Poor Percy!

[faceseat4jeans]

Poor Percy!

As the top salesman in my office, I was used to respect from my co-workers and good treatment from my boss. I insisted that I be referred to by my full name, Percival Worthington the third, and everyone was too intimidated by me not to go along with my wishes in this and all other matters in which I expressed my preferences. I guess I was spoiled and conceited, but I felt it was entirely justified! After all, it was my productivity that basically kept the small business I was employed by profitable, and I made sure to rub anyone's nose in that reality if they so much as dared to oppose my slightest desire.

There were several other salespeople that worked for the company, two other men and a woman, but they never came close to me in sales volume. Some of my greatest pleasures were ordering them around like my personal go-fers, openly mocking their subservience to me as I knew they were too intimidated by my status to protest. I wouldn't even show them the decency of calling them by name, mocking their lack of self-worth when it came to my wishes and daring them to rebel: "Yo, boy, get me a cup of coffee, would'ya? You know how I like it" I called out to one of the other salesmen in the office as I sat with my feet up on my desk edge while I idly scanned my many accounts on my computer screen. "Uh, sure thing Percival, coming right up" he replied, and I snickered as he quickly walked over from his desk across the large room. The coffee counter was right on the other side of my desk, and I forced a stern expression as the poor guy prepared my coffee as I like it, light and sweet, and brought it around the desk to present it to me.

Maintaining my attention on the computer screen, I pointed to my desktop with an annoyed expression at this distraction. "S..sor..sorry, sir, there's your coffee, just as you like it, sir" and I had to struggle to hide my grin at his subservient attitude. I nodded my head and then waved my hand as if to dismiss him, hiding another grin as I watched him scurry back too his desk. He and the other salesman were weak, insecure fools who knew that, with my top-notch sales performance and status in the company, they would be putting their salaries and even jobs at risk if they displeased me in any way. The young lady who was the other company salesrep was attractive and a little more self-confident, and I have been trying to "get into her pants" since she was hired a few months ago. She knows better than to openly confront or reject me, but has found ways to put off my advances to date.

I had been biding my time, confident that I would wear down the defenses of this lovely young lass soon enough, when a teletype came through announcing the creation of a new company position. There would now be an Office Manager that would co-ordinate and manage all the company accounts and related affairs. I protested instantly, feeling threatened by the loss of power and control, but my complaints were put off by top management in ways I couldn't refute since I had been complaining of my heavy workload. It was when the new Office Manager arrived, however, that my deepest fears manifested: Lily was an imposing figure as she strode into the office that first day, petite yet emanating an unmistakable aura of power and dominance. After a brief initial period in which she seemed to charm everyone over, Lily got down to her managerial business with a vengence!

Snapping her commands out like a seasoned professional, Lily had the office functioning like a well-oiled machine in no time, with everyone's performance reaching new highs. They all loved her because, although she was a high achiever, her manner was so relaxed and friendly that everyone wanted to do whatever she said! I even found myself falling under her spell, not complaining when some of my accounts were distributed to the others in the interests of "efficiency". I held my tongue when Lily called me "Percy", and tried to disregard the raised eyebrows of the others. Unfortunately, it didn't stop there.:sadcry:

[CT face smother lover]

I like where this is headed.

[faceseat4jeans]

thanks, CT; haven't had much time to write lately but really appreciate all the good stuff from this site, so thought I'd at least make a start at my latest tale. Hopefully I'll continue it soon, I also feel it's headed on a [U][I]very interesting path! :eyebrows:

[CT face smother lover]

thanks, CT; haven't had much time to write lately but really appreciate all the good stuff from this site, so thought I'd at least make a start at my latest tale. Hopefully I'll continue it soon, I also feel it's headed on a [U][I]very interesting path! :eyebrows:

I certainly do look forward to it. Something tells me good 'ol Percieval will be getting his comupance.

[mangee1976]

i have to agree to CT, it's quite a nice start

[faceseat4jeans]

Poor Percy, Ch. 2

Things just kept getting worse and worse - for me, that is! The company's performance was setting new records, with higher sales than even the best months when I was the star performer. The other two measley salesmen were finding new motivation and improved sales skills, from who knows where, and their attitudes towards me were showing sudden streaks of independence and even (gasp!) signs of self-worth! As for Sally the female sales rep, she was showing even more indications of an enhanced self-respect that now allowed her to reject me openly with clear signs of derision in her expression if I made the slightest suggestion of our getting together socially outside of the office.

Finally I could take no more. My accounts were steadily diminishing through either re-assignment to one of the other salesreps or leaving the company for a competitor, to the point where Moe and Joe were each exceeding my monthly sales volume, and Sally's record sales performance was even better, surpassing them both! I could sense my respect from the others diminishing daily, and one day I exploded!

Well, I guess I did let my temper get the best of my judgement, and in retrospect must admit I did get a little carried away. Throwing files, pens, staplers, and other small objects around the office, I ranted and raved about how I was sick of not getting the respect and obedience I deserved. I reminded them all that I was the star performer in the company, and that my current slump was just a temporary dip in my stellar record. Expecting an argument from our new office manager Lily, I felt an inward glow of satisfaction as I noticed her back off silently during my continuing tirade. Even when she picked up the phone I didn't lower my voice, feeling I was intimidating her and them all and not wanting to give up the advantage.

When I finally ran out of invectives and threats I collapsed into my chair behind my desk, and I barely had time to catch my breath before my phone rang. It was my boss, letting me know in a very firm tone that he was aware of my abusive temper tantrum and threats against the other workers.
Without even giving me a chance to respond, he made it clear that my position was terminated, and the only reason he wasn't firing me and bringing me up on legal charges for my past and current transgressions was because of a plea on my behalf for leniency and a second chance - by Lily! Still not letting me speak, my boss ordered me to report to Lily for my new job description. He assured me that if I had ANY problems or resistence to anything she required of me or assigned me to do, I would not only be out of a job, but behind bars within 24 hours!

My stomach churned as I approached Lily's office door, both from fear and disgust at my sad situation. Gritting my teeth, I resolved to go along with whatever assignments I was given until I could once again work my way back to my proper superior status. Taking a seat across from Lily as she sat behind her large mahogony desk, I thought I was prepared for anything she might dish out, but I was wrong! "Percy, you know the only reason you still have a job and are not behind bars is because of my intervention." I cleared my throat and started to speak, but was cut off. "Quiet! You will only speak when spoken to or specifically given permission. You have a serious attitude problem, thinking you are better than others. Your new assignment will correct that problem."

Lily spoke very matter-of-factly, and I was so tempted to say something, but I recalled my boss's threat and requirement that I cooperate completely, so I kept my silence as she explained my new roles in the office. I felt the color drain away from my face as Lily explained that I would primarily be performing support functions for her, and to a lesser degree for the other sales reps. I my mind I imagined doing the mundane paperwork and phone calls, and resigned my self to this menial role for the time being. Then Lily went on to elaborate: "you see Perce, the sales staff here need morale and motivational boosts, while you need to be taken down a peg or two - or two hundred! So your main job will be to make your face available to serve as my seat cushion, performing the same function for Sally in my absence. You will serve as "man friday" for Moe and Joe, shining their shoes, ironing their shirts and the like." I opened my mouth to speak, but her raised eyebrows stifled the words before they came out. Waving her hand to dismiss me, she ominously mentioned she'd be summoning me shortly.

[CT face smother lover]

Love part two. And I would love to be blackmailed into being facesat.

[Bently]

coooool, cant wait to read some more!! hope Saly is a little bigger than the petite lilly. good stuff!

[faceseat4jeans]

Poor Percy, Ch. 3

As I left Lily's office and re-entered the main office area, I kept my eyes down and avoided eye contact with the others. Had she told them, could they possibly know the demeaning and degrading role I was being assigned to perform? Sitting down at my desk, I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts. Suddenly a renewed sense of determination came over me.

The plan obviously was to get me to quit, after which I would look totally guilty and even more liable to suffer the destruction promised. No, I, Percival Worthington the third, would never give them that satisfaction! At that moment I made up my mind that I would not only go along with whatever humiliating assignments I was given, but I would show such willingness and yes, even enthusiasm, that they would see they cannot demoralize or defeat me in any way! Yes, I would go along with their amateurish attempts to vanquish my morale and it would be I who would end up back on top. Then it would be my turn to laugh as I resume my rightful place - as the leader once more!

Even as I mentally elaborated on my grandiose fantasies, I was startled as my phone intercom suddenly broadcast a curt comand from Lily to enter her office. I once again avoided eye contact, but thought I heard giggles from Sally and snickers from the others as I entered Lily's office and hurriedly closed the door. She was all business and ordered me to get on the floor in front of her desk chair without even a greeting. Undeterred, I put my plan into action: "Certainly, your wish is my command, Lily. Oh, if I may, would you please allow me to call you Miss Powers or Ma'am, I would feel so much more comfortable giving you the full measure of respect you so richly deserve!" As I finished speaking I felt some trepidation that I had "laid it on too thick", but instead was shocked at her response: " Yes, very well, good suggestion for when we're in public. In the privacy of our office, however, you will address me and Sally as Goddess and the male employees as Master. "

My mouth opened in shock at Lily...er, Goddess Lily's words, but true to form she followed her statement with swift action. Grabbing my hair in her strong fist, she slammed the back of my head deep into the seat of her heavily cushioned desk chair. I had never noticed how thick the cushion on her chair was before, but now felt as if I was buried alive as Lily's hand continued to press my head deep into the seat cushion of her chair. My instinct was to grab her wrist and fight my way up, but I summoned all of the old Worthington willpower and self-control to remain passive. How out of character I felt, but I pasted on a cheery smile and even winked as I looked up at Lily. I saw her face break into a grin as well, and my hopes were raised for an instant before Lily spun around and planted her ass square on my face!

Doing my best not to panic, I struggled to find a breath as the seat of her pants covered my face completely. She wore black dress jeans under her suit jacket, and I forced myself to remain calm as I moved my face to one side slightly to allow a nostril to become partially liberated. I tried to take silent breaths, hoping Lily would remove her crushing weight from my face and permit me to get a complete breath, but it seemed she was busy with her managerial work and had become completely oblivious to my well being. It seemed like hours, but I lost any real sense of time as Lily seemed to go non-stop from phone calls to computer work to dictation into her office recorder, all without getting up once!

Despite my serious problems getting adequate air, my bigger issue was the true feelings of demoralization I was experiencing. Here I was, Percival Worthington the third, with my face being used as the seat cushion beneath the pompous posterior of this self-important slut! And sceduled to be treated in similarly shabby ways by the attractive young woman co-worker I have romantic designs on, as well as ordered to perform shameful acts for the junior salespeople I had previously dominated. Oh, woe is me, I thought as I wallowed in self-pity with my face crushed under the fat fanny of my new bitchy boss. The back of my head was buried in the seat cushion and my face along with the whole front of my head was covered by the soft black jeans ass of Lily's pants, so that the only part of my head that was exposed was my ears. Things couldn't get any worse than this, I thought, when I began to hear a loud hissing noise that seemed to be coming from inside my head. With the next struggling breath from my one free nostril the realization hit me: Lily had just cut loose with a smelly fart, right in my face!!!

[equidum]

Your story is enthralling because it is very very well written, and solidly structured! It sounds obviously true, or at least, very feasible... And the plot is fantastic!

Please keep it coming! I wonder how far it will goooo !
Thank you!

Jean-Marie

[Bently]

wow cool thanks, nasty little fart at the end, i like it!! tell me please, who is the heavier of the two ladies in the office? thanks again.

[faceseat4jeans]

Poor Percy!, Ch. 4

With a sad sense of resignation, I reluctantly used my one partially free nostril to take deep, noisy breaths of air tainted with the awful aroma emanating from my manager Lily's ass as it rested heavily on my flattened face. "That's it Percy, the gift of my fart in your face is a fitting reminder of your new status around here - savor it!" Lily commented with a chuckle as she stopped her dictation momentarily before returning to her tasks. What choice did I have, I mused silently as I continued to smell her stink. I prayed for something, anything to occur that would remove this arrogant cunt's heavy hindquarters from my face, forgetting the old maxim: 'be careful what you pray for, you might get it!'

A knock on the door startled me out of my semi-conscious state, and I heard Sally enter Lily's office. "Miss Powers, I just wanted to give you the sales figures for this past quarter that just ended. And thank you again for your support and encouragement, it has helped me so much!" Sally exclaimed, and I felt Lily's ass settle even more heavily onto my tortured face as she replied: "you are very welcome, my dear, and I thank you in return for your outstanding performance. My quick visual review of these numbers confirms my projections, your productivity has surpassed both Moe and Joe's combined, and allowed the company to have it's best year ever!"

My blood boiled listening to the conversation between Lily and Sally even as I contorted my facial features to try and free up some crevice of air to feed my oxygen-starved lungs. Shifting her weight as she re-positioned herself, the new position of Lily's ass on my face allowed shallow breaths through the corner of my mouth, and I remained a captive audience to the continuing conversation as my worst fears were actualized. I heard Lily explain to Sally that she was training me in my new required attitude of humility and subservience even as they spoke, and Sally must have come around the desk at Lily's invitation to see my situation, because suddenly I heard her raucous laughter. To my horror, I heard Lily go on to explain to Sally that to be fully effective my training needed to involve the participation of her and the others in the office as well.

"If you wouldn't mind Sally, I think a spell of suffocation under your ponderous posterior will add a new and enhanced dimension to this recalcitrant's re-education". I shuddered as I considered my fate. Sally was a very attractive young woman, as I had explained, and my romantic desires for her were very real and strong. Unlike Lily's petite size, however, Sally was a very solidly built, "healthy" young woman. At five foot nine or ten, her weight must be in the one-sixties or one-seventies. Strong and athletic, she didn't have an ounce of fat on her, and I had often fantasized in my past ruminations of mating with this nubile young lass how her size and strength would come in handy as she could handle all the strenuous household chores and other tasks more easily. I felt terror as I considered Sally's solidly sculptured ass crushing my poor face under it as her seat cushion instead!

Suddenly Lily lifted her ass off my face, and after blinking for a moment I decided I could no longer endure this indignity, regardless of the consequences. I opened my mouth to speak even as I began to lift my head off the heavily padded seat of the chair, but Lily was too quick for me. Grabbing my hair in her balled fist once again, she forced my head back onto the cushioned seat even as she stuffed what smelled like a locker room into my opened mouth! I heard her explain to Sally that some force was necessary in my initial "re-training", but that if they all made a concerted effort in my re-education the finished product would be a pliable, easily molded tool for all of them to use and abuse at will. With my hands bound behind me and my legs straped to a low mechanics-style rolling board, I was helpless to resist as I saw Sally's solid muscular thighs straddle me. Lily commented that she used her old gym socks as my gag, and Sally said in a mocking tone "well, if your smelly socks are filling up his mouth he'll have a pretty crummy choice of foot fragrance or ass aroma, 'cause I didn't have a chance to shower this morning and Poor Perce's nose is about to make intimate, prolonged contact with my unwashed butt-hole!"

[Moonboy]

It just keeps getting better and better. Thanks.

[faceseat4jeans]

Appreciate all the comments, hope to find time again soon to detail specifics on some twists I feel are coming up! :bananajum :evillaugh

[mangee1976]

very well written, pal. i do hope you continue very soon - thanks for sharing!

[settee]

I love seeing this jerk get what was coming to him, and yet I'm green with envy at the same time! Great work! :)

[Bently]

oohh what an ending, brilliant, just fantastic, an excellent weight, a really big heavy arse and unwashed, sweaty smell of arse and taste of socks. brilliant. please continue.

[Cheek2Cheek]

Nice story. Really nice. I hope his humiliation gets only worse, with no way out. I'm sure those dirty smelly asses will need cleaning. Maybe he should spend some time in the office bathroom. I'm sure the little sissy deserves it. I'd like to see him cruelly humiliated in front of the other men as well. I'd even like to see the women get turned on by having the other men humiliate him directly with a little more than serving as a man friday.

[faceseat4jeans]

Poor Percy!, Ch. 5

Looking up at Sally's magnificent ass from my captive crouch beneath her, I couldn't help but admire her fine physical form. Though not petite by any means, Sally's large but perfectly proportioned body's best feature was her exquisite posterior, in my expert opinion. Her two ass cheeks were gigantic globes of perfection, proudly protruding out from her hips as if proclaiming to the world their flawless fecundity. Yet if her statement was true, I knew the foul fecal fragrance from an unwashed ass of this magnitude would be truly torturous!

Helpless to resist this revolting reality, I shuddered silently watching the pink satin panties covering Sally's ass stretch even tighter as she bent her knees and began to lower onto my face. My one positive thought was that at least her panties would filter the nasty smell somewhat and might even have a pleasant fragrance, so my despair was magnified when I saw Sally's hand reach back to pull the center area of her panties aside. "Mmmph, squawk!" I protested through Lily's sweatsocks still stifling my speech, when suddenly Sally's other hand reached back behind her as well to free my mouth of the stifling, stinky socks. Relieved at my oral liberation, I barely had time to work my tongue around my sore lips before Sally lowered her ass completely onto my face!

So smothered I couldn't even make a sound, I felt a sad sense of resignation as I realized there was no chance of me getting even a shred of air from beneath the massive mounds resting so heavily on my face. It seemed so unfair for my life to end like this, all of my great potential stifled in such a shameful way. Then suddenly I felt Sally's weight lift a tiny fraction up off my face so that I could breathe again, and my heart leapt with newfound hope. Yes! She had realized the error of her ways, recognizing the great worth and potential of this valuable person beneath her and renouncing her insane behaviors that diminished my rightful superiority. Ha! Surely she would rise up now, begging my forgiveness for having the audacity to attempt an usurpation of my rightful status, and in my generous spirit I would forgive her and we would join forces to regain the proper work status of all the others in the office as we convinced the boss to dump that troublesome bitch, Lily Powers!

To my horror, Sally's words told a very different story. "Listen up, Percy, if I sit down again with my full weight I won't be getting up for quite a while, and as you've already sampled, that means you won't be breathing for quite a while. So, unless you have some superhuman abilities at holding your breath, I strongly suggest you become a quick study at your newest skill training: ass reamer and tongue-toilet paper. And you better do a pretty good job to convince me not to sit back down full-weight!" Holy mother of chauffeured limosines and catered culinary conventions! I could smell the awful aroma from the putrid passageway between the massive mounds of Sally's ass above my face, and the thought of inserting my tongue into her gamy anus was out of the question! Surely she couldn't be serious? For someone of my stature to be reduced to orally cleaning another's asshole, even if that someone was a beautiful young lady, was too degrading to even be considered! Let her do her worst, I, Percival Worthington the third, would be resolute in my resistance, diligent in my determination, steadfast in my stubbornness to not give in to her demands.

All of a sudden I sensed Sally's ass lowering once more onto my face, and I knew my precious air was about to be cut off again. In a panic I extended my tongue fully, and shook with disgust as I felt it slide deep into Sally's asshole. "Ah, that's it Perce, dig in there with your tongue. Move it around like you're on a scavenger hunt, yeah, work it around in there." I felt renewed terror as Sally sat back down with her full weight on my face, but she reassured me that she would raise up again in a minute or so if I kept up my stimulating tongue activity. If not... Her unfinished message was clear and I worked my tongue feverishly in and out of her anus, extending it as deep as I could and in every direction. Although exhausted, my frantic energy was that of a drowning man's frenzied grasp of a life preserver, since my life was truly at stake!

[Bently]

oohhh i like it, i really like it, thanks!! nasty descriptions of her smelly dirty arse - always a good thing. thanks, this is progressing really well.

[toejam]

very nice seams to be coming together very well

[faceseat4jeans]

Sally continued to "train" me daily in my duties - a disgusting play on words in a sense, since my main function in this training she subjected me to consisted of my tongue reaming out her putrid poop-chute of the repugnant fecal remains. My choices were suck and swallow, or suffocate under the smothering sitter of Sally. When Goddess Lily used my face as her seat cushion, she at least had the decency to not do it naked, and her light weight was a pleasure in comparison to Goddess Sally's punishing pounds. I was amazed at my own feelings, in fact, as I realized I was actually looking forward to Lily's "training sessions". She was actually quite nice to me, all things considered, since I had been quite insensitive to her from the time she started with the company. She was truly an excellent manager, and had everyone performing at top levels. I was growing more and more comfortable with my changed attitude, and hoped I would be able to win back the acceptance of all and make amends for my past insensitivities.

Although I have gained new and enhanced respect for Sally as well, the sessions of her using my face as a living seat cushion continued to be horrendous torture. Each time I felt my poor life was surely about to end under her humongous hindquarters, and it was never until I had expended the last ounce of energy powering my lingual licks with my tired tongue in desperate efforts to satiate this smothering siren that she relented and grudgingly raised her buttcheeks off my flattened face. Although I had regretted my past prayers seeking a change from Goddess Lily's initial face-sitting, since my prayers' "answer" came in the form of the even worse face-sitting by Goddess Sally, I nontheless started praying again. This time though, I would not make the same mistake, I would phrase my prayers more carefully.

"Oh dear lord, please help me, it is I, your favorite son, Percival Worthington the third. Please help me lord, I cannot take this continued smothering face-sitting, especialy not by Sally. But lord, please let it end from her and Lily as well, and I beg you lord, may I be relieved of the demeaning other tasks I've been degradingly designated to perform like shining shoes and ironing shirts for the other salesmen, Moe and Joe. I've learned my lesson, really I have lord! Anything, anything but this cruel continued hateful humility. Please grant me relief lord, I'll accept anything in place of this hell!"

The very next morning Goddess Lily looked me in the eye as she secured me into my customary position kneeling on the low board on wheels that was used to form the base of my "human chair" position, something she rarely did. My heart leapt with joy as I just knew this indicated the answer to my prayers would be forthcoming. I wondered why I was still being bound in my usual face-up face seat position, though. My mind raced as I saw the others come into the room and gather around me in a circle. Suddenly Moe, who fancied himself an amateur rapper, chuckled and came out with one of his moronic riffs: "hey there, it's the Perce-man. How goes it, perci-valll? Big change for you today, Per-say! May just take your breath away, and I don't mean just for today!" What was this moron talking about? Despite the rules I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by Moe's upraised palm, as he said "you've got nothing to say, it's gonna happen anyway!" He chortled with laughter at his own humor, and the others giggled along with him. They all obviously knew something I didn't, but what was it?

Goddess Lily looked down into my eyes as she finished securing me, and spoke: "you have done well in your training, Percy, too well in fact. You see, initially it was thought a strong dose of humbling hours doing menial make-work would cure your abusive attitude. Well, as I said, it worked too well, and we have all decided, by consensus vote, that none of us could ever respect you enough to work with you again now that you've been reduced to such a sickening status. The solution we've come up with, again by consensus vote, should solve a number of problems simultaneously." What could she possibly be talking about, I wondered as I looked up into her eyes questioningly. Goddess Lily's face glowed as her lips formed into a wide smile, and she called out: "Brenda, come in here please!"

My heart pounded in terror as I pictured Brenda before she even came into the room. Because the office space for our small company was not large, we were able to get by with a single maintainance person for our cleaning and waste removal needs. That person was Brenda, a young heavyset black woman who was friendly and a hard worker, but incredibly fat! Everyone liked her so much that she had been counseled on numerous occasions about the dangers of her excessive weight, and offers had even been made to get her into various weight loss programs, all to no avail. She was young and healthy, and everyone finally accepted her as she was. I was afraid to consider why she was here, but Goddess Lily spoke and answered my fearful speculation with a projected reality that went beyond my worst fears!

Continuing in a casual tone as if this was a normal conversation, Goddess Lily explained: "you see Perce, we didn't want to just fire you, not after we'd transformed you from being a pompous prick into a sorry sack of shit, so we came up with this idea. Brenda here has few pleasures on her job, though she does her maintainance work so well, and we needed to find a suitable spot for you. So, after some group brainstorming we came up with this solution. You've already been trained to not only ream out assholes but even eat the shit of your superiors, namely Sally and myself. Well, think of this as a deeper level of your humility training: you are as of now the new, permanent toilet fixture in Brenda's private bathroom. We've even had the tile floor modified so that you can be secured in front of the mirror as a convenient seat, as well as locked into position for Brenda's comfort as her human toilet. And since it is a scientific fact that 20-30% of human shit contains undigested food and considering the large volume of defecation that will be produced from someone as "large and healthy" as Brenda, you should be well fed!"

[toejam]

can anyone say whooper or super size

[seat4women]

Well written mate, that's my fantasy too, except that the sitter wears a tight-fitting thin material skirt.

[Cheek2Cheek]

Oooh, so nasty. I really like the whole notion of him surviving on the 20-30% undigested food. That is the ultimate humilaition - being forced to stay alive by eating the shit of his tormentors. Of course, that would take quite a bit of eating to meet his nutritional needs. So in the interest of proper feeding, i think a few of the women should be preparing meals for him. Just like a baby feeding from his mother. Or mothers, in this case. But I don't think shit will provide him with much protein, though. Perhaps the men in the office could help in that capacity with Percy' s feeding.

[roguewanderer]

sounds excellent cant wait for the next bit :)

[lionhart7]

Please no...don't let the men join into the action here. This is a good story, but this forum is about Female Domination. i am sure there are stories in gay forums for that sort of thing...

[Cheek2Cheek]

Oh relax. It is a femdom story, but it hinted at the men from the beginning. It's all at the command of the women in the story. I'm sure some don't like the toilet aspect either. To each his own.

[lionhart7]

Actually, C2C, on this one i choose not to relax. The toilet aspect at least fits into the theme of this forum...female domination. Man on man sexual servitude doesn't, for the same reason that male-on-male facesitting and trample images are not welcomed with open arms in this forum. Granted, the story did mention the men earlier in the story, but only as observers and in non-sexual roles. Is it so much to ask to keep to the purpose of the forum? To each his own, sure...but this is a FEMDOM forum.

[Cheek2Cheek]

Actually, C2C, on this one i choose not to relax.
Whatever, dude. Don't get your titties in an uproar. I'm not gay, but it seemed to fit the story. And I'll post whatever comments I like. That ok with you?
As for femdom, there are a lot of femdoms out there that get off on forced-bi involving their slaves, so your notion that it has no place in femdom is a view many actual femdoms do not share. In the meantime, how about faceseat4jeans writes the story however he wants, whether you or I like it or not? If it doesn't float your boat, or mine, no one's forcing us to read it.

[FacesitVN]

I agree with Lionheart actually, this is a *femdom* forum not a *female/bisexual male-dom* forum

[equidum]

I agree with Cheektocheek on two points : 1) This is Faceseat4jean's story, and he will keep it going the way he likes... Hopefully he will not stop his story now !!!! 2) If "poor" Percy is required, by his female "teachers" to be a toilet for men, it will still be a femdom story !!!! The femdom nature of a story doesn't depend, I think, on WHAT is done or not done in that story, but on WHO is on top, orders, and is obeyed. If Percy's co-workers come and use him as a toilet ON ORDER, then, we still are in a FEMDOM story!

Just my two cents ... And I hope that Faceseat4jeans will soon come up with new chapters ! Thanks to you for that, Faceseat4jeans

Jean-Marie

[DeathXI]

We've had this discussion before, in the foot area.

if you don't like it, don't read it, and don't bitch about it. That's the bottom line.

[lionhart7]

Whatever, dude. Don't get your titties in an uproar. I'm not gay, but it seemed to fit the story. And I'll post whatever comments I like. That ok with you?
As for femdom, there are a lot of femdoms out there that get off on forced-bi involving their slaves, so your notion that it has no place in femdom is a view many actual femdoms do not share. In the meantime, how about faceseat4jeans writes the story however he wants, whether you or I like it or not? If it doesn't float your boat, or mine, no one's forcing us to read it.

Don't get smart. It doesn't suit you somehow.

I never said you couldn't or shouldn't post your comments...but i have every right to disagree with them. To use your high-school vernacular, "that ok with you, dude?"

I don't see any problem with him writing the story any way he likes. If i don't like it, i'm going to comment about it. That is what a forum is. A place for discussion. I'm not here debating your right to voice your opinion, and i'll be damned if you'll prevent me from voicing mine.

Seeing that you were the one who provided the original suggestion, i'm willing to bet that it excites you somehow, otherwise why would you suggest it. Are you acting on behalf of others, or are you too afraid to stand by your own words?

Either way, it doesn't excite me at all, and hopefully the story will stay in the realm of female dominant/male submissive/no bisexuality. If it doesn't hey, I won't read it, but I'll express my opinion on where I'd like to see it go just as you have. I agree to disagree with you.

[Cheek2Cheek]

Wow. Two weeks later, and you come back to continue an argument the rest of us have already moved on from? You've got some issues there, buddy, hmm? Just a little obsessed, aren't we? Or does even the remote possibility that a gay scene might occur in the story freak you out so badly that you just can't let it go? Thou dost protest a bit too much, methinks. Aint it a little dark in that closet?

Not to mention you're as pretentious as can be:
"Don't get smart. It doesn't suit you somehow."
You don't know me from Adam, so how do you pretend to know what "suits me" or not? Frankly, I'm a full-time smartass - but thanks for the insightful advice. As for my "high school vernacular", it's called irony - something you are apparently devoid of. Perhaps in your world people are troubled by the use of such vernacular. How sadly and pathetically uptight. Perhaps you should remove the stick that is apparently wedged so firmly in your ass. I've already suggested you relax, but seeing how "on this one i choose not to relax", that stick must be jammed in there pretty good. Invest in some KY jelly or something. Jeesh!

And you're a drama queen as well: "i'll be damned if you'll prevent me from voicing mine". LOL. Take a valium or something. Or do you always take yourself so ridiculously seriously? Note to everyone: STOP OPPRESSING HIM! He will NOT be silenced on this matter of grave import! His voice WILL be heard! Dammit, Jim!

As for this being a forum, etc. you're right. it is. However, this is the stories section, not the flame pit. The place for arguments and negative comments is there, not here. Fair criticism is one thing - whining repeatedly if a story includes elements you don't care for is another. You've already stated your case. We get it - you don't like bi scenes. Good for you. Now how many times are you going to ram your opinion down the throats of the rest of us? Oops! Sorry. I must be making you uncomfortable with all these analogies like ramming things down people's throats or up their asses. We wouldn't want anyone to think you're gay or anything.

You're turned off by forced-bi scenes. Big deal. So are a lot of people. But, as others besides myself have pointed out, your notion that it is not part of femdom is little more than your own narrow opinion, and one many disagree with. You are certainly entitled to your preferences. But you obviously don't have much experience with REAL dominatrixes. The ones I know would want to force you to suck cock just BECAUSE you're so uptight about it. Most dommes would never push someone beyond their consent, but many get off on making their subs do things they find repugnant. That's why its called submission. If its just what YOU want, then you're not exactly submitting to anything. And yes, a lot of femdoms do indeed get off on forced-bi. I'm sure that means nothing to you, nor should it, except for your erroneous proclamation that forced-bi has absolutely nothing to do with femdom. What you mean is that it has nothing to with YOUR femdom FANTASIES. But you are not the arbiter of what constitutes femdom for the rest of the world. Real-life femdoms themselves would disagree with you and tell you point blank that femdom means whatever SHE gets off on, not you. And if she gets off on forcing male subs into a bi situation (as many of then do) then its part of her control and domination. For YOU it has no part - but if you look at many of the femdom sites out there and many femdom videos, you will very quickly discover that it is a part of femdom play for many people. There are countless femdom stories on the net that contain such scenes. I'm not saying you're not entitled to your preferences, but your absolute statements about femdom are just ignorant of the rest of the world.

"Seeing that you were the one who provided the original suggestion,"
Umm, no. That was the following line:
"You will serve as 'man friday' for Moe and Joe, shining their shoes, ironing their shirts and the like."
That's from the story. Perhaps you banished it from your memory. Understandable, since it seems that the femdom in the story was actually making the male protagonist submit to other males in order to humiliate him for her own amusement, and we all know how painfully uncomfortable that makes you. But there it is, right smack in the middle of a femdom story. Oops, again!
The story concluded with Percy having to survive on nothing but the undigested food in his tormentor's shit. But as there is no protein in shit, I suggested that the men that Percy was serving could provide it by "other means". Frankly, i thought it worked for the story. But maybe that's just me (and a few others). You are of course free to disagree, but you're like a dog with a bone and just can't let go of the whole issue.
As for your being "willing to bet that it excites you somehow", why are you so concerned with what excites me or not? Afraid to stand by my own words? Hardly. But I feel little need to explain to you what turns me on or not, unless you can explain how that is any of your concern. Frankly, if I was the world's biggest cocksucker I'd have no problem loudly proclaiming so, but I'd still fail to see how it was any of your concern. I prefer pussy quite strongly, thank you, but it makes me wonder why you're so curious about how I feel about gay sex. Are you cruising me? Sorry, you're not my type.

Let it go, man. It'll all be over soon. Just let it go.

[Durango24]

Great.. great... more!

[lionhart7]

Cheek2Cheek, you're the one who wants to read about gay sex...not me.

You can spend your energies responding to me if You want, i won't bother reading it though. Your posts, like your favorite stories of gay sex, are not things i choose to read.

[DU007]

Moderator Comment


...Okay...enough of this, please....!!


You all know about the Courtesy rules in the main Forums at MDFF.... Any more of this, and its into the cooler for you...

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[Cheek2Cheek]

Lyingfart0: "Cheek2Cheek, you're the one who wants to read about gay sex...not me."

Yup. Bring on the cocksucking, fisting, and hairy-ass-humping! Break out the leather chaps and the crisco! Cue up the Liza Minelli for the dancing boys! Woo-hoo!!!

...of course, seeing how Lyingfart won't be reading this, he'll never know of my out-of-the closet unabashed faggotry. Whew! That was close. Silly me. Almost outed myself there. I'll have to be more discreet in the future. Everybody - sshhhhhhh! Don't tell him!

[Cheek2Cheek]

...or perhaps i should respond with my version of Lyingfart's well-considered sentiments:

"I know you are , but what am I?"
and
"Lah lah lah lah - - I've got my finger in my ear and i can't hear you"
Or perhaps the classic
"nah nah-nah nah nah"?

Yeah, that about sums it up.

Sorry, Downunder007. I really coudn't resist. I'll go stand in the corner now.

[DU007]

...I really coudn't resist. I'll go stand in the corner now.

Cheek2Cheek...!!!!!


'Pride before the fall'...?....Play NICE in the main Forums....!!


...You're Banned for 1 week...


...Lionhart7....DON'T say a word on this...

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[faceseat4jeans]

tryin' to find the time to write more, but meanwhile...
you guys are *SO* funny!:p

[suffocated1]

Whilst it was very entertaining, they also had a great opportuity to practise the art of writing by slagging each other off but less explicitly. The story forum's a place to practise the craft and the flame pit's the place to express ourselves in a more earthy fashion.
Mind you, I've been guilty of flaming here too.

[faceseat4jeans]

what's "flaming"?

[DU007]

what's "flaming"?

Its when you criticise, or ridicule, another person's opinion, action, or character...with the aim of putting them down, showing them up, embarrassing, offending, or humiliating them.......often (but not always) characterised in an aggressive, rude, or, sometimes, humourous style.


This is a no-no in the main forums at MDFF...

We have a Flame Pit - precisely for those that wish to be more 'direct' with another member.

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[faceseat4jeans]

Thanks 4the clarification. I do agree that, while it is amusing, critical comments at another's expense intended to insult and diminish the other participant seems to run contrary 2 the whole idea of these forums in my mind, if we're all tryin' 2have fun and build off each other's contributions:confused: .

"CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?"