Imminent Session Plan
by by Mistress Layla D Vine

Honeymoon is Over Fred!!!

Layla stood staring at the large PVC clad figure staring back at her…..and stared some more. Holy fuck she was sweating in the damn thing already but it was worth it for what was to come. With her abundance of arse and bald pussy completely unhindered by the stuffy cat suit she could feel the soothing breeze drift between her thighs as she rushed around preparing for Fred’s imminent arrival. She bent over to retrieve a rather large see through storage bag her huge ass parted to reveal the puckered rose bud between her cheeks and the wettest pussy you can imagine! A Mistress that’s genuinely turned on in anticipation is one to be wary of and this one is slightly eccentric and unpredictable at the best of times.
Layla kicks off her heels and starts to smooth the bag out flat before opening the zip lock air sealable fastening she climbs inside and opens it wide with her feet. After examining her handy work she darts out the room returning quickly with….a hoover???
Laying it down next to the bag it all starts to click into place with horrifying clarity. Poor Fred sealed up and vacuum packed in that will be completely immobilised.
Layla laughs to herself while she puts a random belt around her middle followed by a strap of some sort and that’s all she has time for as she hears Fred’s greeting as he enters her domain.
As Fred ducks in through the door calling out his greeting Layla is descending the stairs slowly to give him a good terrifying look at what he’s got to contend with for the next hour or for however long she seems fit to keep him at her mercy.
“Honeymoon period is over Fred, follow my ass upstairs and strip quickly!”
Fred’s smile slips away as he turns and goes after Layla like a good slave, it’s becoming apparent his Mistress has a very short fuse. If his face could have fallen anymore he’d have tripped on his lip when he seen what looked like a plastic bag and assortment of what could only be restraints lying out next to it.
What was left of the bed from his previous visit was now just a metal frame which only half the metal base remained. The base was a mesh grid effect of squares on top lay a yoga mat with straps resting on it……his blood ran cold but his excitement was evident from the bulge in his pants.
A hand firmly clamps down on the back of his neck slowly turning him to face his Mistress.
“Let’s see if you admire my handiwork later or look on it with dread shall we? You seem to have forgotten my first order already so I don’t hold out much hope for receiving any admiration!”
Fred tore his clothes off like they were on fire. Shit did she look cunning and calculating today! It was almost like she was trying to find things to punish him for. So for the next few minutes he was careful to follow her instructions to the letter as he was made to kneel inside the plastic bag, became hog tied and gagged. He didn’t even object to the pair of panties she rammed in his mouth.
He did however start to wriggle when his Mistress removed her shoes and climbed into the bag with him, she turned and secured them together so his face was snug between her ass cheeks his nose was peeking out of the stocking mask and was touching her arsehole.
Then she bent over to retrieve something he presumed as he had no clue as his nose penetrated her hole sliding completely inside while his vision was obscured by her cheeks engulfing his head he swore he could feel them touch his ears! Then the pressure eased he was able to catch his breath again but he was scared stiff…. Literally...with not being able to see what she was doing up there.

Layla was sniggering away to herself as she felt Fred’s nose slip up her hoop when she bent to grab the sides of the bag and seal them in. Oh but she was going to make sure he listened to her in future. The bag was zip locked to hold Fred and Layla up to her waist where she buckled a belt around her mid riff to make the bag as air tight as possible. Then bending again to pick up the hoover pipe meant Fred’s head was being eaten by her arse again, while he was squirming Layla positioned the pipe in the fixing removing the air from the bag.
Layla was in hysterics laughing at Fred he was having a fit back there, she let up on sucking the air out when it became obvious he couldn’t move in the shrunken bag and straightened up allowing him a little peek at his prison.
And that’s what it was as Fred felt like he’d been in there forever, what was she doing up there?
It all became horrifyingly clear when she let rip the loudest smelliest fart he’d ever smelt or heard. He thrashed and head butted her arse in his attempts to get away from it but all that accomplished was getting her to release another succession of short sharp blasts of her toxic ass gas. It was futile he could only breathe through his nose as she’d gagged him and the bag held the fumes inside the bag with him so he was just breathing the same air over and over. What felt like forever in his little prison now felt like an eternity! His eyes were watering, he felt sick and still she kept him in there. Every now and then he’d feel her ass cheeks jiggle against his face as she laughed at his predicament then she’d bend and crush his face into that offending hole so that when he resurfaced he’d breath in more of that stinking air.

Layla was so hot in the with wearing the PVC suit that she couldn’t stand it any longer, that was the only reason she let her poor slave out of it. When Fred emerged you could hear him draw in long shaky breaths of fresh air and more still as Layla stuck her hand up the loose edge of mask to pull the panties from his mouth.
“Will you disobey me in future slave?” asks his Mistress Layla.
“No Mistress” replies Fred.
“Good, now when I have untied you get on the bed and lay flat on your back with your head near the wall.”
Fast as a cat Fred leaps into action when he’s free as there is no way he want’s to experience that punishment again! Although she had it planned so would have found something to punish him for anyway. He has a feeling he’ll experience it again unfortunately.
As Fred is laying there he starts to feel a strap of some sort being wrapped around his chest and spiral downwards towards his feet. Feel is all he can do he dare not look at what his Mistress is doing for fear of having to go through any more of her fucked up repercussions! So he stay’s still until he’s sure he can risk a little head raise……….Yup! He’s bound to this mat like a hospital trolley and after trying to get up decides to give it a rest he may need his energy.

Layla proves her little slave to be right about conserving his energy. Slowly she approaches towering above him giving him her cheeky sly smile, fucking hell but he knows he’s still in for it.
“You’ll be wishing for a few gasps of that smelly air by the time I’m finished with you my dear little Freddy bear”
Layla climbs onto the mesh base putting her back to the wall she straddles Fred’s shoulders and lowers her large rump onto his face. She starts to rub her anus against his lip’s until guessing what she’s he begins to lick it, trying to put as much effort in as possible while he isn’t being smothered by those ominous looking arse cheeks. But it’s all too good to be true, as with one short sharp thrust from his mistress his nose is up her arse hole again and he is now being ordered to pleasure and praise her pussy. Not a problem except for the one small factor that he can’t breathe! At first he shakes his head trying to catch a sneaky breath he’s panicked and his lungs are starting to burn when his Mistress’ voice breaks through to him.
“Lick and worship my pussy you little fucker or someone’s going back in their bag” explains Layla.
Fred worships her cunt like there is nothing more precious to him in the world, which she finally gift’s him air by letting him sniff her arsehole. This reprieve is short lived as she spreads her cheeks sticking said arsehole back over his mouth she smothers him completely while she wraps her hand around his throbbing cock. He laps at her hole hoping against hope she’ll ease up soon but the pressure building in his chest combined with the feel of her soft hands on his balls and shaft has him shooting his hot cum all over her hand’s and his stomach. His Mistress is sat beside him smiling at him when he comes back down to earth with a playful tickle of his tummy she smears his cum all over his chest as she tells him…………
“Can’t wait for our anniversary!” he couldn’t agree more