minute when you suddenly you see me walk in, but I don't see you. You can't believe it. You giggle and call Pamela over saying, "Pamela, see that guy over there? Yeah him, that's my ex, Gary. I haven't seen him in 2 years. I had to dump him cause he was always high all the time. He's high right now I can tell. Oh do you know what I used to do to punish him? I used to sit on his face and make him call me Princess Maleka." You Pamela laugh hysterically. "He'd try so hard to buck me off. But he never could. He'd be bucking so hard and have me bouncing up so high just riding him out. I'd be like 'YEHAW! RIDE EM COWGIRL!'. He'd be so frustrated cause he couldn't get me off. It was wonderful! I would keep my thighs so tight together so he couldn't get any air. Gary would try to pry my thighs apart. He was so weak he could barely get them open a couple inches before I snapped them back tight together again. I would do this over and over 'til he was completely worn out. When I knew the fight had gone out of him I'd cross one leg over the other while still sitting on his face like I owned him. Gary lying totally conquered under me exhausted and beaten like a pathetic ragdoll. Gary would finally admit that I was his princess and his face was my throne. i would sit on his face all night long!" (Pamela high 5s you.) You add, "Me and Gary had the classic submissive boyfriend dominant girlfriend relationship. You tell Pamela that you really miss that and that your current boyfriend would never let you do that. He's too macho. I finally see you and you smile giving me a teasing finger wave. I feel paranoid and run upstairs find a bedroom and lie on my back on the bed. Scene2: You enter saying, "Hi Gary! What are you doing up here all alone? Not in the mood to party? I saw you avoiding me down there." You go on to tell me what you told Pamela and how you miss sitting on my face. You ask if you can do it one more time. I say no and start to get up. But you run up to me saying, "Oh no you don't!" push me back down and sit squarely on my throat looking down at me saying, "You're still my throne Gary." I say no. You say, "No?" then quickly sit on my face and say, "Now what do you say?" We do the usual struggle 'til you wear me down and win again.