I decided to revisit the concept of facesitting. There is an artistic genre of “catfighting” in which women pretend to fight for the entertainment of men. Most often, these women never actually hurt each other intentionally. Often the “fight” ends with some type of homosexual activity between the women involved. Out of this genre, there came the act called “face sitting”. Apparently some men have convinced themselves one of the most devastating attacks a woman can perform is to put her pussy on someone’s face. I never believed this to be an effective or desirable attack. However, due to the popularity of the act among men, and their insistence that it is effective, I felt I should perform the act again, to help me properly evaluate facesitting as an attack.
The woman I chose to take on is named Kalizetta. She is a 5’9” African American exotic dancer and athlete. She also has a history of violence, aggressively attacking both men and women. Although we both agreed not to intentionally cause any permanent damage to each other, I knew she would not have a problem with severely fucking me up under other circumstances.
When we met for the fight, Kalizetta appeared to be in the same clothing in which she performed. She took off her coat and she was in a skirt, a thong, and her other various accessories. Assuming she had just come from some man’s house, I asked her if she wanted some recovery time before our fight. She told me she did not need recovery time to whip me. I thanked her for the information.
My wardrobe was selected specifically to enhance my face sitting experiment. I was in a skirt that came down almost to my knees. I selected it because, assuming I got my pussy onto her face, the skirt would drape over her head and restrict the air circulation, restrict her vision, and keep her head completely covered, which would produce a nice visual effect for the video camera. I was also in a t-shirt. Kali and I had not discussed face sitting and she had no idea what I intended to do.
Our match was restricted. There would be no punching or kicking. I wasn’t afraid of getting hit but Kali didn't want any of that. That would make the entire match harder to talk about since I don’t generally try to describe all of the nuances of grappling and such. We faced each other and after a few seconds, our arms were locked.
After struggling with each other and matching each other’s power, we both quickly tried gripping each other in various ways in attempts to gain leverage. I ended up with a firm grip on Kali’s thigh and she had her hand between my legs, gripping my pussy firmly. Which woman gained the upper hand would be determined by which woman was able to get the other woman off the ground first. With my grip on Kali’s thigh, controlling her leg, I thought I would be the one to get her up first. But it was me who was lifted off the ground. Like me, Kali enjoys displays of power. She lifted me over her head. As I wrapped my arms around hers, I could see her smiling below me as she threw me down on the hard floor.
I bounced well. And I held on to her arm the best I could while taking that blow. As she broke free, I wrapped my arms around her thigh and did all I could to take her down with me. Various possibilities went through my mind but I didn't try any of them. I just held on. And I am certain she wanted to kick me but that was against our rules. She struggled with me and I turned over, twisting my body while I held onto her thigh. Kali fell to the ground.
On the ground, we both scrambled, trying to get on top of each other. Kali tried to lunge on top of me and I grabbed her, taking her off of me. Then as I climbed on top of her, she gripped my sides and threw me off of her, making the side of my body hit the floor. I realized without punching and kicking, the way to win would be to cause the other woman’s body to come in direct contact with the surrounding objects until she couldn’t fight anymore. And this is what Kali was doing to me. So far, Kali was beating me up more effectively than I was beating her up.
As Kali stood up, she took my arm and twisted it enough to hurt me. Then she started dragging me by my arm, leaving it twisted. I cried out loud. I tried to get on my feet and untwist my arm, but as I tried to stand, she kept dragging me and making it difficult. I reached between her legs, gripped her thong, and snatched it off. At this point, I felt very much like the entire match had been a mistake. Everything the camera had recorded so far would give the impression, Kali was fucking me up. And the only notable things I had done to her so far were grabbing her thigh until she fell, and snatching her thong off. I had never felt more like a Budweiser catfight girl than I did at that point. And I felt like this embarrassment was a result of me taking the time to do something as low-class as a face sitting.
I rolled my body over to untwist my arm. After I did this, Kali grabbed my shirt and pulled it up. I really didn't care about her making my bra show, or the fact that the camera was recording it. I was more concerned about not being able to see her while my shirt was up over my head. I always remember the first time that happened to me in a fight. So I was using my free hand to grab my own shirt. Kali swung me across the room as I tried to get my shirt off. She swung me hard into a wall. I ended up with my shirt around my neck but not covering the rest of me body. It was just hanging from my neck. Kali took me and swung me around again, throwing me to the ground.
It’s easy for me to ignore pain in a fight. But I knew my arm wasn’t doing so well. And I knew I wasn’t performing on the level I should. Kali didn't waste any time. I started to get up and try to take my shirt off. But before I got it off my neck, Kali grabbed the shirt and yanked me forward. Her power was easily enough to drag a grown woman. And she dragged me around the room. I knew choking was against our rules but I guess she felt like dragging me by a shirt around my neck was not considered choking. Or maybe she didn't care. So as Kali shoved me back against a wall, I told her she was breaking the rules.
Kali smiled at me and drove her fist hard into my abdomen. I was surprised and I just looked at her. Then she drove her fist into my guts several more times and I just stood there, eyes and mouth wide open. My body made sounds as she hit me, and I knew she was fucking me up. I just couldn’t feel it yet because of the rush of the fight. So I hit her in her jaw. She’s a strong woman and she was fired up too, so I don’t know how much that hurt her. But it stopped her from hitting me.
After taking a beating, sometimes I don’t really know how hurt I am. And I don’t know if my body will respond the way I expect. So I didn't worry about that. I hit her in her face two more times and knocked her down. By now I guess we had both agreed that our safety rules were no longer needed. So I started kicking the shit out of her. I kicked her sides and her abdomen, making her roll over and over. I kicked her big legs to make sure she couldn’t get up. But somehow this bitch got up. And I knew she wanted to hit me in my face. So I didn't have to wait for her to swing before I ducked. And I drove my fist straight into her guts as she swung. Then I wrapped my arms around her body and she wrapped her arms around mine.
I could feel the pain in my abdominal muscles as we both tried to take control of each other. Whether the reason was her getting to beat on me for a while, or her slight height advantage, she once again got me off of the ground. And she slammed my body hard. And she started kicking me. So, laid on my back, I started doing high kicks. From my awkward position, I drove my foot into her, striking her pussy, legs, and whatever else was in reach. And I kicked frantically until she fell down. I could tell by the way it felt to kick her, that I got her in her guts a few times. And the blows to her thighs made her unable to use her legs. So she buckled and fell. And I got up.
I really didn't feel like fighting anymore. I would rather have been in a bed sleeping, or getting fucked. But I watched Kali get up as if she had not been hit at all. Her face was bloody but she wasn’t responding like a woman who was hurt. So when she came at me, I gripped her shoulder and pussy. Then I lifted her high and slammed her on her side, making her bounce and roll over. By this time, I was expecting her to just get up as if she wasn’t hurt. So I slammed her body fifteen more times. Then I put her on her back.
I felt like it was time for me to finish my experiment. Kali was still conscious and even still moving, although she didn't appear to be getting up. I was finally able to take my shirt completely off. So I adjusted the camera to zoom in closer to her face. Then I stood over Kali with her head between my legs. And I lowered myself onto her, planting my pussy on her face. I saw the expression in her eyes as I put my pussy on her face. And in the next instant, her face was buried in my pussy, and her whole head was covered by my skirt.
Kali couldn’t really move. And I didn't know what else to do. The goal was to see if face sitting was effective in a fight, but I think the experiment was tainted because the body slams had basically ended the fight. After a minute or so, I was concerned that Kali might be smothered to the point that her life could be in danger. So I raised my pussy off of her.
Kali got up in tears. Speaking unintelligible words. She seemed very distressed. And as soon as she was standing, she jumped on me. I shut down her attack and proceeded to beat the fuck out of her. Then I let her sleep.
So my feeling about face sitting really didn't change much. I didn't think it was much of an attack while the fight was going on. It was something that could only be done effectively after the fight was already won. So I concluded that face sitting was not an effective attack in a fight. However, the way it affected Kali emotionally was very intense, so the face sitting did seem very effective for torture or punishment. I don’t think I will be doing it any more in the near future.
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