The power of a girl 

A girl's huge, powerful ass is used in more ways than one. Will her husband discover what she really does for a living? 


She opened the door, stepped into the house, and there he was. She was almost
an hour late, but he still was there, patiently waiting on his knees in the
living room, as he was taught. Looking down at him, she made sure he stared
straight ahead at her skirt, not daring to look her in the eyes. Smiling at
his submissive body, she turned around, lifted her flowing skirt up until her
ample ass was visible, and moved slowly backwards, toward his face. She never
wore panties. Her big ass was much too precious to hide it with a piece of
garment. She stepped backwards until his face gently met with that feminine
ass that literally controlled his whole life.

Nancy loved her husband dearly. Her huge ass was what caught his attention
when they first met, but not even in his worst dreams, had he imagined that
this immense ass will force itself upon their marriage, that this tremendous
butt will dictate the terms that are not always in the best interest of what's
under it. And under it he indeed was. Under his wife's mammoth butt, of all
places, was where he wanted his male head to be when he first saw her. But
when she took full advantage of the situation under her, when she began to use
those powerful ass cheeks to crush her husband, it became intolerable for him.
There was no special introductory smother, as they call it, there was no
ass-alert, it was downright female muffocation.

Andy loved his wife, too. He loved her, but he was afraid of her all at the
same time. Afraid for his life. Afraid to death. It was the night they got
married, when she had explained to him in no uncertain terms, that her
tremendous ass would govern their marriage. Nancy had a pretty face. She was
heavy indeed, but certainly not fat. But her ass... it was simply gigantic.
She placed him on his back on the bed in that first night after the wedding,
his face is still smiling, waiting for his wishes to come true, when his smile
was instantaneously expunged from his face, as she simply sat on him. It was
nothing like the sweet dreams he had all those years. Her whole body weight
was centered right on his squashed face, unquestionably the most delicate part
of his body, flattened by the most dominating part of hers. It was awfully
frightening, as Nancy kept matters under control, the main 'matter' being his
own squished face. He really tried to push her giant behind off of him, but to
no avail. Her colossal ass was much too strong for him. And then, all of a
sudden, he realized that he was not breathing. Plain and simple. His own
wife's ass was preventing him from the most basic function a body has to
provide to its owner, breathing. Was that the end? Is she really going to ass
him off? Is she really going to obstruct the natural, usual flow of oxygen to
his lungs by her butt? He'll press charges against her, if he stays alive,
though the only pressing thing now was the broad female ass of his own wife,
heavily pressing on his fragile face.

Nancy felt her husband's hands encircle her thick thighs, as he was now
kneeling behind her in the living room, dutifully pressing his face right into
her nude ass, as he was trained. Andy indeed has found his calling in life,
Nancy thought to herself as she lowered her skirt over his obedient head,
leaving him encased inside, as if she was sweeping the dirt under the rug, as
if she was hiding a bad habit under the table. In fact, it was her husband who
did all the house chores, but then again, he didn't really have a choice. They
both knew her enormous ass ruled the marriage. And in the rare occasions, when
Andy forgot that simple fact of life, she made sure he was real supportive of
his wife. And as far as her sovereign butt was concerned, supportive took on a
whole new meaning, as his face supported the full weight of her body. The way
his compressed face had been harmonized with her demanding butt made her feel
real special. Andy's inferior face was forced to carry the heavy weight of
responsibility, a responsibility to bring her pleasure with his facade. But as
time went by, and he became more and more passionate about her ass, the
dangerous side of it all was what caught her focus.

As Andy was daily put on the bedroom mattress, waiting for her to simply sit
on his face, she would mount him, spreading her healthy legs on both sides of
his head, facing his legs, and started to descend toward his anxious face. She
had always have strong legs, so she would stop in the air, a few inches above
his soon-to-be-crushed face, as the dark side of his wife's personality was
hovering above him. "If you ever make me angry, you better be careful, cause
you can catch the mad-ass disease," was what she told him once, when he
reached for her great butt, trying to grab the meaty cheeks that floated in
the air above his face. "In smothering," she had told him, "there aren't any
rules, but my soft ass is breaking them all the time." Gyrating her muscular
halves in front of his eyes, she always kept him wondering when the final
descent will take place, when the ultimate plunge will occur, thus making him
breathe incessantly, so that his lungs would be full when
big-ass-on-the-prairie moved downward. He wouldn't dare moving his head to the
side. He was educated to look straight forward, knowing that before long, that
female ass will go down on him. Down and hard. Inhaling her inner scents,
breathing her private essence, he presented his face as a prize to the highest
bidder, a head to the strongest squeezer. He knew all too well that as far as
his wife was concerned, there might be a change of heart under way, but there
certainly was no change of butt.

And then, without notice, it had always happened. In a one swift, unthinkable
motion, she smashed her brutal ass onto Andy's submissive face, grounding his
head to the bed, making his head grounded, literally. It always amazed her how
soon he would start to panic down there, his whole male body is twitching like
a fish out of water, like a head in a butt. Andy would at first stiffen, going
into all sorts of frenzied convulsions, then he would jerk and twist
frantically, banging on her thick thighs with his hands, as if it would help
him at that point. They both knew he was seconds from going under. Well, Nancy
smiled to herself, he was already under, one way or the other. And she loved
every squeezing minute of it. She transformed her own beloved husband to an
ass-abiding, cherished spouse that is forced to serve her behind, whenever she
felt like it, which was just about all the time. She reduced him to a pretty
low rung on the food chain, allowing him a 'happy hour' meal below her,
allowing him to feast on her suffocating rump, as she spread her two
ass-ramifications, one on the left and one on the right.

But the real thrill Nancy got out of bearing down on her husband's mangled
face came from the simple fact that she could kill him with her huge female
ass. To her, it was the most exciting aspect of it all. If she only wanted to,
it would be over for him in a blink of an ass. There was no need for
explanations, no words were necessary, as they both knew this simple fact
while he suffered down there, in this 'little branch of hell', as he called
her big ass. The smothering, hydraulic machine, otherwise known as the female
behind, was regularly, habitually causing her adored husband to die a little
with each passing moment of squeezing pressure. It was a no-questions-asked
situation, what with those ass cheeks engulfing his whole docile face, his
whole menial existence, bringing him a stone's throw away, or more accurately,
a butt's flex away from the ultimate respect a husband could offer his wife.
The absolute offering a spouse could suggest to his mate. His very own life.
There were no mixed signals in this thoughtful marriage, no confused gestures
between the couple, the only strong message she had sent him was pure facial
pressure applied by the most sacred body part of the wife. Her behind. The
burden wasn't even fully utilized, the pressure, as they both knew it, wasn't
even completely administered, and the last thin shred of hope was erased by
those thick cheeks of a feminine butt.

"How was your day, honey," Nancy asked him, knowing he could hear her well
through the enveloping skirt, feeling his hands on her broad thighs, sensing
his lips, his whole face on her vast behind. "It was good, Nancy. But I have a
question in my humble mind I really need to ask you. Can I, please?" Andy
said, understanding that this mistake could cost him his rest tonight, his
personal dignity, and even his life. "Go ahead, darling. You know that I love
you, and that I allow you to ask whatever you want, though I can't promise
anything, sweetie. I really can't. When I feel you disrespect my smooth ass,
when I see you are being irreverent to my silky behind, you know I have no
other choice, but to discipline you. And you know as well, sure enough, that I
have the means to do so," she voiced, affectionately wriggling her monstrous
bottom on his face, making him tremble in fear and awe of what was about to
occur.

" I really need to know where you go to work, and what you do for a living,"
Andy said straight to his wife's ass, hoping she heard him, knowing she feels
his lips moving on her massive ass as he speaks. "Is that right?" Nancy asked,
smiling to herself, experiencing a new, warm feeling as her spouse's mouth
reverberated into her violent butt, butt that has become a household name in
their home, an asshold name in their marriage. To her, it became almost
boring, to routinely smother her poor husband with her behind, to squeeze the
daylights out of him by simply sitting on his face, so she had to come up with
some new and improved ways to control him through her rump.

Andy wondered why he did not get an answer, when all of a sudden, he felt the
left side of his head pushed by Nancy's left asscheek. He realized that she
simply took a step backwards, when the right side of his face was shoved back
by her other threatening cheek. He was forced back by the brutal, fierce butt
of his own wife, while going backwards on his knees, so that she won't be able
to close her awesome thighs around his neck, as his face is still stuck in her
violent butt. He knew that once the thighs are closed, once the butt is
sealed, there was no way back to the living. No half-squeezing was considered,
once that piece of ass is fully fastened on his tame face.

And then it happened. After several steps backwards, his face is still
concentrated on the fat butt in front of him, his vision is obscured by his
wife's skirt, it happened. The back of his head was smashed onto the living
room wall by the sheer force of his wife's murderous butt. It was brutal. It
was unmerciful. It was the ass of his feminine spouse that shattered his
delicate head into the wall with such a tremendous power, that he
instinctively clasped at her bulging thighs with his arms, as if it will help
him. Then, to his amazement, Nancy started to ram her butt again onto his
face, flattening the back of his head into the wall, and to top it all,
flexing her butt muscles, for good measure. 'For good measure?' Andy
remembered how she had once put it, 'for good pressure will be more like it'.
'If the squeeze doesn't kill, the crush probably will' was another one of her
pearls. But all those gems hardly mattered now, as she aggressively pressed
his fragile face onto the wall by the utter strength of her female behind,
leaving him squashed and helpless, not to mention oxygen deprived. The
curtains began to come down, the shadows were pulled, the lights went out, and
the female ass was demanding its fair share of control...

"I think it should be enough when I tell you I work for the Texas Department
of Corrections," Nancy said, mashing his facial bones with her awesome ass,
knowing it's her female ass meat that deny her own husband the breath he so
desires. "All I can say right now is that they treat me respectably like an
equal opportunity employer, but if you fail to respect my ass, I can become an
unequal opportunity squeezer, and we both know I just can't let such a
disrespectful, discourteous behavior on your side go unpunished. So I invite
you to be my butt's guest of honor." When suddenly it happened. Nancy started
rhythmically smashing his head onto the wall with a mathematical precision.
First the left huge half crashed onto his broken face with an appreciable
force, sending the right side of his face shattering into the wall. Then the
right immense half bumped his cracked head, throwing the left side of his face
fracturing the wall...

And then, without notice, it happened. In a one swift, unthinkable motion,
Nancy...

End of part one. Part two is in the sitting. And I hope, Mr. Chair, this one
is up to your sitting expectations. Your face better believe it. Custom-made
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