fionabrown
04-01-2007, 7:53 PM
Been a while since I've been here, hope you all like
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The ad had said "ultimate humiliation". Here he was,
at the door, as arranged. It was such an average
looking house, in a quiet street in the suburbs. He
rang the buzzer. The door opened. "Yes" she asked,
sharply. "I'm Bill" he said, smiling. She was tall
and slim. She led him in, and he followed nervously,
looking at her long legs, and her too-short mini
skirt. She was fairly old, not what he'd expected.
As they passed an open door he peered into the room -
there was an incredibly tall, immensely fat, and very
sweaty woman panting, running on a treadmill.
The tall slim woman led him up the stairs to a room at
the back. It was a comfortable looking room, with a
large television, and a low padded bench in the centre
of the room.
"So, you want to have your face sat on" smirked the
woman. She turned away from him and rubbed her bottom
seductively. Then she faced him with a gleam in her
eyes, and stuck out her hand. He reached into his
pocket and pulled out a wad of notes. Neither of them
said a word. She pointed to the bench.
He started to take his clothes off, and lay down on
the bench while she watched him. Once he was lying
flat on it, she came over slowly and stepped over him.
She leaned forward, her bottom above him, and
fastened a belt around his ankles. He could see right
up her skirt, and as she leaned over her bum cheeks
were stuck out from the skirt. She fastened another
belt around his thighs, a big thick one that went
around the bench too.
He was mesmerised by her bottom, and didn't stop her
fastening the next 3 belts around his body and his
chest. She wiggled her bottom above him.
"You didn't answer my question" she snarled. "You
like having your face sat on?" she said
questioningly. "Y-yes please" he answered. "You
like it long and slow?" she demanded. "Oh yes" he
slurred back at her.
"Do you like to be made to suffer, slave?" she asked,
almost threateningly. "Yes, Mistress, I do".
"Will you do anything Mistress says?" she asked again,
sounding firm. "Of course Mistress" came his
immediate reply. She stepped away from him.
"Mistress is going to see that you get a long, slow
and heavy queening today. Would you like that?". She
smiled at him. "Of course Mistress". She turned on
the television. It was mounted high on the wall so
whoever was in the bench could see it easily. He
looked up to it.
It was the woman downstairs on the treadmill. She was
still running. The picture was of her bottom - it
filled the whole screen. They light grey jogging
trousers were dark with sweat. They watched the tv
for a minute or so, looking at the massive buttocks
jiggling. "Guess what she weighs" commanded Mistress.
"20 stones". Mistress looked angry. "More" she
hinted. "22 stones" ventured slave. "Idiot" she
said. Eventually slave discovered the woman weighed
32 stones.
"Look at this" said Mistress, picking up the remote
control. The screen said "DVD" and the picture
changed immediately. It was the massive woman again,
folding a piece of bread in half. She put it in her
running shoe. Then she squeezed in her massive foot.
Mistress laughed, and switched off the DVD, leaving
slave puzzled.
She left the room for a second, and came back
laughing. She sat down on the couch - slave could not
see her - she was behind his head. A minute later
there was a knock at the door. "Come in" she shouted.
It was the huge woman from the treadmill. She was
almost as tall as the door, and she was easily as
wide. The sweat was dripping from her face. "Yes
Mistress" she asked, quietly.
The tall woman answered. "You can relax now. You can
stop running on the treadmill. Take a seat".
The woman woman looked relieved. "Thank you
Mistress." She took a step towards the couch.
"No, not here. Sit down there, and face me." Slave
could not see where she was pointing. He was about to
find out that she was pointing at his face.
The tall woman didn't hesitate to obey. Without a
moments thought, she stepped over to slave, and
quickly sat down. She was exhausted, and didn't relax
down gently - she was too worn out for that. The full
32 stone weight came down without any thought for
slave.
Her bottom was as wide as slave's whole body was long.
Each massive buttock was easily double the size of
his head, and was thick and flabby - massive buttocks
with a huge deep cleft in between. Her weight was
simply immense. When she sat down, engulfing slave
into her unbelievably sweaty behind, her buttocks
squashed together around his head, constrained by her
jogging trousers. His head vanished into he rear up
to his ears.
The incredible pain, massive compression, and complete
deprivation of air, light, movement, indeed any
senses, took slave by surprise. He could barely think
- his thought processes were stunned into nothingness.
Her weight was simply unimaginable.
He couldn't move a muscle. He could barely struggle,
the belts around him were so tight. He certainly
couldn't turn his head or move her at all. Each
second felt like an eternity. He didn't know how he
could survive.
He quickly realised he needed air. He had to breathe.
But he couldn't express his panic to her in any way
at all.
She was pleased. She was finally getting to sit down
- Mistress had kept her on her feet all day. She was
sitting comfortably, facing Mistress, who looked like
she approved.
After about a minute Mistress sighed. "Bridgette,
stand up for a moment." The huge woman immediately
stood. Released from his suffering, slave began to
gasp in mouthfulls of air. Mistress nodded at
Bridgette. She sat down immediately, once again
instantly compressing slave's face. It was another
full minute before Mistress nodded at Bridgette to get
up. Not a word was said.
Slave gasped in air again. After a few frenzied
moments breathing, he tried to speak. Mistress's eyes
glowed firery and she gave an urgent nod to Bridgette,
who understood the message - sit down fast and hard,
and don't let him speak. She slammed herself down
immediately, silencing slave, and relaxed again.
After a while Mistress nodded, Bridgette stood up, and
slave gasped. Slow to learn, he tried to speak,
Mistress nodded angrily, and Bridgette slammed her
massive bottom down onto slave's face, her immense
weight crushing him with no effort at all.
This went on for a while, until Mistress instructed
Bridgette to remove her trousers and knickers. She
stood up and did so immediately. "Sit" commanded
Mistress. Bridgette sat down, this time her sweaty
buttocks parting around slave's face, plunging him
deep into her oily crack. As she relaxed down, her
buttocks meatily clamped around his head.
"Bridgette, lie back on him now." Bridgette, of
course, did so. Her buttocks were still clamped
around slave's face, his head still wedged deep into
her nasty sweatiness. "Play with yourself. I want
you to cum" ordered Mistress.
Bridgette immediately lowered her fingers to her
wetness, and began to rub. In a few moments, she was
gyrating, dragging slave's face around inside her
buttocks. Her movement occasionally gave slave a
chance to gasp for air, then she'd press down,
screwing his nose into her bottom. It took her a long
while to finally orgasm, and she shuddered fiercely,
slamming her heavy thighs together, punishing slave
even harder.
Bridgette felt slave's penis poking into her back.
Mistress had noticed it too. "Bridgette, get up, and
sit down again, facing away from me." Bridgette, of
course, did so immediately, sitting her sweaty oily
bottom down once again on slave's very red, very
punished face. Her slick buttocks easily engulfed
him.
"Ok Bridgette, use your hand, and stroke him. Use
your spit" commanded Mistress. Bridgette hocked up
some nasty thick spit from the back of her throat into
her hand, and started to stroke slave up and down. He
came quickly, spurting his cum all over the place.
Bridgette stopped, and relaxed back hard onto his face
again.
"Did I tell you to stop? Keep going" Mistress was
angry. Bridgette leaned forward immediately and
resumed her sensuous stroking. Slave couldn't escape,
couldn't struggle, and with Bridgette's 32 stone
bottom around his head, couldn't express his pain.
Bridgette carried on stroking him regardless, aware
that it must be too much for him. She carried on.
After several minutes Mistress allowed her to stop.
"Get up" she commanded.
"Please no more" begged slave. "Please". His voice
was weak.
"OK, on one condition - you eat a snack we've been
preparing" said Mistress.
It had been hours, and slave was desperate.
"Anything" he mumbled.
Mistress nodded to Bridgette and looked at her running
shoe. She understood, and untied the laces. She
hadn't worn any socks, and the bread had all but
vanished. She were a few bits of mush stuck to her
sweaty, dirty foot, and a few bits in the shoe. She
climbed up by the bench, and offered her foot to
slave.
He turned his head away. Bridgette looked at
Mistress, who nodded. Bridgette pressed her foot
firmly into his face now, and then without prompting,
began to press her weight down onto his face. Leaning on the wall she pressed down harder, ignoring slave's screams. She thought about giving him another chance to eat the dirty mush from under her toes, but instead pressed down more, until her huge broad foot was crushing slave's head into the bench as she stood on him fullweight with just one foot.
She lifted off. Slave took a moment to recover, unable at first to lift his crushed head. Then he stuck out his tongue. Bridgette's foot - larger than his face - was immensely sweaty and stinky. He stuck his tongue under her toes where the mushy bread was, having absorbed her sweat all day whilst she was on the treadmill.
As he ate he realised it was the ultimate humiliation.
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x
The ad had said "ultimate humiliation". Here he was,
at the door, as arranged. It was such an average
looking house, in a quiet street in the suburbs. He
rang the buzzer. The door opened. "Yes" she asked,
sharply. "I'm Bill" he said, smiling. She was tall
and slim. She led him in, and he followed nervously,
looking at her long legs, and her too-short mini
skirt. She was fairly old, not what he'd expected.
As they passed an open door he peered into the room -
there was an incredibly tall, immensely fat, and very
sweaty woman panting, running on a treadmill.
The tall slim woman led him up the stairs to a room at
the back. It was a comfortable looking room, with a
large television, and a low padded bench in the centre
of the room.
"So, you want to have your face sat on" smirked the
woman. She turned away from him and rubbed her bottom
seductively. Then she faced him with a gleam in her
eyes, and stuck out her hand. He reached into his
pocket and pulled out a wad of notes. Neither of them
said a word. She pointed to the bench.
He started to take his clothes off, and lay down on
the bench while she watched him. Once he was lying
flat on it, she came over slowly and stepped over him.
She leaned forward, her bottom above him, and
fastened a belt around his ankles. He could see right
up her skirt, and as she leaned over her bum cheeks
were stuck out from the skirt. She fastened another
belt around his thighs, a big thick one that went
around the bench too.
He was mesmerised by her bottom, and didn't stop her
fastening the next 3 belts around his body and his
chest. She wiggled her bottom above him.
"You didn't answer my question" she snarled. "You
like having your face sat on?" she said
questioningly. "Y-yes please" he answered. "You
like it long and slow?" she demanded. "Oh yes" he
slurred back at her.
"Do you like to be made to suffer, slave?" she asked,
almost threateningly. "Yes, Mistress, I do".
"Will you do anything Mistress says?" she asked again,
sounding firm. "Of course Mistress" came his
immediate reply. She stepped away from him.
"Mistress is going to see that you get a long, slow
and heavy queening today. Would you like that?". She
smiled at him. "Of course Mistress". She turned on
the television. It was mounted high on the wall so
whoever was in the bench could see it easily. He
looked up to it.
It was the woman downstairs on the treadmill. She was
still running. The picture was of her bottom - it
filled the whole screen. They light grey jogging
trousers were dark with sweat. They watched the tv
for a minute or so, looking at the massive buttocks
jiggling. "Guess what she weighs" commanded Mistress.
"20 stones". Mistress looked angry. "More" she
hinted. "22 stones" ventured slave. "Idiot" she
said. Eventually slave discovered the woman weighed
32 stones.
"Look at this" said Mistress, picking up the remote
control. The screen said "DVD" and the picture
changed immediately. It was the massive woman again,
folding a piece of bread in half. She put it in her
running shoe. Then she squeezed in her massive foot.
Mistress laughed, and switched off the DVD, leaving
slave puzzled.
She left the room for a second, and came back
laughing. She sat down on the couch - slave could not
see her - she was behind his head. A minute later
there was a knock at the door. "Come in" she shouted.
It was the huge woman from the treadmill. She was
almost as tall as the door, and she was easily as
wide. The sweat was dripping from her face. "Yes
Mistress" she asked, quietly.
The tall woman answered. "You can relax now. You can
stop running on the treadmill. Take a seat".
The woman woman looked relieved. "Thank you
Mistress." She took a step towards the couch.
"No, not here. Sit down there, and face me." Slave
could not see where she was pointing. He was about to
find out that she was pointing at his face.
The tall woman didn't hesitate to obey. Without a
moments thought, she stepped over to slave, and
quickly sat down. She was exhausted, and didn't relax
down gently - she was too worn out for that. The full
32 stone weight came down without any thought for
slave.
Her bottom was as wide as slave's whole body was long.
Each massive buttock was easily double the size of
his head, and was thick and flabby - massive buttocks
with a huge deep cleft in between. Her weight was
simply immense. When she sat down, engulfing slave
into her unbelievably sweaty behind, her buttocks
squashed together around his head, constrained by her
jogging trousers. His head vanished into he rear up
to his ears.
The incredible pain, massive compression, and complete
deprivation of air, light, movement, indeed any
senses, took slave by surprise. He could barely think
- his thought processes were stunned into nothingness.
Her weight was simply unimaginable.
He couldn't move a muscle. He could barely struggle,
the belts around him were so tight. He certainly
couldn't turn his head or move her at all. Each
second felt like an eternity. He didn't know how he
could survive.
He quickly realised he needed air. He had to breathe.
But he couldn't express his panic to her in any way
at all.
She was pleased. She was finally getting to sit down
- Mistress had kept her on her feet all day. She was
sitting comfortably, facing Mistress, who looked like
she approved.
After about a minute Mistress sighed. "Bridgette,
stand up for a moment." The huge woman immediately
stood. Released from his suffering, slave began to
gasp in mouthfulls of air. Mistress nodded at
Bridgette. She sat down immediately, once again
instantly compressing slave's face. It was another
full minute before Mistress nodded at Bridgette to get
up. Not a word was said.
Slave gasped in air again. After a few frenzied
moments breathing, he tried to speak. Mistress's eyes
glowed firery and she gave an urgent nod to Bridgette,
who understood the message - sit down fast and hard,
and don't let him speak. She slammed herself down
immediately, silencing slave, and relaxed again.
After a while Mistress nodded, Bridgette stood up, and
slave gasped. Slow to learn, he tried to speak,
Mistress nodded angrily, and Bridgette slammed her
massive bottom down onto slave's face, her immense
weight crushing him with no effort at all.
This went on for a while, until Mistress instructed
Bridgette to remove her trousers and knickers. She
stood up and did so immediately. "Sit" commanded
Mistress. Bridgette sat down, this time her sweaty
buttocks parting around slave's face, plunging him
deep into her oily crack. As she relaxed down, her
buttocks meatily clamped around his head.
"Bridgette, lie back on him now." Bridgette, of
course, did so. Her buttocks were still clamped
around slave's face, his head still wedged deep into
her nasty sweatiness. "Play with yourself. I want
you to cum" ordered Mistress.
Bridgette immediately lowered her fingers to her
wetness, and began to rub. In a few moments, she was
gyrating, dragging slave's face around inside her
buttocks. Her movement occasionally gave slave a
chance to gasp for air, then she'd press down,
screwing his nose into her bottom. It took her a long
while to finally orgasm, and she shuddered fiercely,
slamming her heavy thighs together, punishing slave
even harder.
Bridgette felt slave's penis poking into her back.
Mistress had noticed it too. "Bridgette, get up, and
sit down again, facing away from me." Bridgette, of
course, did so immediately, sitting her sweaty oily
bottom down once again on slave's very red, very
punished face. Her slick buttocks easily engulfed
him.
"Ok Bridgette, use your hand, and stroke him. Use
your spit" commanded Mistress. Bridgette hocked up
some nasty thick spit from the back of her throat into
her hand, and started to stroke slave up and down. He
came quickly, spurting his cum all over the place.
Bridgette stopped, and relaxed back hard onto his face
again.
"Did I tell you to stop? Keep going" Mistress was
angry. Bridgette leaned forward immediately and
resumed her sensuous stroking. Slave couldn't escape,
couldn't struggle, and with Bridgette's 32 stone
bottom around his head, couldn't express his pain.
Bridgette carried on stroking him regardless, aware
that it must be too much for him. She carried on.
After several minutes Mistress allowed her to stop.
"Get up" she commanded.
"Please no more" begged slave. "Please". His voice
was weak.
"OK, on one condition - you eat a snack we've been
preparing" said Mistress.
It had been hours, and slave was desperate.
"Anything" he mumbled.
Mistress nodded to Bridgette and looked at her running
shoe. She understood, and untied the laces. She
hadn't worn any socks, and the bread had all but
vanished. She were a few bits of mush stuck to her
sweaty, dirty foot, and a few bits in the shoe. She
climbed up by the bench, and offered her foot to
slave.
He turned his head away. Bridgette looked at
Mistress, who nodded. Bridgette pressed her foot
firmly into his face now, and then without prompting,
began to press her weight down onto his face. Leaning on the wall she pressed down harder, ignoring slave's screams. She thought about giving him another chance to eat the dirty mush from under her toes, but instead pressed down more, until her huge broad foot was crushing slave's head into the bench as she stood on him fullweight with just one foot.
She lifted off. Slave took a moment to recover, unable at first to lift his crushed head. Then he stuck out his tongue. Bridgette's foot - larger than his face - was immensely sweaty and stinky. He stuck his tongue under her toes where the mushy bread was, having absorbed her sweat all day whilst she was on the treadmill.
As he ate he realised it was the ultimate humiliation.