The Superior Guard

[faceseat4jeans]

As part of my work, I have to make deliveries in this building that has a uniformed security guard in the lobby. Well, I get very turned on by women in uniforms, and this young lady in particular was attractive that was recently hired to work in the lobby of this building.

So, without planning it out beforehand, I started offering to get her a container of coffee when I was sent out to get some for the people in the office I deliver to. At first she would smile and say no modestly, but then one day she said okay! After that I started getting her coffees on a regular basis, until one day when I arrived and smiled at her saying "coffee?" and she said "no, get me a bottle of water!" just like that. I loved that she didn't ask, but instead said it like an order.

After getting her bottled water a few times, one day when I arrived she looked at me expectantly and when I said "hi, how are you today? May I have the pleasure of getting you a coffee or bottled water, perhaps?" she surprised me by telling me to get her the vitamin water that is sold for $2 instead of the $1 regular bottled water. She said it like a command and I responded as I had been, half in jest, like her servant: "vitamin water it is, and thank you for allowing me the opportunity to serve you!"

Well, the third or fourth time I came back with her vitamin water she held onto my hand as I handed her the bottle, and said: "my name's Debbie". I was thrilled as I said "mine is Harvey, and thank you again for allowing me to serve you, Debbie". She just smiled and nodded her head, but I sensed a change in our relationship after that exchange. Debbie started ordering me to do things like empty her ashtray and even buy her cigarettes and snacks, never offering to pay. She even stopped saying thank you, and I felt more and more like her servant for real!

One monday Debbie commented that she had sprained her ankle playing softball with some friends the preceeding weekend, and I was quick to mention my experience in massage and offer her one to ease her discomfort. She chuckled and explained she'd get in trouble if seen getting a foot massage while working, then asked if I'd be willing to come over to her place after work to give her the offered massage. I answered yes eagerly, and Debbie said "don't be so quick to agree, there's a few things I've always fantasized about having a white guy (did I mention Debbie's black?) do for me besides a massage. When my quick reply was "as always, your wish will be my command" Debbie's smile broadened as she said "really? I've always wanted to use a white guy's face as my seat cushion while I watch a 2 hour movie, think you can handle that?"

[Aramis]

Thanks for the story, I hope you continue it! Please do what you can with the time you have. Thanks again for your work.

[faceseat4jeans]

I was surprised and really shocked that Debbie would mention she had fantasized about not just sittng on a guy's face, but face-sitting on a white guy's face for the length of a two hour movie! I had no idea where she got the idea of face-sitting from, but I certainly wasn't going to question or even comment on it for fear that she would change her mind. Instead, I just gave her a weak, embarassed smile and nodded my head.

After giving me her address and what time I was to arrive, Debbie giggled as she looked me in the eyes and said "I don't think you know what you're lettin' yourself in for, but hey, it's your funeral!" When she saw my eyes go wide at that comment, Debbie laughed and put her hand on my shoulder. "Relax, it's just a figure of speech. Ha, ha, ha!"

That evening I arrived at Debbie's small one-family house on the other side of town, and knocked nervously. She answered the door wearing sweatpants that fit snugly over her perfect butt, and an oversized man's flannel shirt. "Right on time, tha's a good boy. Come on in!" I entered and handed Debbie the flowers and chocolates and she just smiled as she shook her head. "You really are eager to please, huh? Well okay, let get right into it. And in your case, that means you gettin' your face right into the crack of my ass!" I followed her to the main room, where a large screen TV was the main piece of furniture, along with a couch and an over-stuffed easy chair.

I followed Debbie's instructions to sit in front of the chair with my head and shoulders resting on the seat, and after she set up the video and everything she'd need like cigarettes, an ashtray, the chocolates and a drink Debbie finally straddled my body and looked down at me from over her shoulder: "okay boy, take a deep breath!" I did nervously as Debbie slowly lowered her ass onto my face, and as I was engulfed by her twin cheeks of perfection I heard her final comment: "if you really need to breathe and can't find any air down there, you can signal by tappin' my thigh. But I'm tellin' ya in advance that I don't like it when my movies are interrupted, so ya better really be desperate before you disturb me. I should be able to help ya out, though, since I had franks and beans for dinner. Ha, ha, ha!"

[faceseat4jeans]

Feeling incredibly aroused as Debbie's perfect ass in her tight sweatpants covered my upturned face, I was thrilled at first to realize that due to the soft folds of fabric in the center seam I could manage to get shallow breaths. I heard the TV go on and realized Debbie had activated it with the remote control, and I could feel her sit back and relax in the large comfortable chair I sat in front of and served as face-seat cushion for.

As I heard the movie start Debbie spoke, as if she had just thought of something: "hey Harv, hope you're okay down there, he, he, he! Listen, like I said my feet are really hurtin' after that game this past weekend, so I want you to put your hands down on the carpet on either side of you, palms up." When I did as she said, Debbie planted her bare soles on each of my palms. "Yeah, tha's it boy, now gets to rubbin'. Hey, now you're just like those office managers you work for, you're multi-tasking. Ha!"

I was feeling more and more ashamed at how Debbie was talking down to me and making degrading comments, but at the same time it was arousing powerful sensations of pleasure in me that left me completely confused. I still felt very attracted to Debbie, so I just concentrated on doing what I was told as well as I could. After awhile, I started feeling light-headed (I guess because of the diminished supply of air I was getting, along with Debbie's full 100 plus pounds settled squarely on my upturned face!) and worried if I did pass out she probably wouldn't even notice! My fear of dying overrode my desire not to disturb Debbie's enjoyment of the movie she was engrossed in watching, and finally I reluctantly raised a hand to gently tap her thigh and signal my need for air. I was not prepared for the violent response that came from Debbie.

"You good-for-nothin', friggin' jerk! This is the best part of the movie, an' you gots the nerve to disturb me? Your nose feels good up the crack o' my ass, an' your hands are makin' my feet, especially my left ankle that I hurt, feel great, so don' you even THINK about stoppin'." Her anger terrified me, but after a few moments of silence I could almost hear the smile on her face as Debbie said "you wants air, sucka? I gots some air for ya, he, he, he!". My face was still buried under Debbie's ass and I had obediently resumed massaging her feet and ankles while I desperately strained to find air to breathe, when suddenly I felt her weight shift slightly, and then it felt like a bomb had gone off right in my face! "Brrraaaaappppp!" I felt incredible shame as I realized Debbie had actually farted right in my face! Instantly I was enveloped in a putrid aroma that smelled like a combination of rotten eggs and spoiled food. How could such a beautiful young woman produce such a foul smell? Debbie didn't seem at all embarassed, though, and sounded like she relished my degradation.

"Ha, ha, there ya go sucka, that enough air for ya? Breathe it all in, you can save the thank yous for later. He, he, he!" Well, I did thank Debbie later when the movie ended and she finally lifted her magnificent ass from my face. By that time I had entered a new reality as I spent the time with my face buried under Debbie's ass meditating on how my true place in life was serving and being used and degraded by my superiors. And Debbie was as superior as they come, in my opinion!

While Debbie was using my face as her seat-cushion during the long movie, I could tell she was comfortable and enjoying the situation. A few times I even thought she might have pleasured herself as I seemed to detect her hand slipping inside her sweatpants waistband, but my main concern was that I had served her well and I thought I had. So I was surprised at her stern attitude when Debbie rose and turned to face me as the movie ended. She said "Now listen here, Harvey. That was not bad, except for your total lack of consideration in disturbing me right at the best part of the movie." I started to say something but Debbie cut me off, saying "I'm not interested in hearing any of your excuses, boy, I'm just sayin' you best get rid o' those selfish attitudes if you ever expect me to let you serve me again. Now I knows you get off on buyin' me drinks an' stuff and waitin' on me at work, but if you're ready for me to really use you for my benefit you're gonna hafta have one goal and ONLY one goal in everything you think, do and say, night and day: how can I best serve Debbie?"

My mouth hung open in shock and awe as Debbie continued: "Now if you're interested, and understand what servin' me means and are ready to accept your new reality as my boy, just nod your head. If it's too much for you, no prob. We each go on with our lives, say hi at work and it ends there. Your choice, boy!" Debbie smiled as I think she knew how into her I was already, and how much deeper under her control I would fall if I agreed to accept her authority and control. I knew I had to nod my head or I would never forgive myself, and as I did Debbie's smile widened slightly before it turned into a sneer.

"Good decision, boy, and your last! Now, there's the matter of your punishment for interrupting my movie. Go lay down next to the wall over there." I did as ordered and as Debbie sauntered
over she explained "you thought my sweet ass on yo' face was a terrible burden, huh? Well, put your hands in front of your belly." When I did Debbie bent over and snapped a small pair of thumb cuffs onto my hands, then she unfastened my belt and re-fastened it after threading it between my imprisioned thumbs. My hands were now trapped in front of me at the level of my belt buckle, and Debbie picked up a paperback novel from the table as she walked up to me.

"Now listen up, whitey. Yeah, tha's right, whitey be yo' new name when we in private, or wit ma sistas or bruthas, you dig? Actually, I don't really care if you dig or not. From now on, my only concern about your feelings is if you's in enuf pain an' shame when I wants you to be as punishment for not servin' me as good as I want you to." I looked up with genuine feelings of awe, respect and fear as I anxiously waited for Debbie to continue. "So," she said as I could see her thinking, "I'm gonna stand on you, with one foot crushing your puny throat, while you apologize to me for disturbing my pleasure and enjoyment while I was watching the movie. The only thing is, I'm thinkin' how to make it more degradin', an' more painful. Any suggestions, whitey?" This was incredibe! Here I had just almost suffocated under Debbie's ass for over two hours, during which I had suffered the shame of having her cut loose a putrid fart right in my face, and now I was not only going to be punished for signalling for air at one point but was being asked for suggestions on ways to make the torture worse!

I wanted to spread my palms in a gesture of saying i don't know, but since my hands were immobilized I just shrugged my shoulders. I sensed Debbie didn't want me to speak unless specifically ordered to, by her. Then I saw Debbie's face brighten, and she spoke again: "I know, I'm gonna put on my baseball shoes that I wore during the game this past weekend. The feeling of those cleats under my weight oughta "impress" on ya' how important it is not to disturb your superior, and at the same time you'll tongue-clean the soles including eatin' all the dirt and crap from around the cleats to remind you to worship the ground beneath my feet.Yeah, that's it. That'll teach you, boy!"

[Aramis]

Hurrah, hurrah! I love Debbie! Please, keep the story going! Great job!

[dafatman]

WOW awesome story please keep going!:D

[faceseat4jeans]

As Debbie walked away from where I was laying on the floor next to the wall and opened her closet door to reveal a hanging shoe rack on the inside, my heart sank as I saw her remove a muddy pair of athletic shoes. I had hoped she was kidding when she spoke of trampling me under her baseball cleats, but watching her determined attitude as Debbie sat and tied the laces of her well-worn baseball shoes told me she was very serious!

"Now listen here, whitey. The only thing I can think of more degrading than forcin' you to clean my soles with your tongue, is you beggin' me for the priviledge! Soooo........" Putting the reality of what I was asking for out of my mind, I allowed my mind to dive headfirst into the ocean of lust I felt engulfing me in this surreal situation that far surpassed my lifelong fantasy desires of domination and degradation, and I begged from the depths of my subservient soul:

"Oh please Debbie, oh supreme goddess, I beg for the high honor of being permitted the rare gift of eating the dirt and filth that adheres to the soles of your baseball shoes. Please allow me to show my respect, that I truly worship the ground you have walked on." Standing over me and looking down into my eyes with an intense stare, I was thrilled to see Debbie's face brighten into a broad smile as she listened to my begging. "Good attitude Whitey, now let's see if you can 'walk your talk'." And with that Debbie stepped up onto my chest with her full weight, her cleated soles creating pressure points of pain as her weight shifted.

Finding her balance with one hand against the wall, Debbie looked down into my face as she spoke: "here ya go honkey, the mud and crap stuck around my cleats under my soles is really too good for you, but I'm feelin' generous. He, he,he!" Then she adopted a more serious tone as she brought one of her cleated soles over my face: "get busy with that doormat tongue of yours, whitey, and be sure you swallow all that shit stuck to my sole, especially around the cleats."

Trying to take my mind off the daggers of pain I was feelng from the cleats on the foot supporting all of Debbie's weight that still stood on my upper chest, I stretched out my tongue and began working it around the nearest cleat. As my moist tongue loosened the caked on mud and other debris, chunks fell into my open mouth and I gagged as I did my best to chew and swallow. "What you chokin' for, chump? Better get used to eatin' the crud from offa my soles whitey, an' ya know why?" She hesitated a moment but I knew Debbie wasn't really expecting an answer as I continued to work my tongue and lips against her sole. "Well let me tell you why, Mista Honkey. Ya better get used to eatin' the crap from my soles because I just decided this is gonna be your way of sayin' hello to me from now on. Yeah, I kinda like the idea of the dirt from under my soles becomin' the "foundation" of your diet. Ha, ha.... an' don't worry, I'll be sure you always have a rich foundation for your diet!"

I diligently worked my tongue and lips, and even teeth when necessary, over ever inch of Debbie's soles, obediently swallowing all the filth until her soles truly were cleaned of all the dirt that had covered them. I was still suffering under the pressure of her cleated soles when Debbie finally announced that I had actually done a pretty good job. "In fact," she continued, "you did such a good job that I'm gonna give you a break as far as your punishment ordeal." I had thought what I'd just endured was my punishment, but Debbie explained she had intended to stand on my face, full weight in her cleats, while she read a chapter in her novel as my punishment! But since I had been so obedient and thorough in tongue-cleaning her cleated soles, she decided to be generous and do it barefoot.

I said a silent prayer of thanks as Debbie removed her now-clean baseball shoes, and added a ps to the prayer that I be able to handle her full weight standing on my face. " She stepped up onto my face, covering my eyes and forehead with one sole while her other landed right below my nose, sealing my mouth firmly. The pressure was incredible, but I was determined not to disturb her reading as I had interrupted her movie-watching. Each breath I took through my nose carried the strong, sweet aroma of her feet, and I tried to concentrate on that pleasure as I did my best to endure the crushing pressure of Debbie's full weight on my upturned face.

Just when I felt I was nearing the end of my rope as Debbie continued to stand practically motionless on my face, I heard her cellphone ring. I felt a rush of relief as I thought she'd have to step off my face to answer it, but my heart sank as I heard her say "Hello?" without moving and I realized she must have her cellphone on her belt clip! I heard a conversation begin and I realized Debbie had no intention of stepping off of my face until she finished reading the chapter just as she'd said, and the phone conversation would just prolong her time standing on my face! As Debbie raised her foot that covered my mouth, leaving her other foot to bear all of her weight as it crushed my eyes and forehead, she worked her toes gently against my closed lips. I worked my tongue against the space where my lips met and were stuck together from being crushed under her sole for so long, and as her toes slipped into my mouth I began bathing them with my tongue devotedly. I realized Debbie was concentrating on the phone conversation she was having, and that her toes in my mouth were probably just an absent-minded thing she was doing while she gossiped with her friend. I felt insignificant and my head throbbed with pain from the unrelenting compression of Debbie's weight crushing my face, but I was in a real-life situation that was beyond my wildest fantasies and I was grateful even as I endured the pain. To be honest, the thought that Debbie was aware of and was actually relishing my torture made me proud!

[Aramis]

Once again, bravo! I still love Debbie! Thank you very much and I hope you continue the story!! Thanks and great job!

[Aramis]

Plese continue this story, faceseat4jeans, it's good and has much potential! Thanks for what you have written so far.

[faceseat4jeans]

I guess I had gone into some other level of consciousness because I gradually lost awareness of the crushing pain from Debbie's full weight as she balanced on her one foot that rested on my forehead. Maybe that was because she had casually worked the toes of her other foot between my lips, even as she carried on a cell-phone conversation with a friend. I had dreamed of tongue-worshipping Debbie's precious feet since I met her, imagining what they'd look and taste like while I "casually" stared at her work shoes many times in her building lobby. The reality was even better than I had dreamed!

So, despite the pain from Debbie trampling my face under her full weight, the thrill of her using my mouth and tongue as her footwipe so casually while she talked on the phone was incredibly exciting! "Yeah girl, you were right about that movie, it was good. An' I actually picked up somethin' at work that made it even more enjoyable. No I ain't tellin' you what I'm talkin' about, but I'll give you a hint: "that same "thing" is makin' this conversation more fun as well. Give up? Well, if ya wanna find out what I'm talkin' about why doncha come on over? You said you's gonna give me another lesson in how to play chess, right. Well, come on over an' you'll not only find out what I'm talkin' about, I'll let you have the "seat of honor" for the next lesson. No, no that's all I'm sayin', but I'll give you one more hint: you knows how you always talkin' about black superiority an' how the white man thinks his shit don't stink?" I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but Debbie started laughing and hung up sayin' she'd see her friend soon. As she put her cell-phone back on her belt clip and changed her position so that she was standing with both feet on my upper chest, Debbie smiled as she looked down into my eyes while I struggled to breathe under her weight. "I think you may be in a world of trouble, whitey. My friend Teresa has always had a resentment against honkeys, and her white boss at work just embarrassed her by yellin' about some stupid little thing. I think you knows better than to disobey me, an' I'm tellin' you here and now that you better give my friend Teresa the same respect, obedience, and worship that you showin' me. That is, if you ever expect to be allowed the priviledge again!

[Aramis]

Thanks for the new addition! I hope there will be more soon! Thank you for your work.

[Aramis]

Hello, faceseat4jeans,
Any chance you'll pick up this grand story line again? I hope so! Please consider it.

[faceseat4jeans]

Just wrote a nice long continuation, and when I tried to post it it disappeared!

[faceseat4jeans]

Just wrote a nice long continuation, and when I tried to post it it disappeared!:cry:

[calf]

Thanks for the author's great work! I likke the story very much!

[faceseat4jeans]

I'm not that knowledgable with computers, but from now on anything I write I will post EACH PARAGRAPH!

I was really happy with what I wrote last PM, andwhen I went to post it and it disappeared I was, and am, heartbroken:mad:

I spent most of last evening writing it! Oh well...-any advice to prevent it happening again will be appreciated.

[Aramis]

Hello friend,
First open the link to the Story page here as if you were about to write. Then minimize the link (with the "Minus" graph in the upper right hand of your image box). Then open your word processing software, start a new document, and write the next chapter as long as you plese, and then with the "edit" section of your word processing window, cut (highlight with your cursor) and paste all you wrote into the waiting gray box of Mistress Destiny! I share your anguish as I have had the same thing happen to parts of stories I have written. I hope this makes sense and helps.
Aramis

[ct1900]

Kind of a hot story, but who is this woman, Mammy from Gone With The Wind? "Whitey be yo' new name"???? Does anybody talk like this?

[Aramis]

Faceseat4jeans,
Please continue the story; I hope you can get the computer to cooperate. Don't let critics get you down. Take the best from their advice and move on to the next installment! Thanks for all your work and look forward to the next chapter.

[faceseat4jeans]

thanks to everyone for the comments regarding "The Superior Guard". Aramis, I'll try your instructions when I have some time (spent the whole evening the other night and it just disappeared!) Thanks again!

ct1900: sorry you don't feel my description is realistic; it is based on my personal experiences witnessing lower and ower-middle class blacks in my city, and how they talk. Most of what I wrote is based on actual experience. In any event, thanks for the interest.

[ct1900]

I did not mean to start a fight or anything. But I, and Ms. Mlicious, who often posts on this forum, are black. We often get quite a laugh when we hear or read white people trying to capture black speech. It always sounds like something from at least twenty years in the past. (honkey?) Anyway, the content was good.

[Aramis]

ct1900,
Thanks for your post. I appreciate your clarifier. I myself have most likely posted stories where "honkey" and "whitey," along with "whitebread" have been used as epithets from black dominant ladies to white male submissives. So it's good to hear your angle too! By the way, what might be 2005 replacements for those time-worn slanders? In other words, out of genuine curiosity, what might a black dominant female of today call her new white slave boy??

[ct1900]

They MIGHT call him "white boy", but honestly, most of the black dominant women that I know, don't even address the race thing. They are kind of above it, if you know what I mean. A pro dom will if you specifically ask for that, but lifestylers generally just don't touch on it. They mostly focus on the female over male issue. If they do bring up race, it is more along the lines of talking about the guy's desire for and need to submit to a black woman, describing the things about them that a white guy would like. I will ask Ms. Mlicious to post here. She has dealt with a few white male subs.

[ct1900]

Hey there, this is Mlicious. I read the story with interest. I agree the content was good. However, the slang seems antiquated. In my experience, race has not been an issue. And no, I dont mean in a "we're all colorblind today" approach. Rather, the dynamic becomes apparent after a while. After I got active in the bdsm community, I saw how the Black Domme/white sub dynamic was a very powerful and erotic image. Now, if a sub contacts me, I am aware that that may be a part of why he chose to contact me rather than some other Domme.

Someone asked for an updated slang list. Personally, I may refer to a white guy as a "white boy" or "white guy" but only if I know this person and the humor is understood. I may even be more disinclined to use it during a scene. But that is me.

Now, get on yo' knees, white boy, an' ax to kiss mah fabulous Black ass...

[Aramis]

Thanks to you both for your replies. It is very interesting to hear from a Black Domme regarding relating to a white sub and I appreciate it. Now, faceseat4jeans, we eagerly await your next chapter!!

[Mlicious]

Aramis, I thought of something else this morning. Check out episodes of the show 'Girlfriends.' IMO, it is more representative of the way a strong Black female expresses herself today. In addition, interracial dating gets dealt with as one of the women begins dating a white man. The show can be found on the station UPN.

[Aramis]

My most gracious thanks. I will look in the UPN and internet listings for the show. In your replies, You have been more than kind, and if I were able, I would indeed bow before You and pay homage to Your lovely feet. As it is, I am in Chicago and not able to do so in person. Thank you again, O superior lady!

[Aramis]

Hello faceseat4jeans,
Just a note to say we still hope to receive a new chapter or two in the ongoing saga of the Superior Guard! Please continue it. Thank you for your good work so far.

[faceseat4jeans]

I was incredibly turned on by what I had just experienced, being trampled and orally worshipping Debbie's fantastic feet. But now she'd invited her friend over, someone who sounded like one of those "black power" people, and I could tell from her end of the conversation that I would be used and abused! I felt kind of a trust, almost a relationship with Debbie, and though I knew she didn't see me as her equal or even probably have too much respect for me, I somehow felt safe serving her. Her friend sounded like a much more dangerous situation, but I was too aroused to back out now.

[faceseat4jeans]

Debbie didn't give me much time to consider my options anyway, and when she ordered me to follow her to the front door and opened it I just waited for her next command, determined to serve her as best as I could. "Lie down here right in front of the door, face up" Debbie ordered, and I rushed to comply with her command. "You gonna be a nice welcome mat for Teresa. Yeah, I'm sure she'll enjoy wipin' the crud from her soles onto a white man, especially after the way she was treated by that cracker boss o'hers!" An' just so she knows you're "full-service", I'll leave her a little note on your forehead.

[faceseat4jeans]

As Debbie went back into her place (I guess to write the note she mentioned) she closed the door and left me laying face-up in front of her door, just like a real doormat. I realized there was nothing stopping me from just getting up and leaving, but even as that thought crossed my mind I realized I felt completely hooked on the degrading domination I had suffered under Debbie's feet and ass. My face still hurt from her cruel treatment and my lungs quivered at the recollection of near-suffocation under Debbie's full weight. Yet I felt another sensation that overruled all my fears and misgivings: my rock-hard penis asserting it's measly full arousal in my pants!

[faceseat4jeans]

Suddenly the door opened and Debbie came over to stand next to my as I maintained my face-up position, holding a paper and some tape. "That's it whitey, you stay right there in that position. I'm gonna just add this little sign so my friend Teresa knows just how much of a shit-licker you is. Ha, you's lucky I didn't tell her what would be waitin' for her, or she probably would'a purposely stepped in some shit just to watch you gag while you licked it offa her sole. Ha, ha, ha!" And with that Debbie leaned over and taped the note to my forehead. I couldn't read it of course, but imagined it said something like "be sure to order tongue service when your done scrapin' your soles clean".

[faceseat4jeans]

I don't know how long I laid there, with the occasional breeze fluttering the paper taped to my forehead, but my arousal only intensified as I imagined a neighbor spotting me and walking over to look down at me curiously and ringing the bell. Debbie would come out and pleasantly explain to her black neighbor that I was one white man who knew and accepted his proper place in life, especially in relation to his black female superiors. Lost in my fantasies, I almost didn't hear the car pull up, and when I suddenly became aware of footsteps approaching I froze in position and held my breath in fear.

[Aramis]

Thank you for returning to the story! It is a good continuation and I hope there is still more to come!

[faceseat4jeans]

As the approaching steps reached my prone body, lying face-up in front of Debbie's door, the feet stopped next to my head and a hand reached down and removed the paper taped to my forehead. I heard a deep feminine chuckle and dared to look straight up at the person standing over me. Staring back at me was the meanest, yet most sexy black woman I'd ever seen in my life! "Heh, that Deb is finally startin' to get wit the program. 'Bout time!" she said in a rightous tone as she stepped up full-weight onto my chest.

[faceseat4jeans]

As I said, the black woman above me was beautiful, but she was built more solidly than Debbie and when she stepped up onto my chest I definitely felt the difference. Wearing a pair of well-worn motorcycle boots that her skintight faded bluejeans were tucked into, I barely had time to get used to her weight on my chest when she raised one foot and planted it heavily onto my face.

I heard the door open and Debbie's voice say "I see you like my new doormat, eh girl?". The pressure of Teresa's boot sole crushing my face intensified as I heard her respond: "you gots that right, baby. This is where whitey's face belongs. Every black woman should have one o' these-Hah!" I prayed my nose wouldn't break under the relentless pressure of Teresa's boot, and I winced as I felt her sole twist back and forth as if she was putting out a cigarette. Even as she did this they engaged in conversation, as if I was a real doormat instead of a live person whose face was being crushed beneath them!

[toejam]

great love the story :thumbsup: :thumbsup:

[faceseat4jeans]

this is crazy! I just wrote for a while, and when I went to post it it disappeared! Sorry people, this is too frustrating for me!

[Aramis]

Hello,
Please don't stop the story! Let me encourage you again to first write as much as you want in some kind of Word document. Then "minimize" the Word program to the bottom of your screen, get on line, get into this forum / storyboard, and prepare a gray box as if you're about to start writing. But instead of typing, go back to your Word program, where your story still should be. Highlight your story, go to Edit, hit Cut. Minimize the Word document. You're back in the gray box forum. Get your cursor in the gray box, and go back to Edit. Hit "paste." And voila! Your story should be copied from the Word document to the Forum story board. Then all you have to do is click on the "post" or whatever is at the bottom of this page to send it to the Board for "publishing" or posting.
Of course this all presumes you are using an IBM type PC or Microsoft software. But nonetheless there must be similar commands, and, there might be easier ways to do this which some of the other readers might know! Good luck.

[faceseat4jeans]

TESTING, TESTING, 123!

[faceseat4jeans]

What a divine combination of heaven and hell I was experiencing! I could sense Teresa's venomous hatred as she ground her boot sole heavily down onto my face, twisting her ankle back and forth. The psychological experience of truly being (literally!) under the control of an arrogant superior who really felt she was better than me, along with the actual physical reality of being crushed and trampled beneath her feet, was mind-blowing! At the same time, I felt I was reaching the end of my physical endurance and really feared physical injury. I could feel the bruises being inflicted by Teresa's merciless bootsole applied with what felt like her full weight grinding her hatred into my helpless features, and I knew my face would bear ample evidence of her cruel abuse. Yet I felt totally unable (and unwilling!) to resist.

Finally I heard Debbie encourage her friend inside, and Teresa's full weight was transferred onto my upturned face as she literally used me as her stepping-stone to enter. As I shook my head to clear it after the punishing ordeal I saw Debbie turn her head back towards me as she said "crawl inside boy, let's go". I obediently followed behind their magnificent asses on my hands and knees, and as I watched their precious rear cheeks shift and sway I knew anything I might suffer was a small price to pay for the honor of serving such perfection. Teresa's obvious anger, and clear hatred for whites in general, left me with mixed feelings. My rational mind was offended by her obvious racism, since I have always been an advocate of equal rights. Yet I could not deny that blacks
have been mistreated for so long, and even under affirmative action and in our so-called "enlightened" times there were many situations where blacks were still short-changed. I had often fantasized that, as a slave and servant, my ideal owner would be a self-confident, beautiful black woman who truly felt my place was beneath her feet, begging for the priviledge of eating her toejam! Realizing my deepest and most heartfelt dreams were actually being realized in this situation, I resolved to let go of my selfish concerns and give myself to this situation in service to Debbie and (especially!) Teresa with my very heart and soul.

[Aramis]

Looks like it worked; congrats and hope you are able to continue writing! Aramis

[faceseat4jeans]

The Superior Guard

After ordering me to wash my face and rinse out my mouth, Debbie had me lay face-up on her living room floor. Covering my body with a blanket so only my head was exposed, she looked down into my eyes with an amused expression. "Now you stay nice and still just like that, harvo, you've just become the chairs for our chess game!" and with that Debbie placed a low table over my chest that had just enough clearance for my body to lie beneath it. I moved slightly to get in a more comfortable position and Debbie frowned as she planted her sole heavily across my throat. Pressing down even harder, my air was cut off completely as Debbie stared down at me and said "I said NO movement, I promised my friend a nice seat for our chess game and your face is it!"True to her word, Debbie offered her friend Teresa what she jokingly referred to as the seat of honor at the head of the table, right on my upturned face! Overcome with arousal at this dream come true situation serving these two young black goddesses, I tried to say something to express my gratitude but was cut off by Teresa. She had been removing her boots to get more comfortable, and when she heard my stammering attempts to talk her reaction was swift.

"Quiet, white boy, when we want to hear from you we'll let you know!" Teresa exclaimed as she took her soiled and sweaty white socks she'd just removed and stuffed them into my mouth. Debbie was bringing over snacks and drinks for teresa and herself and laughed as she saw how Teresa was degrading me. "Ha, ha, yeah, you go, girl! Enjoy yourself" she commented, and Teresa replied "sure 'nuff! This white boy is gonna be addicted to my feet before this night is over. In fact, Deb, the more I check out this cracker, the more it seems to me that you may have found some real live slave property here in mister honkey." I looked up from my position lying face-up on the floor and saw Debbie's confused expression at hearing her friend's remark. "What you mean, 'real live slave property', I mean, it's cool abusin' and degradin' this sucka with you, but there ain't no real slaves anymore, you know that!" Teresa walked over to her friend and put her hand on Debbie's shoulder as she looked her straight in the eyes. "Let me tell you something, Deb. Sure, we both know that most white guys ain't fit to shine our shoes, but I've heard tell that there are some that are just naturally subservient, usually with foot and ass fetishes. An' you tell me girl, who's got better, more delicious feet and especially asses than black woman?" I saw Debbie smile as she replied "yea, you sure 'nuff right about that!"

Teresa continued in a more serious tone: "okay, now what I'm sayin' is that there are some white guys that are so serious about serving and bein' used by dominant black women, that they will actually become their slave property for real! I'm talkin' turning it all over, their assets, their free time, their paycheck, I'm talkin' full posession baby!"
I heard Debbie's questioning reply and realized they were talking as if I wasn't even in the room, with no concern or consideration for what I heard. The thought of being treated this way was incredibly exciting to me, and as I felt my member assert it's puny fully erect status in my pants I realized with a mixed feeling of fear and lust that Teresa was talking about me!

[Aramis]

Thanks for the new addition; please keep it going!!

[haxorme123]

sick story facesat, you are bringin it in a GOOD direction man, keep writing!

[Aramis]

Faceseat4jeans, PLEASE CONTINUE if you can!! Thanks for all your good work so far!

[faceseat4jeans]

I realized the old expression “be careful what you pray for, because you might get it!” was so true as I lay on the floor in Debbie's living room, with a low table positioned over my stomach and the air crushed out of me by Debbie and her friend Teresa useing me as their living seat cushion! I had always lusted after Debbie's perfect ass in her tight uniform pants, but now her full weight resting on my stomach under the heavy blanket that covered me was barely allowing me to take a breath. To make matters worse, her arrogant (and incredibly sexy!) friend Teresa had ASS-umed the seat of honor and had her legs stretched out in front of her so that her entire weight was smothering my face in her skin-tight faded bluejeans. I was so aroused I felt that I was about to come in my pants beneath Debbie's punishing pounds – if I didn't pass out first from lack of air!

I was hovering on the edge of unconsciousness when suddenly Teresa lifted her ass up off my face. I thought for a moment she must have realized that I was suffocating beneath her ass and was having mercy on me, but then Teresa's words sent new chills down my spine:
“Listen up, whitey. I gots to take a wicked shit, but we gonna finish this game first. Now I can feel some powerful gas workin' it's way through my system, an' it's gonna be your job to breathe it all in so me an' Debs don' hafta. You dig? You better dig, or me an' Deb are gonna put on our sharpest spike heels and play “puncture the honky”! An' believe me, white boy, you do NOT wanna go there!”

I shivered inside with fear and raw desire as Teresa lowered her exquisite bluejean-covered ass back onto my face so that my nose was nestled securely in her asscrack. She didn't seat herself as heavily as before, and again I had momentary thoughts that she had developed a benevolent attitude towards me. Then the moment ended as I realized the real reason why Teresa had not settlled her full weight back on my face: “Brrrraaaappp-p-pap!” She farted right in my face! With eager obedience borne of fear, I quickly began taking deep breaths to inhale the noxious fumes before they offended Debbie or Teresa. I heard the young women laughing as Teresa laid more and more farts right in my helpless face, and try as I honestly did I was overwhelmed as the aroma from Teresa's farts began to permeate the air. I felt Debbie get up and heard her say she was going to turn on the exhaust fan- and get two sets of her sharpest spike heels! Knowing they were very serious about the threatened trample and in real fear for my well-being, I was about to sit up and beg for mercy when Teresa's ass dropped back down onto my face, literally “sealing” my doom!

[Aramis]

THANKS for the new addition! It was good. Please continue my man!

[faceseat4jeans]

I knew I was in for it now, and thanks to my perverse brain I was more turned on than I ever remembered being! With Teresa's ass effectively pinning me to the floor as she used my face as her living seat-cushion, I felt her weight increase on my upturned face as she must have been raising her legs and putting on the spike heeled shoes Debbie had gotten “to punish me for allowing the smell of Teresa's farts from entering the room”. Suddenly my thoughts froze as I felt Debbie step up onto my stomach, and from the two sharp points of pain I knew she'd put on a pair of spikes herself. Although I could see nothing but the center seam of Teresa's bluejean ass pressing heavily on my face, in my mind I could picture Debbie's smiling figure standing on my helpless body under her feet, smiling because she knew the torture her thin heels were inflicting.

Then Teresa lifted her precious ass off my face and stood up. My gratitude for the ability to once again breathe freely was quickly replaced by fear and terror as Teresa raised one leg and I saw her footwear: spike-heeled boots that must have had at least six inch heels that ended in narrow metal tips! My eyes opened wide in terror and I tried to form some words to plead for mercy, and as I looked up at Teresa's face her sadistic anticipation was obvious. Before I could say anything her boot sole came down hard on my throat, strangling my feeble attempts at speech, and I felt her lethal heel tip dig into the side of my neck. “Arrgghh! Gaagh...” I struggled to make my concerns heard as I felt my consciousness start to slip away from the lack of air I was experiencing, combined with the intense pain of Debbie's standing full-weight on my stomach in her heels that felt like they were trying to pierce right through my body to the floor beneath me!

“Yo girl, that was a pretty good chess game you played, but you gotta remember that your pawns are not worthless. Sure they're the pieces with the lowest value, but they still got a purpose.” They were having a casual conversation while the stood on me as if I was an inanimate floormat!”I hear you woman, kinda like inferior white slaves, huh?” I heard Debbie say, and Teresa agreed. “Yo got that right. Now some might say the only good whitey is a dead whitey, but you see this one under us here is actually servin' a useful purpose. His inferior body is a comfortable cushion beneath our feet, and I don't know about you girl but lookin' down at this sucka's face an' see'in his pain and fear is givin' me a world of satisfaction!” I felt my cock swell to it's measley maximum size as the delicious thoughts of giving these two black goddesses pleasure and amusement thrilled me, blocking my awareness of the relentless torture beneath their weight in those punishing heels.

[Aramis]

Hello friend,
is there a new chapter coming? I hope so!

[faceseat4jeans]

Superior Guard

Then it happened. Teresa was casually talking to Debbie while standing with her boot pressed down on my neck, choking the life out of me slowly but at the same time giving me an incredible view looking up her perfect legs showcased in her skintight faded jeans, when she twisted her upper body to point out something to Debbie. As a result, her awesome ass came into view right above me, and I exploded! My spasms of ejaculatory excess flooded my crotch area, and I began involuntarily jerking my lower body around in spasms of sensual splendor (as much as I could under Debbie's trampling weight).

Debbie was the first to notice. “Eewww, check out the horny honky!” she said to Teresa as she pointed down to my crotch area. “Ha, we got the sucker now” Teresa replied, and when Debbie was confused Teresa explained that now the erotic adrenalyn rush I was getting that blocked a lot of my painful reality beneath them would be gone, and I would be left with the torture beneath them absent any “anesthetic”. Sure enough, as the thrilling throes of my ejaclatory excess slowly subsided, I became more and more in touch with the ripping reality of their hellish heels as they tore torturous tracks through my sensitive skin. I could see Teresa's sadistic pleasure as she stared down into my tearing eyes.

“Aw, looks like whitey's gonna cry!” Teresa said as she mocked my pain. “Here, let me give you something else to occupy your little mind with” she added as she raised her other foot and lowered the dirty sole onto my mouth. “Spotless” was all she said, but I lay there in terror as her full weight caused her other boot to slide down completely to the floor. Her long, sharp heel ripped a path down one side of my neck, while her sole forced down by the ball of her foot slid down the other side of my neck. As a result my throat was forced into the narrow space between her heel and sole, and while she continued talking with Debbie I felt like an insect specimen pinned to a board for display.

Much as I didn't want to disturb these two goddesses, I felt I would choke to death if I didn't as I tried to get their attention: “Gak! Awwkkk, gggaahh!” In response, Teresa didn't even interrupt their conversation as she pressed her dirty sole down on my mouth, hard! Unable to speak and unable to swallow, with only tiny gasps of air beneath Teresa's boot on my neck and Debbie's full weight on my stomach, I saw spots forming before my eyes as I sensed I was slowly losing consciousness. In my last moments of awareness I looked up at Debbie's beautiful smile and relaxed grace as she used one hand on the counter to maintain her balance standing full-weight on my stomach, and I thought again:
what a Superior Guard!

[Aramis]

Your use of the series title at this chapter's conclusion suggests you are ending the story cycle. If so, I thank you for your good work! If not, bravo! and I would look eagerly forward to your next installment!

[floorofspikehh]

extreme!i like the last chapter. please continue with more brutal chapters!thanks