The Seat of power (story req)

[underfootuk2001]

Hi does anyone remember this story, "the seat of power" i cant remember who wrote it but i thought it was gr8. Any chance of a repost?

[cush59]

great story.

[cush59]

The Seat of Power
By Maxim

It was the name of the place that had first caught Phil’s attention.
The store was called simply Her Way. Phil figured the store was some sort of adult bookstore.
The windows of the place were lined with the sort of shiny film that turned them into one way mirrors so that passers by couldn’t see in.Phil drove past the place every day on his way home from work. Eventually curiosity got the better of him and one rainy Friday evening he pulled into the store’s small parking lot.
As Phil got out of his car the front door of the place opened and a tall, pretty, blonde woman came out. She was wearing a tight leather skirt and calve high boots with very high heels.
She was carrying a plastic shopping bag. Phil smiled at her as they passed.
She looked at him disdainfully and got quickly into a black BMW. Phil shrugged, opened the glass door, and went inside.
The place was bigger than it looked from outside. There were several rows of shelves down the middle of the store. The walls were lined with racks of clothing.
And what clothing. All the garments were latex or leather. Phil smiled and took a deep breath, taking in the smell of the fetish wear. Phil had a serious fetish for black shiny clothing. Especially leather. He didn’t like to wear it himself. He just liked to see it on women.
He had once spent almost an hour following a particularly zaftig woman around a local mall just to watch the play of her sumptuous buttocks under a tight pair of soft, shiny, black leather pants. That night he had jerked off to the fantasy of burying his face in her leather clad ass. Phil walked slowly down the middle aisle, looking at the contents of the displays.
Most of the shelves held bondage equipment, cuffs, collars, and the like. There was a bucket on the floor full of riding crops. Various other types of whips and floggers hung on another rack. Phil felt himself getting hard just looking at the stuff. He wasn’t really into pain but the look and smell of all the leather was getting to him. Phil rounded the corner of the aisle and lurched to a halt. There were two women standing in a large open space beyond the aisle.
They were discussing an odd looking piece of bondage furniture.
It looked like some sort of throne. One of the women was obviously the proprietor of the store. She was dressed in a skintight latex cat suit. She wore patent leather thigh high boots with five-inch spike heels. Her hair was dark black and pulled back into a tight bun.
She appeared to be in her mid thirties.The other woman looked to be slightly older, maybe forty. She had wavy blonde hair. She was a little heavy, but in a good way. Her breasts were generous, and well displayed by the white silk blouse she wore. The blouse was tucked into a gorgeous pair of buttery soft, black leather pants.
The woman’s ass was wide and shapely.Phil had to check to be sure that his mouth wasn’t hanging open. The woman with dark hair saw him and said, May I help you? Er..Just looking.
The woman nodded and went back to talking to the blonde woman.
I can assure you that it works very well, Mrs. Arbogast. I have one at home.
Mrs. Arbogast said, I just don’t know, Madame. I’ve had queening chairs before and they never seem to work just right. Hiram’s face is always too far down or too far up in the seat.
It just wasn’t comfortable for sitting on him for a long time. And I like to keep him under me all evening while I watch television or talk on the phone.Phil felt a tightness in his groin.
He had heard of furniture made for queening before but he’d always thought it just something for dirty magazines. He took a closer look at the strange throne.

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The seat was about four feet off the floor and had a hole in the middle making it look something like a toilet. Behind the high back of the chair was a bench that had several thick leather straps attached to it. There was a hole in the back of the chair as well.If I could just try it out first, Mrs. Arbogast said.Madame shrugged. Sorry, but the store submissive is out sick today. Perhaps you could bring your husband by later.
But I want to surprise Hiram with the chair. She smiled wickedly. In fact Saturday is his birthday and I want to lock him into it and keep him under my ass all day.
Phil couldn’t believe what the woman was saying. Her husband had to be the luckiest guy on earth. To spend hours under that fabulous ass.
The Madame suddenly looked back at Phil. She smiled. Excuse me sir, but could you help us out? Me? Uh...Mrs. Arbogast needs to try out this piece of equipment before she buys it. Normally we have a man here for this sort of thing, but he’s been taken ill.
Phil said, You want me to put my head in that thing? The fantasy had been one thing, but Phil was suddenly nervous.Just for a moment.
I won’t sit on you for long, Mrs. Arbogast said. She turned around and wiggled her plump, leather clad fanny. And besides, I think you’ll like it.That did it for Phil. He stepped up to the chair. Just lie down on the bench and put your head through the hole, Madame said.Phil did as he was told. He slid his head inside the hole. Inside the chair was a leather pillow. Madame touched a button on the side of the chair and the pillow rose slowly until Phil’s face was protruding from the chair’s seat.
As you can see, Madame said, Once the head is in place and adjusted he can’t get out.Phil tried to pull his head free just to check. Madame was right. The two women were out of his view and he suddenly felt the leather straps being tightened over his chest, arms, and legs.Um...do we really need the straps?
Phil said.We have to get the full effect, dear, said Madame.Mrs. Arbogast came back into Phil’s line of vision. She put her hands on the arms of the throne and leaned down looking at Phil. Her cleavage swelled as she leaned forward. Well, all ready to be sat on? She said.Phil said, I guess. Not like you have a choice.
Mrs. Arbogast turned around. From Phil’s position, the woman’s ass looked enormous. The leather stretched taunt over the globes of her butt as she lowered herself towards Phil’s helpless face. He had a moment to wonder about the wisdom of his decision and then his face was engulfed in the crack of Mrs. Arbogast’s leather ass. Phil senses were almost on overload. All he could feel was leather and soft butt flesh.
He could smell the leather and the musky, woman scent. He could breath, but only just, and each breath was full of the delicious smell of the woman on his face. Phil’s cock was iron hard. He wanted to touch it, but his hands were strapped to the bench.Mrs. Arbogast wiggled and seated herself more firmly on Phil’s upturned face. Now breathing was a real effort. Phil moaned slightly but the big woman ignored him. Phil wasn’t sure how much time passed but finally Mrs. Arbogast got out of the chair. Phil gratefully dragged in several deep breaths.Look how red your face is, Mrs. Arbogast said, smiling down at Phil.Well, what do you think? Said Madame.You were right, Madame. It’s the most comfortable queening chair I’ve ever sat in.
Could you let me up now? Phil said quietly. The women ignored him.But I’m still not sure I could sit there for a really long time, Mrs. Arbogast said.Madame said, Well things are slow this evening. I’ve some stocking to do. Feel free to take as long as you need.
Hey! said Phil, Wait a minute!
Mrs. Arbogast fumbled in her purse. Good thing I brought a book, she said.Phil said, No! Really now. Fun’s fun but I have to go home. Mrs. Arbogast wiggled her butt at him again. Don’t worry. This will just take a couple of hours.
Mrs. Arbogast’s round, womanly ass began to descend on Phil again. He was still trying to talk her out of it when his words were cut off by her butt settling on his face.She wiggled about until she had found a comfortable position. Now, now, said Mrs. Arbogast. Mustn’t talk with your mouth full.
Her End

[Unregistered]

The Invitation
(The Seat of Power Part II)
By Maxim

Phil? the voice on the phone said.
Yes, this is Phil. Who is this?
It’s Mrs. Arbogast, dear. You remember?
He remembered. How could he forget? Mrs. Arbogast with her wide,
womanly ass packed into her black leather pants. Mrs. Arbogast who
had sat on his face for two hours when he had agreed to help her
try out a ‘queening’ chair at Madame Stern’s store, Her Way.
He remembered all right. He remembered the feeling of being totally
helpless under the woman. Of the smell and feel and taste of the
leather. Struggling to breathe while his feckless cock strained in
ecstasy. It was doing it again now, rock hard at the sound of her
voice.
Sure I remember, he said. Uh...how are you?
I’m fine. Just a little lonely.
Lonely? What happened to... He couldn’t remember her husband’s
name.
Hiram, she said. We’ve separated I’m afraid. He didn’t have
quite the taste for submission that he thought he did.
No?
No. He had been whining a lot about the new queening chair. The
one you were so sweet to test for me. He said I was keeping him in
it too much. Now I admit that I was keeping his face smothered in
my ass for several hours each night and sometimes all day on
weekends, but I don’t think that was asking too much for the
privilege of being under an ass like mine. Do you think so, dear?
No, Mrs. Arbogast.
Thank you, Phil. You’re so sweet. But as I said, I’m getting
lonely. I miss having a face to sit on. I’ve got a brand new pair
of leather pants that I’m just aching to squeeze into and plop down
on some deserving face. And I thought of how comfortable your face
was, Phil.

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Phil’s dick was almost painfully hard. He could feel a dribble of
pre cum soaking into his pants.
What about it, Phil? Want to come over and keep me company this
evening?
Phil was trying to ignore his cock. He remembered how Mrs. Arbogast
had tricked him the last time. She had said she would only sit on
his face for a little while, then when he was strapped into the
queening chair, unable to move, she had pulled out a book and
settled in for a long queening. He knew he couldn’t trust her.
But oh, the feeling of her firm, fleshy mounds encased in the rich,
shiny leather, pressing against his face. He had loved it, he had
to admit.
Phil heard his own voice say, When would you like me to come
over?
Mrs. Arbogast told him immediately, and gave him directions to her
home. Phil stayed hard during the entire drive over to her
neighborhood. It was very upscale. She was obviously loaded. Her
house was a rambling structure set back from a huge lawn.
Phil parked in the driveway as instructed and went up and rang the
doorbell. After a few moments he heard the unmistakable clicking of
high heels. The door opened and there was Mrs. Arbogast.
She looked like a fetishist’s dream. She stood leaning on the
doorframe, a curvy woman in her early forties. Her wavy blonde hair
fell to her shoulders. Her large breasts were poking against the
front of a silk blouse. Her impressively wide hips were vacuums
packed into a pair of soft, shiny, black leather pants. The pants
were tucked into calve high boots with stiletto heels. She also
wore elbow length leather gloves.
She took a drag on the 50’s film star style cigarette holder
clasped in her right hand and said, Come in dear.
Phil almost stumbled through the door. Mrs. Arbogast smiled. I
take it you like the view.
Oh yes, Mrs. Arbogast. You’re gorgeous.
Thank you, Phil. Do you like the pants?
They’re beautiful.
They are, aren’t they? I wore the gloves for you, dear. You’re a
leather fetishist aren’t you?
Yes.
Why don’t you say, Yes Mrs. Arbogast. I like that better. It’s so
respectful.

[Unregistered]

Yes Mrs. Arbogast.
Much better. Now, follow me.
She walked away slowly. Phil’s gaze was glued to her shapely, shiny
ass. She knew this and got maximum swing into her hips. Phil would
have followed that ass into hell.
She led him into a large, sumptuous living room. The queening chair
dominated the middle of the room. A big screen television was in
front of the chair. It had a VCR and a DVD player attached to it.
This is where I like to relax. Mrs. Arbogast said. I have all my
favorite movies. She smiled. Not that you’ll be seeing any of
them where you’ll be.
Phil wouldn’t have thought it possible, but his cock got even
harder. There was something about this woman. Under her smooth
voice and elegant manners was something a little bit..cruel?
Get undressed Phil. I like for my seat cushions to be naked.
He loved the way she said seat cushion. Phil scrambled to get his
clothes off.
Mmmm. You have a nice body, dear. I might get around to using
other parts of it if you’re a good boy. Now, assume the position.
Phil lay down on the leather-covered bench that was attached to the
back of the chair. He slid his head into the hole in the back. His
face fit snuggly into the corresponding hole in the chair’s seat.
He felt Mrs. Arbogast,s hands as they buckled the straps that held
him to the bench. He could feel his heartbeat pick up a bit. He had
been here before. But that was at the store where there was at
least Madame Stern to help him. Now he was alone, a virtual
prisoner in this woman’s house. He felt leather covered fingers
close around his cock.
Nice, Mrs. Arbogast said. But first things first.
She came into view and looked down at Phil’s helpless face. She
smiled again and then turned around. The shiny round surface of her
bountiful behind filled Phil’s field of vision. Slowly, tortuously
she eased her ass down onto the upturned face.
A moan of sheer desire escaped Phil’s lips as his face was
enveloped. The chair was designed in such a way that the sitter’s
weight was evenly distributed. Phil could breath if he took it very
slowly, but he was held firmly in place by Mrs. Arbogast’s all
encompassing ass.
Comfy dear? Phil heard Mrs. Arbogast say. Her voice seemed far
away. I hope so, because you’re going to be down there a long
time. I’m watching a double feature.
Phil could hear the whir of a VCR starting up. There was no escape
for him now. Mrs. Arbogast could sit on his face for as long as she
wanted. A couple of times during the first movie she got up for a
snack or to visit the bathroom. While she was gone Phil would take
advantage of the opportunity to breathe more easily for a bit. But
each time she would come back and lower her leather clad fanny back
onto his face.

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When the first film ended Mrs. Arbogast got up and looked down at
her human seat cushion. I’ll be back in a few minutes, dear, She
said. I have a surprise for you. Don’t go away. He heard her high
heels click clacking away.
When she returned a few minutes later and leaned her upper torso
back over the chair, Phil was rewarded with a view of her amazing
bustline compressed into and pushed up by a leather corset. She was
naked from the waist down.
I know you love the leather, Phil, but I was getting a little hot
in those pants. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of chances to be
face sat by my leather butt, however right now, I think I want to
watch the second movie bareback.
Mrs. Arbogast turned around once more. Released from the confines
of the leather pants, her ass looked bigger and wider and softer.
Phil felt his cock jerk uncontrollably.
Mrs. Arbogast looked seductively back over her shoulder. Is my ass
beautiful, Phil?
Oh yes, Mrs. Arbogast. It’s lovely.
Do you want me to sit on your face?
Please Mrs. Arbogast.
I’m all sweaty from wearing the leather.
She didn’t have to tell him, The smell of her was driving him wild.
There was nothing he wanted more than to be smothered by her ass.
I don’t care. Please, I want you to sit on my face.
Then ask me.
Please Mrs. Arbogast, will you please sit on my face?
Of course I will, dear.
And she did.

Her End

[Logan]

Great story Cush59


Logan

[Maxim2]

I wondered where this story had gotten to. Glad to see folks remmeber it and liked it.

Maxim

[bigbaddustin1370]

Classic good story

[Maxim2]

Thanks, bigbad. This version is slightly reformatted from the original.(It's missing all the dialog attributions and quotation marks, etc) It's been all over the internet and I don't actually remember what site I originally wrote it for. I need to write another leather facesitting story soon.

Maxim

[Butt Head]

Great story, now I'm inspired to write.

[41Puddin]

wow Nice story, cant wait to see if you;ll continue it. I would love to trade places with him ;)

[door_step]

A very nice story indeed..
Can't wait to read more:thumbsup2:

Doorstep