Moonboy
03-06-2007, 2:23 PM
PRELUDE: WOMAN’S WORLD
This is a set-up for a potential series of stories. Not all of them will necessarily be face-sitting although this first one is. They will, of course, all be Female Domination stories.
For millions of years, the Earth had been passing through some sort of cosmic energy storm. People didn't even know about it until it had passed beyond the Earth and out of the solar system. In its aftermath, the most incredible thing began to happen. Women began to discover that they could read men's minds. They could not control them, just read them. But they could do it on an incredible scale. They could read not only surface thoughts, what a person was consciously thinking at the moment. They could read deeper thoughts, some so subconscious that the man himself wasn't aware of them. Apparently, this ability to read minds was something that women should always have naturally possessed. But the energy of the stellar storm had suppressed the ability for the entire length of human history. Only in the very late twentieth century, with the storm's passing, did women gain the ability which should have always been theirs. With that ability, they gained the positions which should also have rightfully been theirs.
They should have been the brains while men were the brawn. With their newfound ability, they soon were. Women could not read each other's minds. But any woman could read the deepest levels of any man's mind. Within a relatively short time, women began taking over every significant position in government, business and industry. For instance, how could a male president negotiate with a foreign leader who was a woman when she could read every state secret in his mind the moment she met him? How could a nation have a male president when any woman who saw him, even from a distance, could read every piece of knowledge he had in an instant? An emergency meeting had to be held to replace the president with a new female president. Congress and the Supreme Court had to quickly become all-female. Governors and local officials faired no better. Everywhere, at every level of government, women quickly had to take over because the men in government and the population realized the necessity or, in instances where they refused to recognize the necessity, women had to find ways to take over. A man could not hold office when every woman who saw him could perceive all of his dark secrets and use them against him.
Business followed suit for the same basic reasons. The military soon did so too, partly for the same reasons and partly because there was no way for men to outwit women in war. How could they? Any woman could read all the battle strategies in any man's mind. Any woman within sight of a man could read everything he knew. A female spy could simply see a male general for a moment as he walked by on the street and learn all of his secrets and battle plans. Women had to take over the Pentagon. Men had to be banned from all participation in government at any substantial level. No man could be present when an important government meeting took place. Any enemy who wanted the information need merely have a woman see the man for a moment and she would know what he knew. The only solution was that no male could know anything about what went on in government except for what was public knowledge anyway. In business, no man could know anything that the business needed to keep secret. No man could possess any military secrets.
Before long, it was realized that you could not even have men on the battlefield. A woman could spot a man at a distance and read every piece of information he knew, every plan and intention, who his commander was, what the plan was, everything! Soon, it was pointless for men to be involved in the military. They could not be involved in police work or most professions for very similar reasons. Men quickly found that only purely physical jobs, appropriately named 'menial labor,' that required no brainwork were all they were useful for anymore, regardless of what positions they had once held. It had truly become a woman's world!
Women held all of the government, economic, business, industrial, legal, and military and police power! In many respects, men were more subjugated than women had ever been except in the worst times and places on Earth. As time passed, many women finally realized that they were really and forever in control. Some allowed their resentment of former wrongs to effect their choices. Others just enjoyed a world where men were subordinate. Revenge was not a factor for them. They just enjoyed having men in their proper place. But there were many men who simply could not accept the new reality of their subservience to women. They rebelled, often in very violent ways. Finally, a special
meeting and vote was held by women and 'The Great Decision' was made. Within one generation, if trained properly, men could grow up accepting their inferior status. But for the present, any man who refused to accept female rule, even in his thoughts but most especially in his actions, would have to be kept naked, collared and leashed, and forced to obey until they forgot the past and accepted female rule!
Suddenly, decreed by law and enforced by police and military, husbands found themselves kneeling before their wives, unmarried men before their mothers and sisters. An unowned adult male was not acceptable. If possible, such a man's mother or sister would find a woman for him or a woman who wanted him would take him. However, there were some men who had committed crimes against women above and beyond the norm. They were put on display as abject slaves with virtually no rights whatsoever, even the minimal ones that their collared and leashed brothers still had. Each of these males would be turned over to a female supervisor's control.
THE WHEELS OF DESTINY
By Moonboy
At eighteen years old, Doug was a walking attitude. As soon as he was an adult, he had been subjected to every possible training method but even the strictest of training and punishment had not stopped him. He just could not accept female rule as a reality. The world was uniting under female rule and there was no longer a death penalty, not even for men. Maybe that’s why he had the attitude that there was nothing they could really do to him. His mother begged them to send him home for one last chance. She tried but he just talked back. His attitude was that he was an adult and did not have to take orders from her. The fact he was an adult was irrelevant, of course. She was female, he was male. But he talked back and called even his mother and sister insulting names. It was hopeless and even she had to accept it. He went to sleep one night after a big argument with her. He awoke with a start as several police officers walked into his room. He was tasered and knocked out.
Doug had a brief memory of awakening on an operating table. He could not move. There was a moment of panic and pain and a brief glimpse of a doctor looking down at him before the sedation rendered him unconscious again.
When he awoke, Doug felt confused. He seemed to be stuffed inside of some object. He struggled but it was like trying to swim through quicksand. He looked around. If he did not know better, he would swear that he was stuffed inside of some kind of chair but that was impossible. He was looking almost straight up with his head at the back of the chair. He glanced from side to side. The chair arms came all the way down to the chair so he could not see off to the sides but there was no way the chair was wide enough for his arms to fit properly inside of it. He could also see that the chair seat was only about a foot and a half off the floor. Granted he was looking straight up and he felt he was sitting on some soft substance but there was no possible room for his legs. Then the terror struck him. There really was no room. How did they fit his legs into this? How did they fit his arms? He panicked and tried to call for help. No sounds came from his mouth. Also, his tongue shot out when he tried to speak. It was swollen, filling his mouth, and very long.
Doug could do nothing as hours went by. He seemed to be in a hospital room. Finally, a tall shapely brunette woman walked in flanked by two nurses. She looked to be in her early thirties. She walked slowly and winced with every step. The nurses looked ready to catch her. He tried to speak but it was useless. She looked down at him and smiled in spite of her pain. She reached the chair as he silently moved his lips in useless attempts to speak. She turned around and grabbed the arms of the chair. He silently gasped as he saw that, though she wore leggings, her ass and crotch were bare. She had a shapely ass. His eyes widened as her bare ass lowered onto his face. He tried to writhe, to turn his head, but it was as if he had no neck, as if his head was connected directly to his shoulders. His balls ached because her ass was really hot looking. He should be getting hard but he felt no erection occurring. The fit of her ass on his face was absolutely perfect, too perfect. But he had no means of understanding why as she smothered him beneath her posterior. Not only did he feel her weight bearing down on him but his lungs were soon burning for air. He was desperate for oxygen. He lost track of time but it must have been minutes. He was sure he should be unconscious by now. He felt he was somehow getting just enough air to stay alive and conscious. But anyone who has ever held his breath until he felt that he could not hold it for even another second, until one more second is a burning eternity, knows what he felt like. If he could have moved, he would have been flopping in panic with the need for air. That was how he felt for minute after minute, hour after hour.
Doug had guessed right but did not begin to suspect the entire truth. He no longer had arms or legs. He no longer had a voice box. His neck had been altered so that his face aimed straight up and also so there was no length to it. His head rested almost directly on his shoulders. His upper and lower jaws had been separated and his mouth surgically altered so it was twice as large but toothless and his tongue had been injected and altered so it was twice as thick and could extend eight inches beyond his lips. He could still breathe ever so slightly even with his mouth and nose covered because very thin tubes were inserted into his lungs. The tubes extended out from the sides of the chair. His nose had been flattened mostly to get it out of the way. Tubes were inserted into it and the tubes again went out the sides of the chair so he could ever so slightly breathe through his nose too. He felt no erection because he no longer had a penis. But he still had his balls because having unfulfillable sexual desires would make him a more enthusiastic licker. He was being intravenously fed and watered. A catheter went from the stub of his penis to a waste relief system. He was not fed anything that would require any other form of waste relief. He could feel that something, some sort of plug, was shoved up his ass and deep into him but he could do nothing about it. The material he was submerged in felt like some kind of paste. It was so thick he could not have moved around even if he did have arms and legs to move with. It also kept his body nice and clean. His face had been operated on in other ways. His face was wider and his cheeks were bowl-shaped, designed precisely to accommodate the ass-cheeks of his purchaser. His face was custom made for her. He suspected some of these things but knew few of them for sure.
After Doug had spent at least an hour humbled and suffocated beneath the woman’s ass, he felt the chair itself moving. He had no idea how it was moving or where they were going. He tried to scream, to turn his head, to beg her to stand up. As much as he hated female control, he would have begged her to stop if he could have but he could do absolutely nothing as she sat on his face for hour after hour.
Doug thought he would get a break when she slept or went to the bathroom. But there was a place in the middle of the chair that slid aside. She only had to lift up a little bit, sit down again and urinate, wiggling her ass in his face even as she relieved herself. When she was ready to sleep, she pressed a button on a chair arm. A foot-rest sprang up on the front of the chair and the back-rest dropped down, forming a bed. The part he was in remained the same. He had no choice but to suffer silently beneath her. Sometimes, she turned on one side or the other in her sleep. She would grind her hip into his flat mushy nose, causing excruciating pain to him even as his nose acted as padding for her. She would turn onto her stomach and he would have her crotch or lower abdomen pressed onto his face. That only made his balls ache even more with unfulfillable desires as he suffered helplessly beneath her.
By morning, Doug was wondering if she was ever going to get off of him. She rose to a sitting position as the chair’s back rest rose up and the foot-rest lowered. Then he heard the sound as she urinated again while humiliating him by rubbing her ass-cheeks in his face. He felt the chair moving and then it stopped and she slowly rose off of him. His mouth, permanently wide open, gasped gratefully for air. She walked slowly a few steps and set on the toilet. She had to do that for purposes of waste relief that was not urine. Then she cried out in pain as she lifted her knees, stepping into the tub and eased down to a sitting position to take a bath. She almost cried making herself stand up when she was done. She dried and sat on the toilet to get dressed. She wore a shirt, leggings and shoes but, again, nothing from her hips to her thighs. But then why should she since she was always sitting in a wheelchair with a covering over her? He was subjugated beneath her dominating ass for at least twenty-three hours a day.
Doug could not see the world around him because her ass was the world around him. He could only see at all because there were small, dim lights in the chair next to his eyes. The only logic he could see in putting lights down there instead of leaving him in total darkness was so he could see her ass and be tortured by the sight. He had never even seen the place she lived except for the bathroom and that only twice a day or so. He also occasionally saw the bathroom where she worked but nothing else. Even then, he mostly saw the ceiling.
So Doug could see nothing but her ass as she went to work. He assumed she had a van with a lift. But he never saw it. He only heard it. He heard muffled conversations with her co-workers and guessed she worked in an office of some kind. But his knowledge was vague and sketchy at best. He didn’t even know her name. So he was startled when he heard a clear female voice come from small speakers near his ears.
“Hi there,” the voice giggled.
It took a moment for him to realize it had to be the voice of the woman sitting on him.
“You had no way to know this but I have a monitor up here that allows me to see your face whenever I want to. I’m glad because the looks of humiliation, helplessness and frustration on your face are priceless.”
She wiggled a little, enjoying grinding his face beneath her cheeks.
“I will explain to you that I clearly don’t have spinal damage. What I have is nerve damage that makes walking very painful. The reason I’m so toned is because, though it’s very painful, I make myself exercise every day. Don’t worry though; I’ll make you share my pain. I’ll enjoy that. I love putting males in their places, especially young ones with attitudes. Your Mom sold you, as was her right. You will spend the rest of your life here in this wheelchair, armless, legless, dickless, a comfy seat for my ass, helpless, immobile and humiliated. You still think women won’t control you, baby? Isn’t this just delicious?”
Doug tried to moan, to squirm, or to do anything. But he could do absolutely nothing as she wiggled some more, rubbing her cheeks on his face.
“Even better, you will have to use that nice big tongue to actively please me by lapping my ass and even my pussy when I desire it. I know you are thinking that you won’t comply because there is nothing more we can do with you.”
She pushed a button and he felt an electric jolt shoot deep through his ass. She smirked.
“Since we don’t feed you anything that requires the use of that orifice, we have a nice, big dildo shoved up that smart ass of yours. It’s loaded with electronic goodies too. It can administer a lovely electric shock. But then you’ve noticed that already, poor boy.”
He felt like he had been kicked in his aching, overloaded nuts.
“That was one-fourth of the maximum setting,” she said. “Do you want to feel all of it? If you don’t, start running that nice big tongue up the crack of my ass between the cheeks over and over until I tell you to stop.”
His thick, long tongue was hard to control but he made it work and started licking.
“My name is Debbie,” she said. “It really doesn’t matter though. This is a one-way conversation. Poor Dougy can’t talk. Yes, I know what your name was. It’s irrelevant now though. You are just an object, my wheelchair ass lapper.”
He was terrified and furious. He moaned silently beneath her. He thought what a cruel, heartless bitch she was. He heard her laughter then.
“Yes, I am a cruel, heartless bitch- to you. Have you forgotten that women are telepathic? I can feel your feelings and read your thoughts when I want to. However, I can also feel your feelings without reading your specific thoughts. I find it much more enjoyable that you are trapped forever, unable to express any opinions or have any of your attempts at words heard, even telepathically.”
He silently screamed in hopeless, helpless rage.
“Hmm,” she purred. “You’re feelings are delicious. Keep it up. Oh, I’m sorry; you have nothing to ‘keep up’ anymore.”
As she felt his shame, she sighed in pleasure, rubbing her lovely butt-cheeks on his face, humiliating him even further.
“Your humiliation and useless attempts to struggle just make it even hotter for me, poor baby,” Debbie mocked.
He could not help himself though. In his own mind, he was struggling and fighting. Of course, there was no physical movement that was enough to tell. Only a woman would have known and then only by reading his feelings or thoughts or by feeling the slight movements of his trapped face pressed beneath her ass-cheeks. But, somewhere in his struggles, he forgot to keep licking. She grinned, waiting for that. Turning the power up to twice the level she had used before, she zapped him twice. He bucked helplessly in agony.
“Get as mad as you want but don’t stop licking.”
The pain was overwhelming and he immediately started licking again.
“You stop licking again before I tell you to and I’ll crank the power all the way up and set it to automatically zap you again and again until I feel like shutting it off. You will obey, Mr. Smart-ass Attitude. There is no debate.”
She felt his rage and humiliation as he lapped away, too afraid to disobey, and decided to push his humiliation even further.
“A subjugated boy is a good boy,” she taunted.
She sighed in even more pleasure at his feelings.
“Lick my ass-cheeks,” she said.
As he did so, she purred, “I know you’d kill me if you ever got the chance but how is that ever going to happen, poor baby?”
She was totally mocking him. He knew it but there was nothing he could do about it and she was enjoying every moment of it.
“You have got me so hot,” she taunted. “I’m going to turn around here and you will use that lovely tongue for something that will really please me. To bad you can’t join me in getting relief. What can I say? Life’s a bitch and so am I.”
As his tongue lapped at her swollen pussy lips, she looked down in complete triumph and enjoyment of her own power over him and he knew this was what the rest of his life would be.
Debbie looked down at Doug as he lapped away at her swollen pussy lips.
“Hmm,” she purred, “you can’t hide anything from me baby. I can sense how humiliated you feel. But I can also feel how aroused you are.”
She ran a finger along her thigh.
“Yes, your thoughts are accurate,” she teased. “My thighs are nicely tanned and toned. As much as it hurts, I keep them in shape.”
He was licking all the time she talked, too afraid to stop. Reading his thoughts and feelings allowed her to play him for every conceivable means of humiliation and sexual teasing.
Debbie spread her pussy lips wide as Doug suckled the juices from them.
“Yes, they are warm, wet and delicious,” she purred. “I can feel how hot and bothered this is making you. Why, if you still had a cock, I can feel how you’d love to ram it into my hot, tight, wet pussy again and again and again and again until your balls tightened and you came. Oh, wouldn’t that feel soooo good?”
She looked down into his eyes and then laughed in his face as he silently screamed in frustration and tried to thrust with his dickless crotch. But his licking became even more enthusiastic because of his frustration as she and the women that planned this had known it would. She turned around. His tongue was still buried in her pussy but now her lovely ass-cheeks rubbed over his eyes and upper face.
“Hmm, oh well,” she mocked, “I guess I’ll just have to enjoy an orgasm for both of us.”
He was desperate to the edge of insanity but that sexual desire had to be expressed through licking her pussy and burying his face in her luscious ass-cheeks.
It went on and on, day after week after month as the long-suffering Doug was used as a powerless convenience by Debbie. Then one day, just when all hope was gone, she said, “What if you could get it all back- your arms, your legs, your dick, your voice, your teeth, your normal tongue, your face and everything? What if you could have it all back?”
He did not know what to think. That was impossible.
“What if it’s not impossible?” she said, reading his thoughts. “Science has advanced under female control. What would you give, what would you do, to get it all back?”
“I will do anything,” he thought, “absolutely anything.”
“You understand that whether or not this is allowed is entirely up to me? I own you. Were I to let you have everything back and you disobeyed even once in the slightest way, you would be right back here and never get another chance.”
“Please,” his mind begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” he begged. “I’ll do anything you want, everything you want.”
“Your obedience would have to be total.”
“I’ll obey totally.”
“So you admit that you are a lowly male and that males are the inferior gender and women are superior?”
“Yes I do,” he said.
“Then say it, think it.”
“I am a lowly male and males are inferior to females. Women are superior.”
“You accept female rule?”
“Yes, I accept it,” he thought. “You are superior. You own me.”
“Good,” she laughed. “Then your humbling and subjugation are complete. I never said we could restore your body. I asked what you would give if we could. Maybe in a decade we’ll be able to do it but I still wouldn’t let you have your body parts back. I love my wheelchair accessory too much. But thanks for finally begging and admitting women are superior and rule.”
He silently screamed in even more anguish and helplessness as she smothered his face even deeper beneath her dominating ass, humbling him even more, her triumph over him complete.
This is a set-up for a potential series of stories. Not all of them will necessarily be face-sitting although this first one is. They will, of course, all be Female Domination stories.
For millions of years, the Earth had been passing through some sort of cosmic energy storm. People didn't even know about it until it had passed beyond the Earth and out of the solar system. In its aftermath, the most incredible thing began to happen. Women began to discover that they could read men's minds. They could not control them, just read them. But they could do it on an incredible scale. They could read not only surface thoughts, what a person was consciously thinking at the moment. They could read deeper thoughts, some so subconscious that the man himself wasn't aware of them. Apparently, this ability to read minds was something that women should always have naturally possessed. But the energy of the stellar storm had suppressed the ability for the entire length of human history. Only in the very late twentieth century, with the storm's passing, did women gain the ability which should have always been theirs. With that ability, they gained the positions which should also have rightfully been theirs.
They should have been the brains while men were the brawn. With their newfound ability, they soon were. Women could not read each other's minds. But any woman could read the deepest levels of any man's mind. Within a relatively short time, women began taking over every significant position in government, business and industry. For instance, how could a male president negotiate with a foreign leader who was a woman when she could read every state secret in his mind the moment she met him? How could a nation have a male president when any woman who saw him, even from a distance, could read every piece of knowledge he had in an instant? An emergency meeting had to be held to replace the president with a new female president. Congress and the Supreme Court had to quickly become all-female. Governors and local officials faired no better. Everywhere, at every level of government, women quickly had to take over because the men in government and the population realized the necessity or, in instances where they refused to recognize the necessity, women had to find ways to take over. A man could not hold office when every woman who saw him could perceive all of his dark secrets and use them against him.
Business followed suit for the same basic reasons. The military soon did so too, partly for the same reasons and partly because there was no way for men to outwit women in war. How could they? Any woman could read all the battle strategies in any man's mind. Any woman within sight of a man could read everything he knew. A female spy could simply see a male general for a moment as he walked by on the street and learn all of his secrets and battle plans. Women had to take over the Pentagon. Men had to be banned from all participation in government at any substantial level. No man could be present when an important government meeting took place. Any enemy who wanted the information need merely have a woman see the man for a moment and she would know what he knew. The only solution was that no male could know anything about what went on in government except for what was public knowledge anyway. In business, no man could know anything that the business needed to keep secret. No man could possess any military secrets.
Before long, it was realized that you could not even have men on the battlefield. A woman could spot a man at a distance and read every piece of information he knew, every plan and intention, who his commander was, what the plan was, everything! Soon, it was pointless for men to be involved in the military. They could not be involved in police work or most professions for very similar reasons. Men quickly found that only purely physical jobs, appropriately named 'menial labor,' that required no brainwork were all they were useful for anymore, regardless of what positions they had once held. It had truly become a woman's world!
Women held all of the government, economic, business, industrial, legal, and military and police power! In many respects, men were more subjugated than women had ever been except in the worst times and places on Earth. As time passed, many women finally realized that they were really and forever in control. Some allowed their resentment of former wrongs to effect their choices. Others just enjoyed a world where men were subordinate. Revenge was not a factor for them. They just enjoyed having men in their proper place. But there were many men who simply could not accept the new reality of their subservience to women. They rebelled, often in very violent ways. Finally, a special
meeting and vote was held by women and 'The Great Decision' was made. Within one generation, if trained properly, men could grow up accepting their inferior status. But for the present, any man who refused to accept female rule, even in his thoughts but most especially in his actions, would have to be kept naked, collared and leashed, and forced to obey until they forgot the past and accepted female rule!
Suddenly, decreed by law and enforced by police and military, husbands found themselves kneeling before their wives, unmarried men before their mothers and sisters. An unowned adult male was not acceptable. If possible, such a man's mother or sister would find a woman for him or a woman who wanted him would take him. However, there were some men who had committed crimes against women above and beyond the norm. They were put on display as abject slaves with virtually no rights whatsoever, even the minimal ones that their collared and leashed brothers still had. Each of these males would be turned over to a female supervisor's control.
THE WHEELS OF DESTINY
By Moonboy
At eighteen years old, Doug was a walking attitude. As soon as he was an adult, he had been subjected to every possible training method but even the strictest of training and punishment had not stopped him. He just could not accept female rule as a reality. The world was uniting under female rule and there was no longer a death penalty, not even for men. Maybe that’s why he had the attitude that there was nothing they could really do to him. His mother begged them to send him home for one last chance. She tried but he just talked back. His attitude was that he was an adult and did not have to take orders from her. The fact he was an adult was irrelevant, of course. She was female, he was male. But he talked back and called even his mother and sister insulting names. It was hopeless and even she had to accept it. He went to sleep one night after a big argument with her. He awoke with a start as several police officers walked into his room. He was tasered and knocked out.
Doug had a brief memory of awakening on an operating table. He could not move. There was a moment of panic and pain and a brief glimpse of a doctor looking down at him before the sedation rendered him unconscious again.
When he awoke, Doug felt confused. He seemed to be stuffed inside of some object. He struggled but it was like trying to swim through quicksand. He looked around. If he did not know better, he would swear that he was stuffed inside of some kind of chair but that was impossible. He was looking almost straight up with his head at the back of the chair. He glanced from side to side. The chair arms came all the way down to the chair so he could not see off to the sides but there was no way the chair was wide enough for his arms to fit properly inside of it. He could also see that the chair seat was only about a foot and a half off the floor. Granted he was looking straight up and he felt he was sitting on some soft substance but there was no possible room for his legs. Then the terror struck him. There really was no room. How did they fit his legs into this? How did they fit his arms? He panicked and tried to call for help. No sounds came from his mouth. Also, his tongue shot out when he tried to speak. It was swollen, filling his mouth, and very long.
Doug could do nothing as hours went by. He seemed to be in a hospital room. Finally, a tall shapely brunette woman walked in flanked by two nurses. She looked to be in her early thirties. She walked slowly and winced with every step. The nurses looked ready to catch her. He tried to speak but it was useless. She looked down at him and smiled in spite of her pain. She reached the chair as he silently moved his lips in useless attempts to speak. She turned around and grabbed the arms of the chair. He silently gasped as he saw that, though she wore leggings, her ass and crotch were bare. She had a shapely ass. His eyes widened as her bare ass lowered onto his face. He tried to writhe, to turn his head, but it was as if he had no neck, as if his head was connected directly to his shoulders. His balls ached because her ass was really hot looking. He should be getting hard but he felt no erection occurring. The fit of her ass on his face was absolutely perfect, too perfect. But he had no means of understanding why as she smothered him beneath her posterior. Not only did he feel her weight bearing down on him but his lungs were soon burning for air. He was desperate for oxygen. He lost track of time but it must have been minutes. He was sure he should be unconscious by now. He felt he was somehow getting just enough air to stay alive and conscious. But anyone who has ever held his breath until he felt that he could not hold it for even another second, until one more second is a burning eternity, knows what he felt like. If he could have moved, he would have been flopping in panic with the need for air. That was how he felt for minute after minute, hour after hour.
Doug had guessed right but did not begin to suspect the entire truth. He no longer had arms or legs. He no longer had a voice box. His neck had been altered so that his face aimed straight up and also so there was no length to it. His head rested almost directly on his shoulders. His upper and lower jaws had been separated and his mouth surgically altered so it was twice as large but toothless and his tongue had been injected and altered so it was twice as thick and could extend eight inches beyond his lips. He could still breathe ever so slightly even with his mouth and nose covered because very thin tubes were inserted into his lungs. The tubes extended out from the sides of the chair. His nose had been flattened mostly to get it out of the way. Tubes were inserted into it and the tubes again went out the sides of the chair so he could ever so slightly breathe through his nose too. He felt no erection because he no longer had a penis. But he still had his balls because having unfulfillable sexual desires would make him a more enthusiastic licker. He was being intravenously fed and watered. A catheter went from the stub of his penis to a waste relief system. He was not fed anything that would require any other form of waste relief. He could feel that something, some sort of plug, was shoved up his ass and deep into him but he could do nothing about it. The material he was submerged in felt like some kind of paste. It was so thick he could not have moved around even if he did have arms and legs to move with. It also kept his body nice and clean. His face had been operated on in other ways. His face was wider and his cheeks were bowl-shaped, designed precisely to accommodate the ass-cheeks of his purchaser. His face was custom made for her. He suspected some of these things but knew few of them for sure.
After Doug had spent at least an hour humbled and suffocated beneath the woman’s ass, he felt the chair itself moving. He had no idea how it was moving or where they were going. He tried to scream, to turn his head, to beg her to stand up. As much as he hated female control, he would have begged her to stop if he could have but he could do absolutely nothing as she sat on his face for hour after hour.
Doug thought he would get a break when she slept or went to the bathroom. But there was a place in the middle of the chair that slid aside. She only had to lift up a little bit, sit down again and urinate, wiggling her ass in his face even as she relieved herself. When she was ready to sleep, she pressed a button on a chair arm. A foot-rest sprang up on the front of the chair and the back-rest dropped down, forming a bed. The part he was in remained the same. He had no choice but to suffer silently beneath her. Sometimes, she turned on one side or the other in her sleep. She would grind her hip into his flat mushy nose, causing excruciating pain to him even as his nose acted as padding for her. She would turn onto her stomach and he would have her crotch or lower abdomen pressed onto his face. That only made his balls ache even more with unfulfillable desires as he suffered helplessly beneath her.
By morning, Doug was wondering if she was ever going to get off of him. She rose to a sitting position as the chair’s back rest rose up and the foot-rest lowered. Then he heard the sound as she urinated again while humiliating him by rubbing her ass-cheeks in his face. He felt the chair moving and then it stopped and she slowly rose off of him. His mouth, permanently wide open, gasped gratefully for air. She walked slowly a few steps and set on the toilet. She had to do that for purposes of waste relief that was not urine. Then she cried out in pain as she lifted her knees, stepping into the tub and eased down to a sitting position to take a bath. She almost cried making herself stand up when she was done. She dried and sat on the toilet to get dressed. She wore a shirt, leggings and shoes but, again, nothing from her hips to her thighs. But then why should she since she was always sitting in a wheelchair with a covering over her? He was subjugated beneath her dominating ass for at least twenty-three hours a day.
Doug could not see the world around him because her ass was the world around him. He could only see at all because there were small, dim lights in the chair next to his eyes. The only logic he could see in putting lights down there instead of leaving him in total darkness was so he could see her ass and be tortured by the sight. He had never even seen the place she lived except for the bathroom and that only twice a day or so. He also occasionally saw the bathroom where she worked but nothing else. Even then, he mostly saw the ceiling.
So Doug could see nothing but her ass as she went to work. He assumed she had a van with a lift. But he never saw it. He only heard it. He heard muffled conversations with her co-workers and guessed she worked in an office of some kind. But his knowledge was vague and sketchy at best. He didn’t even know her name. So he was startled when he heard a clear female voice come from small speakers near his ears.
“Hi there,” the voice giggled.
It took a moment for him to realize it had to be the voice of the woman sitting on him.
“You had no way to know this but I have a monitor up here that allows me to see your face whenever I want to. I’m glad because the looks of humiliation, helplessness and frustration on your face are priceless.”
She wiggled a little, enjoying grinding his face beneath her cheeks.
“I will explain to you that I clearly don’t have spinal damage. What I have is nerve damage that makes walking very painful. The reason I’m so toned is because, though it’s very painful, I make myself exercise every day. Don’t worry though; I’ll make you share my pain. I’ll enjoy that. I love putting males in their places, especially young ones with attitudes. Your Mom sold you, as was her right. You will spend the rest of your life here in this wheelchair, armless, legless, dickless, a comfy seat for my ass, helpless, immobile and humiliated. You still think women won’t control you, baby? Isn’t this just delicious?”
Doug tried to moan, to squirm, or to do anything. But he could do absolutely nothing as she wiggled some more, rubbing her cheeks on his face.
“Even better, you will have to use that nice big tongue to actively please me by lapping my ass and even my pussy when I desire it. I know you are thinking that you won’t comply because there is nothing more we can do with you.”
She pushed a button and he felt an electric jolt shoot deep through his ass. She smirked.
“Since we don’t feed you anything that requires the use of that orifice, we have a nice, big dildo shoved up that smart ass of yours. It’s loaded with electronic goodies too. It can administer a lovely electric shock. But then you’ve noticed that already, poor boy.”
He felt like he had been kicked in his aching, overloaded nuts.
“That was one-fourth of the maximum setting,” she said. “Do you want to feel all of it? If you don’t, start running that nice big tongue up the crack of my ass between the cheeks over and over until I tell you to stop.”
His thick, long tongue was hard to control but he made it work and started licking.
“My name is Debbie,” she said. “It really doesn’t matter though. This is a one-way conversation. Poor Dougy can’t talk. Yes, I know what your name was. It’s irrelevant now though. You are just an object, my wheelchair ass lapper.”
He was terrified and furious. He moaned silently beneath her. He thought what a cruel, heartless bitch she was. He heard her laughter then.
“Yes, I am a cruel, heartless bitch- to you. Have you forgotten that women are telepathic? I can feel your feelings and read your thoughts when I want to. However, I can also feel your feelings without reading your specific thoughts. I find it much more enjoyable that you are trapped forever, unable to express any opinions or have any of your attempts at words heard, even telepathically.”
He silently screamed in hopeless, helpless rage.
“Hmm,” she purred. “You’re feelings are delicious. Keep it up. Oh, I’m sorry; you have nothing to ‘keep up’ anymore.”
As she felt his shame, she sighed in pleasure, rubbing her lovely butt-cheeks on his face, humiliating him even further.
“Your humiliation and useless attempts to struggle just make it even hotter for me, poor baby,” Debbie mocked.
He could not help himself though. In his own mind, he was struggling and fighting. Of course, there was no physical movement that was enough to tell. Only a woman would have known and then only by reading his feelings or thoughts or by feeling the slight movements of his trapped face pressed beneath her ass-cheeks. But, somewhere in his struggles, he forgot to keep licking. She grinned, waiting for that. Turning the power up to twice the level she had used before, she zapped him twice. He bucked helplessly in agony.
“Get as mad as you want but don’t stop licking.”
The pain was overwhelming and he immediately started licking again.
“You stop licking again before I tell you to and I’ll crank the power all the way up and set it to automatically zap you again and again until I feel like shutting it off. You will obey, Mr. Smart-ass Attitude. There is no debate.”
She felt his rage and humiliation as he lapped away, too afraid to disobey, and decided to push his humiliation even further.
“A subjugated boy is a good boy,” she taunted.
She sighed in even more pleasure at his feelings.
“Lick my ass-cheeks,” she said.
As he did so, she purred, “I know you’d kill me if you ever got the chance but how is that ever going to happen, poor baby?”
She was totally mocking him. He knew it but there was nothing he could do about it and she was enjoying every moment of it.
“You have got me so hot,” she taunted. “I’m going to turn around here and you will use that lovely tongue for something that will really please me. To bad you can’t join me in getting relief. What can I say? Life’s a bitch and so am I.”
As his tongue lapped at her swollen pussy lips, she looked down in complete triumph and enjoyment of her own power over him and he knew this was what the rest of his life would be.
Debbie looked down at Doug as he lapped away at her swollen pussy lips.
“Hmm,” she purred, “you can’t hide anything from me baby. I can sense how humiliated you feel. But I can also feel how aroused you are.”
She ran a finger along her thigh.
“Yes, your thoughts are accurate,” she teased. “My thighs are nicely tanned and toned. As much as it hurts, I keep them in shape.”
He was licking all the time she talked, too afraid to stop. Reading his thoughts and feelings allowed her to play him for every conceivable means of humiliation and sexual teasing.
Debbie spread her pussy lips wide as Doug suckled the juices from them.
“Yes, they are warm, wet and delicious,” she purred. “I can feel how hot and bothered this is making you. Why, if you still had a cock, I can feel how you’d love to ram it into my hot, tight, wet pussy again and again and again and again until your balls tightened and you came. Oh, wouldn’t that feel soooo good?”
She looked down into his eyes and then laughed in his face as he silently screamed in frustration and tried to thrust with his dickless crotch. But his licking became even more enthusiastic because of his frustration as she and the women that planned this had known it would. She turned around. His tongue was still buried in her pussy but now her lovely ass-cheeks rubbed over his eyes and upper face.
“Hmm, oh well,” she mocked, “I guess I’ll just have to enjoy an orgasm for both of us.”
He was desperate to the edge of insanity but that sexual desire had to be expressed through licking her pussy and burying his face in her luscious ass-cheeks.
It went on and on, day after week after month as the long-suffering Doug was used as a powerless convenience by Debbie. Then one day, just when all hope was gone, she said, “What if you could get it all back- your arms, your legs, your dick, your voice, your teeth, your normal tongue, your face and everything? What if you could have it all back?”
He did not know what to think. That was impossible.
“What if it’s not impossible?” she said, reading his thoughts. “Science has advanced under female control. What would you give, what would you do, to get it all back?”
“I will do anything,” he thought, “absolutely anything.”
“You understand that whether or not this is allowed is entirely up to me? I own you. Were I to let you have everything back and you disobeyed even once in the slightest way, you would be right back here and never get another chance.”
“Please,” his mind begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” he begged. “I’ll do anything you want, everything you want.”
“Your obedience would have to be total.”
“I’ll obey totally.”
“So you admit that you are a lowly male and that males are the inferior gender and women are superior?”
“Yes I do,” he said.
“Then say it, think it.”
“I am a lowly male and males are inferior to females. Women are superior.”
“You accept female rule?”
“Yes, I accept it,” he thought. “You are superior. You own me.”
“Good,” she laughed. “Then your humbling and subjugation are complete. I never said we could restore your body. I asked what you would give if we could. Maybe in a decade we’ll be able to do it but I still wouldn’t let you have your body parts back. I love my wheelchair accessory too much. But thanks for finally begging and admitting women are superior and rule.”
He silently screamed in even more anguish and helplessness as she smothered his face even deeper beneath her dominating ass, humbling him even more, her triumph over him complete.