faceseat4jeans
04-04-2006, 7:53 PM
As a young, attractive woman, Myron thought to himself that she shouldn't have any problems. Doesn't she realize that just about any guy would thank his lucky stars to be involved with a young beauty like her? Outwardly Myron had carefully hidden his lustful thoughts about her, and was prepared to hear her version of the great romantic or financial or family or whatever tragedy that was bothering her, and come up with his usual brilliant solution to the problem. He had trained himself to just listen to key words and still have an understanding of whatever he was listening to, allowing him to go off on fantasy excursions in his mind even while appearing to be focused on what his patients were saying. He was doing just that with Katherine, imagining her sitting on his face in the tight faded bluejeans she wore, when he was startled to realize what she was discussing.
"So you see, doc., I don't know why but I've always had this irresistable desire to sit on other people's faces! I'm so ashamed, it's not something I could ever say to anyone, I even feel so guilty saying it here to you!" Myron lost his cool for a moment, covering it up by coughing and excusing himself while he got a sit of water before he was able to compose himself and speak. "Please, Katherine, there's no need for you to feel that way. Trust me, I've heard much worse things, your desires are really not as terrible as you've magnified them to be in your mind. You see, it's natural to judge ourselves very critically and negatively, but fantasies of domination are really..." Kathy cut him off and exclaimed "no, doc., you don't understand. It's not just fantasies, I actually DO sit on other people's faces, I seem to have this kind of mesmerizing power over other people when I get close to them. They just kinda fall under my power, and I end up sitting on their faces. I've almost smothered a couple of female friends, but they keep coming back for more!"
Sitting back in his large, overstuffed chair, Myron relaxed as he realized that Katherine was clearly delusional and was confusing her fantasies with reality. "Now, now Kathy, I know it seems real to you, but in the real world what you're describing just doesn't happen. Let's go into a little of your history, and you'll see how childhood traumas that you might not even remember now have forced you to retreat into an alternate reality where you have power." Myron saw the anger in Kathy's eyes as she lost patience with him for a moment and exclaimed "NO! What I'm telling you is real, I'm not imagining things, I..." suddenly he saw her relax as she sat back with a smile. "I can prove it to you", Kathy said, as she flipped oen her cell-phone. "Marge, could you come in to the doctor's office here for a moment? Yes, it's okay." Kathy looked at me and explained "Marge came with me, she's my neighbor, now you'll see I'm not making this up."
Myron was ready to protest that it wasn't appropriate for her neighbor to come into the therapy session when the door opened and a stunning young blond woman entered hesitantly. She introduced herself to Myron and went to sit in a chair off by itself near where Kathy and Myron sat. Myron started to speak as a way to assert his control, which he felt slipping away, but Kathy cut him off: "listen, I'm doing this to show you that what I'm saying is real! Marge, come sit next to me." Myron could see Marge was hesitant but she did stand up and go sit next to Katherine. He saw a new confidence in Kathy's eyes as she softly said "go on Marge, tell the doctor a little about yourself." It seemed Marge was almost unwilling to tear her eyes from Kathy to look at me, and when she did and spoke it was in weak, halting phrases: "Well doctor, I am Kathy's next door neighbor, and I was glad to keep her company to come and see you today, I...er, ah..., uhh...,ohh!" and with that Marge fell to the floor at Kathy's feet and began pleading. "Please, oh please Kathy, please do it, oh God please!" Myron was shocked at the intensity of Marge's begging, but he noticed the smug, self-confident expression on Kathy's face as she responded: "Please what, Marge? What is it you're asking of me, in front of the doctor in his office no less!" Myron saw the shame and discomfort in Marge's expression as she answered "oh my gosh, you know Kathy, please don't toy with me, I don't care where we are, just please do it!" With a confident smirk Kathy rose her bottom from the seat cushion and spread her thighs apart, and Marge was quick to scramble over on her knees and position herself so that her head was resting on Kathy's seat cushion beneath her, face up.
Myron knew he should say something, stop what was going on, but he was too shocked (and turned on!) to do anything other than sit there with his mouth hanging open as Kathy slowly lowered her ass onto Marge's upturned face. He thought she would balance her weight on her legs and just rest lightly, but was amazed as he saw Kathy sit on her neighbor's face with her full weight. Then, incredibly, Kathy turned her attention back to Myron and resumed their discussion as if Marge wasn't even there, smothering under her ass! " So doc., what do you think now?"Kathy asked, and Myron smiled condescendingly as he replied "I think, young lady, that you have what seems to be a mutually satisfying lesbian relationship with your neighbor, and it's obvious who the top is." Kathy shook her head and tried again to get Myron to understand. "Listen doc,. this has nothin' to do with lesbian sex, Marge is as straight as an arrow, with three kids and a hunk of a husband, who, by the way, has also been under my ass. It's some kinda power I got, and combined with my craving to sit on people's faces it's makin' my life more and more unmanageable. You gotta believe me doc., this is real, and I really need help!"
Myron struggled to control his own arousal as he sneaked glances of Marge's beautiful face struggling for air beneath Kathy's tight denim-covered ass, and was able to project a professional image as he responded in a calm voice: "I'm sure this "power" does feel very real to you, Katherine, but it's nothing more than a case of counter-tranference with projected reverse grandiosity manifesting in atypical borderline personality disorder, and a treatment regimen of psychotropic drugs in high doses combined
with twice-weekly group and individual therapy is my diagnosed plan of action. Now, our time's just about up for today so let's schedule our next appointment, shall we?" Kathy got up and went to stand right next to Myron as she spoke: Why don't you believe what I'm saying? This in not just one case, this happens every time I get close to someone, male or female. You just don't want to..." All of a sudden Kathy saw how uneasy Myron was getting seated so close to where she was now standing, and she smiled as she sat on the arm of Myron's overstuffed chair. Even though the chair was large and dwarfed Myron's small frame as he sat in it, Kathy's perch on the armrest put her inches away from him. "Please, Katherine, I think it's best if you go back and sit over there, not back on your friend's face, but just over there so we can discuss..."
But Kathy saw Myron's resolve weakening as he kept sneaking glances of her form-fitting hips and rear in her faded tight jeans, and when she leaned even closer to Myron his last vestiges of resistance dissolved.
"Is that really what you what, doctor?" Kathy asked as she watched Myron's body slide down the front of his chair, until only his head was left face-up on the seat cushion.
A Harvard-educated, tenured professor, experienced psychiatrist and therapist specializing in compulsive disorders, Myron was reduced to a babbling simpleton as he tried to respond to Kathy's question: "nu..nah.., plea..pl.., sit..si..my fac..pleas..oh, ple..." Kathy decided to toy with him as revenge for his earlier patronizing treatment, as she feigned confusion as to what he was saying. "Excuse me doctor, what is it you want? You can't be asking for any personal contact with me now, can you? Why, that would be totally unprofessional, and I'm sure your medical ethics board would not think too highly of it, now would they? So what is it you're trying to say, doctor?"
A shiver ran down Myron's spine as he recognized the truth of what Kathy was saying, and how she could probably get him in serious trouble just for what had gone on already, but he felt helpless to stop the juggernaught of lust that welled up inside him, the intense craving to have her sit on his face!
After awhile Kathy took pity on Myron as he continued to sit in front of his large chair and stood over him facing his feet and looked over her shoulder down at him. Realizing this self-important doctor might get "handy" once she was seated on his face, Kathy leaned on the back of the chair to raise the front legs and had Myron place his hands palm-up under each leg of the chair. Myron felt the pain in his palms from the weight of the heavy chair as Kathy let it fall back down, and knew it would be multiplied exponentially if Kathy were to sit down, yet he still craved it more than life itself! Kathy did sit, and Myron almost didn't notice the terrible pain in his palms as his face became her seat cushion, and his mounting arousal reached a spasming climax in the crotch of his tailored pants.
"So you see, doc., I don't know why but I've always had this irresistable desire to sit on other people's faces! I'm so ashamed, it's not something I could ever say to anyone, I even feel so guilty saying it here to you!" Myron lost his cool for a moment, covering it up by coughing and excusing himself while he got a sit of water before he was able to compose himself and speak. "Please, Katherine, there's no need for you to feel that way. Trust me, I've heard much worse things, your desires are really not as terrible as you've magnified them to be in your mind. You see, it's natural to judge ourselves very critically and negatively, but fantasies of domination are really..." Kathy cut him off and exclaimed "no, doc., you don't understand. It's not just fantasies, I actually DO sit on other people's faces, I seem to have this kind of mesmerizing power over other people when I get close to them. They just kinda fall under my power, and I end up sitting on their faces. I've almost smothered a couple of female friends, but they keep coming back for more!"
Sitting back in his large, overstuffed chair, Myron relaxed as he realized that Katherine was clearly delusional and was confusing her fantasies with reality. "Now, now Kathy, I know it seems real to you, but in the real world what you're describing just doesn't happen. Let's go into a little of your history, and you'll see how childhood traumas that you might not even remember now have forced you to retreat into an alternate reality where you have power." Myron saw the anger in Kathy's eyes as she lost patience with him for a moment and exclaimed "NO! What I'm telling you is real, I'm not imagining things, I..." suddenly he saw her relax as she sat back with a smile. "I can prove it to you", Kathy said, as she flipped oen her cell-phone. "Marge, could you come in to the doctor's office here for a moment? Yes, it's okay." Kathy looked at me and explained "Marge came with me, she's my neighbor, now you'll see I'm not making this up."
Myron was ready to protest that it wasn't appropriate for her neighbor to come into the therapy session when the door opened and a stunning young blond woman entered hesitantly. She introduced herself to Myron and went to sit in a chair off by itself near where Kathy and Myron sat. Myron started to speak as a way to assert his control, which he felt slipping away, but Kathy cut him off: "listen, I'm doing this to show you that what I'm saying is real! Marge, come sit next to me." Myron could see Marge was hesitant but she did stand up and go sit next to Katherine. He saw a new confidence in Kathy's eyes as she softly said "go on Marge, tell the doctor a little about yourself." It seemed Marge was almost unwilling to tear her eyes from Kathy to look at me, and when she did and spoke it was in weak, halting phrases: "Well doctor, I am Kathy's next door neighbor, and I was glad to keep her company to come and see you today, I...er, ah..., uhh...,ohh!" and with that Marge fell to the floor at Kathy's feet and began pleading. "Please, oh please Kathy, please do it, oh God please!" Myron was shocked at the intensity of Marge's begging, but he noticed the smug, self-confident expression on Kathy's face as she responded: "Please what, Marge? What is it you're asking of me, in front of the doctor in his office no less!" Myron saw the shame and discomfort in Marge's expression as she answered "oh my gosh, you know Kathy, please don't toy with me, I don't care where we are, just please do it!" With a confident smirk Kathy rose her bottom from the seat cushion and spread her thighs apart, and Marge was quick to scramble over on her knees and position herself so that her head was resting on Kathy's seat cushion beneath her, face up.
Myron knew he should say something, stop what was going on, but he was too shocked (and turned on!) to do anything other than sit there with his mouth hanging open as Kathy slowly lowered her ass onto Marge's upturned face. He thought she would balance her weight on her legs and just rest lightly, but was amazed as he saw Kathy sit on her neighbor's face with her full weight. Then, incredibly, Kathy turned her attention back to Myron and resumed their discussion as if Marge wasn't even there, smothering under her ass! " So doc., what do you think now?"Kathy asked, and Myron smiled condescendingly as he replied "I think, young lady, that you have what seems to be a mutually satisfying lesbian relationship with your neighbor, and it's obvious who the top is." Kathy shook her head and tried again to get Myron to understand. "Listen doc,. this has nothin' to do with lesbian sex, Marge is as straight as an arrow, with three kids and a hunk of a husband, who, by the way, has also been under my ass. It's some kinda power I got, and combined with my craving to sit on people's faces it's makin' my life more and more unmanageable. You gotta believe me doc., this is real, and I really need help!"
Myron struggled to control his own arousal as he sneaked glances of Marge's beautiful face struggling for air beneath Kathy's tight denim-covered ass, and was able to project a professional image as he responded in a calm voice: "I'm sure this "power" does feel very real to you, Katherine, but it's nothing more than a case of counter-tranference with projected reverse grandiosity manifesting in atypical borderline personality disorder, and a treatment regimen of psychotropic drugs in high doses combined
with twice-weekly group and individual therapy is my diagnosed plan of action. Now, our time's just about up for today so let's schedule our next appointment, shall we?" Kathy got up and went to stand right next to Myron as she spoke: Why don't you believe what I'm saying? This in not just one case, this happens every time I get close to someone, male or female. You just don't want to..." All of a sudden Kathy saw how uneasy Myron was getting seated so close to where she was now standing, and she smiled as she sat on the arm of Myron's overstuffed chair. Even though the chair was large and dwarfed Myron's small frame as he sat in it, Kathy's perch on the armrest put her inches away from him. "Please, Katherine, I think it's best if you go back and sit over there, not back on your friend's face, but just over there so we can discuss..."
But Kathy saw Myron's resolve weakening as he kept sneaking glances of her form-fitting hips and rear in her faded tight jeans, and when she leaned even closer to Myron his last vestiges of resistance dissolved.
"Is that really what you what, doctor?" Kathy asked as she watched Myron's body slide down the front of his chair, until only his head was left face-up on the seat cushion.
A Harvard-educated, tenured professor, experienced psychiatrist and therapist specializing in compulsive disorders, Myron was reduced to a babbling simpleton as he tried to respond to Kathy's question: "nu..nah.., plea..pl.., sit..si..my fac..pleas..oh, ple..." Kathy decided to toy with him as revenge for his earlier patronizing treatment, as she feigned confusion as to what he was saying. "Excuse me doctor, what is it you want? You can't be asking for any personal contact with me now, can you? Why, that would be totally unprofessional, and I'm sure your medical ethics board would not think too highly of it, now would they? So what is it you're trying to say, doctor?"
A shiver ran down Myron's spine as he recognized the truth of what Kathy was saying, and how she could probably get him in serious trouble just for what had gone on already, but he felt helpless to stop the juggernaught of lust that welled up inside him, the intense craving to have her sit on his face!
After awhile Kathy took pity on Myron as he continued to sit in front of his large chair and stood over him facing his feet and looked over her shoulder down at him. Realizing this self-important doctor might get "handy" once she was seated on his face, Kathy leaned on the back of the chair to raise the front legs and had Myron place his hands palm-up under each leg of the chair. Myron felt the pain in his palms from the weight of the heavy chair as Kathy let it fall back down, and knew it would be multiplied exponentially if Kathy were to sit down, yet he still craved it more than life itself! Kathy did sit, and Myron almost didn't notice the terrible pain in his palms as his face became her seat cushion, and his mounting arousal reached a spasming climax in the crotch of his tailored pants.