faceseatal
11-02-2002, 7:45 AM
When she was through, she shuddered and, looking down, realized she had passed her little slave-seat out once more. Laughing as she arose and left him where he lay.
She crossed to her kitchen and retrieved a bottle of wine. She poured herself a glass and then returned to Alex. She looked down at his sleeping form, plans seething in her mind. This was altogether too much fun for risking her losing him. He might very well go home tonight and decide to never see her again.
She couldn’t take that risk yet. It was too soon. She had to have more time to tie him irrevocably to her and her sadistic passion.
And then she knew what to do. Hurriedly, she went to the far corner of the room. There stood an adjustable bench press she had used for several years for a variety of different exercises. It could slant from the bottom down to the floor and she knew it would be perfect for what she required.
Quickly she sat it in front of her television and levered the cushioned bench down at the lowest angle. Only the portion for the head remained flat.
Next she opened one of her drawers and hurriedly retrieved several nylon cords. Then she dragged Alex over to the bench and laid him against the reclining surface.
“Oh, this is perfect!” she whispered aloud in her excitement. She started at once to tie him firmly into place, with his butt on the carpet, his back on the incline and his head lying squarely on the level section of the bench.
Just when Alex began to wake up, she finished. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, as well as to enjoy the look of dawning realization in Alex’s face as he gained awareness.
The straps held him securely in place, with him even unable to turn his head to the side. He looked up at the ceiling. “Wh-where am I?” he rasped., his voice shaky with fear.
“So soon you forget the rules,” Kara said, shaking her head as she first straddled his prone body and then walked up it to look directly down at him.
She slapped him firmly. “Rule number one, do not speak unless I command,” she reminded him.
Then she moved forward and sat on his face, using the strength of her thighs to make the descent a slow one. She could hear him whimpering slightly as her pussy yawned across his features, appearing like an oxygen mask opening wider and wider as it approached.
Then she settled with a wet, squishy sound, smiling as she felt his nose and mouth enveloped within her vaginal folds.
Alex merely moaned but besides that and a slight quivering over his nude body, he lay quiescently still. Besides, he was thoroughly immobilized and without a doubt at Kara’s absolute mercy-or lack thereof.
“My, this is so comfortable,” Kara laughed as she ground herself over Alex’s helpless, upturned face. “I think I am really going to like this new place for you.”
“Hmmm?: Alex groaned out his question.
“Oh yes,” she answered without hesitation, flexing her buttocks. “This is where you’ll be spending most of your time, didn’t you realize that?”
“MMMMmmmMMMMmmmm!” came Alex’s hidden, muffled reply.
“Is that an objection?” Kara asked.
Silence.
She smiled. “I believe it was an objection. Well, we shall see about that, slave!”
With that, Kara released her soft abdomen and began to pee again. The wine had done its work and she had a good stream built up. She let it go now, laughing luxuriantly in the naughtiness of it all.
“Drink me!” she hissed.
Alex’s only response was a pitiful gurgling sound as his open mouth received its golden libation.
Kara pressed down hard, wriggling slightly. She was careful to keep his mouth carefully positioned so he wouldn’t miss a drop of her piss.
In this she was successful. When she was quite finished, she raised herself up and glanced down at Alex’s red, blinking face. She grunted in satisfaction as she watched him swallow the last desperate mouthful. Not a drop could she see on his face or throat.
“Very good, slave Alex,” she remarked, standing fully up. “You drank it all down, didn’t you? That’s a good boy, drinking all your juice. ”
O-okay, s’nuff…” Alex rasped, his eyes unfocused.
Kara stared at him in open-mouthed rage.
She walked slowly up to him and glared over his prone body. “What do you mean, ‘that’s enough?’” she asked.
Alex remained silent, his gaze becoming less hazy and more clearly fearful.
She stared at him for a bit longer then tightened her lips.
“I think it’s time to watch television,” she said. Then she turned sharply around and picked up the remote. She clicked on the screen and Alex could almost see half of it as he lay bound on his bench.
But then all he could see was Kara.
Or at least, part of her. Her round ass had suddenly filled his vision. It was so much more imposing now, so full and awe-inspiring now that she could straddle him and crouch. He could hear her words over him as his heart began to flutter.
“You are my television seat now Alex,” she said in an iron tone. “And by the way, there will never be ‘enough!’”
With that she sat down, plomping her bottom down heavily over his face.
“Grrrmmmpphhh!” came from Alex as he was smothered. He could feel his nose splurging up between the full relaxed cheeks of her ass. She wriggled heavily, immersing him even further into her naked buttocks.
Then she sat still and relaxed, watching one of the new game shows. It felt sadistically delicious to mentally wander from her domination of Alex. It created an even more intensely erotic experience and it would be hard for her, she knew, to refrain from going with it and cumming right there on his face.
Her seat.
Every few minutes, she rose up a fraction to allow Alex a few desperate gulps of air. Then she would squash back down once more, absorbing his features in her hot bum flesh. It felt so good to have him there and his prodding little nose was proving to be quite enjoyable, wedged as it was so comfortably between her sweaty ass cheeks.
She watched several hours of television, without once getting up more than an inch or two just to keep him alive and conscious. Several times she became so engrossed in what she was watching that she nearly forgot to get up.
Finally, Kara became tired and decided she had had enough. She got up, stifling a yawn.
She observed Alex was only partially conscious, his face a ruddy red. His chest heaved desperately for breath-the first long ones he’d had in quite some time.
She considered masturbating right there on his face until he passed out completely, but she was simply too worn out. Instead, she contented herself with peeing into his mouth one last time. It beat using the toilet and he was, after all, so handy right there.
She was halfway through when he began to realize what was happening. Without hardly a thought she was sitting firmly on his face again and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Choking and gargling he got it all down.
With one final wet wriggle, she got off him and wordlessly went to fetch a heavy blanket. She tossed it over him and smiled. “Time for sleep. Rest well, slave. Tomorrow we’ll really break you in.”
Then she flounced away into the dimly lit hallway and into her bedroom.
Alex was so thoroughly humiliated and exhausted, he only closed his eyes, licked his lips and fell almost immediately asleep.
A year passed. Kara moved her and Alex off-campus to a comfortable condominium. Alex, of course, did all of the moving work. After they were completely moved, things went back to normal. Most of the time Alex never left the house unless it was on some errand of Kara’s. He always came back. Not only had she taken some videos of him and threatened to send copies to everyone he might know, he was hopelessly enslaved to her: mind, body and soul.
And so even though Alex was usually kept as a slave seat and smothered for hours at a time, served as Kara’s toilet and subjected to even worse humiliations, his loyalty to his cruel and domineering mistress never faltered.
Then one night she threw a party with some of her new friends she had met who were also into the “scene” of keeping slaves. Alex waited on each of the four lovely ladies hand and foot, carrying them bottle after bottle of champagne or beer.
Soon everyone was quite tipsy and had to pee. Kara headed off the first one to the bathroom.
“Please, feel free to use the slave,” she said, indicating Alex with a jerk of her thumb and a quick smile.
In no time at all, Alex found himself on the bench and back into his usual position, face-up. He knew better than to object, but he was nervous being in such a helpless condition in the midst of five drunken dominant beauties. Who knew what they could happen?
She crossed to her kitchen and retrieved a bottle of wine. She poured herself a glass and then returned to Alex. She looked down at his sleeping form, plans seething in her mind. This was altogether too much fun for risking her losing him. He might very well go home tonight and decide to never see her again.
She couldn’t take that risk yet. It was too soon. She had to have more time to tie him irrevocably to her and her sadistic passion.
And then she knew what to do. Hurriedly, she went to the far corner of the room. There stood an adjustable bench press she had used for several years for a variety of different exercises. It could slant from the bottom down to the floor and she knew it would be perfect for what she required.
Quickly she sat it in front of her television and levered the cushioned bench down at the lowest angle. Only the portion for the head remained flat.
Next she opened one of her drawers and hurriedly retrieved several nylon cords. Then she dragged Alex over to the bench and laid him against the reclining surface.
“Oh, this is perfect!” she whispered aloud in her excitement. She started at once to tie him firmly into place, with his butt on the carpet, his back on the incline and his head lying squarely on the level section of the bench.
Just when Alex began to wake up, she finished. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, as well as to enjoy the look of dawning realization in Alex’s face as he gained awareness.
The straps held him securely in place, with him even unable to turn his head to the side. He looked up at the ceiling. “Wh-where am I?” he rasped., his voice shaky with fear.
“So soon you forget the rules,” Kara said, shaking her head as she first straddled his prone body and then walked up it to look directly down at him.
She slapped him firmly. “Rule number one, do not speak unless I command,” she reminded him.
Then she moved forward and sat on his face, using the strength of her thighs to make the descent a slow one. She could hear him whimpering slightly as her pussy yawned across his features, appearing like an oxygen mask opening wider and wider as it approached.
Then she settled with a wet, squishy sound, smiling as she felt his nose and mouth enveloped within her vaginal folds.
Alex merely moaned but besides that and a slight quivering over his nude body, he lay quiescently still. Besides, he was thoroughly immobilized and without a doubt at Kara’s absolute mercy-or lack thereof.
“My, this is so comfortable,” Kara laughed as she ground herself over Alex’s helpless, upturned face. “I think I am really going to like this new place for you.”
“Hmmm?: Alex groaned out his question.
“Oh yes,” she answered without hesitation, flexing her buttocks. “This is where you’ll be spending most of your time, didn’t you realize that?”
“MMMMmmmMMMMmmmm!” came Alex’s hidden, muffled reply.
“Is that an objection?” Kara asked.
Silence.
She smiled. “I believe it was an objection. Well, we shall see about that, slave!”
With that, Kara released her soft abdomen and began to pee again. The wine had done its work and she had a good stream built up. She let it go now, laughing luxuriantly in the naughtiness of it all.
“Drink me!” she hissed.
Alex’s only response was a pitiful gurgling sound as his open mouth received its golden libation.
Kara pressed down hard, wriggling slightly. She was careful to keep his mouth carefully positioned so he wouldn’t miss a drop of her piss.
In this she was successful. When she was quite finished, she raised herself up and glanced down at Alex’s red, blinking face. She grunted in satisfaction as she watched him swallow the last desperate mouthful. Not a drop could she see on his face or throat.
“Very good, slave Alex,” she remarked, standing fully up. “You drank it all down, didn’t you? That’s a good boy, drinking all your juice. ”
O-okay, s’nuff…” Alex rasped, his eyes unfocused.
Kara stared at him in open-mouthed rage.
She walked slowly up to him and glared over his prone body. “What do you mean, ‘that’s enough?’” she asked.
Alex remained silent, his gaze becoming less hazy and more clearly fearful.
She stared at him for a bit longer then tightened her lips.
“I think it’s time to watch television,” she said. Then she turned sharply around and picked up the remote. She clicked on the screen and Alex could almost see half of it as he lay bound on his bench.
But then all he could see was Kara.
Or at least, part of her. Her round ass had suddenly filled his vision. It was so much more imposing now, so full and awe-inspiring now that she could straddle him and crouch. He could hear her words over him as his heart began to flutter.
“You are my television seat now Alex,” she said in an iron tone. “And by the way, there will never be ‘enough!’”
With that she sat down, plomping her bottom down heavily over his face.
“Grrrmmmpphhh!” came from Alex as he was smothered. He could feel his nose splurging up between the full relaxed cheeks of her ass. She wriggled heavily, immersing him even further into her naked buttocks.
Then she sat still and relaxed, watching one of the new game shows. It felt sadistically delicious to mentally wander from her domination of Alex. It created an even more intensely erotic experience and it would be hard for her, she knew, to refrain from going with it and cumming right there on his face.
Her seat.
Every few minutes, she rose up a fraction to allow Alex a few desperate gulps of air. Then she would squash back down once more, absorbing his features in her hot bum flesh. It felt so good to have him there and his prodding little nose was proving to be quite enjoyable, wedged as it was so comfortably between her sweaty ass cheeks.
She watched several hours of television, without once getting up more than an inch or two just to keep him alive and conscious. Several times she became so engrossed in what she was watching that she nearly forgot to get up.
Finally, Kara became tired and decided she had had enough. She got up, stifling a yawn.
She observed Alex was only partially conscious, his face a ruddy red. His chest heaved desperately for breath-the first long ones he’d had in quite some time.
She considered masturbating right there on his face until he passed out completely, but she was simply too worn out. Instead, she contented herself with peeing into his mouth one last time. It beat using the toilet and he was, after all, so handy right there.
She was halfway through when he began to realize what was happening. Without hardly a thought she was sitting firmly on his face again and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Choking and gargling he got it all down.
With one final wet wriggle, she got off him and wordlessly went to fetch a heavy blanket. She tossed it over him and smiled. “Time for sleep. Rest well, slave. Tomorrow we’ll really break you in.”
Then she flounced away into the dimly lit hallway and into her bedroom.
Alex was so thoroughly humiliated and exhausted, he only closed his eyes, licked his lips and fell almost immediately asleep.
A year passed. Kara moved her and Alex off-campus to a comfortable condominium. Alex, of course, did all of the moving work. After they were completely moved, things went back to normal. Most of the time Alex never left the house unless it was on some errand of Kara’s. He always came back. Not only had she taken some videos of him and threatened to send copies to everyone he might know, he was hopelessly enslaved to her: mind, body and soul.
And so even though Alex was usually kept as a slave seat and smothered for hours at a time, served as Kara’s toilet and subjected to even worse humiliations, his loyalty to his cruel and domineering mistress never faltered.
Then one night she threw a party with some of her new friends she had met who were also into the “scene” of keeping slaves. Alex waited on each of the four lovely ladies hand and foot, carrying them bottle after bottle of champagne or beer.
Soon everyone was quite tipsy and had to pee. Kara headed off the first one to the bathroom.
“Please, feel free to use the slave,” she said, indicating Alex with a jerk of her thumb and a quick smile.
In no time at all, Alex found himself on the bench and back into his usual position, face-up. He knew better than to object, but he was nervous being in such a helpless condition in the midst of five drunken dominant beauties. Who knew what they could happen?