Problem solved?

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Myron was going through a tremendous internal debate as he sat with his unruffled professional "face" presented to his new client as she explained her problem. "You see doctor, I've struggled with these feelings all my life, and I just don't know what to do!"

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As a young, attractive woman, Myron thought to himself that she shouldn't have any problems. Doesn't she realize that just about any guy would thank his lucky stars to be involved with a young beauty like her? Outwardly Myron had carefully hidden his lustful thoughts about her, and was prepared to hear her version of the great romantic or financial or family or whatever tragedy that was bothering her, and come up with his usual brilliant solution to the problem. He had trained himself to just listen to key words and still have an understanding of whatever he was listening to, allowing him to go off on fantasy excursions in his mind even while appearing to be focused on what his patients were saying. He was doing just that with Katherine, imagining her sitting on his face in the tight faded bluejeans she wore, when he was startled to realize what she was discussing.

"So you see, doc., I don't know why but I've always had this irresistable desire to sit on other people's faces! I'm so ashamed, it's not something I could ever say to anyone, I even feel so guilty saying it here to you!" Myron lost his cool for a moment, covering it up by coughing and excusing himself while he got a sit of water before he was able to compose himself and speak. "Please, Katherine, there's no need for you to feel that way. Trust me, I've heard much worse things, your desires are really not as terrible as you've magnified them to be in your mind. You see, it's natural to judge ourselves very critically and negatively, but fantasies of domination are really..." Kathy cut him off and exclaimed "no, doc., you don't understand. It's not just fantasies, I actually DO sit on other people's faces, I seem to have this kind of mesmerizing power over other people when I get close to them. They just kinda fall under my power, and I end up sitting on their faces. I've almost smothered a couple of female friends, but they keep coming back for more!"

Sitting back in his large, overstuffed chair, Myron relaxed as he realized that Katherine was clearly delusional and was confusing her fantasies with reality. "Now, now Kathy, I know it seems real to you, but in the real world what you're describing just doesn't happen. Let's go into a little of your history, and you'll see how childhood traumas that you might not even remember now have forced you to retreat into an alternate reality where you have power." Myron saw the anger in Kathy's eyes as she lost patience with him for a moment and exclaimed "NO! What I'm telling you is real, I'm not imagining things, I..." suddenly he saw her relax as she sat back with a smile. "I can prove it to you", Kathy said, as she flipped oen her cell-phone. "Marge, could you come in to the doctor's office here for a moment? Yes, it's okay." Kathy looked at me and explained "Marge came with me, she's my neighbor, now you'll see I'm not making this up."

Myron was ready to protest that it wasn't appropriate for her neighbor to come into the therapy session when the door opened and a stunning young blond woman entered hesitantly. She introduced herself to Myron and went to sit in a chair off by itself near where Kathy and Myron sat. Myron started to speak as a way to assert his control, which he felt slipping away, but Kathy cut him off: "listen, I'm doing this to show you that what I'm saying is real! Marge, come sit next to me." Myron could see Marge was hesitant but she did stand up and go sit next to Katherine. He saw a new confidence in Kathy's eyes as she softly said "go on Marge, tell the doctor a little about yourself." It seemed Marge was almost unwilling to tear her eyes from Kathy to look at me, and when she did and spoke it was in weak, halting phrases: "Well doctor, I am Kathy's next door neighbor, and I was glad to keep her company to come and see you today, I...er, ah..., uhh...,ohh!" and with that Marge fell to the floor at Kathy's feet and began pleading. "Please, oh please Kathy, please do it, oh God please!" Myron was shocked at the intensity of Marge's begging, but he noticed the smug, self-confident expression on Kathy's face as she responded: "Please what, Marge? What is it you're asking of me, in front of the doctor in his office no less!" Myron saw the shame and discomfort in Marge's expression as she answered "oh my gosh, you know Kathy, please don't toy with me, I don't care where we are, just please do it!" With a confident smirk Kathy rose her bottom from the seat cushion and spread her thighs apart, and Marge was quick to scramble over on her knees and position herself so that her head was resting on Kathy's seat cushion beneath her, face up.

Myron knew he should say something, stop what was going on, but he was too shocked (and turned on!) to do anything other than sit there with his mouth hanging open as Kathy slowly lowered her ass onto Marge's upturned face. He thought she would balance her weight on her legs and just rest lightly, but was amazed as he saw Kathy sit on her neighbor's face with her full weight. Then, incredibly, Kathy turned her attention back to Myron and resumed their discussion as if Marge wasn't even there, smothering under her ass! " So doc., what do you think now?"Kathy asked, and Myron smiled condescendingly as he replied "I think, young lady, that you have what seems to be a mutually satisfying lesbian relationship with your neighbor, and it's obvious who the top is." Kathy shook her head and tried again to get Myron to understand. "Listen doc,. this has nothin' to do with lesbian sex, Marge is as straight as an arrow, with three kids and a hunk of a husband, who, by the way, has also been under my ass. It's some kinda power I got, and combined with my craving to sit on people's faces it's makin' my life more and more unmanageable. You gotta believe me doc., this is real, and I really need help!"

Myron struggled to control his own arousal as he sneaked glances of Marge's beautiful face struggling for air beneath Kathy's tight denim-covered ass, and was able to project a professional image as he responded in a calm voice: "I'm sure this "power" does feel very real to you, Katherine, but it's nothing more than a case of counter-tranference with projected reverse grandiosity manifesting in atypical borderline personality disorder, and a treatment regimen of psychotropic drugs in high doses combined
with twice-weekly group and individual therapy is my diagnosed plan of action. Now, our time's just about up for today so let's schedule our next appointment, shall we?" Kathy got up and went to stand right next to Myron as she spoke: Why don't you believe what I'm saying? This in not just one case, this happens every time I get close to someone, male or female. You just don't want to..." All of a sudden Kathy saw how uneasy Myron was getting seated so close to where she was now standing, and she smiled as she sat on the arm of Myron's overstuffed chair. Even though the chair was large and dwarfed Myron's small frame as he sat in it, Kathy's perch on the armrest put her inches away from him. "Please, Katherine, I think it's best if you go back and sit over there, not back on your friend's face, but just over there so we can discuss..."
But Kathy saw Myron's resolve weakening as he kept sneaking glances of her form-fitting hips and rear in her faded tight jeans, and when she leaned even closer to Myron his last vestiges of resistance dissolved.

"Is that really what you want, doctor?" Kathy asked as she watched Myron's body slide down the front of his chair, until only his head was left face-up on the seat cushion.
A Harvard-educated, tenured professor, experienced psychiatrist and therapist specializing in compulsive disorders, Myron was reduced to a babbling simpleton as he tried to respond to Kathy's question: "nu..nah.., plea..pl.., sit..si..my fac..pleas..oh, ple..." Kathy decided to toy with him as revenge for his earlier patronizing treatment, as she feigned confusion as to what he was saying. "Excuse me doctor, what is it you want? You can't be asking for any personal contact with me now, can you? Why, that would be totally unprofessional, and I'm sure your medical ethics board would not think too highly of it, now would they? So what is it you're trying to say, doctor?"
A shiver ran down Myron's spine as he recognized the truth of what Kathy was saying, and how she could probably get him in serious trouble just for what had gone on already, but he felt helpless to stop the juggernaught of lust that welled up inside him, the intense craving to have her sit on his face!

After awhile Kathy took pity on Myron as he continued to sit in front of his large chair and stood over him facing his feet and looked over her shoulder down at him. Realizing this self-important doctor might get "handy" once she was seated on his face, Kathy leaned on the back of the chair to raise the front legs and had Myron place his hands palm-up under each leg of the chair. Myron felt the pain in his palms from the weight of the heavy chair as Kathy let it fall back down, and knew it would be multiplied exponentially if Kathy were to sit down, yet he still craved it more than life itself! Kathy did sit, and Myron almost didn't notice the terrible pain in his palms as his face became her seat cushion, and his mounting arousal reached a spasming climax in the crotch of his tailored pants.

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As a young, attractive woman, Myron thought to himself that she shouldn't have any problems. Doesn't she realize that just about any guy would thank his lucky stars to be involved with a young beauty like her? Outwardly Myron had carefully hidden his lustful thoughts about her, and was prepared to hear her version of the great romantic or financial or family or whatever tragedy that was bothering her, and come up with his usual brilliant solution to the problem. He had trained himself to just listen to key words and still have an understanding of whatever he was listening to, allowing him to go off on fantasy excursions in his mind even while appearing to be focused on what his patients were saying. He was doing just that with Katherine, imagining her sitting on his face in the tight faded bluejeans she wore, when he was startled to realize what she was discussing.

"So you see, doc., I don't know why but I've always had this irresistable desire to sit on other people's faces! I'm so ashamed, it's not something I could ever say to anyone, I even feel so guilty saying it here to you!" Myron lost his cool for a moment, covering it up by coughing and excusing himself while he got a sit of water before he was able to compose himself and speak. "Please, Katherine, there's no need for you to feel that way. Trust me, I've heard much worse things, your desires are really not as terrible as you've magnified them to be in your mind. You see, it's natural to judge ourselves very critically and negatively, but fantasies of domination are really..." Kathy cut him off and exclaimed "no, doc., you don't understand. It's not just fantasies, I actually DO sit on other people's faces, I seem to have this kind of mesmerizing power over other people when I get close to them. They just kinda fall under my power, and I end up sitting on their faces. I've almost smothered a couple of female friends, but they keep coming back for more!"

Sitting back in his large, overstuffed chair, Myron relaxed as he realized that Katherine was clearly delusional and was confusing her fantasies with reality. "Now, now Kathy, I know it seems real to you, but in the real world what you're describing just doesn't happen. Let's go into a little of your history, and you'll see how childhood traumas that you might not even remember now have forced you to retreat into an alternate reality where you have power." Myron saw the anger in Kathy's eyes as she lost patience with him for a moment and exclaimed "NO! What I'm telling you is real, I'm not imagining things, I..." suddenly he saw her relax as she sat back with a smile. "I can prove it to you", Kathy said, as she flipped oen her cell-phone. "Marge, could you come in to the doctor's office here for a moment? Yes, it's okay." Kathy looked at me and explained "Marge came with me, she's my neighbor, now you'll see I'm not making this up."

Myron was ready to protest that it wasn't appropriate for her neighbor to come into the therapy session when the door opened and a stunning young blond woman entered hesitantly. She introduced herself to Myron and went to sit in a chair off by itself near where Kathy and Myron sat. Myron started to speak as a way to assert his control, which he felt slipping away, but Kathy cut him off: "listen, I'm doing this to show you that what I'm saying is real! Marge, come sit next to me." Myron could see Marge was hesitant but she did stand up and go sit next to Katherine. He saw a new confidence in Kathy's eyes as she softly said "go on Marge, tell the doctor a little about yourself." It seemed Marge was almost unwilling to tear her eyes from Kathy to look at me, and when she did and spoke it was in weak, halting phrases: "Well doctor, I am Kathy's next door neighbor, and I was glad to keep her company to come and see you today, I...er, ah..., uhh...,ohh!" and with that Marge fell to the floor at Kathy's feet and began pleading. "Please, oh please Kathy, please do it, oh God please!" Myron was shocked at the intensity of Marge's begging, but he noticed the smug, self-confident expression on Kathy's face as she responded: "Please what, Marge? What is it you're asking of me, in front of the doctor in his office no less!" Myron saw the shame and discomfort in Marge's expression as she answered "oh my gosh, you know Kathy, please don't toy with me, I don't care where we are, just please do it!" With a confident smirk Kathy rose her bottom from the seat cushion and spread her thighs apart, and Marge was quick to scramble over on her knees and position herself so that her head was resting on Kathy's seat cushion beneath her, face up.

Myron knew he should say something, stop what was going on, but he was too shocked (and turned on!) to do anything other than sit there with his mouth hanging open as Kathy slowly lowered her ass onto Marge's upturned face. He thought she would balance her weight on her legs and just rest lightly, but was amazed as he saw Kathy sit on her neighbor's face with her full weight. Then, incredibly, Kathy turned her attention back to Myron and resumed their discussion as if Marge wasn't even there, smothering under her ass! " So doc., what do you think now?"Kathy asked, and Myron smiled condescendingly as he replied "I think, young lady, that you have what seems to be a mutually satisfying lesbian relationship with your neighbor, and it's obvious who the top is." Kathy shook her head and tried again to get Myron to understand. "Listen doc,. this has nothin' to do with lesbian sex, Marge is as straight as an arrow, with three kids and a hunk of a husband, who, by the way, has also been under my ass. It's some kinda power I got, and combined with my craving to sit on people's faces it's makin' my life more and more unmanageable. You gotta believe me doc., this is real, and I really need help!"

Myron struggled to control his own arousal as he sneaked glances of Marge's beautiful face struggling for air beneath Kathy's tight denim-covered ass, and was able to project a professional image as he responded in a calm voice: "I'm sure this "power" does feel very real to you, Katherine, but it's nothing more than a case of counter-tranference with projected reverse grandiosity manifesting in atypical borderline personality disorder, and a treatment regimen of psychotropic drugs in high doses combined
with twice-weekly group and individual therapy is my diagnosed plan of action. Now, our time's just about up for today so let's schedule our next appointment, shall we?" Kathy got up and went to stand right next to Myron as she spoke: Why don't you believe what I'm saying? This in not just one case, this happens every time I get close to someone, male or female. You just don't want to..." All of a sudden Kathy saw how uneasy Myron was getting seated so close to where she was now standing, and she smiled as she sat on the arm of Myron's overstuffed chair. Even though the chair was large and dwarfed Myron's small frame as he sat in it, Kathy's perch on the armrest put her inches away from him. "Please, Katherine, I think it's best if you go back and sit over there, not back on your friend's face, but just over there so we can discuss..."
But Kathy saw Myron's resolve weakening as he kept sneaking glances of her form-fitting hips and rear in her faded tight jeans, and when she leaned even closer to Myron his last vestiges of resistance dissolved.

"Is that really what you what, doctor?" Kathy asked as she watched Myron's body slide down the front of his chair, until only his head was left face-up on the seat cushion.
A Harvard-educated, tenured professor, experienced psychiatrist and therapist specializing in compulsive disorders, Myron was reduced to a babbling simpleton as he tried to respond to Kathy's question: "nu..nah.., plea..pl.., sit..si..my fac..pleas..oh, ple..." Kathy decided to toy with him as revenge for his earlier patronizing treatment, as she feigned confusion as to what he was saying. "Excuse me doctor, what is it you want? You can't be asking for any personal contact with me now, can you? Why, that would be totally unprofessional, and I'm sure your medical ethics board would not think too highly of it, now would they? So what is it you're trying to say, doctor?"
A shiver ran down Myron's spine as he recognized the truth of what Kathy was saying, and how she could probably get him in serious trouble just for what had gone on already, but he felt helpless to stop the juggernaught of lust that welled up inside him, the intense craving to have her sit on his face!

After awhile Kathy took pity on Myron as he continued to sit in front of his large chair and stood over him facing his feet and looked over her shoulder down at him. Realizing this self-important doctor might get "handy" once she was seated on his face, Kathy leaned on the back of the chair to raise the front legs and had Myron place his hands palm-up under each leg of the chair. Myron felt the pain in his palms from the weight of the heavy chair as Kathy let it fall back down, and knew it would be multiplied exponentially if Kathy were to sit down, yet he still craved it more than life itself! Kathy did sit, and Myron almost didn't notice the terrible pain in his palms as his face became her seat cushion, and his mounting arousal reached a spasming climax in the crotch of his tailored pants.
As a young, attractive woman, Myron thought to himself that she shouldn't have any problems. Doesn't she realize that just about any guy would thank his lucky stars to be involved with a young beauty like her? Outwardly Myron had carefully hidden his lustful thoughts about her, and was prepared to hear her version of the great romantic or financial or family or whatever tragedy that was bothering her, and come up with his usual brilliant solution to the problem. He had trained himself to just listen to key words and still have an understanding of whatever he was listening to, allowing him to go off on fantasy excursions in his mind even while appearing to be focused on what his patients were saying. He was doing just that with Katherine, imagining her sitting on his face in the tight faded bluejeans she wore, when he was startled to realize what she was discussing.

"So you see, doc., I don't know why but I've always had this irresistable desire to sit on other people's faces! I'm so ashamed, it's not something I could ever say to anyone, I even feel so guilty saying it here to you!" Myron lost his cool for a moment, covering it up by coughing and excusing himself while he got a sit of water before he was able to compose himself and speak. "Please, Katherine, there's no need for you to feel that way. Trust me, I've heard much worse things, your desires are really not as terrible as you've magnified them to be in your mind. You see, it's natural to judge ourselves very critically and negatively, but fantasies of domination are really..." Kathy cut him off and exclaimed "no, doc., you don't understand. It's not just fantasies, I actually DO sit on other people's faces, I seem to have this kind of mesmerizing power over other people when I get close to them. They just kinda fall under my power, and I end up sitting on their faces. I've almost smothered a couple of female friends, but they keep coming back for more!"

Sitting back in his large, overstuffed chair, Myron relaxed as he realized that Katherine was clearly delusional and was confusing her fantasies with reality. "Now, now Kathy, I know it seems real to you, but in the real world what you're describing just doesn't happen. Let's go into a little of your history, and you'll see how childhood traumas that you might not even remember now have forced you to retreat into an alternate reality where you have power." Myron saw the anger in Kathy's eyes as she lost patience with him for a moment and exclaimed "NO! What I'm telling you is real, I'm not imagining things, I..." suddenly he saw her relax as she sat back with a smile. "I can prove it to you", Kathy said, as she flipped oen her cell-phone. "Marge, could you come in to the doctor's office here for a moment? Yes, it's okay." Kathy looked at me and explained "Marge came with me, she's my neighbor, now you'll see I'm not making this up."

Myron was ready to protest that it wasn't appropriate for her neighbor to come into the therapy session when the door opened and a stunning young blond woman entered hesitantly. She introduced herself to Myron and went to sit in a chair off by itself near where Kathy and Myron sat. Myron started to speak as a way to assert his control, which he felt slipping away, but Kathy cut him off: "listen, I'm doing this to show you that what I'm saying is real! Marge, come sit next to me." Myron could see Marge was hesitant but she did stand up and go sit next to Katherine. He saw a new confidence in Kathy's eyes as she softly said "go on Marge, tell the doctor a little about yourself." It seemed Marge was almost unwilling to tear her eyes from Kathy to look at me, and when she did and spoke it was in weak, halting phrases: "Well doctor, I am Kathy's next door neighbor, and I was glad to keep her company to come and see you today, I...er, ah..., uhh...,ohh!" and with that Marge fell to the floor at Kathy's feet and began pleading. "Please, oh please Kathy, please do it, oh God please!" Myron was shocked at the intensity of Marge's begging, but he noticed the smug, self-confident expression on Kathy's face as she responded: "Please what, Marge? What is it you're asking of me, in front of the doctor in his office no less!" Myron saw the shame and discomfort in Marge's expression as she answered "oh my gosh, you know Kathy, please don't toy with me, I don't care where we are, just please do it!" With a confident smirk Kathy rose her bottom from the seat cushion and spread her thighs apart, and Marge was quick to scramble over on her knees and position herself so that her head was resting on Kathy's seat cushion beneath her, face up.

Myron knew he should say something, stop what was going on, but he was too shocked (and turned on!) to do anything other than sit there with his mouth hanging open as Kathy slowly lowered her ass onto Marge's upturned face. He thought she would balance her weight on her legs and just rest lightly, but was amazed as he saw Kathy sit on her neighbor's face with her full weight. Then, incredibly, Kathy turned her attention back to Myron and resumed their discussion as if Marge wasn't even there, smothering under her ass! " So doc., what do you think now?"Kathy asked, and Myron smiled condescendingly as he replied "I think, young lady, that you have what seems to be a mutually satisfying lesbian relationship with your neighbor, and it's obvious who the top is." Kathy shook her head and tried again to get Myron to understand. "Listen doc,. this has nothin' to do with lesbian sex, Marge is as straight as an arrow, with three kids and a hunk of a husband, who, by the way, has also been under my ass. It's some kinda power I got, and combined with my craving to sit on people's faces it's makin' my life more and more unmanageable. You gotta believe me doc., this is real, and I really need help!"

Myron struggled to control his own arousal as he sneaked glances of Marge's beautiful face struggling for air beneath Kathy's tight denim-covered ass, and was able to project a professional image as he responded in a calm voice: "I'm sure this "power" does feel very real to you, Katherine, but it's nothing more than a case of counter-tranference with projected reverse grandiosity manifesting in atypical borderline personality disorder, and a treatment regimen of psychotropic drugs in high doses combined
with twice-weekly group and individual therapy is my diagnosed plan of action. Now, our time's just about up for today so let's schedule our next appointment, shall we?" Kathy got up and went to stand right next to Myron as she spoke: Why don't you believe what I'm saying? This in not just one case, this happens every time I get close to someone, male or female. You just don't want to..." All of a sudden Kathy saw how uneasy Myron was getting seated so close to where she was now standing, and she smiled as she sat on the arm of Myron's overstuffed chair. Even though the chair was large and dwarfed Myron's small frame as he sat in it, Kathy's perch on the armrest put her inches away from him. "Please, Katherine, I think it's best if you go back and sit over there, not back on your friend's face, but just over there so we can discuss..."
But Kathy saw Myron's resolve weakening as he kept sneaking glances of her form-fitting hips and rear in her faded tight jeans, and when she leaned even closer to Myron his last vestiges of resistance dissolved.

"Is that really what you what, doctor?" Kathy asked as she watched Myron's body slide down the front of his chair, until only his head was left face-up on the seat cushion.
A Harvard-educated, tenured professor, experienced psychiatrist and therapist specializing in compulsive disorders, Myron was reduced to a babbling simpleton as he tried to respond to Kathy's question: "nu..nah.., plea..pl.., sit..si..my fac..pleas..oh, ple..." Kathy decided to toy with him as revenge for his earlier patronizing treatment, as she feigned confusion as to what he was saying. "Excuse me doctor, what is it you want? You can't be asking for any personal contact with me now, can you? Why, that would be totally unprofessional, and I'm sure your medical ethics board would not think too highly of it, now would they? So what is it you're trying to say, doctor?"
A shiver ran down Myron's spine as he recognized the truth of what Kathy was saying, and how she could probably get him in serious trouble just for what had gone on already, but he felt helpless to stop the juggernaught of lust that welled up inside him, the intense craving to have her sit on his face!

After awhile Kathy took pity on Myron as he continued to sit in front of his large chair and stood over him facing his feet and looked over her shoulder down at him. Realizing this self-important doctor might get "handy" once she was seated on his face, Kathy leaned on the back of the chair to raise the front legs and had Myron place his hands palm-up under each leg of the chair. Myron felt the pain in his palms from the weight of the heavy chair as Kathy let it fall back down, and knew it would be multiplied exponentially if Kathy were to sit down, yet he still craved it more than life itself! Kathy did sit, and Myron almost didn't notice the terrible pain in his palms as his face became her seat cushion, and his mounting arousal reached a spasming climax in the crotch of his tailored pants.

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sorry I messed up trying to post-hope the story is enjoyable

[cyberwop]

I loved it!!! Thanks.

You should continue the story the face sit herione with super powers. Some grovelling humiliation with nude facesitting would be great.

Thanks for a great story.

[faceseat4jeans]

I will soon as I have the time.

Hey, how do you guys get those GREAT pictures to accompany your names?

[equidum]

Wahoooooohhhhhh..... Keep going, DOCTOR !!!

(Thank you)²

Equidum

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Originally posted by faceseat4jeans
I will soon as I have the time.

Hey, how do you guys get those GREAT pictures to accompany your names?

Go to user cp at the top of the page, then to edit options. At the bottem of the page you can load up a avitar.

It needs to be pretty small. I used irfanview [free download] to resize the pic's.



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Kathy walked confidently down the street after leaving the doctor's office, with Marge trailing submissively behind. Although she'd realized on some level that she had the power to make other people feel weak and desirous of nothing more than to have their face under her ass, it suddenly dawned on Kathy the incredible options that were available to her. The possibilities had her thoughts racing as she increased her pace, totally disregarding her neighbor Marge as if she didn't even exist.

Breaking into a short run to catch up, Marge called after Kathy “wait up Kath, c'mon, please!” and almost bumped into Kathy as she suddenly stopped short and exclaimed “Mellissa! Ha, why didn't I think of this sooner.” Mellissa had been Kathy's rival all through school, even taking away and marrying Kathy's favorite boyfriend. Treating Marge as her servant and ordering her to track down Mellissa's address and phone number, Kathy stopped in a coffee shop while she waited for Marge's return.

Marge rushed to use her cell-phone and a local library to get the information on Mellissa Kathy wanted. She didn't know why she felt it was so imperative to satisfy Kathy's demands, but as she remembered with shame her compulsion to have her face used by Kathy as her seat cushion she knew she'd do anything to satisfy that craving again. Meanwhile, Kathy was being waited on by a snotty young waitress at the diner. “C'mon lady, you decide what ya want yet?” Kathy smiled self-confidently as she replied “just a cup of coffee, thank you.” The waitress groaned under her breath and made a face as she muttered “oh great, the last of the big spenders!” When she returned with the coffee and placed it on the table, Kathy remarked “oh miss, the table is wobbling, could you put some napkins under this leg so my coffee doesn't spill?” as she pointed to the table leg in front of her.

With another groan, the waitress folded up a napkin and got down on her knees in front of Kathy to put the napkin under the table leg. “Thank you so much” Kathy remarked as she leaned over so she was closer to the waitress' kneeling body. Kathy saw by the badge on the waitress' lapel that her name was Amy, and a smug smile broke out on Kathy's face as she saw the waitress shudder and look up at her with an unmistakable expression of lust and desire. “I think you can get to do what you want if you get under the table a little more” Kathy 'suggested', and Amy obediently scooted further under the long table until she was completely hidden beneath it. Placing her hands on the table top for support, Kathy raised her bottom and giggled as she felt the waitress rush to position her head face-up on the seat cushion beneath her ass. Settling her faded bluejean-covered rear square on Amy's face, Kathy giggled as she heard the faint muffled groans from beneath her bottom. “Do you still feel like being rude to me, Amy?” Kathy questioned in mock seriousness.

Just then Kathy saw Marge race into the front door of the diner, rushing over when she saw where Kathy was sitting. Not even realizing Kathy was using the waitress' face as her seat cushion, Marge sat across from her and subserviently relayed the information Kathy had asked for. The manager rushed over, asking if Kathy or Marge had given the waitress their orders. Kathy replied “yes, thank you. I'm just having coffee for now, we'll be leaving soon.” Looking distracted, the manager of the diner commented “fine, I don't know what happened to my waitress, if she's taking another break...” as he walked off.

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As Kathy sat back and looked over the information Marge had found out about her old rival Mellissa, Marge beamed with pride as she saw the satisfied look on Kathy's face. Just then Marge heard the muffled groans of Amy coming from beneath the table as she smothered under the full weight of Kathy's ass. “Mmphh, ummph, mphhh,...”. Marge's questioning look was met with Kathy's straight-faced explanation: “yeah, just teachin' the rude waitress some manners!”

Amy was in her own private version of hell, and the weirdest thing was she felt she never wanted to leave! In the darkness under the table Amy couldn't actually see Kathy's ass seated heavily on her upturned face, but could tell by her sense of touch that the center seam of Kathy's faded tight bluejeans was running right up the middle of her face. She could just barely breathe under the smothering weight of Kathy's ass as she heard the two women have a casual conversation while they sat above her. She knew she was in trouble with her manager, and would probably be fired if he found out she was lying on the floor under a table with a customer sitting on her face, but for some reason her overwhelming need was to stretch out her present reality as long as possible!

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Finally, Kathy collected her things and got up to leave. Marge threw a few dollars on the table and hurried to follow Kathy out the door, shocked to realize she actually felt jealous of the flustered waitress she saw brushing herself off as she rose and sneaked into the ladies room to restore her appearance. Once they got outside, Kathy smiled as she explained to Marge her plan to get Mellissa.

Kathy was eager to have her old schoolmate and rival Mellissa submit to her, so she had special plans to degrade that stuck-up bitch. But she knew the hatred between the two might not allow for a situation where she could get close enough to Mellissia for her power to work, so the plan she came up with was for Marge to go to Mellissa's door taking a poll and fainting. Kathy would arrive, disguised with glasses and a scarf covering part of her face, and kneel down beside Mellissa to help. The rest would be history. Mellissa as her human face-seat cushion history, that is!

And so it came to pass. Marge, who under the power and influence of Kathy's appealing ass was little more than her servile lackey, performed flawlessly. “Oh my, are you alright?” Mellissa cried with alarm as Marge suddenly collapsed at her feet. As she dropped to her knees beside Marge, Kathy appeared and stood right next to Mellissa's kneeling form. “What's wrong with her?” Kathy asked innocently, and Mellissa looked up with gratitude that someone else was there to help. Mellissa didn't recognize her as her old school enemy, and Kathy was about to say something to continue the ruse when she saw a change come over Mellissa's features. “She's collaps...she fell..., she uhh...” Kathy could see the struggle going on inside Mellissa's brain, and she wanted to make it as painful and humiliating as possible for her old enemy, so she turned her body away from Mellissa using the pretense of examining the molding around the door. As a result Kathy's ass was presented right in front of Mellissa's face, just inches away!

Mellissa's pride and strong will were no match for the close proximity of Kathy's ass, and she fell to her hands and knees before Kathy as her neck strained to bring her face closer to Kathy's addictive rear cheeks showcased in her skintight faded bluejeans. Kathy laughed as she took off her disguise and said “well hello, Mellissa, how nice to see you again! I always knew you were a slut, but are you actually trying to put your face in my ass?” Marge was off to the side by now, and she watched in awe as she saw Mellissa's face redden in shame. “Oh god Kathy, it's you! I...I...I don't care, yes, yes, please let me, please, I need to, please, oh...”

Kathy laughed as she saw the struggle going on inside of Mellissa's head. What shame and revulsion she must be feeling, Kathy thought, to not be able to resist humbling herself before her old enemy. “What do you need to do, cunt? You don't mind if I call you cunt, do you? Ha, ha, ha!” Mellissa grit her teeth as if to stop herself from speaking, but the words came out: “No, no, that's alright Kathy, just please let me, I need to, god Kathy please sit on my face!”Kathy was about to deny her old enemy the pleasure she knew would be the result of sitting on her face, when suddenly she felt a sensation in her stomach that changed her mind. “My pleasure, bitch” Kathy said as she grabbed Mellissa's hair and pulled her face into her ass, cutting loose with a smelly fart at the same time! Mellissa gagged from the putrid odor of Kathy's fart, but was unable to move her face away as she was maneuvered so Kathy's full weight rested on her face.
Kathy turned to Marge and remarked “I always knew that Mellissa was a real sleaze, look at her snorting up the smelly gas from the franks and beans I had earlier. Ha, what a pig!” Marge had to agree and couldn't help giggling, even as she could empathize with the compulsive feeling of needing to surrender to Kathy's magnificent ass. Mellissa was in shock as she felt humiliated and shamed as never before, while at the same time being more aroused than she could ever remember!