Ultimate shoulder rides

I love sitting on an other man with my full weight and totally ignore him and ignore his pain, and then after a long time when he begs me to stand up, I slap him and order him to shut up then just keep sitting on him. I also make him give me a feet massage while I am on top of him and while he is totally exhausted.

Last edited by LionRider (2023-09-01 15:08:34)

esel wrote:

@lionrider


You require foot massage from the person while sitting on him. I therefore suppose that you are sitting on his belly, while  leaning on his thighs as a backrest ? In this position you can give him access to your feet, either with his hands or tongue.

I don't see any other possibility ..

This position is VERY comfortable for the sitting person but very quickly painful for the seated one !!!  I wonder how long can they usually keep the position under you ?!

Please excuse my curiosity ! I'm just very interested by this position...

esel

My slave sits on his knees with his back straight. I sit on him my ass and thighs on his shoulders, with his hands he grabs my feet and massage them.

i too love to sit on a man and feel his struggle under me,

GeoffCouch wrote:

it can be just about intimacy and envelopment.

I was surprised and delighted today when a guy was sitting on my belly. I started to feel the pulse in my belly beating away and asked if he could feel it too, expecting that he couldn't.

Yes, he said, especially when I breathed out!

It feels so gratifying to be sharing that basic body function, especially through his arse!.

LionRider:                                                                                                                                 Your post reminds me of a  very dear friend of mine. He also loves sitting on other men in various ways  and  seems to enjoy  it more when the one  he is sitting on  isn't  under him willingly.  it's  quite amusing watching him sit on another  guy's chest and torment  the guy under him with little annoying type of slaps  and other harmless tortures.

Chest, belly, face, back ... a submissive body offers a lot of sitting opportunities ! Belly sitting is probably the most comfortable for the sitter, the underling lying on his back, his thighs raised so as to offer the sitter an adjustable backrest ... But yes very soon very painful ! This position seems to me to be quite appropriate for short breaks during a pleasurable shoulder-rides ... Sitting on the chest requires that the underling lies on a low bench, so as to offer an adequate sitting height, for instance during a lunch, or working at one's desk ... Chest-sitting may last for a very long time, because the underling can freely bretathe with his belly ... Sitting on the back also provides nice chair for working or eating sitters, but it won't last as long as the chest sitting .. Last the face sitting is probably the kinkiest way to use someone as a chair, the face being in fact the cushion of that chair ... If it is a fullweight sitting it won't last for long, unless the sitter now nd then allows her cushion to breathe, but with the help of a rimseat, or queening chair, it might last for hours and provide great satisfaction to both the sitter and the underling ....
Of course only masochist people will provide all these services ... But the sitter may enjoy all of them without being sadistic at all, but just selfish and opportunistic; i.e, qiite normal in fact !

Being sat on and ignored by the sitter is certainly a great satisfaction for the submissive, but being forgotten, as You quite rightly mentioned, sounds like some kind of unsurpassable achievement for both the sitter and the underling ! The sitter will somehow, sometime, remember what she had been sitting on, and probably find it quite normal, thus acknowledging Her natural superiority. The underling will see it as a proof of his inexistence as a human being, his perfect objectification. A painful experiene though, but his pain would be felt as a proof  that it was for the greatest pleasure and well-being of his  sitter ...

Equidum

I deeply sympathise with Your ex-husband ... The poor man must be daily mourning for his conjugal past, regretting his days under Your emotional yoke, especially those marvelous moments when You granted him the honour to serve You as a seat, in order perhaps to spice up even more the little or great joys of Your wealthy life ... Being now divorced from You perhaps didn't free him from his love, especially not from his "love to serve" You in all possible ways, as a seat, a horse, a toy, a slave ... which, all added together probably transmuted into some incurable addiction ... 

Well ... pure guesswork ... Am I wrong ?

If I understand correctly, Your husband loved You, but he was not submissive at all, or, at least, not in the way You wished ! So, You had to force him to be a seat, a pony, a toy, a slave ... Which forced You to be a permanent trainer, with, apparently, very little improvement as regards Your "pupil" ! I understand in those circumstances, that You got rid of it and of him simultaneously !
I wish You could find an appropriate replacement for this ex, someone like me, for instance
I seem to remember we have known each other in a "previous life" ...?! I'm still mourning for that enchanting daily life of  Yours, Your business, Your employees, Your neighbours, Your friends and family ... equidum928@gmail.com would be honoured if You granted him a personal message ...

Equidum

equidum:                                                                                                   
                                                                                                               
I realize  that  you and others might find my actions with my ex  to be cruel , but I was  treating him  that way almost from the start of our dating days  and after about six months  he  literally  begged me to marry him  and while I basically always dominated the men I dated, he represented a challenge and breaking him was   actually creative fun.   Of  course I  refused   his proposal  until I gave in  and  came up with an iron clad prenuptial agreement that was iron clad  and so  lopsided in my favor that I thought he would never go along with it.                                                      I was wrong about that.                                                                         

He  nearly  signed his life away  and to be  honest, there was a part of me  that really didn't want to give up having him under my thumb and while I  knew I would  divorce him  and enforce the  pre-nup, having this  big strong fool  at my disposal had it's appeal . Marital  fidelity  on my part wasn't  at all part of  our  pre-nup or  vows   so  I wasn't giving up anything  while  further  my financial future so for me  it was  a win/win situation.   If I hadn't included  the "open on my end only" clause in the marriage, I doubt our  marriage would have lasted even a year .                                                                          Please don't  get this wrong, I still dominated  the other men I dated. But many of them were masochistic and I used  them for  amusement. But  my nature  demands variety  and  sometimes I liked  much softer men and men that I could  really  physically dominate. A few I could  really pin down by just sitting on them.              But I never  allowed my husband  to know that they were not  equal sex partners.

equidum:                                                                                                   

That is a vary interesting perspective  and I do  expect that my ex  had a  masochistic streak that he  kept  buried  even from himself.      Once I met his family, I noticed  the machismo aspect of the family   but it  included something subtle  in all that testosterone  laden  facade.  There  was a certain  attitude  in his mother  that was so similar to my  mother  and  myself that I couldn't help  but notice.                    My mother was overt  and decidedly dominant  in  our  home while Ex's mother was far more subtle but  still made  it obvious that  She  was the one who was really in charge.  She used  certain  words and phrases  that most  males  wouldn't  notice  that   conveyed  dominance over her  husband and two sons.   Ex's father and   ex clearly  submitted to her  while  ex's  older brother   seemed to rebel  a bit  more. That older brother  BTW,  was also  the one who  interfered  in my  training of  ex.                                                                 

Other than humiliating  my ex and sitting on his face until he passed out or was close to passing out, I  rarely   caused him  physical pain.    I enjoyed exposing him to his prejudices ,most notably  plus-size  women  and  gay  or effeminate  men.  I loved  seeing my ex   seem to  shrink when I  brought home  a  straight but effeminate man and  brought him into  my  bedroom,   and since we are on the topic I often gave myself the fantasy of  having my  (then) husband tied up  so my effeminate date and I could  sit  on his chest and stomach and  ignore him while we  engaged  in overt  displays of affection .                The only thing that  prevented me from fulfilling this  amusement  and humiliation was  that  I  still dominated   all the men I brought home  and lied  to ex  about  what really took place in  my  bedroom.     

Since my social life only included  two  gay men , one of whom was an ex boyfriend  who wasn't "out of the closet" when we dated, flaunting  and  troubling  my ex  with that  aspect was only occurred once at my  annual Halloween party.                                                       

I don't know if straight men  have anything  equivalent to really enjoying  the  sexual  aspect of  dominance over a more  physically powerful person of either sex.  Straight  men are rather  guarded  about such  things  and  I often can't get them to expose  such aspects of their  private thoughts.

equidum: 

I do  believe my  mother was ahead of her time and  even from an early age  of his understanding, she made him understand that he had to obey me as well as her. My father was  submissive to her though  she  rarely  disciplined  him in any  physical manner.                               

Early in our development, I saw  boys  and men as  inferior, or at least  subservient  since my  brother wasn't allowed  to  fight back  when I pounced on him, often without provocation and my immature  mind   believed that my attitude  was  right and normal.  The first time I  tried to  bully a boy in my first week of grade school, the boy fought back  and I thought that   he would be  in trouble with the teacher for fighting back. Obviously I was the one in trouble and was punished by having to stand in the corner.  From that point I learned that the world wasn't like  home,  but I never  really changed my views, I simply adjusted  in regard to how and when I could physically express  them.

Today in the  U.S. divorce laws are well beyond what even I am comfortable with.  My  marriage as  I previously said was  open on my  end only  and  made  firm in the pre-nup.   So  i can't call  having  sexual freedom  outside of  the marriage  "cheating".                   

But if  it was a  conventional marriage  in most of the  states in the  U.S. I could  cheat  a thousand times  and get  custody of any  children we might have  and still get half of his assets plus  child support and  spousal  support (alimony) without consideration  of  my  actions. In several of those states he would be responsible to support those  children even if he wasn't the biological father.                   That  is crossing the line a bit even for me!

m2ichaela:                                                                                                 

The time I sat on his face until he passed out I had him  in bondage.     It was something I  often did during  sex because I didn't like   having him  touch me with his hands sometimes and I often enjoyed the  control of having him immobile and pretty much helpless.  It wasn't something he enjoyed but he  would submit to  in the hope of  having  coital  sex.

I should point out to those who choose to try smothering a man until he's unconscious that a  strong man  can often find a way to get some air even with an average size woman (or man) sitting on his face.       The affect is cumulative  and you might have to force his head back down and sit on his face  several times  until  the lack of  air makes him to  weak to  fight  you off.  Of course you could kill him that way  so you shouldn't sit on his face for more than a minute or so after he stops struggling.   Then you can  simply move down and sit on his chest and slap his face or something to bring him back.                          Every guy I did this with  started breathing a few seconds after I got off his face.  I suppose  if  the guy  you try this with is weak or you are a  plus size woman or a man, you might manage it without the bondage but you will still have to be cautious about how long you sit on him.

m2ichaela:

All you said is of course true , and I sat on his chest  in just about every position one can sit in.   I have always felt in control when I was  sitting on someone's chest whether playfully  or  with  malice  and I never  thought of my derriere as being unclean .                                   

But My ex was a special case because he didn't like being sat on anywhere at all.  I have of course sat on  quite a few  people's chest, mostly  boy friends as an adult  and usually just playfully and very few  really  objected  very much.  But my ex  hated it even though he has a very  impressive  looking chest and can easily bear my weight.             But I was  in charge of our  entire relationship  and beside the  fact that I liked sitting on his chest, sitting on it   was a demonstration of my control and superior position on him.                                               

With my weight on his ribcage , sitting as  casually as  I would on a  sofa cushion , He  might as  well have been an inanimate object but his vital organs were  all beneath me. His entire attention was  on me while  to me he was no more than a  seat.

m2ichaela:                     

In a word.... Yes I sat on my ex husband in public whenever it was practical or I simply felt like it.  I also sat on him  the way you mention, on his  hunched shoulders sometime and  in the reverse  , like sitting on the back of his head  and facing backward.                       Of course I sat on his lap when I felt like it .                                     

But  I  like  sitting on men and I like being seen  when I do  whether  in the presence of acquaintances or strangers .                                       A few  people   have asked or commented  on  this  and some  asked if  it was ever embarrassing for me ?                                                       

I don't know  why I should be embarrassed  by it. 
If anyone  should  be embarrassed  it should be the person I'm sitting on!  He's the one being used  as an object  or a beast of burden  and I'm  clearly in the superior position.                                                         

Beside all that, I think I look sexy and cute sitting  on him  and  I know from their smiles  that  men thinks so too.                                I also got a looks of  envy from other women

m2ichaela:

The last time I sat on  him that way was shortly before I divorced him.  I hadn't had sex with him  for about a week  and I tied his hands to the back of  a chair he was sitting, assuring him that I was going to give him a lap dance as foreplay.  He was used to me using  several forms of bondage   though he never liked it. 

I dressed for the part in my own way, in a tiny skirt that revealed much more that it concealed  and  went through the motions of straddling his lap, climbing onto his shoulders   etc. very typical lap dance-exotic dancer thing I had seen .

Then I  stepped over him and sat down  forcefully  on his upper  back ,.  He was relaxed and it forced him forward  hunching him over  and bounced with all my weight to settle him into place. His head was mostly under  my butt and I used the back of the chair  for leverage locking him into that position with his chin forced into his chest  and unable to lift me more  than an inch each time he tried. I was having fun , but it was  punishment for him .  He didn't know why I and I sat n him like that for  several minutes before reminding him that he had  been rude to one of my friends  as well as one of my boyfriends.  I berated him, calling him a fool and that his head was only useful  for sitting on. 
I sat like that for at least 5 more minutes  before  I got off him and released him from the  chair. Of course  the  sex he was hoping for  didn't happen  and he was obviously disappointed but I enjoyed  sitting on him that way  and tricking him into complying.

m2ichaela:

Of course I wanted  to  humiliate him  but  sitting on his head that way  didn't humiliate him as much as  tricking him into the position did . It was the last time I sat on him like that  but I had done so  two previous times.    Of course I sat on his face  many times over the  time we were together  and he performed   as  was  expected but with little enthusiasm  . But I knew how to remedy that to my satisfaction . As for him  humiliation,  I sometimes sat on his torso while  chatting on the phone  with  friends including other men  and sometimes sitting on his face  if he tried to talk or complain.

I  didn't  really  think about  my butt being a  weapon as such. My body weight was  the weapon when I was sitting on the back of his head that way.  having my   butt on his head was just the most natural and comfortable way to accomplish that.

Yes  his neck  did  ach for several days  and when he complained I told him it was fun for me and I didn't care if his neck still hurt and I  would enjoy doing it again.                                                                   

I never considered sitting on his lap  as a punishment or  much of anything at  all. It was a matter of convenience if he  happened to be sitting where I happened to be, much  as if he were just  a part of the furniture.

m2ichaela:

I guess you could call my  ass a weapon since  I  used  it to  smother  him sometimes, sealing his air passage.  At the risk of  stating the obvious, it was just a  punishing  type of smother  since I'm a  divorcee and not a  widow. 

But to  fully understand the situation , you have to  realize that he was a bodybuilder  and  foot taller and 100 lbs. heavier than I am.                     My weight  sitting on him was  as much a punishment for  him  because he  didn't like  being sat on as  any  burden I was  on him.         Also, if I happened to be sitting on him  and talking on the phone  to  someone, I would make it a point to mention that  I was  sitting on him  and if he made  noise   that I  was  sitting on his face  to  "shut him up". Most of  my friends and some of my boyfriends   knew our relationship  and  were always amused  by what I did with  my ex.

m2ichaela:

In a single word, YES! He could  bench press  something like 300 lbs.  but he had a hard time  doing 50 pushups  when I was sitting on his back between his shoulders.  At first I just used  coercion  to push him to his limits ,things like calling him weak and pathetic  etc. comparing him to  former boyfriend often worked. 
But  as I gained more control , I sat on his back , slapping his head  when he faltered. just little slaps  that didn't hurt  but implied my  annoyance at his   failure. when he  couldn't do anymore  I just sat on him as he  laid   prone on his  stomach  and I wouldn't  get off until he  did a few  more with me still on his back.

He thought  pony rides  were  silly but he knew he had to  do what I wanted  and if I  threatened  him with  finding another man to   carry me that  way, he immediately  got on his hands and knees. I liked  exhausting his big arms  so I sat as high up on his back as I could so my weight was on his arms ,either with my legs over his shoulders  or just sitting side saddle.   

Later in our  marriage, if  he  rebelled or even hesitated to  obey  me when I wanted to ride or  sit on his back for pushups etc. , I just threatened to get  one of my  boyfriends to ride  him. 

My boyfriends  wouldn't of course (sadly)   because  they were afraid of him, but  the threat was enough to make him comply.

m2ichaela:

Normally, if I was astride and facing his head, my legs straddled his head and my  heels touched the floor when  he was   on the down side of the push-up. I felt  no need  to choke or smother him , giving him an excuse for  him failing. I would  just remain sitting on his back and  taunting him or sometimes berating him  until he completed  the full 50 push-ups  plus 10 or 20 more  to make up for the rest he had  during his failure.

As for having him bench press  me, I was used to sitting on his  hands while he held me over him, testing  how long he could hold me  up that way.     
As for  sitting on his face and smothering him, that was a fun game I often played  when he was in bondage. It was amusing  because he was never sure if I would  let him  up or really suffocate him all the way. I didn't have any intention of murdering him of course , but I as I sat a bit longer each time, he was never  really sure

m2ichaela:

Where I put my feet depended on which way I was face while sitting on his hands, and of course where I felt like.         
I might have my feet on his face or on the  floor when I face toward his head, or on his chest and stomach  if I faced  his feet.
Most of the time  I just sat there while he held me up  ,each hand holding one of my  cheeks as if he was preventing me from sitting on his face. The idea was to test him to see  how long he could hold my weight (133lbs)

I didn't really mess  with his face with my feet very much   but I liked  drumming my  heels on his  chest or stomach sometimes.  Not very hard but  enough to  annoy him.  I didn't want him to drop me even if I would land on him because it a little scary to be dropped  when you're not expecting it, so I usually wore  thong panties  so it was my  bare  flesh on his   palms  because  flesh on flesh isn't as slippery as  fabric on  flesh.     

I think the longest he lasted under  me was  about 15  minutes.
It was fun and easy for me  because he would be down there sweating and trying to hold out and I would  just be sitting there.         Sometimes I could feel  his arms shaking  and see his face turning red  from the strain and it made me smile  because I knew he was about to give out  and that prepared me to   land  on his  chest  or stomach   with all my weight.
Then I would pretend to be mad and  slap his face a few times  because I knew his arms were  to stiff  to use them to cover his face.   I didn't  slap him too hard  though  because it sometimes hurt my hand  and I was just pretending to be angry with him anyway

m2ichaela:

I used  restraints  on him  quite often for several reasons but mostly to be sue I always had the upper hand and  he knew it! I did have handcuffs on him a few times when I sat on his hands the way we talked about but usually his hands were free.

I have  several string bikinis  and  I did sit on his  hands at the beach sometimes because I like showing off and the  looks I got  from other men . Since my ex was a  bodybuilder I also  got some  envious looks  from  women as well.

But at home I  usually wore  a skirt  if I was wearing anything and  I  love the freedom of thong panties  and I have always preferred skirts and dresses over slacks or even shorts.            He was my husband after all so he was  very very familiar with  my underside   from every angle and of course I sat on his face  often enough.

m2ichaela:

I didn't  want to torture him  and it wasn't the idea.   Having him in a humiliating position where he was  bound to  fail while I  demonstrated my control over  him and looked   cute  and daring at the same time  was what I really enjoyed.

One time at the beach I was  I sat on his back while he was sun bathing and  was putting on suntan lotion on my legs.  He was very sensitive  to  the sun and got sunburns really easily . I had to wait for the lotion to be absorbed  because  I didn't want to sit in the  sand  or the  beach  blanket which  had  sand on it, so I stayed on his back for about  15  minutes or so.   But  when I  got off  him   the outline of my  bottom was on his back from where  my butt cheeks   shielded his back from the sun. It was a good  outline  of  two cheeks even later when it tanned.    When he discovered it later ,I  laughed  and  told him it was  "My Brand" on him.

m2ichaela:

Yes I made him carry me as soon as we  got to  the  sandy area of the beach.                              I sat on his shoulder's  because I'm not really fond of  piggyback rides and the  sand was always hot on my feet.                                                                                                                 

To push his  face down into the water when he took me in that deep I would have to scoot  up to  completely sit on his neck and  squeeze  his head.                                                         Yes I often  thought about  drowning  him  that way but I  didn't  want to  kill him  and  he  could  get me off him easy enough.  But sitting on him while he drowned  was just  fun to think  about  and  not  part of reality.