dolphin20pl1
06-15-2006, 9:38 PM
It is now approaching that time again, the only time I get when I`m not being used. From where I am now though, I can hear the various women that work here going off to wherever they may be going, some are heading home to their husbands, their families, others are going to meet someplace for lunch or a drink with friends. For me however, it is fast approaching a time of utter loneliness, it is the time when I recollect on the past that was & my time as a human being walking about in the real world as others do.
When the lights go out I am left wherever I was when I was last used & tonight I remain in place just beneath the front desk in the entrance foyer. My face has been crushed remorselessly as always beneath the oppressive weight of the uncaring receptionist stationed here throughout the day. Not once has any of her attention gone towards me & why should it, I am nothing but a seat after all, it`s all part of the punnishment for the crime I apparently commited. Did I commit a crime, I don`t even remember anymore it`s been so long now.
From the very moment that sentence was passed however I ceased to be considered a human being, from that moment on the law said that I was now nothing more than a surgically altered object to be installed in an office block, a seat to be sat upon.
It is at the very start of my evenings here however that I receive what is possibly the only acknowledgement that I am even sentient anymore, for at this particular time, for about two hours anyway I am the prey of the cleaners that come & clean the offices. During the daytime hours I am completely ignored as always by those that use me but to these cruel women I am more than just something to be perpetually ignored as I am during the day, to these women I am an object to be teased & tormented & they certainly have their fill of me on each & every occasion.
Once they know that the office staff are finally gone, their fun begins as they seek my position out & suddenly appear haughtily above me. Margot, the forty nine year old owner of the cleaning company employed to clean the offices is more often than not the woman who subjects me to the oppresive countenence of her somewhat huge backside. Her girth is frightening & I often fear that my adapted face will crush into pieces underneath her regardless of the fact that it never seems to. Tonight she has found me in record time it would seem, for she now stands above my stool looking down into my tormented visage with positive glee in her eyes.
“Did you miss me honey”, she says, “miss Margot`s big fat ass uh”, she adds.
I cannot utter a sound of course, my vocal chords have long since ceased in their ability to cry out & she knows it as she proceeds to torment me in my wretched, hopeless position.
“Aww, poor baby, do you want me to get you outta there sweety, you want me to take you away from this hell your being forced to live”, she says. If I could only move my head or cry out I would, in my mind however I scream, “Oh please, yes please” but only my eyes show any sign of animation upon my quite pitiable face.
“Speak up now or forever hold your tongue”, she says tormentingly, “if you don`t answer me I`m just going to have to assume that you want to remain here in this chair to be sat on forever by me & all the rest of the ladies that work here”, she adds, knowing full well of course that the ability for me to answer is quite beyond me. It`s all just a part of her tormenting little game.
From seemingly nowhere however, I am aware of another voice from somewhere beyond the front desk. “Can`t you leave that thing alone for one day Margot”, say`s the disembodied female voice, “It isn`t a human being anymore, it`s supposed to be completely ignored here, you aren`t even supposed to speak to it”
Margot looks down into my face again & smiles, “Oh I know, but it`s so lonely in here, I want to remind it of the life that it`s left behind, I want it to know that someone still sees it as a human being trapped inside a womans chair”, she says.
“Well if Ron sees you he`ll report you”, says the other woman, “you aren`t supposed to talk to the damn thing, that`s what it`s here for after all”.
“Ron won`t say a thing”, says Margot turning to look up at the security camera with a smile, “I think the randy lil perv likes watching anyway, probably jerks off in the control room watching me sitting on it”, she adds. “Don`t you Ronnie boy”, she say`s as she winks sexilly at the camera & blows the invisible watcher a kiss as she turns slightly & slowly lowers her big skirted ass onto my helplessly trapped face.
Just for a moment, my entire world exists only on the inside of the skirts of her flowery dress as I glance fearfully to the left & to the right, my terrified eyes taking in the smooth shiny champagne coloured silk of the full slip lining it, whilst above me my inevitable satin knicker encased doom aproaches as Margot allows the seat of the chair to go up inside the dress she wears in unison with her cruel seating.
In an instance I`m utterly dominated & squashed by heavy female pultritude as her heavy rayon/satin full figured knickers completely encompass my entire existence. Margot is heavier than any of the women that use me with the exception perhaps of Rose Philips, the deputy MD who occasionally makes use of my chair in her study when she has a particularly heavy workload to attend to. There are times indeed when I wonder how the human facial structure can sustain such torment without breaking but I forget that mine has been altered & smoothed & strengthened to support the female derriere in the most comfortable manner possible, no matter how fleshy or ample that derriere might be.
All about me though, I can feel the outer construct of the chair that imprisons me creaking & flexing under the weight of Margots seventeen or so stone. The chair moves slightly as she crosses a leg or shifts a little upon it, her seating is sustained without remorse knowing as she does so that I cannot expire underneath her due to the tracheal implant that enables me to continue to breath. Unfortunately however Margot knows of the shut off valve installed within it & she reaches under the seat to close it off every once in a while just to keep me on my toes, well, if I had toes that is!!
It is all part of her cruel streak of course, my struggles within the tube base of the chair upon realising my breathing is being denied only serves to increase her enjoyement as she remains seated. Then just at the moment I feel death will finally take me away from all this, the valve is opened again & my tormented & tortured lungs fill once again.
Eventually of course, Margot rises from the chair as always to gaze down into my face all but moulded into the seat as it is. Then she begins to torment me again.
“If you want me to let you out of there I will you know”, she says, “all you have to do is tell me & I`ll release you from this horrible torment you have to endure”, she adds smiling now at the thought that I simply cannot.
“No?, you don`t want to leave here, you want to be a womans seat until you die beneath one then uh?”, she asks. “Do you like being nothing more than a seat for women to sit on?”, she says. Again I gaze up into her eyes willing my voice to work, willing myself to make her aware of my thoughts even though I know of course that she is only tormenting me, for inside I am crying & begging for release but I have no voice anymore with which to articulate these desires.
“Well, I can`t stand around all day waiting for you to talk to me”, says Margot in a matter of fact tone of voice, “I guess I shall just have to sit down again then”, she adds & with that I`m lost beneath her once again until the next time she arises from my tortured visage.
It seems like hours but then time has no meaning for me anymore, I don`t measure my day in minutes or seconds anymore, only the many womens backsides that smother me without remorse.
Again, another female voice reaches my ears, is it the same one as before, I can`t be sure now with Margots skirts dropped all around my tiny cell as she sits, sound is being filtered through the expensive silk of her slip & the outer skirt of her dress now & the voice could be anothers. I`m just not sure.
“How long have you been sitting on him Margot?”, says the voice, “Oh, about an hour or so”, says Margot, “well I`m almost done in 1D now, Sandra`s finished in the conference lounge, there`s just the bins to empty & the toilets to do then were done”, says the woman. “I`ll do the toilets now”, say`s Margot as she rises up off of the chair & moves away to look down into my eyes before leaving.
“Don`t worry hon, I`m not gone for good”, she says as the face of the second woman appears across the front desk to look down at me also.
“Eww, you poor thing you”, she says, “whatever crime did you commit to get this heaped upon you”, she adds. “Can you imagine that”, she adds looking over to Margot now, “being a seat for people to sit on, like all the time, forever”, she says.
“Yeah, poor thing uh, but I do enjoy sitting on him though”, says Margot as she finally disappears from view with the other woman.
When the lights go out I am left wherever I was when I was last used & tonight I remain in place just beneath the front desk in the entrance foyer. My face has been crushed remorselessly as always beneath the oppressive weight of the uncaring receptionist stationed here throughout the day. Not once has any of her attention gone towards me & why should it, I am nothing but a seat after all, it`s all part of the punnishment for the crime I apparently commited. Did I commit a crime, I don`t even remember anymore it`s been so long now.
From the very moment that sentence was passed however I ceased to be considered a human being, from that moment on the law said that I was now nothing more than a surgically altered object to be installed in an office block, a seat to be sat upon.
It is at the very start of my evenings here however that I receive what is possibly the only acknowledgement that I am even sentient anymore, for at this particular time, for about two hours anyway I am the prey of the cleaners that come & clean the offices. During the daytime hours I am completely ignored as always by those that use me but to these cruel women I am more than just something to be perpetually ignored as I am during the day, to these women I am an object to be teased & tormented & they certainly have their fill of me on each & every occasion.
Once they know that the office staff are finally gone, their fun begins as they seek my position out & suddenly appear haughtily above me. Margot, the forty nine year old owner of the cleaning company employed to clean the offices is more often than not the woman who subjects me to the oppresive countenence of her somewhat huge backside. Her girth is frightening & I often fear that my adapted face will crush into pieces underneath her regardless of the fact that it never seems to. Tonight she has found me in record time it would seem, for she now stands above my stool looking down into my tormented visage with positive glee in her eyes.
“Did you miss me honey”, she says, “miss Margot`s big fat ass uh”, she adds.
I cannot utter a sound of course, my vocal chords have long since ceased in their ability to cry out & she knows it as she proceeds to torment me in my wretched, hopeless position.
“Aww, poor baby, do you want me to get you outta there sweety, you want me to take you away from this hell your being forced to live”, she says. If I could only move my head or cry out I would, in my mind however I scream, “Oh please, yes please” but only my eyes show any sign of animation upon my quite pitiable face.
“Speak up now or forever hold your tongue”, she says tormentingly, “if you don`t answer me I`m just going to have to assume that you want to remain here in this chair to be sat on forever by me & all the rest of the ladies that work here”, she adds, knowing full well of course that the ability for me to answer is quite beyond me. It`s all just a part of her tormenting little game.
From seemingly nowhere however, I am aware of another voice from somewhere beyond the front desk. “Can`t you leave that thing alone for one day Margot”, say`s the disembodied female voice, “It isn`t a human being anymore, it`s supposed to be completely ignored here, you aren`t even supposed to speak to it”
Margot looks down into my face again & smiles, “Oh I know, but it`s so lonely in here, I want to remind it of the life that it`s left behind, I want it to know that someone still sees it as a human being trapped inside a womans chair”, she says.
“Well if Ron sees you he`ll report you”, says the other woman, “you aren`t supposed to talk to the damn thing, that`s what it`s here for after all”.
“Ron won`t say a thing”, says Margot turning to look up at the security camera with a smile, “I think the randy lil perv likes watching anyway, probably jerks off in the control room watching me sitting on it”, she adds. “Don`t you Ronnie boy”, she say`s as she winks sexilly at the camera & blows the invisible watcher a kiss as she turns slightly & slowly lowers her big skirted ass onto my helplessly trapped face.
Just for a moment, my entire world exists only on the inside of the skirts of her flowery dress as I glance fearfully to the left & to the right, my terrified eyes taking in the smooth shiny champagne coloured silk of the full slip lining it, whilst above me my inevitable satin knicker encased doom aproaches as Margot allows the seat of the chair to go up inside the dress she wears in unison with her cruel seating.
In an instance I`m utterly dominated & squashed by heavy female pultritude as her heavy rayon/satin full figured knickers completely encompass my entire existence. Margot is heavier than any of the women that use me with the exception perhaps of Rose Philips, the deputy MD who occasionally makes use of my chair in her study when she has a particularly heavy workload to attend to. There are times indeed when I wonder how the human facial structure can sustain such torment without breaking but I forget that mine has been altered & smoothed & strengthened to support the female derriere in the most comfortable manner possible, no matter how fleshy or ample that derriere might be.
All about me though, I can feel the outer construct of the chair that imprisons me creaking & flexing under the weight of Margots seventeen or so stone. The chair moves slightly as she crosses a leg or shifts a little upon it, her seating is sustained without remorse knowing as she does so that I cannot expire underneath her due to the tracheal implant that enables me to continue to breath. Unfortunately however Margot knows of the shut off valve installed within it & she reaches under the seat to close it off every once in a while just to keep me on my toes, well, if I had toes that is!!
It is all part of her cruel streak of course, my struggles within the tube base of the chair upon realising my breathing is being denied only serves to increase her enjoyement as she remains seated. Then just at the moment I feel death will finally take me away from all this, the valve is opened again & my tormented & tortured lungs fill once again.
Eventually of course, Margot rises from the chair as always to gaze down into my face all but moulded into the seat as it is. Then she begins to torment me again.
“If you want me to let you out of there I will you know”, she says, “all you have to do is tell me & I`ll release you from this horrible torment you have to endure”, she adds smiling now at the thought that I simply cannot.
“No?, you don`t want to leave here, you want to be a womans seat until you die beneath one then uh?”, she asks. “Do you like being nothing more than a seat for women to sit on?”, she says. Again I gaze up into her eyes willing my voice to work, willing myself to make her aware of my thoughts even though I know of course that she is only tormenting me, for inside I am crying & begging for release but I have no voice anymore with which to articulate these desires.
“Well, I can`t stand around all day waiting for you to talk to me”, says Margot in a matter of fact tone of voice, “I guess I shall just have to sit down again then”, she adds & with that I`m lost beneath her once again until the next time she arises from my tortured visage.
It seems like hours but then time has no meaning for me anymore, I don`t measure my day in minutes or seconds anymore, only the many womens backsides that smother me without remorse.
Again, another female voice reaches my ears, is it the same one as before, I can`t be sure now with Margots skirts dropped all around my tiny cell as she sits, sound is being filtered through the expensive silk of her slip & the outer skirt of her dress now & the voice could be anothers. I`m just not sure.
“How long have you been sitting on him Margot?”, says the voice, “Oh, about an hour or so”, says Margot, “well I`m almost done in 1D now, Sandra`s finished in the conference lounge, there`s just the bins to empty & the toilets to do then were done”, says the woman. “I`ll do the toilets now”, say`s Margot as she rises up off of the chair & moves away to look down into my eyes before leaving.
“Don`t worry hon, I`m not gone for good”, she says as the face of the second woman appears across the front desk to look down at me also.
“Eww, you poor thing you”, she says, “whatever crime did you commit to get this heaped upon you”, she adds. “Can you imagine that”, she adds looking over to Margot now, “being a seat for people to sit on, like all the time, forever”, she says.
“Yeah, poor thing uh, but I do enjoy sitting on him though”, says Margot as she finally disappears from view with the other woman.