My Superior Soulmate

[faceseat4jeans]

My Superior Soulmate

I've always enjoyed helping other people, and I guess I have a kind of laid back, submissive personality. I'm pretty comfortable being the way I am in most respects, but romantically I've led a very frustrated life, since most women I've dated go from appreciating my sensitivity to taking advantage of me pretty quickly. To be honest, I don't mind being seen and treated as inferior by them and maybe even subconsciously invite this treatment, but they soon dump me after getting whatever they can from me.

My dream has always been to meet an attractive woman who has feelings that mirror mine, as far as personality and especially regarding a secret fetish kind of desire I've had since childhood: to be used by a selfish, uncaring other as a seat cushion! I always knew in my heart that there had to be someone out there that would not only indulge but savor and relish my surrender to her superiority, and see using me as a living cushion beneath her as not only acceptable but appropriate. As I got older, I refused to accept the reality despite countless failed attempts at relationships, and resorted to paid role-play professionals to satisfy my cravings. I even hired guys to dominate and degrade me this way, since even though I'm mainly into women sexually, the realism was more intense with a guy. But these paid sessions never really satisfied, and as I reached middle age I began to resign myself to the fact that I may never find that soulmate I always dreamed of.

Working at a community service center, my easygoing manner led me to the job of doing the intake evaluations for new people coming in for help. We didn't do long-term therapy, but could offer short-term counseling for people with an assortment of problems. It was a sunny weekday afternoon when Jessica came in, looking like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. She filled out the initial form and took a seat, and I couldn't help admiring how her faded jeans fit snugly to her shapely legs and rear. I quickly turned away and busied myself with some paperwork, knowing I couldn't show any interest or attraction to a new client, but when our clerk at the front desk called me over I could feel my heart race.

I was given Jessica's form and as I invited her in to the private counseling room I prayed I'd be able to put aside my physical attraction for her so I could help her with whatever her problem was. As it turned out, she was fine in a lot of respects, having a decent job and family situation, health status, etc. She still seemed hesitant to talk about her problem, and I gently suggested she might be more comfortable with a woman to talk to. That's when her dam seemed to break wide open, and the words came rushing out:

“No! That's not it, don't you see, the problem's the same whether I'm dealing with a man or a woman, it's not the gender, it's my feelings, my desires! I don't know what I'm gonna do!” I was experienced enough to know this was a time for me to be quiet and listen, giving non-verbal cues that I was open and accepting of whatever she had to say. I sat back with my body in an open position and nodded slightly with a gentle smile. I saw her take a deep breath. “Okay, this here conversation's private, right? Nothing I say's repeated outside this room, right?” When I assured her that was the case, she seemed to relax a bit and began speaking with a passionate urgency that seemed to indicate the feelings and desires were being liberated from deep within her.

[faceseat4jeans]

As Jessica began to describe her problem, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She knew she was an attractive young woman (she looked about 10 years younger than me), but she explained that from an early age she had an overwhelming desire to sit on other peoples faces! The words began pouring out of her as she seemed so relieved to actually be talking about feelings and desires she'd probably supressed all her life, and as she continued describing her problems caused by this obsession her descriptions became more graphic:

“So I went from wrestling my playmates, male and female, down and sitting on their heads and faces to only going out with guys that would perform oral sex on me, as I got older. And while I enjoyed being eaten by a talented tongue, my real pleasure came when I would maneuver whoever was licking and sucking me so their head was under my ass. I bought a pair of thumb cuffs in a novelty store and I got pretty good at snappin' them on someone before they knew what was going on, so that their hands were immobilized behind their back. Then I'd slip my jeans back on while I'd mock them that I needed a rest from all that pleasure and so I was gonna turn their face into my personal seat cushion! I used to love to bury their faces deep up the crack of my ass in the old faded soft bluejeans I always used to wear and still do, and sit on their face full-weight! My gosh, Mr. Weiner, that's always been such a turn-on for me, I'm getting' all aroused just thinkin' about it!

I was dying for Jessica to continue with her descriptions, but sensed she was expecting some kind of reaction and response from me to what she'd said. I understood exactly her feelings (if from the other side of the fence), but decided if I feigned ignorance it would draw out more details and exlanations. “Now, now Jessica, I know it seems terrible to you, but actually fantasies have been accepted and even encouraged by modern schools of therapy, and even actual dominant and submissive role-playing is now recognized as both healthy and enriching to ones' sexual life. So you see, Jessica, there's really no prob...”

“No, Mr. Weiner, you don't get it. First of all, I only get turned on if the person I'm sitting on doesn't want me to. I've gotten pretty good at controlling other people despite my slim size, and I love the feeling of physically dominating someone to the point where they surrender out of exhaustion. Then, to slowly lower my blue jean ass down on their nose and sit with all my weight right on their puss! I mean gawd Mr. Weiner, it just don't get no better than that!”

And secondly, when I do this face-sitting y'know, full weight, I get off so much by feeling the person under my ass suffocating. I mean really suffocating! There's already been a few people that lost consciousness under my ass, with their noses buried in my bluejean asscrack. Mr. Weiner, I'm afraid I'm gonna kill somebody, but I'm still not willing to stop!

[CT face smother lover]

Wow, hot story so far. Where can I meat this woman!?

[ibeboo]

Great start!!! Can't wait for more!!!!:D

[faceseat4jeans]

An incredible amount of feelings raced through me as I sat in the counseling room with this new intake, an attractive woman whose problem was that she had desires that exactly mirrored my own! It took all my willpower to resist confessing to her that I've always fantasized about a woman just like her and beg her to use my face as her seat for as long as she wanted, but my rational sober thinking won out as I somehow maintained my composure.

“I hear you and understand what distress these desires must have caused in your life, and I do want to remind you that, despite your self-denigration, you actually haven't killed or even seriously hurt anyone. People often have desires and fantasies that, as responsible adults, they would never actually do. Actually, your self-restraint is admirable, and a process of replacing these desires with more acceptable...” Jessica interrupted me again:

“Listen, Mr. Weiner, you're just not getting it. These desires are getting stronger and more twisted each day, and you think I haven't tried substituting 'more acceptable' behaviors and desires? It's no use, I should never have even come here!” and with that Jessica got up out of her seat to leave. I panicked and shouted “NO!” in a pleading tone. It was totally inappropriate, but it was enough to stop her in her tracks. “I'm sorry for raising my voice” I said, “but I beg you to allow this process to develop a little further. I don't often say this, but I can virtually guarantee we can help you here.”

Jessica stared into my eyes with powerful intensity for a long, silent stretch before she finally responded: “Beggin' me, huh? I get enough beggin' from my seat cushions, I need you to show me that you understand my problem. You prove to me that you do and I'll give this a chance, but I need to see some proof!” I thought she must have understood my use of the word begging was as a figure of speech, but then again maybe se had picked up on my complimentary affinity to her dominant tastes. I knew I had to come up with something fast or she would be out of there, but I also knew to reveal my private perversions to her would be completely unacceptable professionally. It would also put my whole career and community standing in danger. In full awareness of these concerns, I looked Jessica straight in the eyes as I spoke:

“I understand your skepticism, young lady, and what I'm about to tell you will prove that I also have a real understanding of your problem. More than a simple understanding, actually, more like a very real empathy!” I saw the realization wash over Jessica's face slowly, and a smile came to her face slowly as well. “Words are cheap” was all she said, but her message was clear. I knew the door to the room was locked to preclude outside interruptions, and without even making a conscious decision I felt myself sliding from my seat to my knees. At this point no words were needed from either of us as Jessica rose from her chair to allow me to crawl over and position my upturned face on the chair seat cushion.

[al-uk]

This is great...

if only I could meet such a girl.....!!!!

[faceseat4jeans]

In all honesty, I must admit that I have no recollection of my thoughts in that space of time when I slid from my chair to my knees in that counseling room, crawling over to where the new client I was doing an intake on as a prelude to short-term counseling was standing. Jessica stood with her hands on her hips looking down on me as I positioned myself so my head was on the seat-cushion of the chair she had just risen from. She had explained that her life-long desire, and source of increasing unmanageability in her life, was her compulsive need to subjugate others physically and use their faces as her seat cushion! My behavior was done to convince her that I had a real understanding and appreciation of what she was 'into', but a part of me also wanted to show her I could really connect with her feelings on more than an intellectual level. Another part of me wanted to share my secret desires with her as she had hers with me, even though my rational mind screamed that this was not only unnecessary but very risky as well.

Afraid to look her in the eye, I placed my hands on the floor with the palms face-up on either side of me in a clear symbolic posture of surrender. My inner voice screamed at me to say something to defuse and normalize the situation, but I suddenly felt myself unable (or was it just unwilling?) to speak. Without a word, Jessica moved to stand over me and stood with her feet on either side of my thighs. As I looked up at her perfect ass showcased in her tight faded bluejeans I felt my arousal grow, quite literally, until I'm sure she noticed the twitching movements in my pants crotch. I saw her shift her position slightly and then felt the heel of her sneaker soles press down hard on first one of my palms, then the other so that both of my hands were painfully pinned under her weight.

I could hear the smirk on her face as Jessica spoke softly to me as she bent her knees and slowly lowered her ass over my face: “Well, well, I guess maybe you really do understand, Mr. Weiner. Heh, heh, heh, take a deep breath, you're gonna need it!” My heart was racing with a combination of excitement, lust and fear as the precious soft, faded material covering the cheeks of her ass first touched, then molded itself to the contours of my face as Jessica sat down on my upturned face! I had been trying to deal with the pain in my hands as her heels twisted and pressed down mercilessly on my upturned palms and fingers, but as Jessica settled her full weight onto my face I felt waves of panic as I realized her jeans-covered ass had formed an air-tight seal on my face!

I was terrified I was going to suffocate under this beautiful young woman's ass, and in the position I was in I couldn't even move to communicate my panic. As she'd said, Jessica had learned how to physically dominate and control, so that despite my larger size I was completely immobilized beneath her. I was barely able to move my jaw beneath the crushing weight of her ass, but I did to the small extent I could and prayed Jessica would realize I was suffocating beneath her. Instead, I heard her casual comments as my terror grew: “yeah, this may not be a total solution to my problem, but this will be a nice, relaxing way to spend an 45 minutes each week. And enjoyable, too! Ha, ha, Ha!” My lungs felt ready to burst when I heard Jessica chuckle “what a coincidence, you're probably dying for some air about now, and I've got an excess and need to let some out! Brrrraaaa-ppaaapap!” She had shifted slightly and raised her ass up a fraction off my face, and just as I started to breathe in deeply through my slightly liberated nose her fart exploded right in my face! I heard her laughter as she settled back down on my face, and as her ass again covered my mouth and nose I twisted my head in a desperate attempt to not be completely smothered. As Jessica lowered her full weight I found I could capture a small amount of air through my nostrils, but with the powerful stench of her fart still heavy in the air my every breath was filled with her anal aroma.

I was hoping Jessica would allow me to get up soon so we could talk, process her feelings (and mine as well!) about what was going on, but to my dismay I heard her chilling comment: “let's see, you said our session would be 45 minutes, so that means you've got another 30 minutes to enjoy your new position as my seat cushion, Wally. And,” she said as she increased her torture of my hands under the heavily pressing heels of her sneakers, “guess what? Next week I'm gonna wear heels!”

[faceseat4jeans]

I was thankful I had angled my face slightly off to one side just as Jessica lowered her ass onto my face, but even so the next thirty minutes were living hell as I lay immobilized under her full weight while I barely was able to get a shallow stream of air into my nostrils. She must have had mexican food or something like that, because no sooner did the nauseating odor of her fart begin to dissipate than she 'generously' gave me the gift of another: three more times in the next half-hour! Each time I heard her mocking chuckle, the only communication from Jessica while she sat comfortably as if my face really was her seat cushion.

Although terrified, I was also extremely aroused by this real-life situation that was so much more exciting than my porn and fantasies. I knew from Jessica's previous self-description that she was only interested in face-sitting and smothering those who did not enjoy it, so I was afraid if she saw my growing erection it would cause her to stop. I tried to shift my hips to allow my loose pants to hide my arousal, but Jessica surprised me with her comment: “Ha, ha, Wally, I see your stiffie, don't try to hide it!And I don't even mind, you know why?” Without waiting for an answer that couldn't come from a mouth buried under her beautiful buttocks, she continued: “'cause I know your lungs gotta be strainin' pretty bad by now, an' even with just the heels of my sneakers instead of sharp heels grindin' down on your fingers and palms they gotta be hurtin' pretty bad too. I've seen your type before, and I love how you struggle inside between the delicious feelings you get from havin' a beautiful young woman like me let you touch and get real close to my precious ass, hee, hee! Yeah, you love that doncha? But then there's the little matter of breathin'! Ha, ha, yessir, I could move my ass onto the center of your puss and close up that little air flow you got going (she knew!), but that would end things too soon. Y'know those few times I talked about when I almost smothered people for real under my ass? Well, I can tell you now 'cause I can see you're already hooked on me: it was a guy, a co-worker, two years ago, and last year a female door-to-door saleswoman. Each of them were incredibly turned on by me sitting on their faces, and each of them allowed me to arrange the situation for the 'last' sit so I was totally in the clear. I didn't almost smother them, I snuffed them for real, and for good. I think they died happy though, they were that much 'into' my ass. Ha, ha, ha!”

Inside I was shaking with fear as I listened to Jessica speak, still trapped with my head a seat cushion under the full weight of her behind and my hands helplessly pinned under her punishing heels, even as my mind raced with a million different thoughts, my cock exploded in my pants from my incredible arousal and my lips pursed to kiss the deadly ass covering my face!

[faceseat4jeans]

well, any comments? Should I continue, or leave it, as is, for everyone's imagination to supply the ending?

[CT face smother lover]

Originally posted by faceseat4jeans
well, any comments? Should I continue, or leave it, as is, for everyone's imagination to supply the ending?

How about continuuing to where it becomes uncomfortable for him and he wants her to get off. But that's when Jessica's REAL fun begins!

[faceseat4jeans]

funny you should mention that, I was just planning to!

[ibeboo]

Really enjoyed it so far!!! Looking forward to more:beer:

[faceseat4jeans]

At first my attitude changed once I'd had my orgasm. I started thinking more clearly, with the drug of my arousal out of my system. Jessica giggled as my ejaculatory spasms subsided, and I felt her settle more heavily onto my face and hands I guess in a cautionary measure now that my lust was gone. But then she started speaking again, telling me in a derisive tone how now I would be a more pure seat cushion for her, as now there could be no doubt my face was under her ass for her pleasure. She continued to mock my helplessness as she remarked that I must have a whole new awareness of the pain that comes from having one's fingers crushed under a sneaker heel backed by 130 pounds of assertive woman!

Being that this really was better than any of my fantasies or porno stories, my momentary clarity and mental resistance was quickly replaced by a renewed feeling of excitement as I realized this was the real thing, I was being facesat and smothered under an attractive woman's behind because she wanted it! The fact that this was not a scene I set up or paid for with a role-play dominatrix made it so exciting I was harder than a rock by the time the session was over. Jessica could tell I was completely under her mental control when she finally stood up and took one look at me, and she took full advantage:

“Listen, “Mr. Weiner”, when I come next week I want you to arrange so we have a double session, that's 1 & ½ hours. I got so turned on using your face as my seat cushion I wanna have a nice long sit next week, you got that?” She knew I could deny her nothing by now and I meekly nodded as I said “sure, Jessica, whatever you say”. At my response she stared at me for a moment before she shook her head in disgust. “You're totally surrendered to my will already, aren't you Mr. Wienie, oops, I mean Weiner, ha, ha, ha!” I was so ashamed at my lack of willpower to resist her, but we both knew she was right.

Then Jessica got a mean look in her eyes as she spoke again. “Okay, now first of all no more Jessica, from now on my name's Jesse. It sounds tougher, and I think we both know who's the boss here don't we?” I lowered my eyes in shame as I replied “yes Jesse, you're the boss.” She gave a little snort of satisfaction before she continued: “and next week when I come in for our double session, I want you to have a clear plastic bag and some elastic cord, you understand?” Again, I submissively agreed, but my mind started working. Even as I continued to admire this beautiful woman before me in my favorite style of dress, tight blue jeans, my lust-filled brain started remembering her earlier talk about how she not only suffocated those two under her bountiful butt but had them arrange the 'final sit' circumstances so that she would be in the clear.

I shivered as I realized that even if Jesse was asking me to make the arrangements to keep her out of any possible blame for snuffing me under her delicious derriere, I was so under her power I didn't know if I had the guts to resist! I thought of a question to ask, and stammered as I called out to stop her before she walked out the door: “Je..Jes..Jessie, wait, wha...what size plas...plastic bag?” This time Jessie's eyes lit up and a full smile spread across her face as she replied: “oh, I dunno, let's see. Make it big enough to fit over your head, with just a little room to spare. Yeah, that oughta be perfect!”

[equidum]

Great story .... Please, Jesse, don't kill him too quickly, so the story can last last last for a very long time ;;;;

Thanks for this brilliant beginning!

Equidum

[CT face smother lover]

I agree, great story. And I agree with the notion of not ending it too soon.

[faceseat4jeans]

Jesse had laid down some very specific and strict rules for me, and the main one was She was the one who made all the decisions! Including when I could speak, in her presence, and it was incredibly frustrating because I felt if only I was able to talk with her we could have a wonderful and yes, mutually beneficial time together. But she held all the cards and she knew it. She could report me to my superiors, saying I initiated intimate contact with her, and I would be out the door in a flash. I would never work in the field again, and might even be branded a sex offender and tracked for life!

But the worst thing that Jesse could do to me, and she and I both knew this, was to stop sitting on my face. Even though, based on what was said and what I was told to bring to our 'extended' session the following week, she might very well smother me for real! I thought of this, and felt sudden inner strength and resolve to resist this insanity! Sure, it was an incredibly arousing thought, Jesse's perfect ass molded into her skintight, faded jeans coming down on my upturned face. With pavlovian responsiveness, I felt my erection thicken and grow in my pants as I remembered. And, even more arousing than my attraction to Jesse's physical appearance was the thought that she was so turned on by this as well. Her chuckle as she lowered her full weight onto my face, her mocking “no-no-no...” as I struggled unsuccessfully to get my hands out from under her sneaker heels that were pinning them to the ground. Her giggles as I desperately tried to move my head to steal a moment of air as I smothered with my face buried up the crack of her butt in those soft faded denim delights!

So, I did nothing but dread and dream as the week wore on, becoming increasingly distraught as the day of Jesse's appointment approached. I hadn't gotten the plastic bag or elastic cord and it was the day before the scheduled apointment when my private cell phone rang. “Hey, Mr. Weinie, how you doin?” I was shocked to hear Jesse's voice although I had given her my private number at her “request”, but regained my composure quickly and jumped at what I saw as an opportunity to discuss our activities with some sober detachment. I didn't even comment on her distortion of my name as I said “oh Jesse, it's so nice to hear from you. Now about our sesson tomorrow and what you told me to bring, I don't...” at that point Jesse cut me off in mid-sentence. “You don't speak unless I say so, that's what you don't! Unless you want to end this right now you don't say another word, Wally, you got that? Hup! Not a word! That was just another rhetorical question, sucker!” I was biting my lip to keep from saying something, and just the unseen sound of her voice was getting me incredibly aroused.

Jessie asked me if I had gotten the required items, and though I wanted to go into a long-winded explanation and pleading I wisely limited myself to a simple “no, sorry”. I could hear her anger over the phone-line as she said “you listen here and listen good. I'm gonna tell you what to do, you're gonna hang up and go tell your boss you don't feel well and need to leave. Then you're gonna go buy a plastic bag and elastic cord, go home, take all your clothes off and call me.If you choose not to, you can kiss your job, and my ass, goodbye!

[faceseat4jeans]

Jesse had laid down some very specific and strict rules for me, and the main one was She was the one who made all the decisions! Including when I could speak, in her presence, and it was incredibly frustrating because I felt if only I was able to talk with her we could have a wonderful and yes, mutually beneficial time together. But she held all the cards and she knew it. She could report me to my superiors, saying I initiated intimate contact with her, and I would be out the door in a flash. I would never work in the field again, and might even be branded a sex offender and tracked for life!

But the worst thing that Jesse could do to me, and she and I both knew this, was to stop sitting on my face. Even though, based on what was said and what I was told to bring to our 'extended' session the following week, she might very well smother me for real! I thought of this, and felt sudden inner strength and resolve to resist this insanity! Sure, it was an incredibly arousing thought, Jesse's perfect ass molded into her skintight, faded jeans coming down on my upturned face. With pavlovian responsiveness, I felt my erection thicken and grow in my pants as I remembered. And, even more arousing than my attraction to Jesse's physical appearance was the thought that she was so turned on by this as well. Her chuckle as she lowered her full weight onto my face, her mocking “no-no-no...” as I struggled unsuccessfully to get my hands out from under her sneaker heels that were pinning them to the ground. Her giggles as I desperately tried to move my head to steal a moment of air as I smothered with my face buried up the crack of her butt in those soft faded denim delights!

So, I did nothing but dread and dream as the week wore on, becoming increasingly distraught as the day of Jesse's appointment approached. I hadn't gotten the plastic bag or elastic cord and it was the day before the scheduled apointment when my private cell phone rang. “Hey, Mr. Weinie, how you doin?” I was shocked to hear Jesse's voice although I had given her my private number at her “request”, but regained my composure quickly and jumped at what I saw as an opportunity to discuss our activities with some sober detachment. I didn't even comment on her distortion of my name as I said “oh Jesse, it's so nice to hear from you. Now about our sesson tomorrow and what you told me to bring, I don't...” at that point Jesse cut me off in mid-sentence. “You don't speak unless I say so, that's what you don't! Unless you want to end this right now you don't say another word, Wally, you got that? Hup! Not a word! That was just another rhetorical question, sucker!” I was biting my lip to keep from saying something, and just the unseen sound of her voice was getting me incredibly aroused.

Jessie asked me if I had gotten the required items, and though I wanted to go into a long-winded explanation and pleading I wisely limited myself to a simple “no, sorry”. I could hear her anger over the phone-line as she said “you listen here and listen good. I'm gonna tell you what to do, you're gonna hang up and go tell your boss you don't feel well and need to leave. Then you're gonna go buy a plastic bag and elastic cord, go home, take all your clothes off and call me.If you choose not to, you can kiss your job, and my ass, goodbye!

[suffocated1]

This is good, very good. I m not one into farts - the sound just curls me up - but everything else is top notch. The thing with writing is bringing up new ideas and taking the reader in new directions.
You re another natural talent.

[faceseat4jeans]

My situation with Jesse was developing into something I was feeling more and more out of control with, and mixed with this feeling of concern was my growing arousal! I recognized her as an attractive young woman the first time she came in to the community center, but as she first revealed to me in private her sexual turn-on that mirrored mine to a frightening degree, and then became increasingly assertive, I found myself more and more obsessed with desire for this young goddess. And now she had confided in me that she had actually used her face-sitting fetish behavior for her ultimate turn-on: smothering to death two unfortunate victims, compelled by her dominance to aid and abet in their own destruction! Normally I would be compelled by my professional ethics to report such improper and illegal behavior to the authorities, but Jesse's psychological hold over me was such that I kept the secret. Not only that, but I had arranged extended sessions for our therapy which ended up consisting of me willingly offering my upturned face as Jesse's human seat cushion, and now I had just capitulated to her demand that I purchase a plastic bag and elastic cord. I had been working at the community center counseling division long enough and with good results, so my behavior wasn't questioned, but my common sense was telling me that I needed to pull away from this downward spiral I was in, fueled by my lust. So far I had disregarded my better judgement, and my thoughts were becoming more and more centered on that center seam in the middle of Jesse's rear end framed by her skintight blue jeans.

As an educated professional with years of experience, I knew the signs of sexual compulsion, and it was frightening to see them in myself! But a part of me still thought I would be able to manage the situation with Jesse, and as I lay in my bed naked with the plastic bag and elastic cord I'd purchased, following her instructions exactly, my hand shook as I dialed her number. When she picked up and I reported I had gotten the items she specified, given an excuse to get the rest of the day off and was naked on my bed as she'd specified, she laughed. “Thattaboy, wimpie wienie, now you be sure to bring them to our double session tomorrow. You know you can't resist the thought of my sweet ass cheeks covering your puny face, and I probably won't smother you to death. But it's good for you to have the plastic bag and elastic cord just in case I get carried away and need them as an alibi. After all, you wouldn't want your smother goddess to get in any trouble, would ya? Ha, ha, ha!” I knew she didn't really expect an answer to her question, and I remained silent as Jesse instructed me to spend the rest of the day laying there naked and reminisce about my feelings when she had sat on my face the previous week. “But no touching yourself below the waist, know what I mean, wimpy weiner?” I agreed, and Jesse explained with a chuckle she wanted me turned on to the max for our session tomorrow. I was afraid to ask why, and a big part of me was even more afraid of what the answer would be.

[faceseat4jeans]

As per Jesse's instructions, I had spent the rest of the day naked remembering all the incredible details from the last time Jesse had a counseling “session” with me, and it was all I could do to not touch myself. As the day wore on I disregarded eating or my other responsibilities as if I were sick in bed. I was “sick”, sick with desire for this cunning young vixen. It seemed she was drawing power out of me, and I was amazed to see her growing confidence and self-control even as I felt my own steadily slipping away. Several times I almost gave in to my cravings for relief, but I somehow knew Jesse would be able to tell I'd disobeyed her and might punish me by not allowing me what had almost become my reason for living, to have my face serve as her seat cushion!

The next day when I came back in to work my supervisor almost made me go back home, he said I still looked so sick. I did look a mess, but it wasn't from any cold or flu bug. No, I had the “Jesse bug”, and had barely gotten any sleep due to thoughts, images and memories of Jesse smothering me under her blue jean ass! Of course, my thoughts lingered on those precious moments when her ass sensuously molded it's contours to my nose, my lips, covering my eyes until I could sense those twin globes of perfection surround and smother my face. I conveniently forgot the minutes of sheer terror as I was totally without air, my hands unable in my weakened state to escape from under the weight of her heels. I went through my day's appointments in a distracted state, and felt so guilty when clients and staff commended me for working even though I was obviously under the weather.

Finally it was time for Jesse's counseling session, and I felt a surge of adrenelin course through me as I sat in my office anticipating her arrival. Even in my disheveled state I had resolved to set more reasonable and professional boundaries between us, and was prepared to suggest a discreet way for us to meet on weekends. But Jesse had prepared me well with her order for me to spend the previous day in bed consumed with thoughts of her, and whatever small vestiges of determination and self-control I had summoned vanished whe she walked in. “Hi, Mr. Weiner, this is Joey. He's gonna sit in on our session, I told them at the desk you said it was okay. You remember Joey, he used to come to see you at the center here until you said he couldn't come back because he wasn't makin' enough effort and kept breakin' the rules.”

My mouth hung open in shock at the audacity they had to presume to come into my office like this, but also in awe at how fantastic Jesse looked. She was wearing a tight-fitting pair of faded black jeans, the center areas of her thighs lighter in color in a shaded line running down her legs. I just knew her ass would be a faded, highlighted work of art as well when she turned so I could see it, and this thought took priority over all my other considerations as I practically drooled in anticipation. Joey's snicker broke me out of my lust-driven stupor, as he remarked “yeah, remember you said I had to get my mind out of the gutter and learn to follow rules, Mr. Weiner? Well, from what I hear you're guilty of some stuff like that yourself, Mr. Weiner. Or should I say Mr. Weinie?” My eyes widened in alarm and my heart raced as I realized Jesse had told him what we had been doing, and my face turned deep red as Jesse snapped her fingers and pointed to the chair seat in front of her. I knew I had to stop this before it went any further, but then she turned her body away from me and her perfect ass in those faded black jeans came into view. I slowly dropped to my knees.

[faceseat4jeans]

My mind was coming up with rationalizations and justifications a mile a minute to somehow allow me to accept what I was doing. I had fooled myself into thinking that “allowing” Jesse to use my face as her seat was a private thing that we each enjoyed, and that it would remain our secret while we secretly explored and dealt with our “unusual” desires. But as she had become more and more assertive and controlling to the point where she had now brought another into our private activities, I was forced to look at the reality of my dilemma. And, incredibly, even as these thoughts were going through my head, my body was reacting on an instinctive level and I had fallen to my knees from my seated position and was now crawling over to Jesse's chair! Her authoritative stance with her finger pointing down to the seat of her chair sent waves of desire through my body in anticipation of the heaven on earth I'd experienced in past weeks after placing my head face-up on her seat cushion for my face to be used as her seat pillow. Yet even as my physical motions continued to put me in a similar position of vulnerability, my mind screamed out warnings: STOP! DON'T DO THIS IN FRONT OF JOEY! IT'S JUST THE AMMUNITION HE NEEDS TO BLACKMAIL ME, TO HAVE SOMETHING TO HOLD OVER MY HEAD! DON'T BE A FOOL! HE'S AN EX-CON, HE CAN'T BE TRUSTED, DON'T LET HIM SEE MY WEAKNESS! And even as I consciously heard these inner warnings, my body continued it's movements as I positioned myself so that I was face-up on Jesse's chair seat. My hands assumed their assigned positions palms up at my sides, and as Jesse approached me I heard Joey's amused voice.

“Ha, I guess you weren't shittin' me, Jess. You got ol' Mr. Weiner hooked all right, looks like. I still wanna see the smotherin' part, tho', I'm gonna enjoy that!” A part of my brain heard Joey's words and reacted with alarm, but a much stronger, almost primitive part of me was mesmerized by the incredibly sensuous ass that was lowering itself onto my face. So perfect it was almost painful to see this close-up, Jesse's ass, molded into her form-fitting faded black jeans, seemed to lower onto and form an air-tight seal around my features in slow motion. Plunged into darkness under Jesse's butt, my hands felt her heels pin my palms face-up beneath them. The lustful excitement of being under Jesse's beautiful buttocks was quickly being replaced with panic as her full weight wasn't allowing me to even capture the slightest breath. I felt the twisting motion of Jesse's shoes even though I couldn't see them as her sharp heels felt like they were trying to bore holes right through my upturned hands.

As my oxygen-starved brain fought to retain it's grip on consciousness, I heard Jesse's casual comment to Joey: “yeah, sit back an' enjoy the show, Joey. This turd gave you enough of a hard time with his friggin' rules. Well, now it him who's breakin' the rules, an' I'm gonna give him some oxygen-deprivation punishment. I've smothered him under my ass before, but as a tribute to your revenge I'm gonna take him longer than I ever have before. Shit, I might even snuff the fucker for ya, although it's probably better if we do that someplace more private. I'll get him pretty close tho', I promise ya!” By this time I was in full panic mode, and was trying to struggle and move as much as I could pinned under Jesse's weight when I suddenly felt a smashing hardness pound into my exposed crotch. “Stay still, asswipe!” I heard Joey order, and my panicked brain realized he had stomped his boot sole down between my legs to stop my wriggling. My whimpering sounds of despair were stifled under Jesse's ass, and I felt myself on the verge of passing out. “Ha, ha, yeah this is just what this scumbag deserves. I love watchin' him struggle for air under your ass, babe. But you won't believe this, Jess, guess what I'm feelin' under the sole of my motorcycle boot?” Even as I felt a ringing in my ears and pains in my chest along with the torture of Joey's boot grinding down on my crotch like he's tryin' to put out a cigarette, I knew what he was talking about. My arousal from having Jesse's ass on my face had my erection straining at full attention. “Don't tell me this horny fuck is turned on even while we're torturing him?” Jesse asked, and I heard Joey's laughing reply: “Yep, he's one sick dude. Hey, let's have a race. We'll see if you can make him pass out from no air before I can get him to spurt under my bootsole.” In my helpless position I felt Jesse settle her ass even more firmly onto my features and her heels press into my palms with increased intensity as she responded “you're on!”

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Adrenalin rushed through my system as I was in full panic mode, my oxygen completely cut off by Jesse's ass planted heavily on my upturned face. My thoughts raced in a zig-zag of contradictions, one second inebriated with erotic lust by the mental picture memory of Jesse's tight young body poured into the skintight faded black jeans she wore as she used me for a living seat cushion. Then, trying to take a breath and finding myself totally deprived of air by that same sexy ass, my survival instincts kicked into high gear as I desperately tried to wriggle out from under her. But, as she'd told me early in our discussions, Jesse was skilled in controlling and subjugating others when they were beneath her as I was. And, even as I felt my consciousness slipping away, a part of me didn't want to escape from beneath her perfect butt, even if it meant my actual suffocation!

To add to my despair, I felt mortified as now, for the first time, Jesse had brought another person into the situation. And not just anyone, but Joey, a young punk who I'd thrown out of the Community Center for disregarding rules and disrespecting other's boundaries. Now, to my chagrin, Joey was back and in the driver's seat as he was privy to my shameful face-sitting activities with Jesse. He knew he had the upper hand now, and at the moment he had the upper foot as well, crushing my cock under the heavy sole of his motorcycle boot. “Yeah Jess, the old perv feels like he's gonna lose it in a minute. But hey, no fair, you had him almost suffocated when we started this contest. Give him a little air so we can start the competition even!” I felt my orgasm building inside me even as I heard Joey's words, and suddenly I felt the weight from Jesse's torturing heels increase and intensify the pain even more as she responded “alright, I'll give 'em some air. Ha, ha! Brrraaappptt!” When Jesse had shifted her weight to her feet and raised her ass slightly off my nose I'd taken a deep breath to feed my oxygen-starved lungs, so that when her perfectly-timed fart erupted in my face I ended up sucking her shitty aroma deep into me.As I gagged and before I even had a chance to move my head, Jesse's rear cheeks once again molded themselves to my features. I heard Joey's hysterical laughter as Jesse remarked “what? You said 'give him some air...' so I did!”

Now I could tell they each were getting serious in their efforts to win the contest. Realizing there was no chance for me to escape, I resolved to at least have my long-awaited orgasm while under Jesse's ass. I heard Joey commenting as he could feel my hips thrusting to meet his punishing bootsole, and Jesse's ass felt like a massive, smothering pillow on my upturned face. I knew I would come if I could stay conscious a few more seconds, and I prayed for the grace of awareness for just a moment more as I felt myself fading into blackness. “C'mon you wimpie Weinie, blow your load under my bootsole where you belong, you friggin' loser!” As my semi-conscious mind heard those words from Joey I felt my orgasm erupt, and my face assumed a blissful expression under Jesse's heavy ass as I faded into darkness.

[suffocated1]

Excellent writing. I'm personally not one for liking the introduction of men into the equation but then that's not my fantasy - it's yours. If you wanted to continue it may be best to take it away from the confined storyline of keeping the torment within his working environment.

Nice bit of work.

[golferguy674]

MORE!!!

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When I regained consciousness I was alone on the floor in the office of the community center, with a splitting headache. As I groggily got to my feet a piece of paper fell to the floor, and a chill ran down my spine as I read Jesse's handwriting: “That was fun (for us at least, ha ha!). Don't worry about anyone coming in, when we leave we're gonna tell them at the front desk you're not feeling too good and asked to not be disturbed so you could rest for awhile. Since you couldn't hold off cumming under Joey's bootsole before I smothered you unconscious under my ass he won the bet, and we're going to my place so he can collect his prize which is fucking me up the ass! You bastard, I always refused up to now, and thanks to you I've finally gotta let him do it!”

My mouth hung open in shock as I continued to read that I was being ordered to take the rest of the day off due to my “illness”, and report to her address. I knew where Jesse lived, but had never been there of course so as not to violate the boundaries of our professional relationship. Now I was given a shopping list and orders on what time to arrive at her place. A final comment about additional pictures they'd taken of me in terrible, shameful positions and how they'd “hate” to see them get out and ruin my career and life had me hustling out to my car to not be late after making hurried apologies to the staff at the community center.

Standing outside Jesse's door, I said a silent prayer asking for support and guidance of my higher power, kind of a “thy will not mine be done”, before I knocked. I heard Jesse's voice say “get that babe, it must be wimpy weiner!” and her laughter mixing with Joeys. Suddenly the door swung open and Joey stood there in his underwear with a sadistic smile on his face. “C'mon in wimp, Jess's been missin' your seat cushion face!” As I entered and put down the bag of groceries I'd gotten for them as ordered, I saw Jesse reclining naked on the couch. There was a towel under her ass, and she giggled at Joeys comment. “Yeah, I do enjoy sitting on your face, wimpy Weiner, but I've just been through a marathon session of havin' my ass reamed by Joeys' magnificent cock, thanks to you, so guess how I'm gonna clean out that massive load he left back there?” She didn't really expect me to answer, and in the next second Jesse snapped her fingers and pointed to the towel-covered couch seat cushion in her familiar way of ordering my face-up position to serve under her perfect ass.

A part of me knew I needed to stop and try to talk, negotiate, reason with Jesse and Joey, but I couldn't resist gazing at Jesse's stunning body and how magnificent she looked. I crawled silently to assume my place and function as her seat cushion, but now feared I would be forced to serve in another, even more degrading capacity: as her human douche, and her anal douche at that! I felt the wetness of the towel as I laid my head back on it, and heard Joey chuckle as he commented “ha, ha, this is great! I always wanted to get even with you, Mr. Weiner, for bein' so hard on me and not givin' me a real chance. Well, now my hard-on is gonna make it “hard” on you! I know you got the hots for Jesse, you old pervert! So how's it feel, Mr. Wimpo, knowin' this beautiful chick you probably dream and drool over all day and night is fuckin' the guy you wouldn't give a fair shake to and got kicked out of the community center, huh? And that your job is bein' their douche-bag slave, prayin' we don't expose you and destroy your whole life. Yeah, this is too perfect!”

[golferguy674]

Great story so far, can't wait to hear the next addition!

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Instead of sitting her bare ass on my face, Jesse stopped her asses' descent so that it hovered barely an inch over my face. “Special treat for you, Mr. Weinie. Yeah, I bet you always been dreamin' of gettin' your tongue on my precious asshole, haven't you?” she said, and when she remained silent I knew Jesse wanted to degrade me as much as possible with Joey as a witness. “Yes, Jesse, I have always fantasized of worshipping your magnificent ass” I replied sincerely, and I heard laughter from both Jesse and Joey.

“Well,” Jesse continued as I heard her try unsucessfully to stifle her giggles, “since you are a wimpy weiner, the price you gotta pay for tonguin' my asshole is to become my human washrag! Ha ha, yeah, you get that tongue of yours busy cleanin' up the mess back there from big bad Joey's steamin' reamin' of my awesome asshole with his poundin' prick an' I might be generous enough to allow you to wrap your lips around my asshole and insert that timid tongue of yours up my poop-chute so you can suck out the load Joey left. Think you'd like that, sucker?” and again I heard their derisive laughter.

Although my main fantasies and desires had always been about having my face sat on and smothered, I couldn't deny the feelings of arousal I was experiencing at this heightened humiliation and debasing treatment by Jesse. And though my rational mind recognized the dangers, the presence of Joey got me even hotter! Meanwhile, Jesse's tormenting and teasing me with the possibility of cleaning Joey's jizm from her ass had my arousal threatening to break through my pants crotch! I could tell from the silence that Jesse was again waiting for me to answer, and even though I knew I was in a sense digging my own grave I responded with a passion that came from my “little head”:

“Yes please, Jesse, please let me clean your ass with my tongue. I really want to worship you and...” suddenly Joey's voice cut me off as Jesse's ass suddenly moved up and away and I saw that Joey had taken her hand and pulled her up to stand next to him. “We know you want to worship Jesse's ass, Mr. loser weiner, so what's it worth to ya, huh? I wanna hear some powerful beggin', and you better make it good and creative or your ass will be out that door in two seconds! And after those pictures we took get shown around you'll not only be fired, you'll probably be labelled a sex pervert and have some kinda tracking bracelet around your ankle to keep society safe from weirdos like you. Ha ha, yeah, that sounds like pretty good revenge for the shit you put me through kickin' me out of the community center!”

I was terrified to hear Joey's threat, and I began to plead desperately “no, please Joey, please let me serve Jesse and clean her ass, please!” They both smiled as they saw my fear, and Jesse remarked “I don't know, Mr. Weinie, if you wanna keep us quiet and happy I think you're gonna hafta serve us both!” Somehow I knew this was coming. I sensed Joey would get his revenge on me by personally dominating and degrading me, and I resigned myself to doing whatever either of them wanted in the hopes they'd lose interest in abusing me after awhile as I responded “Yes Jesse, I will do whatever either of you say, just please don't show anyone those pictures!” I saw Joey's smile as he heard my words, and he walked over to where I was kneeling as he said “okay wimpy weinie, from now on you address me as Master in private, and Jesse as Miss Jesse, and you can start you new life as our slave by beggin' to clean an' worship my cock, then you get the honor of beggin' Miss Jesse to clean out her ass before you smother under it!”

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Even though I'd always gotten a secret thrill from my private fantasies of being dominated and degraded, it was always women who I'd endowed with magical qualities and put up on a pedestal. The thought of Jesse sitting on my face and ordering me to clean out her asshole with my mouth and tongue was thrilling (even though in the back of my mind I remembered that there was a load of Joey's cum deposited in there from earlier), especially since I knew from my past private discussions with her that she really got off on that type of scene. But now, as Joey stood in front of me with his mocking grin and cock dripping with his and Jesse's juices, I felt in a quandry. Although it was emasculating in the extreme and that type of activity did normally fuel my hottest fantasies, I had no desire to orally service Joey's messy cock as he flaunted it in front of my face. The brown streaks along the sides reminded me where it had been and, even though it was shit stains from Jesse's ass, I was repulsed by the thought of sucking Joey's cock clean. Yet I knew if I tried to back out now Joey and Jesse would band together and come up with a story that would ruin my career and probably wreck my future.

With a deep breath I leaned forward and opened my mouth as I extended my tongue, only to be stopped short by Joey's hand as he once again grabbed my hair in his fist and used his painful grip to turn my head so I was looking up at him as I grimaced in pain. “Not so fast wimpy weiner, I wanna hear you beg for the priviledge!” Swallowing my pride for the umpteenth time that evening, I stammered out a begging request to “orally clean and worsip your superior cock, Master Joey”. I heard Jesse laughing as Joey released my hair and thrust his hips forward to bring his crotch right up to my face. It is too shameful to describe how low I sank in slavishly worshipping Joey's cock and balls, obeying his every dehumanizing command, but finally he was satisfied and Jesse snapped her fingers. When I looked over at her she was standing next to the bed, her hand pointing down in the familiar signal we'd used in the previous times she'd sat on my face. The difference now was that she was not wearing her signature skintight faded jeans, we were not alone, and she had a load of come buried up her ass from her earlier anal sex with Joey that I would be tasked with sucking clean!

I was too far gone to even think of stopping, and as I crawled over to Jesse she looked down on me and said with a sneer “I wanna hear a poem, wimpy weiner, in tribute to my cum-filled ass, your protein snack for the evening!” I was beyond shame and resistance as my mind raced to come up with something to please her and Joey. “Oh superior Jesse, your beautiful ass, filled with Joey's masterful cum, reminds me how wise you both truly are, it is I who am really dumb; My face is red, my pride is dead, my true purpose to consume your spent juices, yes it's for that honor I beg, and on my word I won't renege, your slave forever without any truces!” I shocked myself in coming up with that impromptu poem, and Joey as well as Jesse were hysterical with laughter at both the words and my ridiculous image as I knelt before Jesse with my hands clasped in front of my face. Jesse held her stomach to contain her laughter as she said “Ha, ha, ha, not bad teach, you sure got a way with words. But get your head down on this here mattress face-up and let's see what other tricks that mouth of yours can do!”

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Placing my head face-up where Jesse indicated as she stood arrogantly pointing down at the bed, I reflected silently. She truly was my spiritual counterpart when it came to erotic arousal. I could see her physical high as she must have been anticipating the pleasure she would soon be feeling as she smothered my face under her ass. It was, she had confided in me, a more intense feeling of sexual arousal than anything else for her. And when I had finally confided in her that I felt the same extreme sexual high from the same behavior, except in my case I dreamed of being face-sat and smothered by a young woman, I thought we had discovered a mutual, special connection. In my mind we were spiritual soulmates, and I imagined we each had privileged insights into the other's essential core.

Well, maybe I was being a little overly romantic or idealizing Jesse, but I never dreamed that she would use my revealed weakness and secret fetish as a way to degrade and enslave me! As Jesse slowly lowered her bare ass onto my face a familiar feeling of arousal washed over me, from the prospect of actually worshipping Jesse's ass as I had dreamed of for so long as well as from recognition of the psychological domination she and Jey were exercising over me. I stretched out my tongue a second before Jesse's ass settled onto my face, and felt it penetrate her asshole to discover an abundant pool of what must have been Joey's cum from their earlier anal sex. As it slid into my open mouth and down my throat, I heard Joey's comments: “yeah sweets, you sure seem to be getting' off on usin' ol' teach's face as your seat cushion, not to mention havin' him eat my collected cum from before. Hell, you look like you're havin' more fun than when we were 'doin' the deed'!” I twisted my head to snatch a small breath as I continued to work my tongue reaming out Jesse's asshole, but I was shocked to hear her response: “no way, babe, you were my ticket to heaven! This wimp under me's got a nice tongue, but when it comes to sexual satisfaction he can't hold a candle to you, man! You kiddin' Joey, he may read an' write an' speak nice, but when it comes to sexual satisfaction the teach ain't good enuf to shine your shoes!”

I couldn't see Joey, but could tell from his voice there was a big grin on his face as he replied “glad to hear that, baby, in fact you're getting' me in the mood for round two!” I heard Carol start to say something anf then her words were stifled just as I felt the weight of her ass on my face double, and realized Joey had seated himself facing her on her lap and cut off her response with a kiss. My hands were lying on the floor on either side of me and I felt Joey's feet pin them there, even as I realized that my air supply was totally cut off now! There was no way I could move with them both sittig on me as they were, and I felt a strange calmness wash over me as my thinking began to get fuzzy from lack of oxygen. I heard the sounds of their continued kissing and realized they probably didn't even realize they were suffocating me! I felt Jesse's ass move slightly on my face, not enough to allow me a breath, but then I heard a low squeaking sound. She had farted in my face! If my features were not imprisioned beneath Jesse's ponderous posterior I would have smiled, and as I inhaled the tiny breath of air flavored with Jesse's anal aroma my thought was “how thoughtful, a parting gift!”. Now I felt Jesse's ass once again settle heavily onto my face, and from the heaviness and the sensuous sounds knew a passionate round of making out had resumed, and there would be no more air for me!

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Suddenly a panicky feeling overcame me as I couldn't breathe in at all, and even as a part of my brain basked in the joy of such intimate contact with Jesse's ass on my face, my lungs and chest reacted spontaneously as if having a mind of their own. As my chest muscles began to spasm and my arms twitched spasmodically beneath the imprisioning weight of Joey's soles, I felt the weight pining me down and suffocating me increase and knew that this was Joey's doing. He really wanted to kill me!

Sure enough, a moment later I heard Joey's voice commenting to Jesse even as I felt my tenuous grip on consciousness slipping away: “Ha, ha, yeah babe, Mr. Weinie is friggin' history, man. He ain't never gonna kick me outa noplace never again!” even as I sensed him lean more heavily onto Jesse's lap so that his weight added to hers to form a crushing, smothering, immovable weight on my upturned face. Just as I felt myself slipping into blackness, I suddenly had my face pulled upwards toward the top of my head as Jesse's ass slid from over my mouth up to my nose. Her perfect posterior continued it's upward path on my face, and although my nose felt like it was being painfully scraped off, in another moment I felt the glorious sensation of fresh air on my face. I could breathe again!

Taking deep, grateful breaths, the fog of my near-suffocation was slowly lifting even as I became aware of the passionate love-making Jesse and Joey were engaged in above where my head lay on the bed. I was thinking that it was just my dumb luck that their passionate fucking had happened to move them off my face to prevent my suffocation, when I glanced up and my eyes met Jesse's. She smiled and winked at me! Even as I continued to take deep breaths to replenish my oxygen-starved lungs, my spirits soared at Jesse's obvious positive gesture. My mind racing, in another moment I had determined that I would build on Jesse's positive feelings towards me and help her see that she didn't really want to have anything to do with a no-class bum and ex-con like Joey. Seeing Jesse's wink and smile at me, I realized their sliding off my face to prevent my suffocation was her way of saving me from Joey. I didn't doubt He would have been glad to see me dead, and too stupid and short-sighted to think about the consequences until later. And Jesse knew me so well, in a way only someone of similar attractions could. Sure, Jesse's desires mirrored mine in the sense that she craved to have another's face as her seat cushion while I longed to be smothered under someone's ass, but it was still a special connection between us.Yes, I realized, my only salvation from this dreadful situation I'd gotten myself into was through Jesse, my Superior Soulmate!

[DU007]

Great work, man....this rocks along with pace and energy - easy to read, and a very good read.....!!

For me, Jesse's relationship with Joey is interesting, too....a Dominant woman being sexually interested in a domineering man...an unusual combination.

Well done, faceseat4jeans....as suffocated1 said, a natural storyteller...

Thank you.

[flat_face]

Great story faceseat. I hope you keep writing, it just keeps getting more and more interesting.

[Ride_myFace]

Leave the guy out of it!

Ugh.

[faceseat4jeans]

There was no longer any need for me to imagine what a living hell on earth experience might feel like – I was truly living it! I had experienced heaven the first time Jesse sat her perfect ass covered in those faded, skintight blue jeans on my face. I knowingly put my job, my community status, even my very freedom (since I could easily be arrested for sexual indiscretions with a client I was supposed to be counseling and teaching)at risk. And all for the pleasure of my face being smothered under Jesse's ass. And it was worth it! The problem was, as I gave up more and more control and status in our relationship, Jesse started doing more and more what she wanted to do.

I guess it made sense that Jesse would want more than I could give her from a man, but I was so thrilled by the thought that her fantasies and desires complimented my own so perfectly I guess I just assumed it would satisfy her as much as it did me. When Jesse brought Joey to that session the first time I was dismayed, but felt I would surely be able to manipulate the situation back to my advantage. Before I knew it, Jesse and Joey were the couple and I was the manipulated older guy obsessed with having my face sat on by Jesse's beautiful butt.

Having some submissive desires, I would not be adverse to being dominated and controlled by Jesse. With Joey in the picture, though, and considering his past bad experience at the community center chiefly because of my authority, my treatment got steadily worse. In fact, I believe if it were up to Joey I would be dead by now! True, I would have perished with my face smothered in Jesse's awesome ass, but I would still be dead nonetheless were it not for her granting me a reprieve at the last moment by sliding her bodacious buns off my flattened features.

As I spoke to Jesse on the phone days later, I desperately tried to arrange another time for us to get together so I could once again experience the ecstacy of becoming her human seat cushion. “Please, Jesse, you know you want it too. C'mon, I'll come to your place, you can come to mine, I'll rent a motel room, whatever you say!” I pleaded, and I heard her giggle.”Gosh, Mr. Weiner, you sound so desperate. Didn't you counsel me that we have to learn how to control our desires?” I just continued to beg her, at this point so hungry for the remembered sensation of being smothered under Jesse's ass that I abandoned all pretense.

Jesse was laughing openly at me over the phone as she replied to my pleadings, “oh well, Mr. Weiner, I guess it would be nice to sit on your face again. Okay, I'll be at my place Friday night, me an' Joey are gonna have a nice dinner and watch a movie on my new flat screen TV. You wanna come over, just bring a nice cake for dessert.” I complained that I just wanted to see her, but Jesse reminded me that Joey knew about our face-sitting activities. “Joey is my date, and you'll be servin' us both so get used to it! Unless you want me an' Joey to tell your supervisor and the police how you “took advantage” of me.”

Inside, I still felt that Jesse was too smart to want to be with a loser like Joey, and I hoped if I bided my time she would see the light. In the meantime, I had to maintain that delicate balance of catering to and serving Joey while at the same time protect myself from any nasty revenge from him. I knew the smartest thing to do would be to detach from them both, but my desire to be smothered under Jesse's perfect ass overruled my rational thinking as I replied: “No, of course not, I'll be honored to do what either of you say, and priviledged to be the face under your ass. Thank you so much, Jesse, for allowing me to be used for Your pleasure!”:cool:

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It actually felt like my desire to have Jesse sit on my face was becoming an addiction! It was ironic that I, as a counselor and therapist, would feel progressively helpless under the power of a desire that seemed stronger and more incapacitating than any of the compulsive behaviors my clients had ever described.

But it was true! I was grateful that Jesse did allow me the honor of having my face sat on by her delicious derriere again on several occasions, yet as soon as the experience ended I was craving the next time. Jesse thought it was funny, and she was enjoying it as well, but Joey noticed my feelings of dependence and need for Jesse's ass smothering my face and a part of me feared his evil thinking. I just knew he'd figure out some way to use my desire to be face-sat against me. He did encourage Jesse to sit full-weight on my face whenever she sat, but she knew when I was really out of air and would raise her perfect ass a fraction to allow me a life-giving breath.

The last time I was over at Jesse's, though, Joey made a comment to Jesse as she relaxed with my face smothered under her ass: “hey Jess, y'know my sister Brenda? She's been havin' a rough time lately, and I just thought of something that would lift her spirits.” I heard Jesse ask what he was thinking of, and Joey explained that Brenda's girlfriend had just left her to get back together with an old boyfriend. Now Brenda's normal dislike for men had become magnified, and Joey's “brilliant” idea was to arrange so Brenda could take out some of her anger and frustration by crushing my face under her ass!

“Joey, no, Brenda is an amazon. She'll kill the poor wimp!” Jesse said, but I heard Joey reassure her that he'd make sure Brenda didn't damage me too seriously. “Besides,” Joey remarked with a smile I could hear even as my face continued to be buried beneath Jesse's butt, “you told me the wimp gets off on this shit, so she'll actually be doing him a favor.” I was almost out of oxygen under Jesse's blue jean ass and felt her shift her weight slightly so I could snatch a quick breath, but my heart was racing with fear. I had seen Brenda and she truly was an amazon. Almost six feet tall and not fat but built very solidly, I had often lusted at seeing her in her tight faded jeans. But even in my fantasies I was overwhelmed by Brenda's size and weight and more often than not she became the star of my own personal “snuff” films as i dreamed of being held down by this goddess and snuffed under the smothering weight of her masive rear mounds.. It always excited me to dream of this ultimate domination and degradation, but now I feared my fantasies werr approaching reality!

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Since that day when Joey had talked about “introducing” his sister Brenda to me as an outlet for her to let out her anger and frustration against the males species, I had both yearned for and dreaded Jesse's phone call. I had debated in my mind how to respond if I was told to go to Jesse's place again, if I should put out some firm boundaries to insure my safety and well-being, but when the call came and I heard Jesse's seductive voice and remembered her perfect ass showcased in her tight faded bluejeans, all my resolve went out the window.

“Hey there, Mr. Weiner, how ya doin'?” Jesse said in her friendly tone. “Uh, gr..great, Jesse, and I keep saying, you don't have to call me Mr. Weiner, Wally is fine. After all, I'm not your counselor anymore, am I? We're friends, right?” I heard a chuckle from the other end and realized myself how ridculous it sounded. Actually, I had gone from being her therapist to her human seat cushion!

Well, once we got past the preliminaries Jesse got down to business pretty fast. “yeah, so we're gonna have a little movie night at my place tonight, just Joey an' me and we invited his sister Brenda. But since she doesn't have a 'partner' anymore, we figured we'd have you come over as Brenda's “date”. Actually, more like her human seat cushion while she watches the movie. It's a old classic with Marlene Dietrich called “Blue Angel”. I've heard it's just the kind of movie to watch while you're smothering a wimp's face under your ass!”

I pleaded and protested that Brenda would kill me under her massive weight and ponderous butt, but Jesse reminded me that she had all kinds of pictures and recordings of my doing things that would get me kicked off my job, if not locked up for years, and in the end I relented and agreed to be there. Knowing all my secret fetishes and turn-ons from our private sessions when I had foolishly thought we had a special bond and were truly soulmates in our complementary love of face-sitting. Jesse reassured me before we hung up by saying Brenda would be wearing her tightest faded bluejeans.

I was told what time to arrive, early enough so that I could be tied face-up to an overstuffed easy chair. Strong but thin fishing line on my ears was used to immobilize my head so that my face could be sat on without the sitter even being aware of the bondage holding my head face up. Once I was bound I was truly helpless, and I tried to get into the submissive head space that turns me on so, but Joey saw to it that I didn't by using my mouth as his ashtray. Tears welled in my eyes as I submitted to this sadistic, vengeful guy. It was amazing how much it turned me off to be dominated by him, whereas if Jesse did the same things I was totally aroused!

“Ha, ha, you're gonna be just what the doctor ordered for my sister Brenda. Yeah, she's been biting everybody's heads off since her ladyfriend left her, but now she'll be able to get out some of her anger by crushing your poor puss under her butt. I can't wait, it's gonna be great!” I could see Jesse was concerned as well, as she kept reminding Joey that I need to be given periodic breaks for air and some relief from the weight. “You know I smother ol' wimpy weiner pretty bad, Joey, but I still stay aware that I don't let him completely smother.” In my helpless position, I could only shudder as I heard Joey's evil laugh and comments that they had the plastic bag and elastic cord with my fingerprints on them just in case things got “out of hand”. I was just about to start begging Jesse to let me go when the doorbell rang!

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As Jesse and Joey went to the door to answer it and welcomed Brenda, tears started streaming from the corners of my eyes. My mind was racing in terror, thinking how I could get out of this situation. My head was immobilized, tied tightly face up on the seat cushion of the large easy chair, and I knew that soon Brenda's ponderous posterior would be sitting suffocatingly on my poor puss, banishing my slightest breath!

“Ha, ha, you guys weren't shittin' me. Hey there, Mr. Seat cushion, stop that cryin', you're gonna get my seat all wet! My gawd, he's old enuf to be my father, damn! An' look at him, he's scared shitless. I love it!” Brenda said as she looked down at my immobilized face on the seat of the large chair. It was scary to look up at her eager expression, she was almost salivating as she gazed down at me, probably imagining how I would soon be smothering under her ass.

I knew I had to say something, and my voice cracked in fear as I spoke: “pl...please, don't hurt me. Let me go, please, I won't tell anybody, I swear I won't!” To my horror I saw the smile on Brenda's face broaden, and I realized she was enjoying my terrified begging. “Yeah, that's it, beg you friggin' loser! Just like my old man, a tough guy until someone stands up to ya, ain't ya? Well, it's payback time, and this is gonna be sweet! I said beg!”

My heart pounded as I couldn't even bear to continue to look up at Brenda, but with my head bound in place I couldn't turn away so I just closed my eyes to escape the terrifying sight of Brenda looking down at me with eager anticipation. “I said look at me, loser!” Brenda said as she raised her knee and slammed her sneaker sole down hard on my throat. I didn't know what had happened when I first felt the crushing weight on my neck, but when I opened my eyes I looked up to see Brenda leering down at me as she leaned her weight on her knee, crushing my throat beneath her sole. “You don't wanna look at me, I guess I gotta get your attention maybe, huh jerk?” My air was cut off totally by Brenda's foot resting heavily on my neck, and my eyes bugged out as I tried to choke out a plea of surrender: “ple..ugh!..ack..argh..hel..I surr...awk!” As I looked up at Brenda, I heard Joey laughing in the background even as Jesse pleaded with him to control his sister.

Seeing spots in front of my eyes from the lack of air as Brenda's foot continued it's relentless pressure on my neck, I was on the verge of passing out when I heard Joey say “c'mon sis, don't finish him off yet. Remember the plan, we got a cool old movie to watch, and You get to watch it in the seat of honor – right on this loser's face!” I suddenly felt the pressure on my neck ease up a little and I gratefully grabbed a breath of air. It was ironic, but Joey had probably saved my life. The problem was, saved it for what? Brenda was big-boned but well-proportioned, and as I looked up at her I admired the way the skintight, faded bluejeans hugged the contours of her wide hips, and she noticed where my attention was. “That's right loser, just like my old man, lustin' after my body, huh? Well, check ut this ass, it's the last thing you'll ever see!” and with that she turned her upper torso so that, even as her foot stayed planted on my neck, her body twisted so that I was treated to a magnificent view of her beautiful butt! Feeling my arousal grow between my legs despite my fear, I realized my snuff fantasies might actually be actualized, and to my horror a big part of me was hungering for it!

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After Brenda's initial torture of my neck under the heavy sole of her sneaker, she and Jesse went into the kitchen to prepare bowls of chips, nuts and popcorn to munch on during the movie. Joey laughed sadistically as he walked over to the chair my face was bound to as the “special” seat cushion, and I shivered in fear as he spoke: “yeah, you's in a world of trouble, wimpy weiner, and seein's how you can't do nothin' bout it I'm gonna give ya a little look inta your future!” I Sensed my begging and pleading with Joey wouldn't help, but my eyes searched his for any shreds of mercy as he continued. “You see, me an' Jesse are gonna be sittin' on this here loveseat warching the movie, and Big ol' Brenda is gonna be restin' all of her gluteus maximus on your puss. Now Jesse'll probably explain to her how to smother you under her ass so you can catch enough breaths so's ya don't pass out, but as the movie gets hotter and Brenda gets drunker and me an' Jesse get more interested in each other than the movie, if ya know what I mean, well...”

I knew that Joey wanted to get even with me for getting him banned from the community center, but would he actually allow the situation to develop as he had suggested? I didn't doubt his sister Brenda could totally smother me under her ass, and the way Joey described it happening she wouldn't even be doing it intentionally! But what bothered me the most was I couldn't get the picture of Brenda's butt showcased in her form-fitting faded blue jeans out of my mind, and was appalled to realize that there was a big part of me that was actually looking forward to having her precious posterior perched on my puss!

Suddenly Brenda and Jesse came back into the room, talking like old friends, and with casual nonchalance Brenda walked over to the chair I was tied to, face up, and sat down heavily right on my upturned face! I had seen Jesse walk over to the loveseat to sit with Joey, and I had a sickening feeling in my stomach as I realized things were happening just as Joey had said they would. I experienced a momentary thrill as Brenda turned to straddle my body and I got an incredible close up view of her ass as it lowered onto my face, but that pleasureable sensation was quickly dissolved as her full weight crushed my features under her bottom.

“Hey Brenda, how's that seat cushion feel? Want me to fluff it up a little for ya?” I faintly heard Joey ask his sister as I panicked beneath the crushing weight of Brenda's ass, and then suddenly Brenda got up and turned to face me as she spoke to Joey: “It's not bad, but it might feel a little better if it was “puffed up” a little. You stay there with Jesse, I can fluff up my own pillow” and with that suddenly Brenda's open palms were smashing into my cheeks with powerful blows that rocked my face back and forth. I could feel my face getting red and swollen from the slaps, and when Brenda mercifully stopped my face felt like a puffed up balloon.

“Much better” I heard Brenda say as she resumed her seat on my bruised face, and if my mouth wasn't stifled under her heavy ass I would have been screming in pain. Instead, I could only whimper as I was forced to endure the agony of Brenda's blue jean buns bruising my newly sensitized face, and I heard Brenda's sadistic snicker as she gloried in my discomfort. My nose was buried under the center seam in her blue jeans, and though my mouth was totally sealed as the exact center of her ass rested on it heavily, I was able to get shallow breaths through one nostril. I was actually grateful that I was able to breath, and was concentrating on maintaining this life-giving source of air as I heard the movie begin.

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great new addition, keep up the good work!

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I was realizing painfully the big difference between fantasy and reality as Brenda's full weight flattened my bruised face under her ass. The faded soft blue jeans she wore, that showcased her firm buttocks so erotically, did little to lessen the agony I experienced as I struggled to breathe. I heard the movie dialog and the comments from Jesse and Joey as Brenda carried on a casual conversation with them, but the arousal I felt, reduced to an inanimate object beneath Brenda's bodacious butt, was overruled by feelings of despair and panic as I struggled to steal enough breaths to stay conscious.

“Ha, ha, lookit how she's makin' a fool outa that professor. Yeah, that's the way to treat guys, make saps outa them an' use their faces as seat cushions!” I heard Brenda comment, and in the background I could hear Jesse and Joey laughing in agreement. I was slowly suffocating as Brenda's rear flattened my nose completely and I was barely able to get any air from my mouth as her soft blue jeans pressed down heavily, when suddenly Brenda stood up.

“Goin' into the kitchen for another beer, want anything?” I heard Brenda ask Jesse and Joey, and from the muffled responses I heard it was clear that they were too busy kissing to care for anything Brenda could get them. As she returned with the beer, Brenda stood over me and looked down into my face. Her broad smile told me my face probably looked pretty bad ( it felt totally flattened ), and as she turned and I was once again treated to the magnificent view of blue jean perfection that was Brenda's ass she giggled and said “oh, by the way, you should have an easier time getting' air pretty soon – beer always gives me a lot of gas!”

My mind raced trying to think of something to say to get me out of this terrible situation before Brenda once again buried my face under her butt, and my voice trembled as I spoke: “please, no more, please, I can't breathe, no, ple...umph!” I heard Brenda laugh as she settled her massive weight back onto my face, but her next comment frightened me even more: “well lookit you, brother, I didn't know you were such a ladies' man! He, he, I guess you'd rather do that than watch this old movie or talk to your sister, huh? Well, that's fine, I gots me this nice comfortable seat cushion. Yeah, so nice an' comfy I might just take a nap until you guys are in a more talkin' type of mood.” With that comment I could feel Brenda slump back more into the seat, and her weight on my face increased even more. Squirm as I might, I was unable to free my mouth or nostrils to capture even the slightest bit of air, and then I heard the most frightening sound yet: snoring!

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So, this is what it feels like to be about to die, I thought. Surprisingly, my attitude was not one of panic, but rather of peaceful resignation. My chest ached as my lungs spasmed, totally deprived of air by the all-consuming presence of Brenda's butt.in her faded soft blue jeans molded to the contours of my upturned face. The seal was airtight, and the sound of Brenda's snoring told me she wouldn't be lifting her ass to allow me a life-giving breath anytime soon.

I swear I started to feel my spirit lifting up out of my body when suddenly I heard Jesse's voice: “Joey, wait. Your sister's passed out on his face!” and his response: “fuck 'em.It's what the prick deserves, he never cared how he screwed up my life!” My eyes teared with emotion and gratitude towards Jesse, and I remember thinking that I hoped Jesse wouldn't blame herself for my death. It really wasn't her fault! Then all I remember is blackness.

Slap! Smack! Slap, slap! “Wake up, Mr. Weiner, wake up!” As I slowly became conscious and realized what was going on, I had the fleeting thought that if I feigned continued unconsciousness Jesse might give me mouth-to-mouth to revive me! But my need for oxygen was too great and too immediate, and I took a deep breath of life-giving oxygen and began coughing. My head ached, my face was sore, but I was alive!

Jesse told me that when she realized Joey was going to let me smother under his sister's big butt, she had pushed him off her and jumped up to drag Brenda off my flattened features. Brenda hadn't intentionally tried to suffocate me, but Jesse threw them both out anyway. Hearing Jesse say she was worried when I didn't regain consciousness at first and thought she might have to give me mouth-to-mouth, I kicked myself mentally for not holding my breath a few seconds longer.

As I slowly regained my composure while we talked, Jesse confided in me that even when she was going at it hot and heavy with Joey on the loveseat, her dominating and facesitting desires were so stoked by the movie as well as seeing Brenda using my face as her living seat cushion that she actually envied Brenda's situation. “You mean,” I asked Jesse, “you would've rather been sitting on my face, smothering me under your ass, than makin' love with Joey?” I saw Jesse blush a little, then smile as she replied “yeah, I guess that's what Im sayin' Mr. Weiner.” Shivers ran down my spine as I once again recognized the special connecting desires Jesse and I shared, and I propped myself up on one elbow as I said to Jesse “please call me Wally, Jess, and please, ...use me!” She really was my spiritual soulmate!

I saw Jesse look at me in disbelief for a moment, then slowly her expression softened as she stood up and walked over to the big armchair Brenda had used to smother me under her ass. Was it my erotic imagination, or was there really a glimmer of sadistic anticipation in Jesse's eyes as she glanced at me before looking down at the chair's seat cushion. She extended her arm and my heart leapt with joy as I saw the corners of her mouth turn up. Her finger extended to point downward, and her fingers snapped!

[toejam]

I rate this story a ten in my book

[toejam]

I rate this story a ten in my book

[bonkekook]

I only have one complaint for this story.

Why does it have to end?

Wonderful work. One of the best stories I, personally, have ever read. And it was well-written, not just facesitting molded for a story, but facesitting molded INTO a story. It fit perfectly, and the ending was a very nice touch.

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thanks much for the kind words and positive feedback. I do tend to go on and on with stories and let them evolve and end
of their own accord, which is what happened here.

I do feel the germination of a foot fetish and trample tale, tho'...