couchman
05-24-2006, 10:20 PM
Sitting on Giggles
By Couchman
When Mark answered an ad requesting a roommate in the college newspaper he was presently surprised. Two of the sexiest girls he’d ever seen on campus answered the door. Mark, trying to seem relaxed as possible in the presence of such female beauty, Introduced him self. The tall blonde girl introduced herself as Jenna, and the other girl, a somewhat shorter dark haired girl, told him she was Lisa. The girls explained to Mark that they wanted a male roommate because several female roommates hadn’t worked out. Their explanation for that was Jealousy. They insisted that the previous roommates to join the two of them were always jealous of the two of them because they were so popular and dated the hottest men on campus. It was immediately apparent to Mark that Jenna and Lisa were well aware of their effect on men. They both had the aloof manner of girls with inherited physical beauty who always got what they wanted. The concept of rejection was unknown to them.
Jenna and Lisa asked Mark a bunch of questions then excused themselves for several minutes to discuss the possibility of having Mark for a roommate. As they turned their back to him, Mark had trouble controlling his favorite toy. Jenna and Lisa both had wonderfully shaped tight butts and shapely legs. They were dressed scantily in shorts and halter tops that showed off their tanned flesh. While the girls talked with each other, he gazed over at a plush couch and wished he could disappear into it and be sat on by these two lovelies.
After about five minutes of discussion, the girls returned to Mark and told him he would be satisfactory as a roommate, but they were adamant about one thing, the one thing he didn’t want to hear.
“As long as you understand that this is to be strictly a business arrangement,” said Jenna. “No sex… No romance….We’ll probably become friends but no sex. Do you agree to that?”
Mark replied that he was sure he could keep himself under control and laughed, nervously. He expected the girls to also laugh, but his mirth was met with skeptical stares. “Are you sure?” asked Lisa, as if she believed no man could resist her body.
“I’m sure,” he told them in a more serious tone of voice. “I study a lot. I’ll probably be in my room most of the time. That statement was only partly true. Sure. He studied. He’d probably be in his room, but he also knew the arrangement was going to be an exercise in frustration: to know these two sexy babes lived with him and he couldn’t come across in any sexual way. He didn’t actually like the two of them because of their superior attitude towards him, that they were so attractive and popular that the idea of him, an average looking guy, coming across in any sexual way was unthinkable to them. The girls came across as two girls who were so conceited they didn’t think their butts stunk like those of normal people. Judging from the curves of their behinds, Mark even wondered that himself.
One evening Mark decided to “test the waters” so to speak. He sprawled face up on the couch until one of the girls, Jenna, decided he’d been there long enough. She wanted to sit down on the couch.
“Come on Mark,” she said. You can’t monopolize the couch. “Get up so I can sit there.”
“You can sit on me, Jenna,” said Mark. He laughed nervously.
“I’m not going to sit on you, Mark,” Jenna told him. She looked at Lisa and rolled her eyes. “I’d squish you.”
“Jeez, Mark,” added Lisa. “Get up so Jenna can sit down.”
Well…He had tested the waters and it was really no surprise to him that the girls wouldn’t sit on him. It was frustrating. He wished he could somehow magically turn into the couch and feel their sexy weight atop him.
.
But Mark had a plan. Oh,yes. He had a plan, and if it worked Lisa and Jenna would be plopping those sexy butts on him without even knowing it. You see, Mark had been studying and practicing hypnotism for several years. He even managed to land a few gigs, small parties where he was paid to entertain the guests by making suggestable subjects do outrageous things believing they were dogs, believing they were flying, even creating visual hallucinations with one of the subjects appearing to disappear into thin air as observed by the other subjects. Mark had discovered the awesome possibilities when strong suggestions were placed into the subconscious mind.
Mark knew he couldn’t just ask Lisa and Jenna if they wanted to be hypnotized—that would be too obvious. He had to wait for the right opportunity, and that opportunity didn’t present itself for a month of living with them.
Lisa and Jenna were in their rooms one evening, getting ready to go out when Jenna suddenly knocked on his bedroom door. She was frantic. “Can you help us, Mark?” she asked. “As you know, Lisa and I both smoke and we have dates with these two gorgeous athletes who are totally against smoking. We know you do hypnosis. Can you hypnotize me and Lisa so we won’t crave a cigarette? Please. Can you help us?”
That was it, the golden opportunity he’d been waiting for. Of course he would love to help them quit smoking through hypnosis, he told them. This was great. He could only hypnotize people who wanted to be hypnotized, and, apparently the girls really wanted to.
Lisa came out of her bedroom. “Mark says he’ll hypnotize us and help us quit smoking,” her roommate told her, excitedly.
“Great,” said Lisa. “You aren’t going to make us do stupid things, are you Mark…like make us believe we’re pigs or something.”
“Of course not,” Mark assured them. “People don’t do anything under hypnosis they wouldn’t normally do.” That was another statement that was only partly true. Subjects in a deep trance can be tricked into believing they are behaving within the realm of what they believe is normal activity.
Mark placed two chairs next to a table in the living room. He lit a candle and set it on the table. He sure hoped the two girls were good subjects for hypnosis. The girls sat on the chairs and he told them to relax and keep their eyes focused on the candle. In a steady droning voice he continued suggesting they were getting very sleepy and slowly going into a hypnotic trance. He suggested to them that their arms were getting very light and could float up on their own. The girls smiled as they watched their arms float up as if lifted by an unseen force. He told them their arms would drop when he said the word sleep. Their arms dropped to the side. Then Mark told them to close their eyes and they would go deeper into wonderful hypnotic sleep. Mark proceeded with more suggestions until he could tell the girls were in a deep hypnotic trance. He told each of them they had a cigarette in their hands. It was an imaginary cigarette, but it was real to the girls. He told them to open their eyes and take a deep drag on the cigarette, but when they did the smoke would be the most vial tasting thing they could imagine. He chuckled to himself when he saw the sour expressions on their faces when they tried to smoke the imaginary cigarette. “You will remember the taste of that smoke whenever you crave a cigarette,” Mark told them. Then he went on to bigger and better things.
Mark had a full sized inflatable vinyl clown he had named “Giggles” standing in a corner of the living room. Lisa and Jenna had thought it was cute. While the girls remained in hypnotic sleep, Mark hid Giggles in a closet. Then he returned to the girls. “I’m going to wake you up, now, said Mark, but when I say the word Giggles, you will immediately go back into a hypnotic trance. After I wake you up, you will not remember even asking to be hypnotized, in fact, when you wake up and I say the word Giggles I won’t even be in the room. Do you understand? I won’t be in the room, but Giggles will be lying on the couch. You can sit on him, because he’s only an inflatable clown. Do you understand?” The girls shook their heads to the affirmative. “However,” Mark continued. You will only sit on Giggles for thirty seconds at a time. You won’t know why, but you will keep track of the time on Giggles. Then you will get up from him, go do something else for a few minutes, and then return to sit on Giggles for another thirty seconds. You will continue doing that for thirty minutes. Do you understand?” They both nodded. He had inserted that part of the post hypnotic suggestion to guard against being suffocated to death by girls who thought they were sitting on an inanimate clown.
Mark quivered with excitement. He had created a visual hallucination in the girls. He had told them that he would not be in the room. Their subconscious minds would block out the image of his physical being and see, instead, a vinyl clown on the couch. He then gradually woke them up by counting to ten. When they were awake, the girls looked confused but soon got up from the chairs.
Mark lied down on the couch and said the word Giggles.
:”Where did Mark go?” asked Jenna.
“Who cares,” said Lisa. Lisa was dressed in a short, black dress, dark nylons, and heels. Jenna was wearing a mini-skirt without nylons. The girls looked sexy as hell. Lisa approached the couch. “Look, Jenna,” she said. “Mark left Giggles on the couch. He’s always leaving things lying around. I’m just going to sit on him.” She turned her back to Mark and sat down heavily on his chest. Mark groaned, but Lisa didn’t hear it. To her, Mark wasn’t in the room. She was sitting on a clown. Lisa unconsciously glanced at her watch, keeping track of the time, but not knowing why. Her round buttocks pressed heavily upon his chest. She had sat full weight upon him. Why wouldn’t she? She thought she was sitting on an inflatable clown, not a live person. She crossed her lovely thighs and Mark’s groin tingled at his nearness to her dominating presence.
Jenna approached the couch. She smiled down at him. Mark gazed up her skirt, up the length of her shapely tanned thighs to where they met with pink bikini panties. She would have never let him do that if he was being perceived as a human being. Then she said the words he longed to hear:
“I’m gonna sit on his face,” she told Lisa.
She turned her back to him. She took the hem of her skirt and plopped it over his face andAnd she began to sit down. Jenna’s round, bikini pantied butt loomed close to his face, nearly touching it, when she arose a foot or so from the fleshy target. Her torso turned slightly and she looked down at Mark. “You don’t mind if I sit on your face, do you, Giggles?” It was a rhetorical question. “Of course you don’t,” she added. “You’re only a vinyl clown.” Mark watched excitedly as she lowered her butt, again, to his face—this time allowing her full weight to drop and smother his face completely. It was an incredible experience. Lisa and Jenna were sitting on him the same way they normally sat on something inanimate. Jenna giggled. “Poor thing…having my butt on his face. It’s kind of fun, though.” She crossed her legs. The couch beneath Mark groaned a little more under her weight. Then he felt the relief of Lisa lifting her butt of his chest. Apparently, her thirty second session had expired. She unconsciously glanced at her watch. But Jenna’s session atop him had just begun. She shifted her ass until Mark could peer under one thigh elevated over the other. The thin fabric of her skirt carelessly drapped over them. “Remember when Mark asked us to sit on him?” she asked Lisa. “Too bad Mark isn’t an inflatable clown like Giggles,” she added. “Then I wouldn’t mind sitting on him—even right on his face, like this…” “Oh, Mark is a clown,” added Lisa. “He just isn’t inflatable.” Both girls laughed.
Jenna finished her thirty second session on his face and got up. Mark gasped in the precious air he’d been deprived of. His head and nose hurt from being mushed under Jenna’s weight. But the excitement of having her really sit on his face compensated for his discomfort. The girls stood a few feet away from him, talking about their forthcoming dates. They spoke only a few minutes, as he had directed them to, and then Lisa approached the couch. She stood next to the couch, close to his face, then turned around. His groin burned with anticipation. Lisa was preparing to sit on his face. She didn’t sit down right away, though. Mark gazed up at her legs and butt. Her tight, black dress followed every curve of her body, flowing down her hips and over her butt crack.
“Why do you suppose Mark wanted us to sit on him?” she asked Jenna.
“Who knows,” replied Jenna. “I suppose because it turns him on.”
Lisa remained standing with her back to Mark. “But doesn’t he realize we could hurt him sitting on him?” She continued. She looked back down over her shoulder—directly at Mark. What she saw, though, was Giggles, the clown. Suddenly, Lisa’s knees bent. She kept her legs together, accentuating the sexy roundness of her ass. Her dress rode up and Mark got a close up glimpse of black panty hose before she let her butt drop heavily upon his face, smothering him mercilessly beneath the twin mounds of her perfect ass—only the thin fabric of her dress between his face and her butt crack. “I have to admit, it is fun sitting on Giggles,” she told Jenna, then crossed her legs.
It occurred to Mark that, even though they thought they were sitting on an inanimate clown, they seem to prefer sitting on his face. “Do you think Mark would let us sit on his face?” she asked her roommate while she continued to crush, unknowingly, Mark’s face.
“Would you want to? I mean…Would you want to really sit on Mark’s face?” Jenna’s words penetrated into the heavy darkness beneath Lisa’s butt. She got up and glanced at her watch. Jenna was now standing next to the couch, next to his face. She grinned down at him. “Oh, Giggles,” she told him. “If you were Mark I’d squash you if I sat on your face.” Lisa stood next to the couch and looked at Jenna. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“A human couch cushion,” said Jenna. Mark could be our slave. We could sit on him whenever we want to.” Again, she gave her skirt a flip and engulfed his face beneath her panty clad butt. “Oh, fun!” exclaimed Lisa. Suddenly Mark’s chest and stomach was made to endure Lisa’s weight as she, too, sat on him.
Mark couldn’t believe his ears. Hypnosis was unpredictable. Apparently, suggesting the girls could sit on Giggles created a desire to use him, a real person, in the same way.
“But what if we hurt him?” asked Lisa. “When I sit on a couch, I don’t worry about hurting it.”
“Who cares?” replied Jenna, her pink panty clad butt pressing mercilessly on his face. She crossed those lovely tanned thighs again. “Mark doesn’t mean anything to us. I think he’d make a lovely couch cushion.” They giggled and then, after exactly thirty seconds, got up from his tortured frame.
During the next half hour, Jenna and Lisa repeatedly sat on him—on his chest, his stomach, but more often, his face.
“Sleep!” shouted Mark. Both girls closed their eyes and stood as motionless as store mannequins. He got up from the couch. “I am going to let you wake yourselves up,” he told them. “You will count to ten, slowly. When you reach ten you will be fully awake and feeling fine. You will not remember being hypnotized. But you will remember the wonderful feeling of dominating Giggles by sitting on him.” He began to walk towards the door. “Start couting now.” The girls began to count and Mark hurried away to his room.
“Oh… Were late,” he heard Jenna saying. “Where did the time go?”
Mark came out of his room, smoking a cigarette. “Mark,” said Jenna. “You’re really going to have to stop smoking. I hate the smell of it.”
“I’ll do it just for you,” said Mark, grinning.
“Oh…And Mark,,,”
“Yes.”
“If you’re planning on staying up late tonight, Lisa and I want to discuss something with you when we get home. Something you might even like.”
“Oh. And what might that be?” he asked, mustering the most innocent expression he could.
“You’ll find out,” said Jenna, grinning at Lisa.
“Oh…. Okay,” said Mark.
The End
By Couchman
When Mark answered an ad requesting a roommate in the college newspaper he was presently surprised. Two of the sexiest girls he’d ever seen on campus answered the door. Mark, trying to seem relaxed as possible in the presence of such female beauty, Introduced him self. The tall blonde girl introduced herself as Jenna, and the other girl, a somewhat shorter dark haired girl, told him she was Lisa. The girls explained to Mark that they wanted a male roommate because several female roommates hadn’t worked out. Their explanation for that was Jealousy. They insisted that the previous roommates to join the two of them were always jealous of the two of them because they were so popular and dated the hottest men on campus. It was immediately apparent to Mark that Jenna and Lisa were well aware of their effect on men. They both had the aloof manner of girls with inherited physical beauty who always got what they wanted. The concept of rejection was unknown to them.
Jenna and Lisa asked Mark a bunch of questions then excused themselves for several minutes to discuss the possibility of having Mark for a roommate. As they turned their back to him, Mark had trouble controlling his favorite toy. Jenna and Lisa both had wonderfully shaped tight butts and shapely legs. They were dressed scantily in shorts and halter tops that showed off their tanned flesh. While the girls talked with each other, he gazed over at a plush couch and wished he could disappear into it and be sat on by these two lovelies.
After about five minutes of discussion, the girls returned to Mark and told him he would be satisfactory as a roommate, but they were adamant about one thing, the one thing he didn’t want to hear.
“As long as you understand that this is to be strictly a business arrangement,” said Jenna. “No sex… No romance….We’ll probably become friends but no sex. Do you agree to that?”
Mark replied that he was sure he could keep himself under control and laughed, nervously. He expected the girls to also laugh, but his mirth was met with skeptical stares. “Are you sure?” asked Lisa, as if she believed no man could resist her body.
“I’m sure,” he told them in a more serious tone of voice. “I study a lot. I’ll probably be in my room most of the time. That statement was only partly true. Sure. He studied. He’d probably be in his room, but he also knew the arrangement was going to be an exercise in frustration: to know these two sexy babes lived with him and he couldn’t come across in any sexual way. He didn’t actually like the two of them because of their superior attitude towards him, that they were so attractive and popular that the idea of him, an average looking guy, coming across in any sexual way was unthinkable to them. The girls came across as two girls who were so conceited they didn’t think their butts stunk like those of normal people. Judging from the curves of their behinds, Mark even wondered that himself.
One evening Mark decided to “test the waters” so to speak. He sprawled face up on the couch until one of the girls, Jenna, decided he’d been there long enough. She wanted to sit down on the couch.
“Come on Mark,” she said. You can’t monopolize the couch. “Get up so I can sit there.”
“You can sit on me, Jenna,” said Mark. He laughed nervously.
“I’m not going to sit on you, Mark,” Jenna told him. She looked at Lisa and rolled her eyes. “I’d squish you.”
“Jeez, Mark,” added Lisa. “Get up so Jenna can sit down.”
Well…He had tested the waters and it was really no surprise to him that the girls wouldn’t sit on him. It was frustrating. He wished he could somehow magically turn into the couch and feel their sexy weight atop him.
.
But Mark had a plan. Oh,yes. He had a plan, and if it worked Lisa and Jenna would be plopping those sexy butts on him without even knowing it. You see, Mark had been studying and practicing hypnotism for several years. He even managed to land a few gigs, small parties where he was paid to entertain the guests by making suggestable subjects do outrageous things believing they were dogs, believing they were flying, even creating visual hallucinations with one of the subjects appearing to disappear into thin air as observed by the other subjects. Mark had discovered the awesome possibilities when strong suggestions were placed into the subconscious mind.
Mark knew he couldn’t just ask Lisa and Jenna if they wanted to be hypnotized—that would be too obvious. He had to wait for the right opportunity, and that opportunity didn’t present itself for a month of living with them.
Lisa and Jenna were in their rooms one evening, getting ready to go out when Jenna suddenly knocked on his bedroom door. She was frantic. “Can you help us, Mark?” she asked. “As you know, Lisa and I both smoke and we have dates with these two gorgeous athletes who are totally against smoking. We know you do hypnosis. Can you hypnotize me and Lisa so we won’t crave a cigarette? Please. Can you help us?”
That was it, the golden opportunity he’d been waiting for. Of course he would love to help them quit smoking through hypnosis, he told them. This was great. He could only hypnotize people who wanted to be hypnotized, and, apparently the girls really wanted to.
Lisa came out of her bedroom. “Mark says he’ll hypnotize us and help us quit smoking,” her roommate told her, excitedly.
“Great,” said Lisa. “You aren’t going to make us do stupid things, are you Mark…like make us believe we’re pigs or something.”
“Of course not,” Mark assured them. “People don’t do anything under hypnosis they wouldn’t normally do.” That was another statement that was only partly true. Subjects in a deep trance can be tricked into believing they are behaving within the realm of what they believe is normal activity.
Mark placed two chairs next to a table in the living room. He lit a candle and set it on the table. He sure hoped the two girls were good subjects for hypnosis. The girls sat on the chairs and he told them to relax and keep their eyes focused on the candle. In a steady droning voice he continued suggesting they were getting very sleepy and slowly going into a hypnotic trance. He suggested to them that their arms were getting very light and could float up on their own. The girls smiled as they watched their arms float up as if lifted by an unseen force. He told them their arms would drop when he said the word sleep. Their arms dropped to the side. Then Mark told them to close their eyes and they would go deeper into wonderful hypnotic sleep. Mark proceeded with more suggestions until he could tell the girls were in a deep hypnotic trance. He told each of them they had a cigarette in their hands. It was an imaginary cigarette, but it was real to the girls. He told them to open their eyes and take a deep drag on the cigarette, but when they did the smoke would be the most vial tasting thing they could imagine. He chuckled to himself when he saw the sour expressions on their faces when they tried to smoke the imaginary cigarette. “You will remember the taste of that smoke whenever you crave a cigarette,” Mark told them. Then he went on to bigger and better things.
Mark had a full sized inflatable vinyl clown he had named “Giggles” standing in a corner of the living room. Lisa and Jenna had thought it was cute. While the girls remained in hypnotic sleep, Mark hid Giggles in a closet. Then he returned to the girls. “I’m going to wake you up, now, said Mark, but when I say the word Giggles, you will immediately go back into a hypnotic trance. After I wake you up, you will not remember even asking to be hypnotized, in fact, when you wake up and I say the word Giggles I won’t even be in the room. Do you understand? I won’t be in the room, but Giggles will be lying on the couch. You can sit on him, because he’s only an inflatable clown. Do you understand?” The girls shook their heads to the affirmative. “However,” Mark continued. You will only sit on Giggles for thirty seconds at a time. You won’t know why, but you will keep track of the time on Giggles. Then you will get up from him, go do something else for a few minutes, and then return to sit on Giggles for another thirty seconds. You will continue doing that for thirty minutes. Do you understand?” They both nodded. He had inserted that part of the post hypnotic suggestion to guard against being suffocated to death by girls who thought they were sitting on an inanimate clown.
Mark quivered with excitement. He had created a visual hallucination in the girls. He had told them that he would not be in the room. Their subconscious minds would block out the image of his physical being and see, instead, a vinyl clown on the couch. He then gradually woke them up by counting to ten. When they were awake, the girls looked confused but soon got up from the chairs.
Mark lied down on the couch and said the word Giggles.
:”Where did Mark go?” asked Jenna.
“Who cares,” said Lisa. Lisa was dressed in a short, black dress, dark nylons, and heels. Jenna was wearing a mini-skirt without nylons. The girls looked sexy as hell. Lisa approached the couch. “Look, Jenna,” she said. “Mark left Giggles on the couch. He’s always leaving things lying around. I’m just going to sit on him.” She turned her back to Mark and sat down heavily on his chest. Mark groaned, but Lisa didn’t hear it. To her, Mark wasn’t in the room. She was sitting on a clown. Lisa unconsciously glanced at her watch, keeping track of the time, but not knowing why. Her round buttocks pressed heavily upon his chest. She had sat full weight upon him. Why wouldn’t she? She thought she was sitting on an inflatable clown, not a live person. She crossed her lovely thighs and Mark’s groin tingled at his nearness to her dominating presence.
Jenna approached the couch. She smiled down at him. Mark gazed up her skirt, up the length of her shapely tanned thighs to where they met with pink bikini panties. She would have never let him do that if he was being perceived as a human being. Then she said the words he longed to hear:
“I’m gonna sit on his face,” she told Lisa.
She turned her back to him. She took the hem of her skirt and plopped it over his face andAnd she began to sit down. Jenna’s round, bikini pantied butt loomed close to his face, nearly touching it, when she arose a foot or so from the fleshy target. Her torso turned slightly and she looked down at Mark. “You don’t mind if I sit on your face, do you, Giggles?” It was a rhetorical question. “Of course you don’t,” she added. “You’re only a vinyl clown.” Mark watched excitedly as she lowered her butt, again, to his face—this time allowing her full weight to drop and smother his face completely. It was an incredible experience. Lisa and Jenna were sitting on him the same way they normally sat on something inanimate. Jenna giggled. “Poor thing…having my butt on his face. It’s kind of fun, though.” She crossed her legs. The couch beneath Mark groaned a little more under her weight. Then he felt the relief of Lisa lifting her butt of his chest. Apparently, her thirty second session had expired. She unconsciously glanced at her watch. But Jenna’s session atop him had just begun. She shifted her ass until Mark could peer under one thigh elevated over the other. The thin fabric of her skirt carelessly drapped over them. “Remember when Mark asked us to sit on him?” she asked Lisa. “Too bad Mark isn’t an inflatable clown like Giggles,” she added. “Then I wouldn’t mind sitting on him—even right on his face, like this…” “Oh, Mark is a clown,” added Lisa. “He just isn’t inflatable.” Both girls laughed.
Jenna finished her thirty second session on his face and got up. Mark gasped in the precious air he’d been deprived of. His head and nose hurt from being mushed under Jenna’s weight. But the excitement of having her really sit on his face compensated for his discomfort. The girls stood a few feet away from him, talking about their forthcoming dates. They spoke only a few minutes, as he had directed them to, and then Lisa approached the couch. She stood next to the couch, close to his face, then turned around. His groin burned with anticipation. Lisa was preparing to sit on his face. She didn’t sit down right away, though. Mark gazed up at her legs and butt. Her tight, black dress followed every curve of her body, flowing down her hips and over her butt crack.
“Why do you suppose Mark wanted us to sit on him?” she asked Jenna.
“Who knows,” replied Jenna. “I suppose because it turns him on.”
Lisa remained standing with her back to Mark. “But doesn’t he realize we could hurt him sitting on him?” She continued. She looked back down over her shoulder—directly at Mark. What she saw, though, was Giggles, the clown. Suddenly, Lisa’s knees bent. She kept her legs together, accentuating the sexy roundness of her ass. Her dress rode up and Mark got a close up glimpse of black panty hose before she let her butt drop heavily upon his face, smothering him mercilessly beneath the twin mounds of her perfect ass—only the thin fabric of her dress between his face and her butt crack. “I have to admit, it is fun sitting on Giggles,” she told Jenna, then crossed her legs.
It occurred to Mark that, even though they thought they were sitting on an inanimate clown, they seem to prefer sitting on his face. “Do you think Mark would let us sit on his face?” she asked her roommate while she continued to crush, unknowingly, Mark’s face.
“Would you want to? I mean…Would you want to really sit on Mark’s face?” Jenna’s words penetrated into the heavy darkness beneath Lisa’s butt. She got up and glanced at her watch. Jenna was now standing next to the couch, next to his face. She grinned down at him. “Oh, Giggles,” she told him. “If you were Mark I’d squash you if I sat on your face.” Lisa stood next to the couch and looked at Jenna. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“A human couch cushion,” said Jenna. Mark could be our slave. We could sit on him whenever we want to.” Again, she gave her skirt a flip and engulfed his face beneath her panty clad butt. “Oh, fun!” exclaimed Lisa. Suddenly Mark’s chest and stomach was made to endure Lisa’s weight as she, too, sat on him.
Mark couldn’t believe his ears. Hypnosis was unpredictable. Apparently, suggesting the girls could sit on Giggles created a desire to use him, a real person, in the same way.
“But what if we hurt him?” asked Lisa. “When I sit on a couch, I don’t worry about hurting it.”
“Who cares?” replied Jenna, her pink panty clad butt pressing mercilessly on his face. She crossed those lovely tanned thighs again. “Mark doesn’t mean anything to us. I think he’d make a lovely couch cushion.” They giggled and then, after exactly thirty seconds, got up from his tortured frame.
During the next half hour, Jenna and Lisa repeatedly sat on him—on his chest, his stomach, but more often, his face.
“Sleep!” shouted Mark. Both girls closed their eyes and stood as motionless as store mannequins. He got up from the couch. “I am going to let you wake yourselves up,” he told them. “You will count to ten, slowly. When you reach ten you will be fully awake and feeling fine. You will not remember being hypnotized. But you will remember the wonderful feeling of dominating Giggles by sitting on him.” He began to walk towards the door. “Start couting now.” The girls began to count and Mark hurried away to his room.
“Oh… Were late,” he heard Jenna saying. “Where did the time go?”
Mark came out of his room, smoking a cigarette. “Mark,” said Jenna. “You’re really going to have to stop smoking. I hate the smell of it.”
“I’ll do it just for you,” said Mark, grinning.
“Oh…And Mark,,,”
“Yes.”
“If you’re planning on staying up late tonight, Lisa and I want to discuss something with you when we get home. Something you might even like.”
“Oh. And what might that be?” he asked, mustering the most innocent expression he could.
“You’ll find out,” said Jenna, grinning at Lisa.
“Oh…. Okay,” said Mark.
The End