Moonboy
02-28-2007, 7:18 AM
This was originally written as a mind control story just a few days ago. It still is one but I realized that it was very natural and easy to add the element of facesitting. That makes it even better in my opinion.
THE PERFECT ROOMMATE
By Moonboy
Circumstances had forced Janey and Doug to become roommates. They were such opposites. Janey was a clean freak and Doug was a slob. They were the Odd Couple. Janey was a collector and an antique dealer, really mostly a collector as she hated to throw anything away. She tended to mostly sell knick knacks and usually wanted to keep anything valuable or anything she fell in love with. Because of that, she did not make a lot of money as an antique dealer and needed a housemate to help make expenses. She had converted a shed next to her house into her antique shop. Doug tried to appease her at first but it just was not his nature to be a ‘neat freak’ as he called her. One night, they got into a big argument and said some nasty things to each other.
When he woke up the next morning, Doug felt very positive but also guilty. He wasn’t doing his share around the house and he knew it. This was his day off so he washed the dishes so Janey wouldn’t have to. Then he noticed that the sink area should really be cleaned and he did that and then he thought that he should sweep the stuff that had fallen on the floor and then mop it. At that point, he decided that it was enough. He showered. He felt a compulsion to completely clean the bathroom but he shrugged it off. He set down and relaxed, wondering what had come over him. But then he thought how pleased Janey would be and he was glad he had done it. She tended to get up later in the day than he did only because he worked in the morning while she found that late afternoon was the busiest for antique sales. When he heard her getting up, he suddenly longed for her to notice what he had done. He came out into the kitchen and was surprised at how badly he wanted her to notice. She went about getting her breakfast. He found his eyes were staying glued to her ass wherever she went. Then just when he thought she wasn’t going to notice, she gave him a quick smile and said, “You did a nice job on the dishes and the counter.”
He felt very glad that she had noticed and knew he wanted her to notice more things like that. Still, he dreaded the drudgery of doing the actual work and began to wonder why this had come over him.
The next morning, his cleaning became more meticulous. He was okay at work but, on the way home, his thoughts turned to all the things he should be doing so Janey didn’t have to. In some part of his mind he was afraid, asking himself why he was doing this. But his fears did not stop him from spending hours cleaning when he got home. He wanted to stop but Janey had not told him he could. It was as if it was no longer his choice to decide such things. But she knew when his bedtime was. She walked up and told him to stop, shower and go to bed. She added, “By the way, the place looks great.”
That made him feel very good but he was still very scared. In the back of his mind was the knowledge that at home, other than being allowed a meal, he had done nothing but clean.
That night in bed, he tossed and turned, having trouble getting to sleep. He drifted in and out. He heard the creaking of his door and turned to see it slowly opening. Janey was standing there and he started to ask if something was wrong and felt a bit irritated that she had not knocked. But he was also in that sleepy state where his mind was trying to adjust to waking up. She held her hand up and he saw a golden ring on it. But she was whispering, “Relax, you can’t move.”
This felt wrong but she was ordering him to not move and it made his body feel so heavy. He couldn’t lift his arms. His body refused to obey him. Janey was walking up and sitting on the bed beside him. He thought how strange that was as she had never done anything that familiar before. Although she was a few years older than him, she had a good body and he felt aroused. She was by no means a ‘looker’ but she was not hideous either. But now she was caressing his chest and speaking in a whisper, “You’ve been a very good boy.”
“Nnnn, trrry tooo beee,” he sleepily replied.
She curled his chest hairs around her fingers. Her other hand lifted, her ring in front of his eyes.
“When you wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll be an even better boy for me. You’ll begin shaving properly every day and you’ll also shave off all the hair below your neck. That will be our little secret, baby. You males would all look so much better without that ugly, disgusting body hair.”
Then she was sliding her pants and panties down and straddling his face, looking down at him.
“Now be a good boy and do what I’ve taught you to do.”
The next morning, Doug had no memory of the previous night’s events but he arose and decided it was time to start properly shaving every day. Then he noticed how thick and course his body hair was. He thought that, in a house with a woman who sold smooth, shining antiques, he should try to fit in. He knew he couldn’t do the job completely or perfectly in one day but, over the course of several days and repeated shavings, he would get himself presentable. Then he went to work and returned that evening, working away as usual to keep the place clean.
Janey came to him again that night, sitting on the bed, massaging his now hairless chest with her fingertips.
“You are continuing to be a very good boy for me,” she whispered. “You are doing a nice job of making yourself into someone that pleases me.”
“Good boy, yes, want to be a good boy for you,” he moaned.
“You will be attentive to all my needs at every moment,” she purred. “Other than basic necessities such as going to work and basic survival such as eating, your every thought will be about how you can please me and make my life easier.”
“Yes,” he moaned. “Want so badly to please you, make your life better.”
“You exist to please me,” she cooed. “Your life has no other purpose.”
“I live for you,” he repeated passionately. “Pleasing you is all that matters.”
She leaned down and lightly kissed him. Then she slid down her clothes and straddled him again, this time facing down towards his body as her ass-cheeks descended, smothering his face.
“Start licking like a good boy,” she said. “While you lick, repeat my instructions over and over to yourself and remember how much I will be pleased.”
Even as she pressed her ass to his face and he passionately lapped away, she could here him mumbling, “I will be attentive to Janey’s needs at every moment. The purpose of my existence is to please her and make her life easier.”
Doug continued not just the cleaning but was always thinking of things that would make Janey happy. He brought her flowers, washed her clothes and became frustrated when he simply ran out of ideas. The funny thing is that he was not thinking of her as his girlfriend. It was beyond that. She was the sole purpose of his existence. Meanwhile, Janey was immensely pleased with his progress. He was not the first one she had given this treatment and he would not be the last. Ever since she had stumbled upon the magic ring years ago and discovered its power, she had used it carefully and wisely.
Janey did not go to his room that night. Such subterfuge was no longer necessary. The next morning, she just went to him and said, “I will now add to your instructions. In addition to your attentiveness, you will obey me instantly. Anything I say, you will do. Anything I forbid, you will refrain from. And, since you are attentive, you will strive to find ways to please me, inquiring what my wishes are. Is this understood?”
“Yes, Janey,” Doug said enthusiastically. “Please tell me what you wish of me.”
“Very good,” she smiled. “Kneel before me. I want you at my feet where you belong.”
He knelt without question or hesitation. It seemed the natural thing to do.
“I was going to wait another day but you are so open, your mind so receptive, like a sponge.”
She raised his chin with her fingers.
“You will believe everything I tell you,” she said. “If I say it is night at noon and the sky is purple, you will believe it and see it that way.”
“All is as you say,” he said, hanging on her every word.
“You are something I own,” she smiled. “You are a toy, an appliance, a trophy or whatever I decide you are.”
“I am whatever you want me to be,” he intoned.
“I own a dishwasher, a vacuum cleaner, you and a lawn mower among other things. You are essentially a programmed robot now, not quite an automaton only because you can use reason in the application of your programming. You can feel a desire to fulfill your purpose. You are an appliance. Specifically, you are Female Ass Worshipper Number Six or, for short, F.A.W.N. 6.”
“Female Ass Worshipper Number Six desires to know what you desire, your orders and wishes.”
“Starting tomorrow, you will continue your programmed duties,” she said. “You will be programmed as a pleasure unit and spare me the expense of a vibrator. You will continue all your other duties as well. You will address me as ‘Owner’. But for right now, follow me.”
“Yes, Owner,” he said.
He started to stand but she signaled for him to stay down.
“No, for now you will follow me on all fours, your eyes constantly worshipping my ass as they should. Add that to your programming.”
“Fawn-6 has done so, Owner” he said as he crawled behind her.
Janey led Female Ass Worshipper Number Six to the back room of the shop and told him to stand up. He saw there were three other males in the heated shed. All of them stood motionless and naked.
“Take off your clothes and take your place, Fawn-6,” Janey said, giving his ass a slap. “Stand with Fawn-3, Fawn -4 and Fawn-5.”
He did so, standing in a row with the others. She smiled.
“Yes, Owner,” he said.
“Not that you are wondering or questioning anymore,” Janey smirked, “but Fawn-1 and Fawn-2 have already been sold to wealthy female clients for sizeable sums.
These are ladies who enjoy having males reduced to beasts and objects, dehumanized as everything from pets to furniture. I am going to give Fawn-3 and Fawn-4 away to friends of mine. These are women who believe, as I do, that males are nothing more than pets, furniture and faces to sit our asses on. Fawn-5 and you, Fawn-6, I am going to keep. You will be my personal worshippers.”
She grinned.
“You really weren’t a bad guy, Fawn-6, just a slob. That’s why I am keeping you. The first four I had no use for. But you and Fawn-5 will be my personal toys. You have passion. The truth is I didn’t need a roommate. That’s just my way of checking people out and changing them over. I took my time with you and Fawn-5. You two have some heart and so I took my time, taking several nights to program you so you can fulfill more than one mindless function. You simply have programming to guide and control you now.”
“Female Ass Worshipper Number Six is glad to be guided and controlled by you, Owner. Fawn-6 regrets his previous programming.”
“Well, of course you feel that way,” she grinned. “You are programmed to be happy.”
Fawn-6’s previous life was all but forgotten. Oh it was somewhere in the back of his mind but it wasn’t important. What was important was, “Be attentive to Owner. Obey Owner. Believe Owner. Female Ass Worshipper Number Six exists to worship Owner’s ass.”
“Lie down on your back,” Janey said. “Prepare to fulfill your primary function.”
“Yes, Owner,” he said.
Fawn-6 had never before felt so happy. He had a purpose in life as if he had met Goddess face to face or, more precisely, ass to face, her ass, his face.
“I wonder who Female Ass Worshipper Number Seven will be?” she laughed as she sat on his face, ass-cheeks upwards towards his eyes and facing down towards his body.
She smiled and enjoyed herself as Female Ass Worshipper Number Six happily obeyed his programming.
Janey sighed in pleasure and wiggled on Female Ass Worshipper Number Six’s face.
“Mode ‘Breath Program’ activate,” she said.
Now he would only be able to breathe once per minute. It would be an incredibly deep breath but only one. She didn’t even have to bother timing it. He would do that. Once per minute, his hands would come up and cup her ass-cheeks. He would lift her just enough to take the breath, then lower her ass back onto his face.
Although his body had to obey Janey’s every order and programmed function, his mind still functioned.
‘What has she done to me?’ he thought.
He struggled to be free but everything he said out loud was what his programming demanded he say. His every move was what Janey wanted him to do. He was suffocating, his mind and body begging for a breath. But only one time per minute could he lift his arms and lift her off his face. This was humiliating beyond words as she sat on his face, using him as her toy. Worse yet, he could see no way to escape- ever. Even worse, some part of him liked worshipping the bitch’s ass. In spite of himself, feelings of euphoria washed over him as he did it and he feared he would lose himself in them. It felt great to worship her ass.
Just then, Janey turned around so she was looking down into his eyes, a look of complete triumph on her face.
“Fawn-6, Mode Vibrator Program activate,” she smiled.
He began carefully licking her swollen lips as she sat on his face. Everything he did was to bring her to maximum pleasure and to prolong it for the maximum possible time. His testicles ached with unfulfilled desires but he could do nothing to fulfill those needs except lap away. His desires were irrelevant to her and almost irrelevant to him as the programming overrode his normal thoughts. At the exact right time, his tongue began rhythmetically plunging into her. He had become nothing but a living vibrator to please her.
“You are a toy, a dildo, a vibrator, a sex toy for my use and pleasure,” she cried. “You will be used and then tossed back into the closet until I want you again.”
He was lapping away until she orgasmed, riding his face and slicking it with her juices.
After she calmed down, Janey grabbed a pillow and laid down.
“Keep your face in my ass, Female Ass Worshipper Number Six,” she said. “Worship it all night.”
As she lay on her side, he laid down beside her, his face at her ass, and kissed her left cheek, then her right, then ran his tongue up the crack of her ass, and then kept repeating the process over and over, aroused to unbelievable levels but unable to do anything but what she ordered. Janey drifted off to sleep, smiling at the knowledge that she was where all women should be and that he was what all men should be, creatures that existed for the sole purpose of worshipping female asses.
THE PERFECT ROOMMATE
By Moonboy
Circumstances had forced Janey and Doug to become roommates. They were such opposites. Janey was a clean freak and Doug was a slob. They were the Odd Couple. Janey was a collector and an antique dealer, really mostly a collector as she hated to throw anything away. She tended to mostly sell knick knacks and usually wanted to keep anything valuable or anything she fell in love with. Because of that, she did not make a lot of money as an antique dealer and needed a housemate to help make expenses. She had converted a shed next to her house into her antique shop. Doug tried to appease her at first but it just was not his nature to be a ‘neat freak’ as he called her. One night, they got into a big argument and said some nasty things to each other.
When he woke up the next morning, Doug felt very positive but also guilty. He wasn’t doing his share around the house and he knew it. This was his day off so he washed the dishes so Janey wouldn’t have to. Then he noticed that the sink area should really be cleaned and he did that and then he thought that he should sweep the stuff that had fallen on the floor and then mop it. At that point, he decided that it was enough. He showered. He felt a compulsion to completely clean the bathroom but he shrugged it off. He set down and relaxed, wondering what had come over him. But then he thought how pleased Janey would be and he was glad he had done it. She tended to get up later in the day than he did only because he worked in the morning while she found that late afternoon was the busiest for antique sales. When he heard her getting up, he suddenly longed for her to notice what he had done. He came out into the kitchen and was surprised at how badly he wanted her to notice. She went about getting her breakfast. He found his eyes were staying glued to her ass wherever she went. Then just when he thought she wasn’t going to notice, she gave him a quick smile and said, “You did a nice job on the dishes and the counter.”
He felt very glad that she had noticed and knew he wanted her to notice more things like that. Still, he dreaded the drudgery of doing the actual work and began to wonder why this had come over him.
The next morning, his cleaning became more meticulous. He was okay at work but, on the way home, his thoughts turned to all the things he should be doing so Janey didn’t have to. In some part of his mind he was afraid, asking himself why he was doing this. But his fears did not stop him from spending hours cleaning when he got home. He wanted to stop but Janey had not told him he could. It was as if it was no longer his choice to decide such things. But she knew when his bedtime was. She walked up and told him to stop, shower and go to bed. She added, “By the way, the place looks great.”
That made him feel very good but he was still very scared. In the back of his mind was the knowledge that at home, other than being allowed a meal, he had done nothing but clean.
That night in bed, he tossed and turned, having trouble getting to sleep. He drifted in and out. He heard the creaking of his door and turned to see it slowly opening. Janey was standing there and he started to ask if something was wrong and felt a bit irritated that she had not knocked. But he was also in that sleepy state where his mind was trying to adjust to waking up. She held her hand up and he saw a golden ring on it. But she was whispering, “Relax, you can’t move.”
This felt wrong but she was ordering him to not move and it made his body feel so heavy. He couldn’t lift his arms. His body refused to obey him. Janey was walking up and sitting on the bed beside him. He thought how strange that was as she had never done anything that familiar before. Although she was a few years older than him, she had a good body and he felt aroused. She was by no means a ‘looker’ but she was not hideous either. But now she was caressing his chest and speaking in a whisper, “You’ve been a very good boy.”
“Nnnn, trrry tooo beee,” he sleepily replied.
She curled his chest hairs around her fingers. Her other hand lifted, her ring in front of his eyes.
“When you wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll be an even better boy for me. You’ll begin shaving properly every day and you’ll also shave off all the hair below your neck. That will be our little secret, baby. You males would all look so much better without that ugly, disgusting body hair.”
Then she was sliding her pants and panties down and straddling his face, looking down at him.
“Now be a good boy and do what I’ve taught you to do.”
The next morning, Doug had no memory of the previous night’s events but he arose and decided it was time to start properly shaving every day. Then he noticed how thick and course his body hair was. He thought that, in a house with a woman who sold smooth, shining antiques, he should try to fit in. He knew he couldn’t do the job completely or perfectly in one day but, over the course of several days and repeated shavings, he would get himself presentable. Then he went to work and returned that evening, working away as usual to keep the place clean.
Janey came to him again that night, sitting on the bed, massaging his now hairless chest with her fingertips.
“You are continuing to be a very good boy for me,” she whispered. “You are doing a nice job of making yourself into someone that pleases me.”
“Good boy, yes, want to be a good boy for you,” he moaned.
“You will be attentive to all my needs at every moment,” she purred. “Other than basic necessities such as going to work and basic survival such as eating, your every thought will be about how you can please me and make my life easier.”
“Yes,” he moaned. “Want so badly to please you, make your life better.”
“You exist to please me,” she cooed. “Your life has no other purpose.”
“I live for you,” he repeated passionately. “Pleasing you is all that matters.”
She leaned down and lightly kissed him. Then she slid down her clothes and straddled him again, this time facing down towards his body as her ass-cheeks descended, smothering his face.
“Start licking like a good boy,” she said. “While you lick, repeat my instructions over and over to yourself and remember how much I will be pleased.”
Even as she pressed her ass to his face and he passionately lapped away, she could here him mumbling, “I will be attentive to Janey’s needs at every moment. The purpose of my existence is to please her and make her life easier.”
Doug continued not just the cleaning but was always thinking of things that would make Janey happy. He brought her flowers, washed her clothes and became frustrated when he simply ran out of ideas. The funny thing is that he was not thinking of her as his girlfriend. It was beyond that. She was the sole purpose of his existence. Meanwhile, Janey was immensely pleased with his progress. He was not the first one she had given this treatment and he would not be the last. Ever since she had stumbled upon the magic ring years ago and discovered its power, she had used it carefully and wisely.
Janey did not go to his room that night. Such subterfuge was no longer necessary. The next morning, she just went to him and said, “I will now add to your instructions. In addition to your attentiveness, you will obey me instantly. Anything I say, you will do. Anything I forbid, you will refrain from. And, since you are attentive, you will strive to find ways to please me, inquiring what my wishes are. Is this understood?”
“Yes, Janey,” Doug said enthusiastically. “Please tell me what you wish of me.”
“Very good,” she smiled. “Kneel before me. I want you at my feet where you belong.”
He knelt without question or hesitation. It seemed the natural thing to do.
“I was going to wait another day but you are so open, your mind so receptive, like a sponge.”
She raised his chin with her fingers.
“You will believe everything I tell you,” she said. “If I say it is night at noon and the sky is purple, you will believe it and see it that way.”
“All is as you say,” he said, hanging on her every word.
“You are something I own,” she smiled. “You are a toy, an appliance, a trophy or whatever I decide you are.”
“I am whatever you want me to be,” he intoned.
“I own a dishwasher, a vacuum cleaner, you and a lawn mower among other things. You are essentially a programmed robot now, not quite an automaton only because you can use reason in the application of your programming. You can feel a desire to fulfill your purpose. You are an appliance. Specifically, you are Female Ass Worshipper Number Six or, for short, F.A.W.N. 6.”
“Female Ass Worshipper Number Six desires to know what you desire, your orders and wishes.”
“Starting tomorrow, you will continue your programmed duties,” she said. “You will be programmed as a pleasure unit and spare me the expense of a vibrator. You will continue all your other duties as well. You will address me as ‘Owner’. But for right now, follow me.”
“Yes, Owner,” he said.
He started to stand but she signaled for him to stay down.
“No, for now you will follow me on all fours, your eyes constantly worshipping my ass as they should. Add that to your programming.”
“Fawn-6 has done so, Owner” he said as he crawled behind her.
Janey led Female Ass Worshipper Number Six to the back room of the shop and told him to stand up. He saw there were three other males in the heated shed. All of them stood motionless and naked.
“Take off your clothes and take your place, Fawn-6,” Janey said, giving his ass a slap. “Stand with Fawn-3, Fawn -4 and Fawn-5.”
He did so, standing in a row with the others. She smiled.
“Yes, Owner,” he said.
“Not that you are wondering or questioning anymore,” Janey smirked, “but Fawn-1 and Fawn-2 have already been sold to wealthy female clients for sizeable sums.
These are ladies who enjoy having males reduced to beasts and objects, dehumanized as everything from pets to furniture. I am going to give Fawn-3 and Fawn-4 away to friends of mine. These are women who believe, as I do, that males are nothing more than pets, furniture and faces to sit our asses on. Fawn-5 and you, Fawn-6, I am going to keep. You will be my personal worshippers.”
She grinned.
“You really weren’t a bad guy, Fawn-6, just a slob. That’s why I am keeping you. The first four I had no use for. But you and Fawn-5 will be my personal toys. You have passion. The truth is I didn’t need a roommate. That’s just my way of checking people out and changing them over. I took my time with you and Fawn-5. You two have some heart and so I took my time, taking several nights to program you so you can fulfill more than one mindless function. You simply have programming to guide and control you now.”
“Female Ass Worshipper Number Six is glad to be guided and controlled by you, Owner. Fawn-6 regrets his previous programming.”
“Well, of course you feel that way,” she grinned. “You are programmed to be happy.”
Fawn-6’s previous life was all but forgotten. Oh it was somewhere in the back of his mind but it wasn’t important. What was important was, “Be attentive to Owner. Obey Owner. Believe Owner. Female Ass Worshipper Number Six exists to worship Owner’s ass.”
“Lie down on your back,” Janey said. “Prepare to fulfill your primary function.”
“Yes, Owner,” he said.
Fawn-6 had never before felt so happy. He had a purpose in life as if he had met Goddess face to face or, more precisely, ass to face, her ass, his face.
“I wonder who Female Ass Worshipper Number Seven will be?” she laughed as she sat on his face, ass-cheeks upwards towards his eyes and facing down towards his body.
She smiled and enjoyed herself as Female Ass Worshipper Number Six happily obeyed his programming.
Janey sighed in pleasure and wiggled on Female Ass Worshipper Number Six’s face.
“Mode ‘Breath Program’ activate,” she said.
Now he would only be able to breathe once per minute. It would be an incredibly deep breath but only one. She didn’t even have to bother timing it. He would do that. Once per minute, his hands would come up and cup her ass-cheeks. He would lift her just enough to take the breath, then lower her ass back onto his face.
Although his body had to obey Janey’s every order and programmed function, his mind still functioned.
‘What has she done to me?’ he thought.
He struggled to be free but everything he said out loud was what his programming demanded he say. His every move was what Janey wanted him to do. He was suffocating, his mind and body begging for a breath. But only one time per minute could he lift his arms and lift her off his face. This was humiliating beyond words as she sat on his face, using him as her toy. Worse yet, he could see no way to escape- ever. Even worse, some part of him liked worshipping the bitch’s ass. In spite of himself, feelings of euphoria washed over him as he did it and he feared he would lose himself in them. It felt great to worship her ass.
Just then, Janey turned around so she was looking down into his eyes, a look of complete triumph on her face.
“Fawn-6, Mode Vibrator Program activate,” she smiled.
He began carefully licking her swollen lips as she sat on his face. Everything he did was to bring her to maximum pleasure and to prolong it for the maximum possible time. His testicles ached with unfulfilled desires but he could do nothing to fulfill those needs except lap away. His desires were irrelevant to her and almost irrelevant to him as the programming overrode his normal thoughts. At the exact right time, his tongue began rhythmetically plunging into her. He had become nothing but a living vibrator to please her.
“You are a toy, a dildo, a vibrator, a sex toy for my use and pleasure,” she cried. “You will be used and then tossed back into the closet until I want you again.”
He was lapping away until she orgasmed, riding his face and slicking it with her juices.
After she calmed down, Janey grabbed a pillow and laid down.
“Keep your face in my ass, Female Ass Worshipper Number Six,” she said. “Worship it all night.”
As she lay on her side, he laid down beside her, his face at her ass, and kissed her left cheek, then her right, then ran his tongue up the crack of her ass, and then kept repeating the process over and over, aroused to unbelievable levels but unable to do anything but what she ordered. Janey drifted off to sleep, smiling at the knowledge that she was where all women should be and that he was what all men should be, creatures that existed for the sole purpose of worshipping female asses.