knickered
04-09-2006, 4:12 AM
Hi all. Been away a while so though it about time I gave something to the board because ts always there for me when I need a GOOD SITTING which I am afraid is more or less evry day.
I attach my old story, slightly extended now and with the name of the sitting Mistress changed. Don't ask me why - I have no idea!
My best wishes to all....ENJOY!!
Knickered
Sitting on David
Part 1
“Hello” Trisha stated in the short sharp voice that David had come to revere so much over the past few years. “Come in then, or are you going to chicken out at the last minute?” Trisha demanded, still a sharpness in her voice. For David, time was standing still. As he lowered his still fisted hand from head height, having knocked three times as requested on her door, his mind raced, pictures of the last encounter with Trisha, his sister in law, vividly recalled uncontrollably as he placed one foot in front of the other and followed her in to the small hallway, gently closing the door behind him. “LOCK IT!” came the immediate retort, Trisha’s eyes showing equal venom as she stopped in front of him, turning her head to but still with her back to him. David did so, fumbling at the key. “Right, in here” Trisha said, pointing to her right as she entered the lounge, “get undressed and assume the position”. “The position” had been discussed with other things a week earlier when David had agreed to and signed some written terms of servitude, particular servitude in fact and so it was not a surprise request to David.
As Trisha closed the inner hall doorway into the lounge behind them both, David quickly began to undress, starting with his upper body clothes and then working down until, eventually, he stood naked, his clothes in a pile nearby, as previously instructed. For Trisha, this was the first time she had seen David naked. Not a pretty sight she thought to herself. His penis was attempting to erect itself, presumably at the thought of what was now to happen to him. “PATHETIC” she boomed, hands on her denimed hips. Soon, David had knelt down with his back to the nearby couch, facing the TV. As he recalled he must do, he lowered his head back onto the seat of the couch and placed both arms behind him. This had the effect of ensuring that he did not play with his penis but that, at the same time, it stood slightly proud of his bent back form, in salute to the nearby superior form. David could not help notice the TV remote lying to the right of his prone head. He began to sweat, whether through anticipation or nerves, he did not know. It was probably both.
Trisha muttered something akin to an approval and went to close the curtains hanging at the window behind the couch. She did not want passers by or callers to intrude on what was to her the pinnacle of her recent aims. She looked down at David’s face as she hovered over the couch. David caught sight of her protruding bottom as it flashed by his face. It seemed much bigger now than it ever had done. Trisha allowed a brief, knowing smile to flicker across her face. A light suddenly shed brilliance into the room as Trisha threw the nearby switch to the small table lamp standing on a low table to the left of the couch. The shadow of David’s nose was presented against the far left arm of the couch. It seemed quite big. “Good”, thought Trisha as she made her way up the open staircase to change. “Keep STILL while I am away from you and do not touch your cock, you hear?!” “Yes” David uttered out of sheer shock and awe, even yet though he had to appreciate the full impressiveness, stature and yes, weight of his new found Mistress.
Trisha entered her bedroom, unbuttoning her denims as she did so. She was eager to begin the punishment and training of her brother in law quickly. She knew how important it was to ensure that the first sitting was carried out with total dominance and without mercy given to the poor unfortunate slave, who had so readily surrendered himself to her in anticipation last week. She recalled what had happened as she peeled the tight denim over her well knickered and well formed hindquarters. David had called on her, running an errand for his wife. As was usual, Trisha had offered David a coffee and they began to chat, about nothing in particular. When David had finished the drink, he had handed the almost empty mug back to Trisha. She had been annoyed that he had left some in the bottom, so annoyed in fact that she let the mug slip in her hand and tilt over, spilling its contents onto the cream carpet. “SHIT!” she had screeched, rushing to the nearby kitchen to fetch a damp cloth. When she had returned to the spill, she found David still sat there, somewhat in shock and obviously apologetic. “Let me……..” he began but was stopped in his tracks. “Oh, shut up you pillock. Look at my beautiful carpet now. It’s ruined” Trisha had replied, turning her back to David as she bent over, not knowing why but not caring. Trisha had not bent her knees too much but had simply bent over to undertake the clean up, perhaps so as to get an idea of the spread of the stain but at the same time, presenting her full and majestic bottom to David’s gaze.
Trisha had obviously been annoyed and David had fully realised this. Soon though, the sight of what was then before him had overcame all regret and shame. He had been transfixed by the vision, the vision of two perfect buttocks encased in faded blue denim, seemingly trying to break out of their confines as their owner gyrated and stretched and wriggled in tandem with the rapid movements of her right arm as she had scrubbed the carpet in front of her. He couldn’t help it – he had had to press his lips to that bottom. He had had to push his nose into the tightly stretched double stitched crevice. He had had to do it….had to…………
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Trisha had then jumped up and turned, the coffee stained cloth falling from her hand onto a different part of the carpet. Both had looked down. “Shit” David had thought “another stain and….what have I just done…..?”
“WELL? I’M WAITING!” as she had folded her arms, her crotch then at his eye level.
“Trisha….I…..I….I’m sorry…..I cannot explain……I………” “SHUT IT BASTARD before I do something I might regret” she had cut him short. “Well well well, we like bums do we uhm? Do we? Come on, you can tell me!” David had bowed his head in shame. Her eyes had penetrated the top of his slightly balding head. He had felt the fingers of Trisha’s hand push up his chin until their eyes had met. Her eyes, shadowed in grey make up, had looked stunning, blue as they were against her strawberry blond shoulder length hair. A wicked smile had crossed her red lips, revealing snow-white teeth. “I…..I…….”
“Oh shut up you pathetic idiot. The proof is there isn’t it? In fact, I’ve noticed you looking at my arse many times before and I’ve always wondered whether it was just a coincidence or whether you did want to get to know it better. You have now removed the doubt. Come here.”
Trisha had then beckoned David over to her PC, which was on. She had sat down on the padded seat, leaving David to peer over her shoulder. Soon, Trisha had entered a FemDom website upon which people could advertise for contact with each other. Her password entered, she had soon displayed an advertisement. “Read this” she had said. David had squinted to bring the words into focus. They read : -
“Attractive and assertive Mistress wishes to spend her spare time sitting on the face of an appropriately submissive male creature. Age and looks unimportant. An ability to remain still for long periods of time whilst suffocating slowly will be an asset. Answer at your own risk.”
Beside the ad was a photo of what David could only describe as a pair of perfect buttocks, encased in dark blue knickers. “Recognise those?” Trisha had asked, looking back over her shoulder. “Y…..Y….You?” “Of course. You will see that I have had 56 replies, but I have not answered any. I like to keep my potential slaves waiting for indescribable periods of time, especially when the successful one is then waiting to breathe under my arse! I needn’t answer these replies now need I?” Trisha had enquired, looking into David’s eyes and raising her left eyebrow.
David had not known what to say. He had appeared stunned. Trisha had then stood up. She had then pushed David away from the back of the seat. “Stand there while I punch up the contract” “Contract?” David had enquired. “Yes. The face sitting contract which I have drafted and saved on my PC for the appropriately successful slave to sign” and with that she had then sat down on the seat again, clicking her mouse several times to show the two paged contract she spoke of and then, after inserting David’s name, printed it off. “We have to have something to hold you by in case you have second thoughts about being my seat when I demand. It is only for my protection. If you want to smell and lick my bottom, sniff my knickers, insert your nose into and suck my pussy and…yes….. be my toilet, you have to sign this to say that you will do it upon demand and that you will do it to the best of your ability. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” she had retorted, waving the double sheeted document in front of David’s quivering and reddening and now rapidly becoming tearful face.
David had not known what to say. He had been what he would soon become when his face was sat on – i.e. unable to speak.
“SIGN HERE!” Trisha had shouted as she had pushed the document under his nose and had pushed a pen into his hand. He had done so, his mind in a whirl. Understanding and yet not understanding. Submitting and yet finding it hard to do so.
“Good. Now read this copy. I will lock the original away while you absorb the content. You have 1 minute,” Trisha had stated sharply as she had swiftly turned on her heel and had then left the room, slamming the door behind her.
David had then read the document, but only after having to wrench his own head downwards from the mind imprinted vision of Trisha that had just been left with him, to view it. It read: -
“Contract of FaceSitting Servitude
By this Contract I David Johnson [insert name of slave seat] do solemnly and sincerely declare and agree to the following terms, absolutely and without argument or dispute.
I agree to unconditionally allow Mistress Trisha (herein called “Mistress”) to sit on my face as and when and for how long she shall so wish, naked or clothed and in whatever position or aspect Mistress shall desire, with me restrained or otherwise, so that Mistress can demand that I: -
I) Smell her bottom, either through her skirt, denims, knickers or when she is naked;
II) Lick her bottom, especially when naked, with tongue penetration into the anus of Mistress as deep as she shall demand
III) Sniff her clean or well soiled knickers
IV) Lick, suck, nose or tongue the pussy of Mistress
V) Be the receptacle of any liquid waste that Mistress chooses to pour down my throat
VI) Be the seat or saddle of Mistress
VII) Be smothered
VIII) Conduct a combination of all of the above
IX) Appreciate the smell, feel, weight and sheer dominance of Mistress.
During each sitting, I confirm that I will be totally servile and compliant and will not move unless Mistress demands it. When my presence is summoned by text, I will attend Mistress’s home without delay and be clean. Upon arrival, I will immediately undress and place my clothing in a neat pile in an unobtrusive part of the place where I will be face sat. The choice of the place of each individual face sitting will be with Mistress who shall direct me to this upon arrival. Thereafter, I will assume a position, which shall (unless Mistress otherwise directs) be with me kneeling on the ground before the sitting platform (of whatever nature that shall be – described later in this document) and with my back to it. I will then place the back of my head back on the sitting platform and put my arms behind my back. If Mistress wishes to restrain me then I will cooperate fully with whatever restraints Mistress wishes to use and will allow myself to be attached to whatever sitting platform Mistress shall choose for the particular face sit. This is to be known as “The Position”. When Mistress sits on my face, I will accept her weight without a sound and will follow all commands that Mistress shall issue, without hesitation or objection and with immediate effect.
“Sitting Platforms” will include: -
a) Couch or easy chair
b) Bed
c) Table
d) Step Ladder
e) Stool
f) Pouffe
g) Floor
h) BeanBag
i) Cushion
j) Mattress
k) Stairs
l) Saddle
m) Bench
n) Chair
o) Toilet
p) Bidet
q) Bath
r) Any other item of preference for Mistress
Or any part or parts of such.
The purpose of each face sit is for me to learn, over time, the superiority of the female race. I confirm that I will never learn true subservience because no male creature can and so I acknowledge that this Contract and the face sitting will endure for the term of my life. I also acknowledge that to be face sat by Mistress is something which I am honoured and privileged to undergo and as such I will strive with every sinew of my body, especially of my face and tongue, to give total satisfaction to Mistress during each face sit.
After each face sit, I will record the time of duration. I am expected to undergo 10 hours of face sitting for every week of the first 6 months of the contract with 1 extra hour in addition consecutively for each successive period of 6 months up to a maximum of 21 hours per week.
I enter into this contract of my own free will and with sound mind.
…………………………………..
Signed dated”
Trisha had then returned, being pleased to see a sweating David, somewhat shaking, head bowed down, transfixed with the words he had just read.
“Now PISS OFF!” Trisha had bellowed. He had done so, falling over his feet on his way to the door, his mind in a total blur.
Sitting on David
Part 2
With these thoughts and recent memories swimming lazily through Trisha’s pretty head, she changed. She had by now removed her denims, letting them fall to the floor down her well-formed and silky thighs. She then removed her sweat top, revealing a bra, which matched her clean on panties that morning – peach in colour. Removing her bra first, she sauntered over to the linen basket and lifted the lid, her full breasts holding their own shape and level as her erect nipples pointed her way. Yes, they were still there. She had finished wearing them only yesterday – her dark blue knickers from the photo she had shown David a week ago. Trisha took hold of them and raised them to her nose. Her head was filled with a mixture of scents – she had after all worn them for three days previously, as they were her favourite pair. “Why sit on his face in clean knickers when I can wear these?” she wondered to herself, smiling evilly as she did so. She quickly unpeeled her peach knickers, the narrow gusset being the last part of them to spring from her imposing derriere, seemingly wanting to keep hold of the material as it was pulled away from it and quickly donned the “new” pair which naturally formed to represent the beautiful shape of her behind as she pulled them up her legs and over her man-gripping thighs.
Trisha then put on her matching bra from the same linen basket. Should she wear a blouse? Yes, she should – after all, David was a new seat and he should not feast his eyes on too much of her at this stage, despite the nature of his position. She therefore slipped on her silky white blouse, followed by a dark blue velvet choker around her neck. Next came her stockings. She was of the view that to sit on a man’s face wearing stockings, whilst she knew that the desire of most men she had known was for her to be dressed in stockings during normal sex – “PERVERTS!” – was a sign of not descending into nakedness for the sake of it and thus was confirmation that she could take and sit on a slave in her finery. Anyway, the coal black, seamed stockings that she always wore contrasted wonderfully with her milky white thighs and buttocks, and, she felt, her trimmed pussy hair, pink gash and caramel coloured anus. The look was finished with the attachment of a dark blue suspender belt and thick black, frilly suspenders that accentuated the width and shape of her thighs. Finally, she donned her shiny black 6” high heels and took a long glance in the floor length mirror she now stood before. “You’ll do!” she said to herself. With that she left her room and, with deliberation, slowly descended the stairs, collecting a shiny black riding crop as she did so from behind her bedside table.
David had managed to stay relatively still, even though he was now beginning to ache a little. The carpet, which he had “so foolishly stained”, had no underlay and rested on bare concrete. His legs were beginning to seize slightly, but that was only the beginning. His neck also ached slightly as the couch was well cushioned and he had tried to push it back down flat because he knew that Mistress wanted it this way. As it was, he constantly had to force his head backwards and down, against the springiness of the seat. His head turned towards Trisha as she approached him, automatically and uncontrollably. “DID I TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD MOVE SHITFACE?” she snarled. “S…Sorry Mistress” David replied as he turned his face vertical again. “You seem to be having difficulty adopting and remaining in the correct position as instructed. Well, don’t worry about that. I am here to help you, don’t you realise that?” she sniggered sarcastically. “When I sit on your face shortly, my weight will force your head back down onto the couch and so that little problem won’t be a problem any longer, will it? You will have assumed “the Position!””
David agreed with a small nod of his head. His mouth was dry. He couldn’t speak. His face was about to be sat on by this beautiful creature, dressed stunningly and to kill. It had been something he had read about – fantasised about, but of which he had not had any experience or knowledge. “Do I have to restrain you David or are you going to cooperate with me fully – remember the Contract!!?” “I won’t move Mistress, I promise”. He managed to produce his voice and the correct words. Trisha smiled. “Good” she said, as she now stood near David’s head, her stockinged thighs now so close to his face. She was still holding the riding crop, but against her left hip.
“Before we start, you need to appreciate what I will expect of you during the sitting and what it is like for you to be face sat. I will shortly straddle your head and face your legs – KEEP THEM STILL -; I will then lower my knickered bottom onto your face. I expect your nose to be pressed against my arsehole so that you can smell it and your mouth to be sealed by my gusseted pussy. As I have told you, you will not move during this mounting process. It is important for me as your Mistress to be seated correctly on your face and I may have to move and perhaps grind about on you a little to get your face exactly where I want it. You must cooperate fully in this exercise. You must not resist or attempt to move your head sideways, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” David’s throat was again, not surprisingly, very dry, unlike his forehead which was beginning to sweat profusely. “WELL SPEAK UP OR DO I HAVE TO TAKE MY CROP TO YOUR BALLS?” Trisha shouted, bending low over David to leer at his upturned face. “Y…Yes, Mistress, I do understand” came the forced words from the prone David. Trisha stood back up – she seemed massive to David’s vision. Her bottom projected outwards. “Good. Now, you will feel suffocated of course but it will be suffocation with a difference. You will have my scent in your nose and I expect an immediate erection in salute to that and in salute to my crushing bottom. Looking at your flaccid cock now does not inspire any confidence in me in that request”. Trisha let her crop trace the short length of David’s, by now beginning to stir, cock. “OOOOOOOOOWWWW!” David screeched as Trisha walloped his scrotum, parting his balls with the force of her swipe and immediately placing her right foot on his chest to prevent David moving unduly. “You will learn to respect me swine or else you will suffer, far more than this”. David whimpered. His balls felt as though they were on fire and he was now feeling nauseous. “Oh SHUT IT you pathetic little worm!” Trisha boomed, still holding him down with her foot, giving David a worm’s eye view of her dark blue knickers, disappearing into the crevice of her massive buttocks.
David managed to remain still and attempted to ignore the pain. “I think it is now time for me to sit on your face. Remember what I have said to you and what you have signed at ALL times.” With one last tap of his cock with her crop, Trisha placed her right leg over David’s upper body. She was now standing above him facing his legs as she said she would. David’s vision was filled with the sheer stockings, the seams running for what seemed yards up the back to where the thick suspenders were retaining the stockings and then with the thick but feminine thighs and, finally, the shapely overpowering bottom and pouting crotch of his Mistress. Trisha moved her lower body back, at the same time, bending forward a little. She looked down at David’s face between her straddled thighs. “You ready?” David nodded: words failed him.
The sheer beauty……the sheer eroticism……the shee………”UUUUUUMPHHHHHHHH UUUUUUUMPHHHHHH!” came from beneath Trisha as she sat. Her aim was perfect. David’s nose, now immediately squashed, was pushed forcibly between her cheeks against the blue material and then finally, against her anus. His chin was trapped under her crotch, mouth unable to open or close – being half open at the time of the descent and remaining so. The scent that assailed David’s nostrils was totally overpowering. It was a mixture of sweet and sour; of stale urine and female excitement; acrid and rancid, lovely and fragrant, warm and overpowering – it was heaven!
The wooden framework of the couch creaked under its cushioning as Trisha settled herself now more heavily on David’s face now that she was in the correct place. David grunted but managed to keep his features vertical at first. 30 seconds passed. Trisha did not move. She was getting HEAVY – he COULD NOT BREATHE – his jaw, nose and eyes sockets ached. Her scent was stronger now. Of course he was in total darkness as his eyes were tight shut. His hearing seemed impaired. It was his nose that was now on overload, just as Trisha had planned. “SMELL ME WORM!” she snarled. She was somewhat pleased to see something of an erection from David’s tool; despite the battering she had given his balls. She knew that it was the scent of her dirty knickers that caused this, as well as the fact of sitting. She smiled and lifted off his face for 3 seconds, thereafter resuming her place, wriggling slightly as she sat again. In the short break, David managed to keep quiet and gulped in the much-needed air. However, he then began to fidget. Trisha was expecting this from her face-sit virgin. She was ready.
Sitting on David
Part 3
“You disappoint me David”, she uttered savagely, her hands resting on her splayed hips, looking down at David’s now sweating face over her left shoulder. “You have not learned a thing really have you? You say that you like bums but when mine is on you, you struggle. Why is this David?”
David felt uneasy. There was great menace in her voice. He knew now that he was having second thoughts about what he had done and agreed, especially now that he had experienced the pain and stress of being facesat, albeit briefly, as well as the great pleasure. He knew he had no stamina. He was about to begin resistance when – WHAM; Trisha sat down with great force. Her heavy buttocks slapped his face hard and quivered as they did so. David’s nose sank partially into them. David’s face was not quite properly aligned vertically but Trisha wriggled appropriately pulling under his chin with both hands as she ground backwards and forwards and writhed side to side, almost in a rotating motion so as to get David’s nose and mouth into the most opportune and subservient position. She soon managed this and sank down heavier onto his features when she felt his nose sink home, albeit still restrained from proper contact with her bum hole by her knickers. “You have to learn David that to be face sat is not about your pleasure or comfort but about MINE” She pronounced “MINE” very slowly and with deliberation so that the word had the opportunity to sink into his squashed skull. “I don’t care whether you can breathe or not. It’s just a simple fact that your oxygen channels are in the wrong place. That should not fetter me in what I wish to do to you. However, because I don’t really want you to expire, I will allow you to breathe, BUT WHEN I SAY!” A grunt came from beneath her. “Now, are you ready for the next experience?” This time a moan emanated from below. “Good, then we shall begin”. With that, Trisha began to thrust backwards first and then forwards on his tortured face but at all times maintaining the pressure on David’s face. “Nose working” was what she called this. It was designed to allow the seat a slight chance to breathe but at the same time to work the nose further against the anus, thus giving thrills of pleasure to the sitter as her G spot there was so worshipped. It meant that the sitter could also safely stay in position whilst still bearing down on the face – true dominance. A regular squeaking rhythm came from beneath them both as the couch soaked up the movements. David was by now groaning loudly. He could just breathe but the movement and pressure of Trisha’s knickered arse, and the resulting chaffing of his face was causing him great discomfort. David’s head began to swim but his breathing, whilst laboured was still possible, the inhalation of the thousand scents together with the somewhat overpowering scent of her anus still maintaining his erection which Trisha noticed. He could not now move from this position, even if he wanted to. His knees had locked and his legs had cramped painfully. His neck was aching, despite the cushioned support of the couch edge. His arms were dead, him not daring to move them from the position still behind him.
Trisha was rapidly reaching her climax and began to move faster and faster, her head now tilted back, eyes closed, her hands still hanging onto David’s poor chin, forcing his mouth up into her covered but very damp pussy, crushing and bruising his lips. With the forward movement of her behind, David was temporarily presented with the astonishing view of two mountainous buttocks either side of his face with his Mistress’s head flung back above, as his eyes became visible from under her, soon however to be covered over again as she rhythmically moved back on his face, grinding down on that face beneath her, hard. “This is called ‘Queening’ David” she stammered. “It is where there is total but forced surrender by the seat to his Mistress and where the bodily scents and juices of the Mistress are being fully and forcefully appreciated by the seat. Do you like it?” It was a question to which she did not expect an answer! She did get another grunt, this time a little lower in volume. “Good” she thought, “he is weakening and I am coming”. Her body shook in a violent spasm, lasting some fair while as David desperately fought for breath and relief from his pained entrapment. Trisha’s knickers were now soaked and that was adding to the chaffing pains he was undergoing yet there was still no cessation of movement from above. He could not understand why she had become so heavy on his face. Her bottom had seemed to enlarge itself when he was able to catch a glimpse of its well formed shape. He did not know it but he was now being deprived of essential air that his body desperately needed and was perhaps beginning hallucination. One fact was clear though to Trisha, his nose was now as deep in her buttocks as it would go and he could not breath through his mouth – she held it so tightly against her crotch. This is where she wanted him! This was what face sitting was all about. To be in control, to be sat on a male, to be using him to orgasm in her time and by her will.
Her orgasm now finished and with the last of the shudders passing through her loins, Trisha stopped her motion, resting completely still, panting on David’s face. She released her hands from his throat. David suddenly found a surge of energy, perhaps out of sheer desperation and began to move his face sideways at first. “LIE STILL” Trisha gasped, picking up her crop and sending three consecutive and well-aimed blows to his genitals, at the same time sinking her buttocks even further down onto David’s nose, pressing the back of his head further into the soft couch. “WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT MOVING?”
David did not know what to do. He was now suffocating totally and felt that he had only seconds left to live. His lower region was aflame but his penis still erect. “At least that’s one good thing”, he thought as he drifted into unconsciousness.
Trisha noticed the signs and the relaxing of all features under her and smiled again. “Time to dismount” she told herself. She arose from David’s reddened and soaked face. She was not sure whether it was the springs in the couch, its wooden frame or her own seat, which gave an audible sound of relief. Ignoring David, she stepped over the still scene and peeled down her wet through knickers. It was not long before David came to with a gasp. “Don’t worry David, I am no longer astride you as you can see. However, I do need a piss. Get up now and escort me upstairs NOW!”
Sitting on David
Part 4
David found it difficult to make his brain make the necessary and normally involuntary commands to move his arms and legs. All he wanted to do was to lie there, but to stretch his legs out, yes. His mind raced. Trisha was staring down at him, feet about a yard apart, hands on hips, nostrils flaring. Her neatly trimmed pussy, which David now feasted his eyes on for the very first time seemed to fill his vision as Trisha seemed to present it more appropriately to his gaze. “You like?” she quizzed, raising an eyebrow. “I can’t move” was all David could respond. Trisha felt insulted “GET UP” she squealed as she aimed a well directed kick under his prone body at his left kidney with the top of her shiny black patented, right foot. “OOOOOWWWW!” David screeched. It was a nasty blow, full of effort and venom. It did nevertheless have the effect of making David role over to his right as his right arm slipped from behind him onto the hard floor. His legs were now able to move, albeit somewhat lazily. “UP YOU SWINE…” Trisha continued, “…How DARE you not appreciate my form, ESPECIALLY when I present it to you uncovered! Why is this please?” David felt as though the floor was swallowing him up. If this was not actually happening, he wished that it would. “I do, I……do……Mist….”. He was cut short. “You have a lot to learn pig” Trisha seethed. “Does the couch complain, sigh or object when I sit my beautiful bottom down on it, or the chair over there, or the pouffe, or the toilet…ah, yes, the TOILET…we’ll sort that shortly….well, do they?” David remained silent, not knowing what to say, or do. “You have an advantage over such items, YOU can move and YOU can speak. YOU have feelings that YOU can show others. So, show ME. Whilst I expect you to remain still when I sit on your face and Queen you, I also expect a response to my quite reasonable questions. So, why can’t you appreciate my form audibly and readily?”
“I’m sorry Mistress. I just ache that’s all, I…….” “KEEP IT FOR YOUR GRANNY – I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR IT NOW – YOU BORE ME. Now, get your arse upstairs to the bathroom – you know where it is, AND ASSUME THE POSITION against the A P P R O P R I A T E article there…….MOVE!!!” Trisha uttered the word “appropriate” with complete emphasis and deliberation, smiling slightly as she did so – this was going to be INTERESTING!
More quickly than she expected, David got to his feet, after some effort and hobbled past her, wincing as he did so, head bowed and towards the stairs. Trisha quickly followed. David could feel her presence behind him as she followed closely, tapping her crop against her full thigh. As he approached the bathroom, David felt an onset of panic. He had read about what was surely going to happen to him; he had signed the Contract consenting to it but now he had to open his throat for the offering, it was rapidly becoming a different matter. Trisha was wise to this – that’s why she chose to remain behind him. By now they were both in the cream suited bathroom. Trisha pushed the door closed with her pouting bottom, giving the door a final push as the catch took with a sharp “click”, looking into David’s eyes and smiling as she did. “THE POSITION” she shouted, pointing at the floor in front of the toilet. David, resigned to his fate, obliged, adopting the same prone position as he had downstairs and feeling its sensitivity as his joints recognised the familiar but painful angles. His head was soon on the toilet seat, which was slightly cushioned, again in cream. Trisha now faced him, having straddled his midriff. She pushed the tip of her crop under David’s chin. “Now, you know what I am going to do to you now don’t you?” it was a rhetorical question and she continued…”…of COURSE you do I am going to sit on your face again and yes, pee into your mouth. You will not spill a drop of my pee or else you will be punished very severely – do you understand?” Again, a rhetorical question but one which brought a panicked nod of the head from him. “Now, OPEN UP WIDE” she demanded as she threw her crop to the cold tiled floor which David had of course felt to his disappointment as he had lowered himself down.
David opened his mouth as wide as it would go. He was reminded of the dentists, but this was not going to be any routine filling – by far. Trisha moved up slowly to straddle his face. Her gaping pussy and blooming buttocks now filled his vision as much as the scent from her closeness now filled his twitching nostrils.
Trisha lowered herself firmly upon David’s open mouth, her pubic hair resting immediately under his nose, her thighs gripping either side of his head. She wriggled slightly so that she could line up her pee hole, with grunts coming from beneath her as her weight settled firmly and deliberately. “BE QUIET” she spat, looking down into his worried eyes, both wide open in doomed expectation. David tasted the familiar taste of pussy. He felt the folds of her sex with his tongue. He felt the dampness. He inhaled the heady scents he was now forced to inhale. Without warning, a powerful gush of urine hit the back of his throat. His immediate reaction was to throw Trisha off. She felt the need for him to do this and gripped harder with her stockinged thighs, crushing his head hard. “NO” she growled under her breath. After the initial shock, and realisation that he could do nothing about it, and knowing that he soon had to do something very quickly about his position, David began to do what was expected of him and to swallow, rather rapidly, the salty warm liquid. It was alien to him but strangely fitting. Trisha had not averted her gaze from his eyes as it gave her so much satisfaction to see the reaction she was getting from her toilet as his face moved slightly rhythmically under her in tandem with the swallowing process. Her forceful emission continued unabated and lasted for a full 35 seconds, she ensuring that towards the end of the discharge, she deposited as much as she could by using the muscles in her abdomen which had the resulting effect of forcing her nether regions down harder on his face. He almost made the end dribbles but began to choke as a few drops went into his lungs. Trisha found this disgusting – “How DARE he exude his own bodily fluids when I am exuding mine into him” she thought evilly to herself. “KEEP STILL AND STOP IT” Trisha blurted as she rose from her human toilet and quickly sat forward so that David’s nose was now pushed into her wet, urine scented pussy and her naked anus hovered over his mouth, but not before David had received that much needed breath of air.
“Now David, it’s my bum’s turn…….”
Sitting on David
Part 5
David’s vision was filled with Trisha’s sexy mound curling out above the bridge of his nose, her taught abdomen above and then her pouting and full breasts at what seemed like a huge distance above his lowly facial features. Trisha was looking down into David’s exhausted eyes, smiling in the way that only she could, evilly yet thoughtfully. “We must be clean” she retorted. With that, she leant forward, only increasing the pressure on David’s face, and flushed the toilet beneath David’s crushed head. “There…” she said, “…I know that its only symbolic but my piss is well and truly down the drain now, YOU!!” and with that she began to laugh uncontrollably, her lower body and buttocks vibrating with that laughter, beginning to bounce rhythmically on David’s face.
As suddenly as it started, Trisha’s laughter stopped. “NOW PIG, GET YOUR TONGUE UP MY BOTTOM!” she shouted, at the same time parting her buttock cheeks with her hands and pushing her anus down onto David’s crushed lips. David pushed his tongue out of his mouth. It met her anus head on, but it was difficult for David to push his tongue into where Trisha wanted. Whilst he could push a little way, he could not seem to get his tongue into the anal passage itself. Trisha was expecting this. She had had the same problem with her other previous chair slaves. She knew that it was because the male tongue can be shaped in such a way to be too wide for entrance and deep penetration. There were two ready solutions. The first was to smother David’s tongue in vaseline, the second was to use her dominating presence to shock and then train him for entry and then deep penetration. To do this, she needed David to make his tongue into a tubular shape. She gave her command – “You must imagine that you are trying to make your tongue the same shape as one of my turds David and not keep attempting to push it in my bum as if you were a kitten licking up a saucer of milk! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! GET YOUR TONGUE IN MY ARSE NOW, NOW!!” she yelled, forcing her heavy buttocks down on poor David’s upturned and now very rapidly reddening face.
David did as she asked and after a little re-adjustment of his tongue, pushed and began to feel it slide past the puckered flesh of Trisha’s back passage and then into her shit channel. David found it hard to keep the pressure up but the fear of failure now instilled in him, forced him to carry on. Trisha’s weight on his face helped as well – there was nowhere else for his tongue to go but upwards. David’s saliva was running off his tongue and back down over his lower face. He felt uncomfortable especially now that he could not move his head at all and now also that he could taste the inside of Trisha’s behind. It tasted very metallic yet also slightly rotten. Trisha smiled to herself as she realised that he had overcome the entry barrier and now that he was “appreciating” the taste of her ass. “Good” she thought. She looked at her watch. “One hour David – for one hour you will tongue my bum and worship it – CONSTANTLY!” David grunted but kept his tongue in place, working it from side to side, stretching it further up Trisha’s passage and bending the tip slightly which sent small electric shocks through Trisha’s body, forcing her to expel air quickly and to become very damp around David’s drowning nose. His eyes looked desperate. His face was now becoming purple. Trisha did not care. She was in one of her favourite positions and knew from experience that David was in a very uncomfortable one, which only turned her on more. She pushed down harder on David’s face. Again, a grunt came from beneath her. If it were possible, David’s tongue was pushed even further into Trisha’s waste pipe, his lips now totally flattened against her massive buttocks and his jaw aching murderously.
The minute hand on Trisha’s watch ticked by slowly but eventually, the hour was up. David’s face was soaked with orgasmic juices. Trisha felt as though she had orgasmed for the whole hour. She looked down at David’s tortured visage. “Well David, shall I get off you now?” she uttered, raising her eyebrows enquiringly……..
David withdrew his tongue to speak. Immediately, he knew that had been the wrong thing to do. The expression on the face of his Mistress was evidence of this. The slight lifting of her posterior and then the sudden crashing weight of it again on his bruised face was clear evidence of this. “I did NOT tell you to withdraw your tongue slave. GET IT BACK UP NOW!” Trisha’s grinding action emphasised the need for David, once again, to enter her bottom in the way she required. The sitter ignored the tears in David’s eyes. She continued – “You clearly do not know the difference between an actual question demanding a response and a rhetorical one do you seat?” she enquired, like an old-fashioned school maam, embarrassing an ignorant child before his class, as she adjusted her hips sideways a tad, to match the penetrating movements of David’s now sore and aching tongue, a muscle now so tired that it needed help, both verbal and actual, in his directing it to its destination.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Trisha grunted as she felt the subservient tongue penetrate her once again, this time, funnily enough, slightly deeper than before. “You’re clearly getting used to this seat – aren’t you?” – she lazily enquired, her concentration being directed down to her buttocks and the murderous assault that there rhythmic bouncing and grinding were now having on the face beneath her. “Now that IS better. Go on, get it further UP. It’s got an automatic passport to my stomach, if you can reach!”
David was in pain. He had never encountered, nor had ever expected to encounter, anything quite like this in his life. The realisation of his position hit home more when, suddenly, the tip of his tongue met something slightly hard. Withdrawal was automatic and the taste of Trisha’s insides on his tongue matched the expression on his face…
“YOU BASTARD” screeched his Mistress. She had been on the point of another delicious orgasm. She leapt to her feet, but still straddled his features. “I am VERY disappointed in you David. Most men would give there bollocks to have my arse on their face and look at you – whimpering like a little baby. May I remind you that you signed a contract. That is legally binding on you. Not only is it legally binding, you also now have a moral obligation to continue as my seat. How can we not do so? You should have thought long and hard about your position BEFORE signing up to your slavery. Well, things are going to change.”
With that, Trisha looked at her watch. “It’s time you were leaving for today. I remain extremely disappointed in and disgusted with you. I expected better. How dare you smell my panties and not do me justice? How dare you look up at my beautiful buttocks and not want to enter them with your whole face and body, not just your pathetic little worm of a tongue? How dare you even be in my presence? You pathetic, wanking shit!”
With that, Trisha slapped the defeated male across his face twice, forehand on one cheek, backhand on the other, reddening them even further. “Get dressed and piss off. I will contact you again when I need to sit on you and please rest assured that with each sitting, your tasks and my expectations will increase. David found it hard to move from his “assumed” position. Trisha did not care though. Her enjoyment had been interfered with in a big way and it would take her a long time to forgive the pathetic little turd. She left the bathroom with a slam of the door – “…and shut the door on the way out pig!” were the last words he heard as, struggling to his feet, he hobbled downstairs, as quickly as he could then getting dressed. Looking in the wall mirror on the way out, he couldn’t believe what he saw. His face was not red, but purple. Purple with the pressure of the bottom that had so viciously used his face and purple with the odd bruise now beginning to show. Nose seemingly bent over to the left. “Christ!” – he thought – “…how the hell am I gonna explain this?” He decided on a night or two in the car. It would be uncomfortable. He would have to tell his wife that he was away on business – called urgently. He might just get away with it. So much for fantasy……..
Part 6
The next few days passed slowly. There was absolutely no contact whatsoever from Trisha. The purple tint gradually filtered away from David’s face, as did the bruising. He could still feel the weight of the crushing bottom though, in his dreams at night especially. During one vivid dream, he was lying tied down to a concrete bench, the roughness skinning his back as he twitched. Twitched as a massive pair of buttocks slowly, ever so slowly descended upon his upturned face, the anal opening in their centre gradually opening like the mouth of a cavern to swallow not only his nose, then face, then head, but his shoulders and whole body as well. Totally enveloped anally. Trisha’s wish for him he had no doubt. Symbolic as to degree but real in meaning. His dream resulted in an uncontrollable shudder and a jolt to consciousness as his phone beeped with the receipt of a text message –
“Seat required now.” Was all it said. He looked at his watch. 6.30am, Saturday. His wife was still sleeping. Best move, he thought. He did not want to for he knew what was in store for him. The promise he had made to his Mistress was however taking control. He was an honourable man, yet frightened. He had to attend. Maybe she would be gentle this time? Yes, that was it. Before, she was just testing him out. She wasn’t really cross with him. And so he persuaded himself as he drove the short journey to the sitting.
The bedroom curtain moved slightly as he parked outside Her house. Involuntarily, he passed his hand down from his forehead to his chin as he walked towards Her door. He knocked gently. Her footsteps were audible as she came down the stairs. Then silence. He felt on display. Nothing happened. Should he knock again? His fist was up at the door but then he thought better of it. Suddenly, the door opened. “Sorry to keep you, David.” – was the rather sarcastic response – “…I just had to check a few things. Inside now!”
David stumbled over the doorstep. “Shut the door AND lock it please. Then in here…”
David did so. The sight that then met him took his breath away – as perhaps it was designed to do. There, on the floor in front of the television, was a leather padded smother box, lid open, attached to a leather coated bench sporting leather straps along its length. He had seen the like on the net during his investigation into the whole subject of facesitting. Alongside the bench was a small table and on that was an open bottle of wine, a glass, some nibbles, a book or two, a newspaper and the TV, video and dvd remotes. A riding crop finished the presentation. Almost the subject of a still life, he thought. But this was no art class. He was here to learn something much more important – Trisha had made that plain at the time of his last attendance, the brush his tongue – the canvass, HER intimate parts…
“Undressed” came the curt command. David fumbled with his clothes and, as instructed last time, placed them in a neat pile. Semi-erect, he stood there. “On the bench – head in the box. NOW!” Trisha bellowed.
David, rather nimbly for a change, laid on the bench as Trisha began to strap him down, starting with his feet. One, two, three, four, five, six straps were fastened over David and tightened down. She then placed a strong elastic bungey type strap over his forehead, exerting herself to do so, so that he was made extremely immobile. His arms now strapped to his sides, he was helpless as Trisha, with one of her wicked smiles, let the lid of the chair fall heavily down onto its recess as the clip at its front fell into place, reinforcing the utter domination of the scene. With the padlock then fixed – the key tossed nonchalantly into the corner of the room, Trisha reached down the side of the box for the button. David had not noticed that the box was connected to the electricity supply. This allowed Trisha to adjust the position of David’s face either vertically or, to a small degree angled and/or sideways.
“There”” she exclaimed prettily. “Now, would you like me to sit on you first so that you can smell my knickers?” David was learning quickly. Again – it was a rhetorical question. David remained silent. “Good!” came the response from his soon to be sitter.
Trisha undertook the straddling of David’s prone and bound form with deliberate slowness. “You see them?” she asked. David saw. They were the same knickers, under the same skirt, that had become part of his face on the last occasion. What David didn’t yet know (but soon would) was that those same knickers had encased Trisha’s lovely bottom every day and night since that last occasion. Oh – yes, David has just found out!!!
Trisha’s heavy descent took him by complete surprise as the air hissed from the leather at its seams. Trisha reached for the control button. She pressed it immediately. David felt as though the back of his head was being forced upwards by a giant hand. But the upward movement was hindered by the gorgeously immense derriere into which his facial features were now being strenuously pressed. And the smell……..fantastically stale and erotic were the words that David thought of as complete darkness overwhelmed him and as the slight buzz of the electronics continued, this time as a result of the tilt mechanism which tightened his features more and became very painful. With a final few presses of the button, Trisha decided that her bottom was ideally positioned over David’s face. She could now relax. She did not expect any cunnilingus or tongue attention at this stage. After all, David had to breathe somehow. She would just sit there, listening to his gulps and pleas and moans and groans. She wriggled a little more comfortably and picked up the tv remote. David’s hell had just begun….
I attach my old story, slightly extended now and with the name of the sitting Mistress changed. Don't ask me why - I have no idea!
My best wishes to all....ENJOY!!
Knickered
Sitting on David
Part 1
“Hello” Trisha stated in the short sharp voice that David had come to revere so much over the past few years. “Come in then, or are you going to chicken out at the last minute?” Trisha demanded, still a sharpness in her voice. For David, time was standing still. As he lowered his still fisted hand from head height, having knocked three times as requested on her door, his mind raced, pictures of the last encounter with Trisha, his sister in law, vividly recalled uncontrollably as he placed one foot in front of the other and followed her in to the small hallway, gently closing the door behind him. “LOCK IT!” came the immediate retort, Trisha’s eyes showing equal venom as she stopped in front of him, turning her head to but still with her back to him. David did so, fumbling at the key. “Right, in here” Trisha said, pointing to her right as she entered the lounge, “get undressed and assume the position”. “The position” had been discussed with other things a week earlier when David had agreed to and signed some written terms of servitude, particular servitude in fact and so it was not a surprise request to David.
As Trisha closed the inner hall doorway into the lounge behind them both, David quickly began to undress, starting with his upper body clothes and then working down until, eventually, he stood naked, his clothes in a pile nearby, as previously instructed. For Trisha, this was the first time she had seen David naked. Not a pretty sight she thought to herself. His penis was attempting to erect itself, presumably at the thought of what was now to happen to him. “PATHETIC” she boomed, hands on her denimed hips. Soon, David had knelt down with his back to the nearby couch, facing the TV. As he recalled he must do, he lowered his head back onto the seat of the couch and placed both arms behind him. This had the effect of ensuring that he did not play with his penis but that, at the same time, it stood slightly proud of his bent back form, in salute to the nearby superior form. David could not help notice the TV remote lying to the right of his prone head. He began to sweat, whether through anticipation or nerves, he did not know. It was probably both.
Trisha muttered something akin to an approval and went to close the curtains hanging at the window behind the couch. She did not want passers by or callers to intrude on what was to her the pinnacle of her recent aims. She looked down at David’s face as she hovered over the couch. David caught sight of her protruding bottom as it flashed by his face. It seemed much bigger now than it ever had done. Trisha allowed a brief, knowing smile to flicker across her face. A light suddenly shed brilliance into the room as Trisha threw the nearby switch to the small table lamp standing on a low table to the left of the couch. The shadow of David’s nose was presented against the far left arm of the couch. It seemed quite big. “Good”, thought Trisha as she made her way up the open staircase to change. “Keep STILL while I am away from you and do not touch your cock, you hear?!” “Yes” David uttered out of sheer shock and awe, even yet though he had to appreciate the full impressiveness, stature and yes, weight of his new found Mistress.
Trisha entered her bedroom, unbuttoning her denims as she did so. She was eager to begin the punishment and training of her brother in law quickly. She knew how important it was to ensure that the first sitting was carried out with total dominance and without mercy given to the poor unfortunate slave, who had so readily surrendered himself to her in anticipation last week. She recalled what had happened as she peeled the tight denim over her well knickered and well formed hindquarters. David had called on her, running an errand for his wife. As was usual, Trisha had offered David a coffee and they began to chat, about nothing in particular. When David had finished the drink, he had handed the almost empty mug back to Trisha. She had been annoyed that he had left some in the bottom, so annoyed in fact that she let the mug slip in her hand and tilt over, spilling its contents onto the cream carpet. “SHIT!” she had screeched, rushing to the nearby kitchen to fetch a damp cloth. When she had returned to the spill, she found David still sat there, somewhat in shock and obviously apologetic. “Let me……..” he began but was stopped in his tracks. “Oh, shut up you pillock. Look at my beautiful carpet now. It’s ruined” Trisha had replied, turning her back to David as she bent over, not knowing why but not caring. Trisha had not bent her knees too much but had simply bent over to undertake the clean up, perhaps so as to get an idea of the spread of the stain but at the same time, presenting her full and majestic bottom to David’s gaze.
Trisha had obviously been annoyed and David had fully realised this. Soon though, the sight of what was then before him had overcame all regret and shame. He had been transfixed by the vision, the vision of two perfect buttocks encased in faded blue denim, seemingly trying to break out of their confines as their owner gyrated and stretched and wriggled in tandem with the rapid movements of her right arm as she had scrubbed the carpet in front of her. He couldn’t help it – he had had to press his lips to that bottom. He had had to push his nose into the tightly stretched double stitched crevice. He had had to do it….had to…………
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Trisha had then jumped up and turned, the coffee stained cloth falling from her hand onto a different part of the carpet. Both had looked down. “Shit” David had thought “another stain and….what have I just done…..?”
“WELL? I’M WAITING!” as she had folded her arms, her crotch then at his eye level.
“Trisha….I…..I….I’m sorry…..I cannot explain……I………” “SHUT IT BASTARD before I do something I might regret” she had cut him short. “Well well well, we like bums do we uhm? Do we? Come on, you can tell me!” David had bowed his head in shame. Her eyes had penetrated the top of his slightly balding head. He had felt the fingers of Trisha’s hand push up his chin until their eyes had met. Her eyes, shadowed in grey make up, had looked stunning, blue as they were against her strawberry blond shoulder length hair. A wicked smile had crossed her red lips, revealing snow-white teeth. “I…..I…….”
“Oh shut up you pathetic idiot. The proof is there isn’t it? In fact, I’ve noticed you looking at my arse many times before and I’ve always wondered whether it was just a coincidence or whether you did want to get to know it better. You have now removed the doubt. Come here.”
Trisha had then beckoned David over to her PC, which was on. She had sat down on the padded seat, leaving David to peer over her shoulder. Soon, Trisha had entered a FemDom website upon which people could advertise for contact with each other. Her password entered, she had soon displayed an advertisement. “Read this” she had said. David had squinted to bring the words into focus. They read : -
“Attractive and assertive Mistress wishes to spend her spare time sitting on the face of an appropriately submissive male creature. Age and looks unimportant. An ability to remain still for long periods of time whilst suffocating slowly will be an asset. Answer at your own risk.”
Beside the ad was a photo of what David could only describe as a pair of perfect buttocks, encased in dark blue knickers. “Recognise those?” Trisha had asked, looking back over her shoulder. “Y…..Y….You?” “Of course. You will see that I have had 56 replies, but I have not answered any. I like to keep my potential slaves waiting for indescribable periods of time, especially when the successful one is then waiting to breathe under my arse! I needn’t answer these replies now need I?” Trisha had enquired, looking into David’s eyes and raising her left eyebrow.
David had not known what to say. He had appeared stunned. Trisha had then stood up. She had then pushed David away from the back of the seat. “Stand there while I punch up the contract” “Contract?” David had enquired. “Yes. The face sitting contract which I have drafted and saved on my PC for the appropriately successful slave to sign” and with that she had then sat down on the seat again, clicking her mouse several times to show the two paged contract she spoke of and then, after inserting David’s name, printed it off. “We have to have something to hold you by in case you have second thoughts about being my seat when I demand. It is only for my protection. If you want to smell and lick my bottom, sniff my knickers, insert your nose into and suck my pussy and…yes….. be my toilet, you have to sign this to say that you will do it upon demand and that you will do it to the best of your ability. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” she had retorted, waving the double sheeted document in front of David’s quivering and reddening and now rapidly becoming tearful face.
David had not known what to say. He had been what he would soon become when his face was sat on – i.e. unable to speak.
“SIGN HERE!” Trisha had shouted as she had pushed the document under his nose and had pushed a pen into his hand. He had done so, his mind in a whirl. Understanding and yet not understanding. Submitting and yet finding it hard to do so.
“Good. Now read this copy. I will lock the original away while you absorb the content. You have 1 minute,” Trisha had stated sharply as she had swiftly turned on her heel and had then left the room, slamming the door behind her.
David had then read the document, but only after having to wrench his own head downwards from the mind imprinted vision of Trisha that had just been left with him, to view it. It read: -
“Contract of FaceSitting Servitude
By this Contract I David Johnson [insert name of slave seat] do solemnly and sincerely declare and agree to the following terms, absolutely and without argument or dispute.
I agree to unconditionally allow Mistress Trisha (herein called “Mistress”) to sit on my face as and when and for how long she shall so wish, naked or clothed and in whatever position or aspect Mistress shall desire, with me restrained or otherwise, so that Mistress can demand that I: -
I) Smell her bottom, either through her skirt, denims, knickers or when she is naked;
II) Lick her bottom, especially when naked, with tongue penetration into the anus of Mistress as deep as she shall demand
III) Sniff her clean or well soiled knickers
IV) Lick, suck, nose or tongue the pussy of Mistress
V) Be the receptacle of any liquid waste that Mistress chooses to pour down my throat
VI) Be the seat or saddle of Mistress
VII) Be smothered
VIII) Conduct a combination of all of the above
IX) Appreciate the smell, feel, weight and sheer dominance of Mistress.
During each sitting, I confirm that I will be totally servile and compliant and will not move unless Mistress demands it. When my presence is summoned by text, I will attend Mistress’s home without delay and be clean. Upon arrival, I will immediately undress and place my clothing in a neat pile in an unobtrusive part of the place where I will be face sat. The choice of the place of each individual face sitting will be with Mistress who shall direct me to this upon arrival. Thereafter, I will assume a position, which shall (unless Mistress otherwise directs) be with me kneeling on the ground before the sitting platform (of whatever nature that shall be – described later in this document) and with my back to it. I will then place the back of my head back on the sitting platform and put my arms behind my back. If Mistress wishes to restrain me then I will cooperate fully with whatever restraints Mistress wishes to use and will allow myself to be attached to whatever sitting platform Mistress shall choose for the particular face sit. This is to be known as “The Position”. When Mistress sits on my face, I will accept her weight without a sound and will follow all commands that Mistress shall issue, without hesitation or objection and with immediate effect.
“Sitting Platforms” will include: -
a) Couch or easy chair
b) Bed
c) Table
d) Step Ladder
e) Stool
f) Pouffe
g) Floor
h) BeanBag
i) Cushion
j) Mattress
k) Stairs
l) Saddle
m) Bench
n) Chair
o) Toilet
p) Bidet
q) Bath
r) Any other item of preference for Mistress
Or any part or parts of such.
The purpose of each face sit is for me to learn, over time, the superiority of the female race. I confirm that I will never learn true subservience because no male creature can and so I acknowledge that this Contract and the face sitting will endure for the term of my life. I also acknowledge that to be face sat by Mistress is something which I am honoured and privileged to undergo and as such I will strive with every sinew of my body, especially of my face and tongue, to give total satisfaction to Mistress during each face sit.
After each face sit, I will record the time of duration. I am expected to undergo 10 hours of face sitting for every week of the first 6 months of the contract with 1 extra hour in addition consecutively for each successive period of 6 months up to a maximum of 21 hours per week.
I enter into this contract of my own free will and with sound mind.
…………………………………..
Signed dated”
Trisha had then returned, being pleased to see a sweating David, somewhat shaking, head bowed down, transfixed with the words he had just read.
“Now PISS OFF!” Trisha had bellowed. He had done so, falling over his feet on his way to the door, his mind in a total blur.
Sitting on David
Part 2
With these thoughts and recent memories swimming lazily through Trisha’s pretty head, she changed. She had by now removed her denims, letting them fall to the floor down her well-formed and silky thighs. She then removed her sweat top, revealing a bra, which matched her clean on panties that morning – peach in colour. Removing her bra first, she sauntered over to the linen basket and lifted the lid, her full breasts holding their own shape and level as her erect nipples pointed her way. Yes, they were still there. She had finished wearing them only yesterday – her dark blue knickers from the photo she had shown David a week ago. Trisha took hold of them and raised them to her nose. Her head was filled with a mixture of scents – she had after all worn them for three days previously, as they were her favourite pair. “Why sit on his face in clean knickers when I can wear these?” she wondered to herself, smiling evilly as she did so. She quickly unpeeled her peach knickers, the narrow gusset being the last part of them to spring from her imposing derriere, seemingly wanting to keep hold of the material as it was pulled away from it and quickly donned the “new” pair which naturally formed to represent the beautiful shape of her behind as she pulled them up her legs and over her man-gripping thighs.
Trisha then put on her matching bra from the same linen basket. Should she wear a blouse? Yes, she should – after all, David was a new seat and he should not feast his eyes on too much of her at this stage, despite the nature of his position. She therefore slipped on her silky white blouse, followed by a dark blue velvet choker around her neck. Next came her stockings. She was of the view that to sit on a man’s face wearing stockings, whilst she knew that the desire of most men she had known was for her to be dressed in stockings during normal sex – “PERVERTS!” – was a sign of not descending into nakedness for the sake of it and thus was confirmation that she could take and sit on a slave in her finery. Anyway, the coal black, seamed stockings that she always wore contrasted wonderfully with her milky white thighs and buttocks, and, she felt, her trimmed pussy hair, pink gash and caramel coloured anus. The look was finished with the attachment of a dark blue suspender belt and thick black, frilly suspenders that accentuated the width and shape of her thighs. Finally, she donned her shiny black 6” high heels and took a long glance in the floor length mirror she now stood before. “You’ll do!” she said to herself. With that she left her room and, with deliberation, slowly descended the stairs, collecting a shiny black riding crop as she did so from behind her bedside table.
David had managed to stay relatively still, even though he was now beginning to ache a little. The carpet, which he had “so foolishly stained”, had no underlay and rested on bare concrete. His legs were beginning to seize slightly, but that was only the beginning. His neck also ached slightly as the couch was well cushioned and he had tried to push it back down flat because he knew that Mistress wanted it this way. As it was, he constantly had to force his head backwards and down, against the springiness of the seat. His head turned towards Trisha as she approached him, automatically and uncontrollably. “DID I TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD MOVE SHITFACE?” she snarled. “S…Sorry Mistress” David replied as he turned his face vertical again. “You seem to be having difficulty adopting and remaining in the correct position as instructed. Well, don’t worry about that. I am here to help you, don’t you realise that?” she sniggered sarcastically. “When I sit on your face shortly, my weight will force your head back down onto the couch and so that little problem won’t be a problem any longer, will it? You will have assumed “the Position!””
David agreed with a small nod of his head. His mouth was dry. He couldn’t speak. His face was about to be sat on by this beautiful creature, dressed stunningly and to kill. It had been something he had read about – fantasised about, but of which he had not had any experience or knowledge. “Do I have to restrain you David or are you going to cooperate with me fully – remember the Contract!!?” “I won’t move Mistress, I promise”. He managed to produce his voice and the correct words. Trisha smiled. “Good” she said, as she now stood near David’s head, her stockinged thighs now so close to his face. She was still holding the riding crop, but against her left hip.
“Before we start, you need to appreciate what I will expect of you during the sitting and what it is like for you to be face sat. I will shortly straddle your head and face your legs – KEEP THEM STILL -; I will then lower my knickered bottom onto your face. I expect your nose to be pressed against my arsehole so that you can smell it and your mouth to be sealed by my gusseted pussy. As I have told you, you will not move during this mounting process. It is important for me as your Mistress to be seated correctly on your face and I may have to move and perhaps grind about on you a little to get your face exactly where I want it. You must cooperate fully in this exercise. You must not resist or attempt to move your head sideways, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” David’s throat was again, not surprisingly, very dry, unlike his forehead which was beginning to sweat profusely. “WELL SPEAK UP OR DO I HAVE TO TAKE MY CROP TO YOUR BALLS?” Trisha shouted, bending low over David to leer at his upturned face. “Y…Yes, Mistress, I do understand” came the forced words from the prone David. Trisha stood back up – she seemed massive to David’s vision. Her bottom projected outwards. “Good. Now, you will feel suffocated of course but it will be suffocation with a difference. You will have my scent in your nose and I expect an immediate erection in salute to that and in salute to my crushing bottom. Looking at your flaccid cock now does not inspire any confidence in me in that request”. Trisha let her crop trace the short length of David’s, by now beginning to stir, cock. “OOOOOOOOOWWWW!” David screeched as Trisha walloped his scrotum, parting his balls with the force of her swipe and immediately placing her right foot on his chest to prevent David moving unduly. “You will learn to respect me swine or else you will suffer, far more than this”. David whimpered. His balls felt as though they were on fire and he was now feeling nauseous. “Oh SHUT IT you pathetic little worm!” Trisha boomed, still holding him down with her foot, giving David a worm’s eye view of her dark blue knickers, disappearing into the crevice of her massive buttocks.
David managed to remain still and attempted to ignore the pain. “I think it is now time for me to sit on your face. Remember what I have said to you and what you have signed at ALL times.” With one last tap of his cock with her crop, Trisha placed her right leg over David’s upper body. She was now standing above him facing his legs as she said she would. David’s vision was filled with the sheer stockings, the seams running for what seemed yards up the back to where the thick suspenders were retaining the stockings and then with the thick but feminine thighs and, finally, the shapely overpowering bottom and pouting crotch of his Mistress. Trisha moved her lower body back, at the same time, bending forward a little. She looked down at David’s face between her straddled thighs. “You ready?” David nodded: words failed him.
The sheer beauty……the sheer eroticism……the shee………”UUUUUUMPHHHHHHHH UUUUUUUMPHHHHHH!” came from beneath Trisha as she sat. Her aim was perfect. David’s nose, now immediately squashed, was pushed forcibly between her cheeks against the blue material and then finally, against her anus. His chin was trapped under her crotch, mouth unable to open or close – being half open at the time of the descent and remaining so. The scent that assailed David’s nostrils was totally overpowering. It was a mixture of sweet and sour; of stale urine and female excitement; acrid and rancid, lovely and fragrant, warm and overpowering – it was heaven!
The wooden framework of the couch creaked under its cushioning as Trisha settled herself now more heavily on David’s face now that she was in the correct place. David grunted but managed to keep his features vertical at first. 30 seconds passed. Trisha did not move. She was getting HEAVY – he COULD NOT BREATHE – his jaw, nose and eyes sockets ached. Her scent was stronger now. Of course he was in total darkness as his eyes were tight shut. His hearing seemed impaired. It was his nose that was now on overload, just as Trisha had planned. “SMELL ME WORM!” she snarled. She was somewhat pleased to see something of an erection from David’s tool; despite the battering she had given his balls. She knew that it was the scent of her dirty knickers that caused this, as well as the fact of sitting. She smiled and lifted off his face for 3 seconds, thereafter resuming her place, wriggling slightly as she sat again. In the short break, David managed to keep quiet and gulped in the much-needed air. However, he then began to fidget. Trisha was expecting this from her face-sit virgin. She was ready.
Sitting on David
Part 3
“You disappoint me David”, she uttered savagely, her hands resting on her splayed hips, looking down at David’s now sweating face over her left shoulder. “You have not learned a thing really have you? You say that you like bums but when mine is on you, you struggle. Why is this David?”
David felt uneasy. There was great menace in her voice. He knew now that he was having second thoughts about what he had done and agreed, especially now that he had experienced the pain and stress of being facesat, albeit briefly, as well as the great pleasure. He knew he had no stamina. He was about to begin resistance when – WHAM; Trisha sat down with great force. Her heavy buttocks slapped his face hard and quivered as they did so. David’s nose sank partially into them. David’s face was not quite properly aligned vertically but Trisha wriggled appropriately pulling under his chin with both hands as she ground backwards and forwards and writhed side to side, almost in a rotating motion so as to get David’s nose and mouth into the most opportune and subservient position. She soon managed this and sank down heavier onto his features when she felt his nose sink home, albeit still restrained from proper contact with her bum hole by her knickers. “You have to learn David that to be face sat is not about your pleasure or comfort but about MINE” She pronounced “MINE” very slowly and with deliberation so that the word had the opportunity to sink into his squashed skull. “I don’t care whether you can breathe or not. It’s just a simple fact that your oxygen channels are in the wrong place. That should not fetter me in what I wish to do to you. However, because I don’t really want you to expire, I will allow you to breathe, BUT WHEN I SAY!” A grunt came from beneath her. “Now, are you ready for the next experience?” This time a moan emanated from below. “Good, then we shall begin”. With that, Trisha began to thrust backwards first and then forwards on his tortured face but at all times maintaining the pressure on David’s face. “Nose working” was what she called this. It was designed to allow the seat a slight chance to breathe but at the same time to work the nose further against the anus, thus giving thrills of pleasure to the sitter as her G spot there was so worshipped. It meant that the sitter could also safely stay in position whilst still bearing down on the face – true dominance. A regular squeaking rhythm came from beneath them both as the couch soaked up the movements. David was by now groaning loudly. He could just breathe but the movement and pressure of Trisha’s knickered arse, and the resulting chaffing of his face was causing him great discomfort. David’s head began to swim but his breathing, whilst laboured was still possible, the inhalation of the thousand scents together with the somewhat overpowering scent of her anus still maintaining his erection which Trisha noticed. He could not now move from this position, even if he wanted to. His knees had locked and his legs had cramped painfully. His neck was aching, despite the cushioned support of the couch edge. His arms were dead, him not daring to move them from the position still behind him.
Trisha was rapidly reaching her climax and began to move faster and faster, her head now tilted back, eyes closed, her hands still hanging onto David’s poor chin, forcing his mouth up into her covered but very damp pussy, crushing and bruising his lips. With the forward movement of her behind, David was temporarily presented with the astonishing view of two mountainous buttocks either side of his face with his Mistress’s head flung back above, as his eyes became visible from under her, soon however to be covered over again as she rhythmically moved back on his face, grinding down on that face beneath her, hard. “This is called ‘Queening’ David” she stammered. “It is where there is total but forced surrender by the seat to his Mistress and where the bodily scents and juices of the Mistress are being fully and forcefully appreciated by the seat. Do you like it?” It was a question to which she did not expect an answer! She did get another grunt, this time a little lower in volume. “Good” she thought, “he is weakening and I am coming”. Her body shook in a violent spasm, lasting some fair while as David desperately fought for breath and relief from his pained entrapment. Trisha’s knickers were now soaked and that was adding to the chaffing pains he was undergoing yet there was still no cessation of movement from above. He could not understand why she had become so heavy on his face. Her bottom had seemed to enlarge itself when he was able to catch a glimpse of its well formed shape. He did not know it but he was now being deprived of essential air that his body desperately needed and was perhaps beginning hallucination. One fact was clear though to Trisha, his nose was now as deep in her buttocks as it would go and he could not breath through his mouth – she held it so tightly against her crotch. This is where she wanted him! This was what face sitting was all about. To be in control, to be sat on a male, to be using him to orgasm in her time and by her will.
Her orgasm now finished and with the last of the shudders passing through her loins, Trisha stopped her motion, resting completely still, panting on David’s face. She released her hands from his throat. David suddenly found a surge of energy, perhaps out of sheer desperation and began to move his face sideways at first. “LIE STILL” Trisha gasped, picking up her crop and sending three consecutive and well-aimed blows to his genitals, at the same time sinking her buttocks even further down onto David’s nose, pressing the back of his head further into the soft couch. “WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT MOVING?”
David did not know what to do. He was now suffocating totally and felt that he had only seconds left to live. His lower region was aflame but his penis still erect. “At least that’s one good thing”, he thought as he drifted into unconsciousness.
Trisha noticed the signs and the relaxing of all features under her and smiled again. “Time to dismount” she told herself. She arose from David’s reddened and soaked face. She was not sure whether it was the springs in the couch, its wooden frame or her own seat, which gave an audible sound of relief. Ignoring David, she stepped over the still scene and peeled down her wet through knickers. It was not long before David came to with a gasp. “Don’t worry David, I am no longer astride you as you can see. However, I do need a piss. Get up now and escort me upstairs NOW!”
Sitting on David
Part 4
David found it difficult to make his brain make the necessary and normally involuntary commands to move his arms and legs. All he wanted to do was to lie there, but to stretch his legs out, yes. His mind raced. Trisha was staring down at him, feet about a yard apart, hands on hips, nostrils flaring. Her neatly trimmed pussy, which David now feasted his eyes on for the very first time seemed to fill his vision as Trisha seemed to present it more appropriately to his gaze. “You like?” she quizzed, raising an eyebrow. “I can’t move” was all David could respond. Trisha felt insulted “GET UP” she squealed as she aimed a well directed kick under his prone body at his left kidney with the top of her shiny black patented, right foot. “OOOOOWWWW!” David screeched. It was a nasty blow, full of effort and venom. It did nevertheless have the effect of making David role over to his right as his right arm slipped from behind him onto the hard floor. His legs were now able to move, albeit somewhat lazily. “UP YOU SWINE…” Trisha continued, “…How DARE you not appreciate my form, ESPECIALLY when I present it to you uncovered! Why is this please?” David felt as though the floor was swallowing him up. If this was not actually happening, he wished that it would. “I do, I……do……Mist….”. He was cut short. “You have a lot to learn pig” Trisha seethed. “Does the couch complain, sigh or object when I sit my beautiful bottom down on it, or the chair over there, or the pouffe, or the toilet…ah, yes, the TOILET…we’ll sort that shortly….well, do they?” David remained silent, not knowing what to say, or do. “You have an advantage over such items, YOU can move and YOU can speak. YOU have feelings that YOU can show others. So, show ME. Whilst I expect you to remain still when I sit on your face and Queen you, I also expect a response to my quite reasonable questions. So, why can’t you appreciate my form audibly and readily?”
“I’m sorry Mistress. I just ache that’s all, I…….” “KEEP IT FOR YOUR GRANNY – I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR IT NOW – YOU BORE ME. Now, get your arse upstairs to the bathroom – you know where it is, AND ASSUME THE POSITION against the A P P R O P R I A T E article there…….MOVE!!!” Trisha uttered the word “appropriate” with complete emphasis and deliberation, smiling slightly as she did so – this was going to be INTERESTING!
More quickly than she expected, David got to his feet, after some effort and hobbled past her, wincing as he did so, head bowed and towards the stairs. Trisha quickly followed. David could feel her presence behind him as she followed closely, tapping her crop against her full thigh. As he approached the bathroom, David felt an onset of panic. He had read about what was surely going to happen to him; he had signed the Contract consenting to it but now he had to open his throat for the offering, it was rapidly becoming a different matter. Trisha was wise to this – that’s why she chose to remain behind him. By now they were both in the cream suited bathroom. Trisha pushed the door closed with her pouting bottom, giving the door a final push as the catch took with a sharp “click”, looking into David’s eyes and smiling as she did. “THE POSITION” she shouted, pointing at the floor in front of the toilet. David, resigned to his fate, obliged, adopting the same prone position as he had downstairs and feeling its sensitivity as his joints recognised the familiar but painful angles. His head was soon on the toilet seat, which was slightly cushioned, again in cream. Trisha now faced him, having straddled his midriff. She pushed the tip of her crop under David’s chin. “Now, you know what I am going to do to you now don’t you?” it was a rhetorical question and she continued…”…of COURSE you do I am going to sit on your face again and yes, pee into your mouth. You will not spill a drop of my pee or else you will be punished very severely – do you understand?” Again, a rhetorical question but one which brought a panicked nod of the head from him. “Now, OPEN UP WIDE” she demanded as she threw her crop to the cold tiled floor which David had of course felt to his disappointment as he had lowered himself down.
David opened his mouth as wide as it would go. He was reminded of the dentists, but this was not going to be any routine filling – by far. Trisha moved up slowly to straddle his face. Her gaping pussy and blooming buttocks now filled his vision as much as the scent from her closeness now filled his twitching nostrils.
Trisha lowered herself firmly upon David’s open mouth, her pubic hair resting immediately under his nose, her thighs gripping either side of his head. She wriggled slightly so that she could line up her pee hole, with grunts coming from beneath her as her weight settled firmly and deliberately. “BE QUIET” she spat, looking down into his worried eyes, both wide open in doomed expectation. David tasted the familiar taste of pussy. He felt the folds of her sex with his tongue. He felt the dampness. He inhaled the heady scents he was now forced to inhale. Without warning, a powerful gush of urine hit the back of his throat. His immediate reaction was to throw Trisha off. She felt the need for him to do this and gripped harder with her stockinged thighs, crushing his head hard. “NO” she growled under her breath. After the initial shock, and realisation that he could do nothing about it, and knowing that he soon had to do something very quickly about his position, David began to do what was expected of him and to swallow, rather rapidly, the salty warm liquid. It was alien to him but strangely fitting. Trisha had not averted her gaze from his eyes as it gave her so much satisfaction to see the reaction she was getting from her toilet as his face moved slightly rhythmically under her in tandem with the swallowing process. Her forceful emission continued unabated and lasted for a full 35 seconds, she ensuring that towards the end of the discharge, she deposited as much as she could by using the muscles in her abdomen which had the resulting effect of forcing her nether regions down harder on his face. He almost made the end dribbles but began to choke as a few drops went into his lungs. Trisha found this disgusting – “How DARE he exude his own bodily fluids when I am exuding mine into him” she thought evilly to herself. “KEEP STILL AND STOP IT” Trisha blurted as she rose from her human toilet and quickly sat forward so that David’s nose was now pushed into her wet, urine scented pussy and her naked anus hovered over his mouth, but not before David had received that much needed breath of air.
“Now David, it’s my bum’s turn…….”
Sitting on David
Part 5
David’s vision was filled with Trisha’s sexy mound curling out above the bridge of his nose, her taught abdomen above and then her pouting and full breasts at what seemed like a huge distance above his lowly facial features. Trisha was looking down into David’s exhausted eyes, smiling in the way that only she could, evilly yet thoughtfully. “We must be clean” she retorted. With that, she leant forward, only increasing the pressure on David’s face, and flushed the toilet beneath David’s crushed head. “There…” she said, “…I know that its only symbolic but my piss is well and truly down the drain now, YOU!!” and with that she began to laugh uncontrollably, her lower body and buttocks vibrating with that laughter, beginning to bounce rhythmically on David’s face.
As suddenly as it started, Trisha’s laughter stopped. “NOW PIG, GET YOUR TONGUE UP MY BOTTOM!” she shouted, at the same time parting her buttock cheeks with her hands and pushing her anus down onto David’s crushed lips. David pushed his tongue out of his mouth. It met her anus head on, but it was difficult for David to push his tongue into where Trisha wanted. Whilst he could push a little way, he could not seem to get his tongue into the anal passage itself. Trisha was expecting this. She had had the same problem with her other previous chair slaves. She knew that it was because the male tongue can be shaped in such a way to be too wide for entrance and deep penetration. There were two ready solutions. The first was to smother David’s tongue in vaseline, the second was to use her dominating presence to shock and then train him for entry and then deep penetration. To do this, she needed David to make his tongue into a tubular shape. She gave her command – “You must imagine that you are trying to make your tongue the same shape as one of my turds David and not keep attempting to push it in my bum as if you were a kitten licking up a saucer of milk! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! GET YOUR TONGUE IN MY ARSE NOW, NOW!!” she yelled, forcing her heavy buttocks down on poor David’s upturned and now very rapidly reddening face.
David did as she asked and after a little re-adjustment of his tongue, pushed and began to feel it slide past the puckered flesh of Trisha’s back passage and then into her shit channel. David found it hard to keep the pressure up but the fear of failure now instilled in him, forced him to carry on. Trisha’s weight on his face helped as well – there was nowhere else for his tongue to go but upwards. David’s saliva was running off his tongue and back down over his lower face. He felt uncomfortable especially now that he could not move his head at all and now also that he could taste the inside of Trisha’s behind. It tasted very metallic yet also slightly rotten. Trisha smiled to herself as she realised that he had overcome the entry barrier and now that he was “appreciating” the taste of her ass. “Good” she thought. She looked at her watch. “One hour David – for one hour you will tongue my bum and worship it – CONSTANTLY!” David grunted but kept his tongue in place, working it from side to side, stretching it further up Trisha’s passage and bending the tip slightly which sent small electric shocks through Trisha’s body, forcing her to expel air quickly and to become very damp around David’s drowning nose. His eyes looked desperate. His face was now becoming purple. Trisha did not care. She was in one of her favourite positions and knew from experience that David was in a very uncomfortable one, which only turned her on more. She pushed down harder on David’s face. Again, a grunt came from beneath her. If it were possible, David’s tongue was pushed even further into Trisha’s waste pipe, his lips now totally flattened against her massive buttocks and his jaw aching murderously.
The minute hand on Trisha’s watch ticked by slowly but eventually, the hour was up. David’s face was soaked with orgasmic juices. Trisha felt as though she had orgasmed for the whole hour. She looked down at David’s tortured visage. “Well David, shall I get off you now?” she uttered, raising her eyebrows enquiringly……..
David withdrew his tongue to speak. Immediately, he knew that had been the wrong thing to do. The expression on the face of his Mistress was evidence of this. The slight lifting of her posterior and then the sudden crashing weight of it again on his bruised face was clear evidence of this. “I did NOT tell you to withdraw your tongue slave. GET IT BACK UP NOW!” Trisha’s grinding action emphasised the need for David, once again, to enter her bottom in the way she required. The sitter ignored the tears in David’s eyes. She continued – “You clearly do not know the difference between an actual question demanding a response and a rhetorical one do you seat?” she enquired, like an old-fashioned school maam, embarrassing an ignorant child before his class, as she adjusted her hips sideways a tad, to match the penetrating movements of David’s now sore and aching tongue, a muscle now so tired that it needed help, both verbal and actual, in his directing it to its destination.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Trisha grunted as she felt the subservient tongue penetrate her once again, this time, funnily enough, slightly deeper than before. “You’re clearly getting used to this seat – aren’t you?” – she lazily enquired, her concentration being directed down to her buttocks and the murderous assault that there rhythmic bouncing and grinding were now having on the face beneath her. “Now that IS better. Go on, get it further UP. It’s got an automatic passport to my stomach, if you can reach!”
David was in pain. He had never encountered, nor had ever expected to encounter, anything quite like this in his life. The realisation of his position hit home more when, suddenly, the tip of his tongue met something slightly hard. Withdrawal was automatic and the taste of Trisha’s insides on his tongue matched the expression on his face…
“YOU BASTARD” screeched his Mistress. She had been on the point of another delicious orgasm. She leapt to her feet, but still straddled his features. “I am VERY disappointed in you David. Most men would give there bollocks to have my arse on their face and look at you – whimpering like a little baby. May I remind you that you signed a contract. That is legally binding on you. Not only is it legally binding, you also now have a moral obligation to continue as my seat. How can we not do so? You should have thought long and hard about your position BEFORE signing up to your slavery. Well, things are going to change.”
With that, Trisha looked at her watch. “It’s time you were leaving for today. I remain extremely disappointed in and disgusted with you. I expected better. How dare you smell my panties and not do me justice? How dare you look up at my beautiful buttocks and not want to enter them with your whole face and body, not just your pathetic little worm of a tongue? How dare you even be in my presence? You pathetic, wanking shit!”
With that, Trisha slapped the defeated male across his face twice, forehand on one cheek, backhand on the other, reddening them even further. “Get dressed and piss off. I will contact you again when I need to sit on you and please rest assured that with each sitting, your tasks and my expectations will increase. David found it hard to move from his “assumed” position. Trisha did not care though. Her enjoyment had been interfered with in a big way and it would take her a long time to forgive the pathetic little turd. She left the bathroom with a slam of the door – “…and shut the door on the way out pig!” were the last words he heard as, struggling to his feet, he hobbled downstairs, as quickly as he could then getting dressed. Looking in the wall mirror on the way out, he couldn’t believe what he saw. His face was not red, but purple. Purple with the pressure of the bottom that had so viciously used his face and purple with the odd bruise now beginning to show. Nose seemingly bent over to the left. “Christ!” – he thought – “…how the hell am I gonna explain this?” He decided on a night or two in the car. It would be uncomfortable. He would have to tell his wife that he was away on business – called urgently. He might just get away with it. So much for fantasy……..
Part 6
The next few days passed slowly. There was absolutely no contact whatsoever from Trisha. The purple tint gradually filtered away from David’s face, as did the bruising. He could still feel the weight of the crushing bottom though, in his dreams at night especially. During one vivid dream, he was lying tied down to a concrete bench, the roughness skinning his back as he twitched. Twitched as a massive pair of buttocks slowly, ever so slowly descended upon his upturned face, the anal opening in their centre gradually opening like the mouth of a cavern to swallow not only his nose, then face, then head, but his shoulders and whole body as well. Totally enveloped anally. Trisha’s wish for him he had no doubt. Symbolic as to degree but real in meaning. His dream resulted in an uncontrollable shudder and a jolt to consciousness as his phone beeped with the receipt of a text message –
“Seat required now.” Was all it said. He looked at his watch. 6.30am, Saturday. His wife was still sleeping. Best move, he thought. He did not want to for he knew what was in store for him. The promise he had made to his Mistress was however taking control. He was an honourable man, yet frightened. He had to attend. Maybe she would be gentle this time? Yes, that was it. Before, she was just testing him out. She wasn’t really cross with him. And so he persuaded himself as he drove the short journey to the sitting.
The bedroom curtain moved slightly as he parked outside Her house. Involuntarily, he passed his hand down from his forehead to his chin as he walked towards Her door. He knocked gently. Her footsteps were audible as she came down the stairs. Then silence. He felt on display. Nothing happened. Should he knock again? His fist was up at the door but then he thought better of it. Suddenly, the door opened. “Sorry to keep you, David.” – was the rather sarcastic response – “…I just had to check a few things. Inside now!”
David stumbled over the doorstep. “Shut the door AND lock it please. Then in here…”
David did so. The sight that then met him took his breath away – as perhaps it was designed to do. There, on the floor in front of the television, was a leather padded smother box, lid open, attached to a leather coated bench sporting leather straps along its length. He had seen the like on the net during his investigation into the whole subject of facesitting. Alongside the bench was a small table and on that was an open bottle of wine, a glass, some nibbles, a book or two, a newspaper and the TV, video and dvd remotes. A riding crop finished the presentation. Almost the subject of a still life, he thought. But this was no art class. He was here to learn something much more important – Trisha had made that plain at the time of his last attendance, the brush his tongue – the canvass, HER intimate parts…
“Undressed” came the curt command. David fumbled with his clothes and, as instructed last time, placed them in a neat pile. Semi-erect, he stood there. “On the bench – head in the box. NOW!” Trisha bellowed.
David, rather nimbly for a change, laid on the bench as Trisha began to strap him down, starting with his feet. One, two, three, four, five, six straps were fastened over David and tightened down. She then placed a strong elastic bungey type strap over his forehead, exerting herself to do so, so that he was made extremely immobile. His arms now strapped to his sides, he was helpless as Trisha, with one of her wicked smiles, let the lid of the chair fall heavily down onto its recess as the clip at its front fell into place, reinforcing the utter domination of the scene. With the padlock then fixed – the key tossed nonchalantly into the corner of the room, Trisha reached down the side of the box for the button. David had not noticed that the box was connected to the electricity supply. This allowed Trisha to adjust the position of David’s face either vertically or, to a small degree angled and/or sideways.
“There”” she exclaimed prettily. “Now, would you like me to sit on you first so that you can smell my knickers?” David was learning quickly. Again – it was a rhetorical question. David remained silent. “Good!” came the response from his soon to be sitter.
Trisha undertook the straddling of David’s prone and bound form with deliberate slowness. “You see them?” she asked. David saw. They were the same knickers, under the same skirt, that had become part of his face on the last occasion. What David didn’t yet know (but soon would) was that those same knickers had encased Trisha’s lovely bottom every day and night since that last occasion. Oh – yes, David has just found out!!!
Trisha’s heavy descent took him by complete surprise as the air hissed from the leather at its seams. Trisha reached for the control button. She pressed it immediately. David felt as though the back of his head was being forced upwards by a giant hand. But the upward movement was hindered by the gorgeously immense derriere into which his facial features were now being strenuously pressed. And the smell……..fantastically stale and erotic were the words that David thought of as complete darkness overwhelmed him and as the slight buzz of the electronics continued, this time as a result of the tilt mechanism which tightened his features more and became very painful. With a final few presses of the button, Trisha decided that her bottom was ideally positioned over David’s face. She could now relax. She did not expect any cunnilingus or tongue attention at this stage. After all, David had to breathe somehow. She would just sit there, listening to his gulps and pleas and moans and groans. She wriggled a little more comfortably and picked up the tv remote. David’s hell had just begun….