REPOST: Ralph & the BBW Escort

[dolphin20pl1]

Posted again as requested, please understand however that the very first chapter was written by Fiona, I only adapted this chapter & then continued it further after her express permission to do so:-


Ralph and the BBW escort

As soon as he arrived he knew he should have turned back. The block was dingy and looked dirty. But this was the place - no. 8, buzzer 7.

Ralph had never had a girlfriend. He had always fantasised about big women, and facesitting. Now he had reached university, and had moved out from his parents home, to a new town.

It had taken him 2 days to pluck up the courage. The ad was in the paper, with all the other hundreds of escorts: all it said was "48DD mature dom" and quoted a telephone number. When he saw it his heart pounded. Eventually he plucked up the courage to call it and a gruff voice answered the phone.

"I saw your ad" announced Ralph, trying to sound confident. A coarse voice said "Marie is 43 and 48DD. Open until 10pm". "Will you sit on my face" he asked timidly? "Sure" said the voice. "How much will it cost?" he asked. "£100" said the voice. "Would you do 30 mins for £60" he asked. The voice replied finally: "OK". He paused for a second and asked - Now? "If you like" came the reply, along with the address.

Shaking he grabbed all his cash and wandered to the address. It looked shabby. The whole area was scary.

He pressed the buzzer. The door buzzed in reply and - with shaking legs - he walked in and up the stairs until he saw number 7.

The door opened, revealing Marie. Ralph was surprised - she was only wearing a towel. She did have huge saggy breasts, but her skin was wrinkled and coarse looking. There was no way she was 43 - more like 55 he thought.

She turned round, and he followed her in, transfixed by the huge ass. What the hell, why not go through with it, he thought.

She turned to him and stuck out her hand - he pulled out the money and gave it to her. "In there" she said, pointing at a door, then she shoved the money into her top before she walked in herself.

Shaking, he walked in. He was about to live his greatest fantasy, having a big woman sitting on his face. He put out of his mind the smell in the place, the darkness and seediness. All he could think about was her size - she was a big woman.

In the room there was a chair and a bed. He sat on the floor in front of the chair. That was his biggest fantasy. He wanted to be tied down to the chair and sat on like he was nothing.

The woman came back in, and he told her what he wanted. He wanted her to sit on his face for the whole time, and not allow him to speak. He wanted to be her chair. "Sure" she said, not looking as if she was much interested.

He tried to sound confident and she reached down some belts from an old wooden wardrobe by the wall. She tied his wrists together behind him, and then his ankles. Then she left.

Ralph waited for several minutes, feeling like he was being conned. He could hear sounds from other rooms - was she entertaining someone else on his money?

Then he heard footsteps and she came back in. She stood in front of him and let the towel drop. Seeing those huge buttocks gave Ralph a shock. He knew they would engulf his whole head.

Then she slowly sat back. Ralph felt the pressure increase gradually. She was sweaty and he could smell her aroma. Did she not shower first?

Her buttocks spread around his face as it was pushed deeper & between into their softness. In fact, Ralph was surprised as she began to lean back how firm they were. His eyes were pressed closed by her skin, which he hadn't envisaged. She had control over his facial muscles already.

The big shock was how much that weight was beginning to crush him. He didn't realise that she was using her arms to hold herself up on the arms of the chair.

The buttocks moved slowly but unyieldingly around his face further. He felt his features being pressed tight against her hole now - the sweat was sticky and hot. She had sat back enough so that his chin stuck out under her and he could breathe.

And then POW! Ralph had thought that she was sitting on him fully. He had not expected the weight to be immense and so far it wasnt. It hadnt occurred to him just how heavy a big 'mature' 55 year old could be. Until she let go of the armrests.

Although she only sank an inch or two - it felt like nothing to her, except a tightening of the feeling of her buttocks around the little runt's face - to Ralph the change was immeasurable.

It had gone from his enjoyable fetish to a crushing hell. He didn't consider how lucky he was to be able to breathe - this was all new to him. But her huge weight was not compressing him into the seat cushion. It was only a little cushion, and the back of his head was crushed against the wooden base of the chair. Under her weight, the cushion at that point was also compressed from 10 inches to only a millimeter or two.

The whole of the pressure was concentrated on his face. Her buttocks were spread around him, enveloping him in a sticky sweaty prison.

It all amazed and shocked him. There was total surrounding, crushing and compressing pressure. He was bound and unable to move. But it was too much.

"Mist..." he started to say. But - as per his instructions - those legs closed. The thighs pressed together. Their fat spread and squashed down, smothering him. She stretched her legs out, increasing the pressure all over. Now he couldn't breathe. He couldn't move at all. This was awful.

He had to escape. But how does one escape from under a huge, fat, old woman who is contentedly sitting on your face. Especially when your wrists are tied together. And particularly when not only does she not care one way or the other but she also has explicit instructions to stop all speech.

She opened her legs apart and sat back again. The pressure remained, but Ralph gasped for air. He wanted her to get the message. "Plea..." again, the thighs snapped shut. This time he felt her heels against the side of his balls. She began to crush.

The effort she was exerting was minimal. This was really nothing to her. In fact, it made a welcome change. She decided she would give this little twerp his full half hour instead of finishing early. Maybe even relax a bit longer?

She opened her thighs again after a minute. Ralph's balls ached, his head felt pulverised, but he could breathe. The air was not fresh, but he could breathe.

He had to escape. "Mercy Mist...." he almost said it, but again those thighs closed. He felt a heavy bounce on his face, and then those feet closed hard around his balls this time as she crushed her feet together. He couldn't scream in pain as those fat thighs had sealed his mouth. To give him the message, she smothered him like this, and crushed his balls hard, until she felt him really start to struggle. Then she opened her legs, and was greeted by those gasps.

"Shut up" she announced. How come he wasn't getting the message? His own message? She knew that he didn't really want to go on, but she was actually quite enjoying it now. It was about time she got her own back on one of these stupid students.

She sat back again and relaxed, not expecting to hear another sound. Ralph finally did get the message.

He was in hell, in a sweaty crushing prison. The fat whore was sitting back on his face, her legs stretched out. Her full weight concentrated on his head. The powerful compression continued unabated.

He couldn't move a muscle. Occasionally, the phone rang. The first time he thought that he would be reprieved. Sadly for him, she leaned to the side. Her left buttock mashed down onto his face hard, and as she leaned to reach the phone, her right buttock gently unpeeled itself from his face, as if the sweat had been an adhesive to join them together.

Ralph had to listen to her next few bookings from underneath. Just in case, she sealed her thighs together and held him in that crushing smothering prison until the end of the phonecall.

Its amazing how slowly time passes when you are trapped like this, thought Ralph. He continually hoped it would all be over, that he would have a reprieve.

His big mistress was having too good a time to release him. It was a welcome chance of a well payed break for an hour or two. There was no need to get up. That face, secured so deeply between her mighty buttocks, kept her amused. She relaxed.

(Additional text added by Dolphin20pl1)

[dolphin20pl1]

After a short while she stood up, Ralphs face was heavy with her perspiration & he took in deep lung fulls of air as she calmly walked from him. "I-I...couldn`t breath", he stammered. "I told you to shut up", she snapped, "I`m going to make myself a cup of coffee, then I`ll be back", she added.

Ralph couldn`t believe what he`d heard. He began to tug at the belts to try & free himself, it was no use of course, he wasn`t going anywhere until she released him. He looked at the clock on the mantlepiece. He had been there for 45 minutes, he`d only paid for 30. What the hell was she doing.

Suddenly she was in the room again & now dressed in a tight knee length grey skirt & a black silky bra . "I only paid for.....", he said, "didn`t you hear me the first time", she said, "I said shut up", she added in a cold tone, she didn`t even look at him, she simply turned her back on him & sat until all her weight was once again on his face pressing it down into the cushion.

Once again Ralph was in hell as she sat there uncaringly, she crossed one leg over the other & then she sipped at her coffee ignoring the mmph mmph noises that had already begun to emanate from beneath her.

Then the phone went again. "I do a full hour for £100, half an hour for £70, blowjob for £40", she said to the anonamous caller. Then there was a long pause. Ralph wondered if she`d hung up, then the conversation began again.

"I can do that, if you have the money yes, tonight at 7pm, Block 8 door number 7, see you tonight then love"

Marie hung off & settled back down into her coffee enjoying the feeling of Ralphs face trapped beneath her as she smiled.

This lasted for another three quarters of an hour, Ralph was unmercifully & systematically tormented under her fat skirted ass, she allowed him to breath when he needed to but she absolutely refused to allow him to speak the whole time until the session finally ended. She then stood up & untied him.

Ralph quickly composed himself & breathed in lungfulls of cool, clean air. Then he looked once again at the clock. "Please, please stop, I tried to tell you I only paid for 30 minutes", he said in a concerned & worried voice, "I don`t have any more money"

Marie smiled. "No worries little boy, I`ve finished with you now, just consider the extra a freebie", she said, "I quite enjoyed it anyway & got a few bookings in whilst doing it too", she added. Ralph then got up & left Marie to get back to her normal routine as he walked sheepishly from the flat to her laughing.

The whole week following that, Ralph just couldn`t get the idea of what she`d done out of his head, he really wanted another session but his mind had already began to elaborate upon his fantasy. He had formulated a plan to adapt an armchair that could hold him inside it & he was desperate to ask Marie wether she would use it on him. He eventually plucked up the courage to phone her again.

"Can you sit on my face again", he said in an excited voice upon her answer. At first Marie wasn`t aware who she was speaking too but then the penny dropped. "Ah, my little seat boy", she said, "want another session then do we love", she added.

Ralph drew a deep breath. "Could I bring something with me", he said nervously. Imediately the big whore went into business mode. "Any additional equipment is extra, £50 for whips or gags, another £50 if you want me to dress in something specific", she said. "No, it`s, it`s something I`m going to make, an armchair, a special armchair", said Ralph excitedly.

"I don`t have the room", said Marie, "You can`t go lugging furniture up these stairs waking all the neighbours" she added. "I`ll tie you to my own chair & sit on your face as before, it`s that or nothing", said Marie. Ralph sounded dejected. "Ok, can you do it now", he said, "If you have the money", said Marie, & the deal was struck once again.

The session went as before, Ralph paid the £60, she tied him to the chair & then she simply ignored him as she sat on his face the whole thirty minutes watching tv. This time it was thirty minutes too. Ralph however, still had ideas about the armchair & decided to have another go at persuading Marie to entertain it.

"It`s just an armchair, I go inside it & my face is in the seat part looking up", he said, "You could keep me in there & ignore me, I could be in there while you entertain other clients", he added, becoming more & more excited at the prospect"

"I don`t want any more furniture in my flat", said Marie, "It`s too bloody small already", she added. "I don`t want you bringing furniture with you & taking it away whenever you come here, it isn`t practical", said Marie. "But you could keep it, I could come &.....", he said growing ever more excited. She cut him off in an instance.

"It`s not going to happen", she said acidically, "I do what I`ve told you & nothing more".

Ralph was on a roll though, his imagination began to get the better of him. "What about if you kept me here longer than my session time", he said. Marie sighed, his insistence was begining to bother her. Ralph however was allowing himself to get more & more carried away with his fantastical longings.

"You could even keep me here permanently", he said. "I-I would give you everything in my bank account", he added foolishly. "Don`t be silly", said Marie, "I`m serious, I have £6000 in it, it`s yours if you do this", said Ralph.

Marie sighed once again. "Off you go", she said, "time for you to leave I think", she added whilst ushering him out through the front door. Ralph then left dejectedly but now couldn`t get the idea of being a permanent seat to a big woman out of his head.

Two weeks went slowly by. Ralph`s thoughts & fantasies were now becoming almost totally occupied with the notion of being a permanent seat slave to a woman, if not Marie, then he`d find someone else. He began scanning the classifieds again. Then all of a sudden, out of the blue he received a phone call from Marie.

"How did you get my number?", he asked, surprised at her being able to call him. "Never mind how seat boy", said Marie, "I got it & that`s all you need to know", she said. Ralph fell silent unsure then of what to say. "What do you want?", he said meekly.

"What do I want", said Marie, "I want to know if your still serious about your armchair stunt that`s what", she added, Ralph cleared his throat, his penis began hardening in his pants. "Er, um, yes, of course I am", he said. There was a long silence.

"Can you be at my flat in ten minutes", said Marie abruptly, "Er, y-yes", said Ralph. "Good, be there then", said Marie abruptly & then she hung up.

Ralph was stunned. Stunned & excited. He gathered up his note pad, the one with his armchair design in it & imediately left for Maries with butterflies well & truly doing overtime in his stomach.

When he got there, he stood silently outside the front door to her block. He was nervous, as nervous as when he had first came here. He pressed the buzzer. "Who is it?", came the reply. "It`s me, Ralph", said Ralph. There was a short pause, Ralph could hear her talking to someone, "The seats here", she said in a quiet voice. The door buzzed & released the lock, Ralph walked in & climbed the stairs to Maries flat wondering just what he might be getting himself into.

When he entered the flat, he was imediately aware of another woman sitting in the living room. She was about the same age as Marie, mid to late fifties, may`be even a little older, her shoulder length permed hair dyed a deep brown, & facially more on the unatractive side than vice versa.

She wore a rather hideous black diaphanous semi transparent gauzy blouse with satin frills on it & a short tight grey skirt that hugged her large nylon covered cellulite marked thighs in such a way as to almost be splitting the side seams. Her clothing looked dated & old, the black nylon lining of her skirt showed past it`s hem due to it`s age & her low heeled shoes looked in need of replacement.

She had definately seen better days, a smoker too if her wrinkled top lip were anything to go by, but her ample hips, wide butt & at least 50DD, or possibly 50EE tits straining at the black nylon bra clearly visible beneath her almost see through blouse more than made up for the lack of looks.

At first, Ralph was imediately on the defensive, he was nervous about the other woman not knowing who she might be & it showed on his face. "Sit down", said Marie, "This is my friend Mavis, she`s interested in your armchair scene", said Marie. Ralph gulped loudly. "Oh", he said & that was all that he said.

"Ya wanna be a womans seat", said Mavis abruptly, "er, um, yes", said Ralph in a meek tone of voice. "Ya wanna be my seat", said the woman coldly. Ralph was all of a sudden out of his depth, after all he knew nothing of this woman, she could be a serial killer for all he knew.

"Well, do ya or don`t ya", snapped the dragon lady on the sofa. Ralph bowed his head looking at the awesome spread of her wide hips & her arse as they all but completely covered the entire seat cushion. "Yes", he said, "Yes I guess so".

"This chair ya got", said the woman, "this armchair, Marie says ya go inside it & yer ed is in the seat", she added. Ralph nodded meekly whilst looking to Marie nervously. "Marie tells me ya have money & that you`ll pay a woman to keep ya inside it permanently while she just sits on ya", she said. Ralph nodded once again.

"You`ll sign over ya bank account details to me, all £6000 yes", she said, Ralph fell momentarilly silent. "I-I er um...", he stammered. "Well, YES or NO!", yelled Mavis agressively. Ralph nodded, his aprehension building once again in his gut as he spoke. He wasn`t sure about this at all now, he felt as though he were being steered, coherced, but Mavis`s awesome stature, her wide spreading hips & arse & those large breasts positively transfixed him.

"Where is this armchair?", said the woman, "I, er, I`m still building it, but here are the details", said Ralph handing her his notebook.

Mavis looked it over intently. "What`s this bottle ere?", she asked, "Ralph coloured up embarrassed by what he`d drawn. "It collects my waste", said Ralph, "My, you know.....", he added. "I`m not stupid, I can guess", said Mavis with a smile. "And these straps inside hold ya in place inside the chair so that ya can`t escape?", asked the woman, Ralph nodded. "What about the back, there ain`t a door, how do ya get in & out?", said Mavis studying the design further.

"It`s designed so that I can`t get out", said Ralph, "I go in & the wooden part that my legs are strapped too gets bolted & nailed back in place, then the material on the back gets stapled back on again, I don`t come out", he added. Mavis turned to Marie & smiled a sickly smile. "And once yer in it, nobody can see ya, nobody but me knows yer in there?", she asked. "No", said Ralph. "Ya think a little runt like you can survive under me?", said Mavis, "ya think ya can survive being just a thing under me big fat ass, a seat fer me to sit on whenever & however often I like", she added. Ralph nodded but said nothing.

Mavis turned to Marie & spoke. "He don`t say much does he, certainly is a quiet one ain`t he", she said lighting up a cigarette to confirm his earlier assumption of her being a smoker, "just as well really, he won`t be talking much under me that`s for sure", she added with yet another sickly smile. "If I does this to ya, I`ll probably have to gag ya when I`m not using the chair ya knows that dontcha, with me knickers I think, tied in with a nice silky scarf, we wouldn`t want anyone hearing ya cries when I`m out now would we", said Mavis coldly.

Ralphs blood ran cold at her words.

"You`ll sign a contract as well of course", said Mavis, "a contract?", asked Ralph, "Yeh, to protect me, don`t wanna end up being accused of kidnapping ya & keeping ya locked up in me home now do I", she said. Ralph nodded again.

"He really don`t say much at all does he Marie", said Mavis as she shifted her ample hips & arse up off the sofa to turn & face Marie. Ralph couldn`t help but notice her wide hips & her arse then, it strained inside the tight grey skirt & her thighs, clad in dark shiny nylons wobbled ever so slightly as she moved. He was getting another erection.

"When will I get ya bank details", said Mavis, "I er, I suppose I`ll arrange it right away", said Ralph, gazing in awe at her huge arse & still not knowing quite what he was getting himself into.

"If ya really do want this, I mean REALLY want this, I`ll do it", said Mavis, "Get the chair made & contact Marie when it`s done", ordered Mavis. "Ya better be sure about this though, real sure cos the sooner ya get started, the sooner we can get started on ya being me, PERMANENT seat", she added & bade Marie farewell before promptly leaving the flat.

"Happy now", said Marie, "You got what you wanted, although I must admit I do feel rather sorry for you", she added. "A lifetime under Mavis`s heavy arse & thighs, whatever were you thinking"

Ralph grimaced. "I`m not sure", he said as Marie ushered him out the door.

That evening he walked slowly back to his little flat near the shopping centre thinking deeply about what he was doing & what he might be getting himself into. It was obvious of course that the big woman Mavis was only interested in the money, but strange though it seemed that fact seemed to add to his fantasy. It kind of said that she really would be just using him as a seat & nothing else.

The following week was spent basically spying on the woman who would soon be sitting on him & on adapting & perfecting the armchair to his specifications. He had seen Mavis going into the supermarket across the road from where he lived & had begun to watch her more or less every day after noticing that she visited the shops on a daily basis. In so doing, he had also started to get a much better picture of the kind of woman she was, which was basically unrefined to say the least.

Her manner of dress was something to behold for she seemed to be one of those older women that still felt they could get away with looking sexy. He had seen the type before, garish satin, nylon or shiny lycra clothing, exagerated frills, short skirts & see through materials, it all left a little to be desired. Her ass, hips, thighs & breasts though never failed to impress him as he ogled her in secret from his flat, for Ralph was indeed a commited bum & tit man.

He began to wonder just what it would be like to be sat on by her, to be owned by her whilst she ignored him completely. In his minds eye, he pictured himself at her home in the armchair while she was out & about as she was now. Would she act the same, would she stop & chat to friends as he had seen her do countless times outside the supermarket. Would she even think about him at home, trapped in the armchair awaiting her return. The very thought of it all made him shivver with delight & the more he thought about it, the less uncertain he became of going through with his plan.

Mavis was begining to look rather desirable to him if he didn`t say so himself!

Of course before any of this could become a reality, he had to get the chair made first & he had obviously chosen as large an armchair as he could get so that when he lay within it, his face would be suitably mid way in it`s seat while his legs were suitably hidden within it`s back rest.

When he had finally finished it, it truly was a marvel of construction. His woodwork teacher at his old school would have been proud of him. A padded wooden section as wide as his upper body had been fitted into position below the seat itself for him to lay himself upon with some degree of comfort, the rear edge of this section had three hinges attached which in turn held the board upon which his legs would be strapped prior to it being swung up & into position in the back rest of the armchair itself, where it would then be permanently nailed & bolted into position to effectively seal him in the chair.

These boards in turn sported conveniently positioned leather restraining straps just below the armrests & near to his thighs & ankles to prevent him struggling too much when he was finally installed in the chair. In the centre of the seat itself, directly under it`s cushion a neat hole had been cut for his face to peer out of. At first he had intended to cut a hole into the armchairs removable cushion as well but he then remembered that Mavis had no wishes for him to be visible in the chair by anyone other than herself. This way, when he was not in use, it`s cushion would of course hide his face from view.

He did however alter & use one of the cushions from the old matching sofa that he`d bought with the armchair just in case Mavis wanted a cushion with a hole in it also.

Down in the base of the chair on it`s right hand side, Ralph had also made a small concealed hatchway about eighteen inches high by about twelve inches wide which would facilitate the removal of his waste collection jar for emptying. He`d obtained suitable lengths of tubing & certain medical apparatus from a chemist that was normally used by old age pensioners who had bladder or bowel problems in order to facilitate this.

A device known as a convene would be slipped over his penis & tightened in place rather like a large condom to take care of his water & an air bulb retained enema attachment in his ass would effectively handle his solid waste once he had been installed.

It was complete. He sat back on his own sofa & contemplated his next move whilst looking at his bizarre creation. He would now have to phone Marie of course but the thought of doing so caused him both fear & excitement within. He felt like a man on a cliff anticipating jumping to his inevitable doom. What was strange though was that the thought excited him immensely.

Even after he had actually gathered his thoughts & composure & made the call, he still had thoughts about what the hell he was doing. This woman, Mavis was really going to keep him, quite permanently inside this armchair, how would that feel he wondered. Would he change his mind after a while & want to be released. Would Mavis release him!

He thought not for that would probably mean she`d lose the money & that was something he instinctively felt she would not tolerate. She had demanded a contract after all! It was too late now anyway, he had actually cancelled his university placement & given notice on his flat. Now he was commited.

For the next two days, Ralph was in utter torment. Marie had told him only to wait while she got hold of Mavis, this however seemed to be taking quite some time. By the time contact was eventually made again, he was going out of his mind. It was a quarter to one in the afternoon on a tuesday when the knock on the door finally came. Ralph opened it up nervously to find both Marie & Mavis standing there, he let them both in & they imediately sat without speaking.

How did they know where he lived he wondered to himself. He never bothered asking.

Mavis was true to form as always, The same grey skirt with the dropped visible nylon lining, Dark nylons or may`be tights upon her legs, he wasn`t sure which of course, different shoes & blouse this time though for she wore grey high heeled pumps that looked in need of re-heeling & a pink long billowy sleeved satin blouse open to her cleavage. This time, her hair was bunched up upon her head & kept in place with a rather unfetching alice band. Marie wore a dark denim skirt & a cardigan over a cream silk vest style top. She looked altogether more conventional than the rather garish Mavis.

Mavis took in the surroundings, her gaze finally falling upon the armchair. "Is this it?", she said abruptly whilst pointing towards it. "Yes it is", said Ralph a little nervously. "It looks good, quite ordinary, I like that", said Mavis lifting herself up from the sofa & walking towards the chair.

Once again Ralph found himself becoming mesmerised by the sight of Mavis`s awesomely proportioned ass & thighs as she moved, he watched as she bent forwards & pressed the cushion with her hand to test it`s comfort, & as she did, the rear hem of her skirt rode up slightly to reveal more of it`s shiny nylon lining to his gaze. He gulped audibly as she turned to face him with a look in her eye that chilled him to the bone. Then she slowly & purposfully sat. It was as though she were reading his mind.

Ralph couldn`t help himself. "Oh god", he sighed, loud enough for both women to hear him. Marie tutted & looked out the window as though she had better things to do with her time, Mavis smiled arrogantly as she allowed her wide ass to settle all over the cushion. "It feels nice n comfy", she said wriggling about, "Yes, I think it`ll look good in me home, just the right colour too, fit in just right", she added. Ralph swallowed hard, "I-I`m glad you like it", he said allowing his eyes to fix upon Mavis`s lower extremeties as he imagined his face trapped under them. Then he quickly averted them as he noticed Mavis had caught him oggling.

"Ya kin look", she said agressively, "I don`t mind ya lookin at me ass n thighs", she added with a rather mischevious laugh. "I mean, I might as well get used to it, you`ll be under em soon won`t ya seat boy", she added. "Under this very skirt praps", she added while smoothing her palms acsross the taut fabric stretched across her ample thighs.

It was all too much for poor old Ralph, he was becoming arroused again & it was showing in the front of his trousers. "Don`t ya go expectin me to go easy on ya though", said Mavis, "seats are just fer sittin on so don`t ya go expectin me to talk to ya or treat ya as anything other than me seat, cos that`s all you`ll be ya know that dontcha"

Ralph said nothing, he just nodded as he continued to take in the vista before him. He was lost in his own personal fantasy of being in that chair beneath Mavis`s awesome ass & thighs.

Mavis laughed again. "Look at im look Marie", she said motioning to his groin, "the Little perv`s getting all turned on already, wonder if he even knows what he`s gettin himself into", she added. "Sure ya still wanna be me seat then luv, still want me to keep ya in this thing". Ralph felt himself colouring up again. "Er um Y-Yes, of course I do", he stammered. "Of course ya do what", spat Mavis. "Of course I want to be your seat", said Ralph. Mavis`s expression changed then to one of spite, she stood up & moved menacingly towards him, he in turn backed against the wall nervously.

"If your gonna be me very own permanent seatslave, your gonna ave to address me proper, ya know that dontcha", snapped Mavis standing before him. Ralph didn`t know quite what to say. Mavis placed both hands upon her hips in a classic dominating stance & then she moved forwards again & pressed her ample body against him to pin the much smaller lad against the wall as she did so. Poor Ralph became instantly aware of the overpowering smell of her cheap perfume & imediately found himself peering into her opened blouse & down into her deep cleavage. He could see her bra, it was huge, beige & silky & looked as though it were struggling to contain the awesome mammeries that heaved with her every breath within it.

"Mistress", snapped Mavis looking down into his terrified young features as he looked up into her face with a puzzled expression. "I wanna be adressed as mistress", she added, "Do ya understand me boy", Ralph nodded meekly. "Yes mistress", said Ralph as Mavis smiled that sickly smile again & then moved back from him towards the armchair again. Then turning around again with that same arrogant look in her eye, she slowly sat upon it.

"Ave a good long look seatboy", said Mavis as she sat, "You`ll never see me sit like this again cus next time you`ll be seeing it all from a diffrent angle altogether", she said as Ralph watched, with his jaw dropped in astonishment as she allowed her flesh to splurge once again in the chair.

She then reached into the patent handbag at her side to withdraw her cigarette pack before removing & lighting one up as she continued to look towards him where he stood. "Ya bank account details", she said blowing a stream of smoke into the air, "I wannem now". Ralph went to the drawer in the kitchen & retrieved the details with a pit forming in his gut. Then he returned & handed them to her. She took them from him & glanced the details. "I`ll need authorisation too of course, somethin from ya to say yer lettin me draw all the money out in one go" Ralph nodded rather stupidly again, his mind was filled with the fantasy of being Mavis`s permanent chair, he was on autopilot! She was the autopilot....

"So", she said, blowing another stream of smoke into the air. "Is everything finished with this chair", she added, "Don`t want no accidents when ya in it & I wanna be able to just forget about ya once yer inside", she said. "don`t want no crying & begging to be let out either cos ya won`t be getting out", she added, "I`ll feed ya sometimes of course, & change ya bottle but that`ll be it, that`ll be all I ever does other than sit on ya, d`ya understand me?", said Mavis crossing one leg across the other as she spoke, so as to draw his attention down to the cushion & her nyloned thighs once again.

Ralph gulped visibly at the show, her words filtered into his brain somewhere along the line but to be honest, he would have agreed to anything she said at that moment in time. He could now see also that she was wearing tights as well, not stockings as he`d hoped, he could see the dark shiny nylon as it spanned up across her right buttcheek which had become visible now due to the crossing of her fleshy legs.

"Do ya ave any money on ya other than whats in ya bank", said Mavis, "About thirty pounds", said Ralph, his gaze stil fixed upon her ass & thighs as he spoke. "Ya can use that to get me new armchair taken to me place this afternoon", said Mavis as she reached into her handbag. "This is me address", she said as she handed him a piece of paper. "I wants that back once ya arrives too, don`t want anything left ere linking ya to me house", she added. Then she took another piece of folded paper from her handbag & handed that to him also.

"Read that & sign it this afternoon after we leave", said Mavis, "It`s a contract fer me protection as agreed", she added & then she got up off the armchair looking to Marie as she did so. "Ready Mar", she said, "Got a bit of shopping to do before I goes home", she added. Marie smiled at Ralph as they both then left the flat & him to his twisted thoughts. Mavis continued on down the stairs & was waiting at the bottom door for her friend. Marie stayed behind briefly on the top landing to talk to Ralph.

"Are you really sure you want this?", she asked. Ralph simply nodded, his mind still pretty much on autopilot. "She won`t let you go you know, she`s dead serious about this, she`ll keep you in that armchair & you`ll remain there", added Marie. "And I do mean REMAIN there", she said ominously.

"I arranged this because you sounded like you really wanted this to happen, you better understand what you`re getting yourself into here & that you`re probably going to be listed as missing by someone sooner or later", said Marie, "Don`t expect me to ever come get you out of this because from this point on, I wash my hands of it", she added. "If anybody ever comes to my door asking if I know you I`ll deny all knowledge of you".

It was strange, her words, the finality of it all, it was all arrousing Ralph like nothing ever had done, he knew this was kind of stupid but he couldn`t help but want it now. May`be in his minds eye he felt that if he really did change his mind about this at a later date, Mavis would let him go & return the money to him. Something else though said that she wouldn`t do that at all. And the thought of that excited him beyond belief! He was like a fish caught in a beautiful net.

Marie then left his flat to join her friend. Ralph opened up the folded piece of paper & read it`s contents. It was a simple, rather scruffily written note absolving Mavis of all guilt should anything happen to him or if anyone were to find him in her home. It prevented him from ever saying that she had forcibly kidnapped him & it ensured that it was quite clear that he himself had arranged all of this without cohersion of any kind. With trepidation, & his hormones playing havok with his better judgement, he foolishly signed the letter & then he phoned a local man & van to arrange transport of the armchair to the address Mavis had given him. Then he made himself a cup of coffee.

It was now 8pm that same evening. The armchair, hitherto reffered to by Mavis as, "Her armchair", had been transported to her house & she had already contacted him to now bring himself also.

When Ralph finally arrived, it was all pretty much how he`d expected it to be. Mavis had changed into a quite hideous lime green & brown patterned satin housecoat kind of thing, her hair was bunched up on top of her head with a black satin scrunchie & she was wearing pale blue fluffy slippers upon her nylon tighted feet.

Her home, which in fact turned out to be a flat was just as dingy as Maries. When Mavis led him in, he addressed her as mistress as she had asked, then, after he had managed to tear his attention from her huge jiggling breasts, thighs & arse, he began to take in the suroundings of what was to effectively become his new prison.

He passed first from the darkened hallway & on into Mavis`s living room, noticing as he did the typically council type kitchen on the left with it`s stained cooker & the downstairs toilet on the right as he did so. The living room itself was decorated in yellowing, nicotine stained, late seventies patterned wallpaper, the ceiling artexed but yellowing now due to Mavis`s heavy smoking habit hung ominously overhead, a sight which was to suddenly instill within him the thought that it was to very probably be one of his only sights later whenever Mavis wasn`t actually sitting in her armchair.

He averted his gaze from the ceiling & then he continued looking around the room, noticing as he did an old Bush colour tv which stood directly in line with his already delivered armchair, which he noticed had already been conveniently positioned in a place that was comfortable for Mavis to watch her favourite programs. The thought caused his cock to twitch as he anticipated being trapped helplessly within it while she perhaps watched a movie or the three & a half hour Eastenders omnibus perhaps.

"I`ll warn ya now seatboy", said Mavis, breaking him out of his thoughts. "I watches a lot of tv, I`ll sit in that armchair a lot & as far as I`m concerned yer just gonna be a part of it, ya won`t exist to me at all", she added as she once again lit up a cigarette. "That`s how I want it", said Ralph, his voice faltering again with the excitement that was building within him. "Good", said Mavis smuggly, "Cos that`s how it`s gonna be".

Her words made Ralph positively shivver inside.

"Ya better show me how ta get ya in this thing & how I`m sposed to close it all up again", said Mavis. "Then, as a little treat, if you like ya can go ave one last walk round me house, I`ll show ya me bedroom & things & the cloths I got in me wardrobe, I got lots of really nice cloths in me wardrobe ya know", she said, "I`ll show ya the skirts & dresses & things I`ll wear when I sits on ya", said Mavis, "not that your ever gonna see me other rooms & me wardrobe again once yer in me armchair of course, but I thought ya might just like to see the rest of the place where ya being kept", added Mavis.

"Ok", said Ralph nervously, as he then began to show her the intricacies of the armchairs design. He showed her how his bodily fluids & his other waste would be channeled to the bottle in the side, how to remove it, how to re-attach it etc etc. Then he opened up the material covering at the back of the armchair to show her the interior & it`s workings & how it all interlocked & bolted back into place once he was inside it. Mavis reached in & pulled at the leather straps fixed to the wood inside to test their strength.

"Don`t want ya getting free & escaping now do I", she said with a sickly smile. "Don`t worry", said Ralph, "the restraints are bolted into the wood & the frame itself actually traps me in place once it`s swung up & bolted to the backrest with the security bolts", added Ralph. "Once I`m in there I can`t get out unless I`m let out".

Mavis lit up another cigarette & blew the smoke upwards in a deep exhale. "That ain`t gonna happen", she said, "Ya wanted to be kept in there fer real & thats exactly what I`m gonna do to ya", said Mavis. Ralph gulped, his cock once again twitching excitedly at her words. "Until then though, I advise ya to think about what ya getting yerself into here seatboy, this is ya last chance to back out", said Mavis sucking audibly on her cigarette as though she were trying to get the absolute maximum amount of nicotine from within it.

Ralph of course was now primed in his excitement at what he was contemplating. He couldn`t turn back now & he knew it, everything had been arranged, his parents had been informed that he was going to be away for a long time, his flat had been returned, his college course cancelled. "No, this is what I want", said Ralph, still in the grip of his post sexual high. "Then let`s go for a quick walk round me house then before I locks ya in me chair shall we", said Mavis as she led him from the room & on up the stairs.

The upstairs turned out to be much the same as the downstairs, although to be truthful, it did smell much nicer in that the air was rather thick with perfume, particularly in Mavis`s bedroom. Her bed was a large confortable looking wood affair with a pink quilted satin cover & a femininely styled, frilled vallance, while two equally comfortable looking matching pillows graced it`s ornate headboard. An oak dresser complete with attached mirror stood in the corner of the room, it`s surface full of make up, perfumes & various other feminine paraphernalia strewn atop it. It`s top drawer was open & various bra`s panties, tights & other such fineries were bursting out from within. The two remaining drawers were shut.

Mavis walked purposfully to the large matching oak wardrobe in the other corner of the room which she then unlocked & opened. "These are me cloths", she said, still puffing on the cigarette in her lipsticked mouth like some caricature of fag ash lil. "Me skirts & me blouses & dresses & things", said Mavis running a hand amidst the hundreds of items within.

Ralph moved towards the wardrobe to look inside, it smelled kind of old & musty, like his grandmothers wardrobe used to smell when he`d hidden in it as a boy playing hide & seek.

"I likes dressing up nice", said Mavis, "And I really likes me nylon & me expensive silks & satins & tafettas, the stuff of a real womans wardrobe me husband always used to say, god rest his soul".

"I`ll be buying a lot more nice new things now as well", said Mavis, "ya six grand will come in very useful thats fer sure. Be nice n comfy for ya when I sits on ya face", said Mavis, as though it were the most natural thing in the world for her to do.

"I never wears slacks ya see, only skirts & dresses", she added, "be much nicer on ya face when I wears me silky skirts & things I mean", she said, "Nice & smooth fer ya when me big heavy ass is squashin ya down", she added with a sickly laugh. Ralph just smiled, he didn`t quite know what to say.

"Not into ladies dirty underwear are ya?", asked Mavis all of a sudden. "Knew a guy once that liked cleaning all me worn underwear with his mouth & tongue, washing it in his mouth & licking & suckin all the stains & sweat off em", she said.

"Quite gross really if ya ask me but I had the cleanest knicker gussets, tights & bras on the street that`s fer sure", she added, "Used ta put me knickers & me tights over his ed & tie me bras over his face so he could clean em", said Mavis, "Then I used to lock him in me wardrobe & leave him there till they was all clean", she added.

"He loved it, why I`ll never know but the more stained me underthings was, the more he liked it & ya better believe I does tend to get a bit messy in me drawers & stuff too", she said, "too much fer me washin machine to cope with", she added whilst unashamedly opening up her laundry basket to show Ralph it`s multitudinous silky contents, with it`s crumpled, heavily soiled underwear still rolled up in to the crotches of her discarded tights & the stale perfume smelling skirts, blouses & dresses as though to prove the point.

"May`be I`ll MAKE ya do it anyway", said Mavis sternly, "After all, yer me slave ain`t ya, what could ya do about it once yer trapped in me armchair eh", she added with a wink. Ralph looked into the laundry basket & gulped aloud. "No", he said, "I-I don`t think I would like that at all mistress", he said sheepishly, "I just want to be a womans seat", he said taken aback, "just your seat mistress, thats all", he added.

Mavis closed the laundry basket & huffed arrogantly. "That`s a shame, would ave liked me undies cleaned to perfection again", she said clipping the clips on the lid of the basket to hold the lid on. "Summit ta do with spit apparently, gets sweat stains outta bra cups & the staining in knicker gussets out a treat", she added, "much better than soap powder & lots cheaper too", said Mavis.

Ralph just looked on & said nothing.

"I will gag ya from time to time of course, ya know that dontcha", said Mavis, "I told ya I`d use me knickers fer that didn`t I, tied in with a scarve, I don`t want no crying out when yer in me armchair & I goes out d`ya remember me saying that?", she added.

Ralph smiled nervously. "Yes I know mistress", said Ralph remembering their past conversations, "but I`m really not into having to clean all of them like your other friend was", he said sheepishly.

Mavis huffed again. "Mmm, I see", she said, "Oh well, let`s get ya put in me armchair then shall we seatboy", said Mavis closing & locking her wardrobe door & then ushering him abruptly from the room. "Before ya changes ya mind", she added. Words which were to imediately instill Ralph with a mixture of fear & excitement as he allowed himself to be led back downstairs & into Mavis`s living room.

It took roughly forty five minutes for Ralph to become fixed in place & plumbed into the armchair. He was both frightened & excited, his excitement however was far in excess of any fear that he was feeling, for his fantasy had by now taken over completely.

Mavis of course knew the effect that her awesome thighs, breasts & ass were having on him as she moved around the chair positioning his face into the hole in the seat of the chair itself. She knew that so long as he could see those parts of her, she could strap his wrists, waist & ankles to their respective binding points on the boards inside the armchair without him suddenly seeing sence & backing out on his plan.

Mavis wanted the money, that much was true, she wasn`t going to risk losing it now that she had him there in the chair & she proceeded with utmost efficiency as she finalised his enslavement. She asked him if he was ok, Ralph croaked that he was & then she lifted the hinged board that held his legs up into position in the chairs back rest to be bolted permanently into place. If he chose to back out now, he couldn`t of escaped even if he tried, the thought made him shivver with a mix of fear & positive delight. Mavis picked up the staple gun & walked around to peer down into his trapped face fixed face up in the seat of HER new armchair.

"Time to re-upholster me new armchair seatboy", said Mavis with a glint in her eye. Ralph was a lost cause, he looked up at her, at her huge breasts hanging heavily beneath the glistening satin of her housecoat as she leaned forwards to speak to him. Briefly, he caught a glimpse of her black satin bra beneath as the material of her housecoat parted a little, Mavis made no attempt to cover up. Why should she? As far as she was now concerned he wasn`t even a human being anymore, he had passed from being that into being a chair for her to sit on. Nothing more.

His penis however, was rock hard, harder than it had ever been as he watched her go out of sight again.

"Do it Mistress Mavis", he said, "Oh please Mistress, make me your permanent seat, seal me in here forever", he said, breathing heavily now with his mounting excitement as he squirmed against the tightly strapped restraints & listened to the click, click of the staple gun as she stapled the fabric permanently back into place at the back of the armchair.

Then it was done.

Mavis walked slowly back around the chair to look down into his face with a rather smug & self satisfied smile upon her face. "I got ya now ain`t I seatboy", she said, much to Ralphs obvious delight as he squirmed in delight under her gaze. "Mavis is now £6000 better off & poor Ralphy has become her seatslave, FOREVER", said Mavis tauntingly. "Ya ave no idea what ya got yerself into ave ya", she said with a smile, Then she walked off towards the table at the side of the room to pick up the paper which she then opened to the tv page.

"W-what are you going to do to me mistress", said Ralph excitedly falling quickly into the role he`d created for himself as he spoke.

"Seats are fer sittin on aint they seatboy", said Mavis flicking casually through the paper. "Ya just me seat now aint ya so what do ya think I`m gonna do to ya", she added. "Ya face is in me seat, if ya don`t wannit sat on ya better move it ain`t ya", she added knowing full well of course that he couldn`t. "Better move it now or else I`ll just ave ta sit on it & crush it under me", she said.

"No, please mistress, please don`t sit on me", said Ralph feigning fear. "I-I`m trapped down here in your armchair mistress, I-I can`t get out, oh please don`t sit on me, please don`t sit on my face", said Ralph in his most meak mannered tone of voice. Mavis continued reading, ignoring him now completely as he simply stewed for a minute or two within his own fantastical longings.

"Now then", said Mavis, "Oh, theres a good film on tonight, three hours long, think I`ll watch that in me new armchair", she added, much to Ralphs obvious delight as he squirmed inside the chair straining his head to try & catch a glimpse of her as she read.

Then, all of a sudden she was there before him, standing directly before the armchair, her back to him as he gasped in awe of her. She was so close to him now that he could hear the rasping of her nylon tights as she moved her legs slightly, he was looking directly up her housecoat at her nyloned crotch, high up inbetween her thighs, he could see her full styled knickers underneath the shiny nylon, he was mesmerised, his cock fit to burst.

Then she just sat.

She sat as though he wasn`t even there in the chair, taking him completely by surprise, no words, no looking down at him, nothing. She simply bent her knees & sat heavily until his face was completely lost under the oppresive smothering nylon & satin covered flesh of her. Then she crossed one leg over the other as she reached for the TV remote control, screwing his visage under her as she did so before turning on the TV.

This was like nothing Ralph had ever experienced before, Marie had been heavy when he`d paid her to sit on him, Mavis however was something else entirely. When he had first met her, he had guessed her age at somewhere between fifty & fifty five, she was actually fifty nine, one year off sixty! And she sat with the confidence & nonchalance of a mature woman who had seen a few things in her life, she had been a prostitute herself for nine years so that went without saying.

With Ralph however, this was the easiest £6000 she had ever made, as far as she was concerned, if he was foolish enough to hand all that cash over to her with the request that she keep him permanently in the armchair, she would damn well take advantage of it. That money was hers now & she wasn`t going to give it up, not now. As far as she was concerned it was easy money & Ralph would get exactly what he wanted, wether he wanted it now or not.

PERMANENCE!

Deep within the armchair, Ralph tugged at the leather restraints holding him firm, he couldn`t escape, he knew that but it just felt divine to squirm & struggle under this awesome woman as she ignored his presence completely.

Above him, Mavis relaxed fully into the armchair, she could feel his little face trapped underneath her knickered arse but just as he`d requested, she chose to brush it from her mind as she settled in to a bout of TV. She let herself fall back into the chair so that her back came into contact with the backrest & in so doing, the shifting of her nether regions upon Ralphs face afforded him a slight reprieve in the suffocation he was by then experiencing, as his mouth became uncovered just to the side enough for him to inhale.

"Please, plee...", he cried. Mavis shifted again to seal his mouth into her nyloned crotch once again & he spoke no more. Thirty seconds passed, then forty, then fifty...

Ralphs lungs began to collapse, he was begining to pass out, he saw stars in his smothered out eyes as he tried to voice his distress. "MMph", he cried directly into Mavis`s crotch as she sat, ignoring him. One minute thirty seconds had passed, he was bucking now inside the armchair, he had no breath left in his tortured lungs whatsoever.

"Oh god no don`t kill me now, not now", he thought in desperation, as he began to slip slowly into oblivion. "Please, please Mavis....."

Then she lifted. Mercifully, she got up out of the chair to go to the table to fetch her cigarettes. Ralph gulped in huge amounts of life giving air, fearful of her sitting again right away. She had nearly suffocated him, he thought he knew what it was like to be under a big woman but he`d got it wrong, he`d got it very wrong. Then all of a sudden, Mavis was upon him again, without a thought she had appeared to drop onto his tormented & trapped visage all over again.

"No, noooo.....", he cried. It was no use of course. Mavis simply sat & crosed her huge thighs one over the other as before, smothering him completely. Mercifully though, on this occasion he found he could suck in tiny amounts of air due to the fact that Mavis was slightly off centre of his mouth, she was sitting just a little to the right with one arm resting on the arm of the chair. Ralph was breathing, barely!

It had never dawned on him before just how much a woman of Mavis`s fleshy weightiness would compress not just the cushion of his armchair prison cell, but also it`s supporting frame as well. The wooden cross members supporting the seat itself were bending just enough to come into contact with his chest & upper stomach as he lay trapped inside. He could also feel the weight of her against his thighs as she rested back into the seat oblivious to his presence.

Mavis didn`t care of course, she was doing exactly what he had requested, ignoring him completely. She lit up a cigarette & began flicking through the channels until she found something worth watching whilst Ralph suffered in silence beneath her, eventually settling on the film she had read about. She then watched the film in it`s entirety, she could just about hear Ralphs laboured breathing under her ass, it kind of tickled although not in an annoying way, more a nice way.

"I could get used to this", she thought to herself, "I definately could"

The film lasted two & a half hours during which, Mavis never lifted once from the seat of the armchair. She shifted a few times of course as one does in a chair but that was all. Occasionally, she sealed Ralphs mouth against her nylon covered ass once in a while but mercifully not long enough to pass him out permanently. Ralph however, was suffering a mix of very real torment & absolute bliss as he became lost in the fantasy of being Mavis`s seat cushion.

She sat on him that evening for a total of four hours, almost non stop. That night, Ralph had truly been shown what it was like to really be a seat to a big mature woman. He had orgasmed four times during the whole scenario, his semen passing into the urine tube in his cock to enter the reception bottle down in the side of the armchair. He had urinated once also & this too had entered the bottle in just the way Ralph had intended. Mavis had been oblivious to it all of course, she had simply watched the film as though she were sat upon nothing but an inanimate armchair.

Then, at eleven pm after switching off the TV, she got up, turned off the living room lights & retired to her bedroom without one solitary word to the poor young man, trapped & suffering inside her armchair.

Ralph was exhausted. He had never experienced such a rush as during his ordeal beneath the uncaring Mavis. She had simply used him as a chair, an integral, built in part of it`s seat, & unbeknown to Ralph, she had enjoyed it immensely.

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Upstairs in her bedroom, Mavis removed her clothing & her underwear as she got ready for bed. Her knickers were wet in the crotch from a combination of arrousal & Ralphs heavy laboured perspiration, that had moistened her tights & filtered through into the silken material whilst she`d been sat on him. She opened up her dirty lingerie hamper & then she threw her just removed clothing in on top of the rest of her soiled things.

Two pairs of knickers & a bra imediately caught her eye upon doing so, she then picked them up to see just how soiled the gussets of her knickers actually were & how sweaty the elasticated side band & the cups of her bra were as well. They weren`t at all pleasant to say the very least & the thought crossed her mind that she would gag Ralph with one of the pairs & slip a second pair over his head in the morning before she left her flat. She then wondered wether she should use her bra as well. Just one of it`s huge silky cups would have enshrouded his entire head & once tied on with the straps would be quite impossible for him to shake free.

Mavis closed the lid of the laundry basket for now though to keep it`s contents suitably moist & fresh until they were required. She removed her full length luxurious burgundy satin nightdress from it`s hanger upon the door & then she slipped it over her head to let it glide down sensuously over her wobbling, amply proportioned body with the thought of what she would do to Ralph the next day, fresh in her mind as she finally retired to her bed.

Downstairs, Ralph fidgeted constantly against the unyielding leather straps holding him prisoner in the armchair. Now that he wasn`t being stimulated by the presence of Mavis walking about the room or sitting on him, he was begining to get a better picture of just what he had let himself in for. His hormones, previously running full bore were now simply ticking over & he was starting to realise the enormity of the situation he had created for himself. He was incredibly excited, but afraid at the same time. It was all so crazy. Mavis REALLY was going to keep him permanently in the armchair & just sit on him.

REMORSELESSLY!

He began to wonder wether he would be able to cope with such a cruel regime. The armchair had been sealed up now after all & Mavis had stated quite clearly that she would ignore any pleas for mercy & just keep him imprisoned in there indefinately. He began to ponder his bizarre situation, & as he did so, his libido imediately began to spring back into life. The truth of the matter was that he was now nothing more than a seat & Mavis was going to sit on him over & over again wether he wished her to or not. Perhaps he should just get used to it he thought to himself.

He closed his eyes as his cock hardened once more at the thought of it. If only he could reach it & wank himself off properly, he began to curse his own stupid thoroughness in his adaptations of the armchair. He began to wonder about Mavis, sleeping upstairs obliviously in her nice comfortable bed whilst he endured the rather less than comfortable accomodation downstairs. Then he suddenly fell into a dream filled sleep.

No sooner had he drifted off though, it was morning again. He had awakened to daylight entering the room through the pulled back curtains & the sound of Mavis moving about the room humming a tune to herself, he wondered wether he should greet her but thought it best not too. A slave doesn`t speak until spoken too. He chose instead to simply observe her as she bussied herself around him.

Today, she was dressed in a beige silk blouse & a black skirt that fell to just below her knees, on her feet she wore the same low heeled shoes from the day before & her legs were clad in tan nylon tights. The blouse was open to her cleavage & she wore a pale blue chiffon scarve tied loosely around her neck. For all intents of purposes, she seemed to be ignoring his presence completely. In her hand however she held two pairs of her soiled knickers & the black satin bra she had worn the day before. Ralph suddenly began to feel very aprehensive indeed.

Mavis spent a good half an hour to three quarters of an hour pottering around the house, she made herself a bowl of cereal & a cup of coffee, then in complete silence, as though it were the most natural thing in the world for her to do, she sat upon the armchair to smother Ralphs surprised face imediately beneath her arse & thighs once again.

On this occasion she had not smoothed her skirt behind her thighs as women do when sitting due to the fact that her hands were full. She had simply sat, her skirt falling around the hole in the seat of the armchair, Ralphs face going up inside it to become squashed directly under her tights & knickers as she lowered herself heavilly onto him. He had also now become accutely aware of the fact that Mavis was wearing a nylon slip or an underskirt beneath her skirt for his face had become swamped amidst it`s silky folds.

Imediately she sat he of course couldn`t breath, Mavis however was undetered as she began to eat her cereal & drink her coffee whilst sitting in the armchair, ignoring his presence completely.

This was the first occasion that Ralph was to pass out. Mavis had sat on him for about a quarter of an hour whilst she devoured her breakfast, & in so doing, the silky material of her slip had been inadvertantly sucked into his mouth during his attempts to get air, & her considerable weight had sealed his nose & mouth completely shut during the time it took her to finish her cereal. Mavis had senced his lack of movement of course & had adjusted herself just slightly to unseal his breathing apparatus enough for him to live. She didn`t want a dead seat of course.

When she finally got up again however, Ralph was still unconscious. Mavis thought little of it, she placed her fingertips onto his neck to check for a pulse & then satisfied that he had not suffocated, she took her cup & cereal bowl out to the kitchen for washing later.

She was prying his mouth open & inserting one of the pairs of knickers into it when he finally opened his eyes again. Panic took hold of him imediately, he tried to spit out the silky material but Mavis kept pressing it in until his mouth was filled with her large, voluminous underwear.

"Don`t ya dare spit me knickers out", said Mavis abruptly, "ya knew full well that I`d be gagging ya, I don`t want no shoutin out when I`m not ere remember", she added. Ralph however was by now writhing forcefully against the straps in the armchair in protest, although to no avail of course. Mavis kept her nicotine stained fingers pressed firmly against the balled up silky material in Ralphs mouth as she slipped the second pair of her soiled underwear over his head to arrange their smelly unwashed gusset tightly across his nose & mouth.

Ralph stared wide eyed & desperate through the two leg holes of the pink satin knickers as Mavis continued holding the slithery material over his mouth, whilst then fitting the sweat ingrained cup of her black satin bra completely over his face also. She then reached into the hole in the seat to lift his head just enough to be able to feed the straps under it & back up over his face again so that she could do the brastrap up & so complete the task of silencing him.

Mavis stood back to admire her handiwork whilst Ralph mmph`d repeatedly before eventually calming a little inside the armchair. It was futile to struggle & he knew it, the last twenty minutes or so were a complete blank to him, he remembered Mavis sitting on his face, he remembered being lost amidst her skirts, the rest however was gone. His mouth was beginning to dry up now & he tried desperately to push the soiled knickers from his mouth with his tongue but it was quite impossible, Mavis`s bra was strapped tight around his head which in turn made the cup taut enough to be able to hold the knickers in.

Any attepts at speaking were also quite futile of course, for all that came out now were quiet muffled `mmph` sounds. Mavis smiled satisfyingly & then left him to fetch her faux silver fox fur coat from the cupboard in the hallway before returning briefly to change the adapted, holed cushion for the spare unaltered one that Ralph had provided her with so as to render him completely undetectable to anyone that didn`t know he was inside the armchair. This was something she knew she`d have to do just in case her nosey sister Rose turned up unannounced whilst she was out as she sometimes did.

Rose was the younger, more conventional sister at fifty six years old, she was as common, & certainly as ample as Mavis was but she had an annoying tendency to try & interfere in things that didn`t concern her. Mavis had no intentions whatsoever of letting on about her armchair prisoner or all that money she`d just come into that was for sure, hence her prerequisite need to gag him & hide his face from view whenever she wasn`t there in the flat with him.

Satisfied with things as they were for now though, Mavis ignored the occasional muffled noises coming from the armchair & then she opened up the drawer of the sideboard in the living room to remove the secreted envelope that contained the £6000 of Ralphs handed over savings. Today she would do a little shopping, she needed new shoes & some new cloths also. She removed £350 from the envelope & then she left the flat without a single word, leaving Ralph to suffer in his misery inside the cramped confines of the armchair.

She left him that day from around ten in the morning until six in the evening, Ralph was simply forgotten about as Mavis shopped, visited the cafe in the local indoor market, chatted to friends & then finally payed a visit to Marie. She had a quick coffee at her flat & explained the situation to her, Mavis told her of how Ralph was now imprisoned in her armchair back at her flat, Marie couldn`t quite believe she had just left him alone all that time.

"He wanted it Mar", said Mavis, "Now he`s got it, anyway why should I ave to reorganise me life around him, he ain`t human any more, he`s just a chair now", she added, "a seat fer me to sit on". Marie could only agree, he HAD asked for this after all.

"Have you sat on him yet?", she asked, "course I ave", said Mavis lighting up a cigarette, "he`s quite comfy actually, in me armchair I mean, you`d ardly know he was in it, his face fits just nice in me ass cheeks when I sits", she said with a wicked sounding giggle. "You have to let him out sooner or later Mavis, you know that don`t you", said Marie, "even if he wants it, you can`t really keep him indefinately"

"Why?", said Mavis taking a deep drag on her cigarette. "You just can`t, he`ll be missed sooner or later", said Marie. Mavis was unconcerned as she continued to smoke & sip at her coffee. "Thas his problem ain`t it", she said, "I`m keepin him & that`s that, he`s mine now, nobody knows I got him, he ain`t leaving that armchair, not ever", she added as she leaned forwards to stub her cigarette end out in the ashtray.

"I quite likes sittin on him anyway, it`s nice to ave a man trapped in me armchair & under me ass, & anyway, like I said, he made his bed didn`t he", said Mavis. "Now he kin lie innit", she added, "Or rather inside it", she said with an evil chuckle. Marie shook her head in dissbelief. "Your aweful Mavis, really aweful". Mavis smiled & lit up another cigarette, crossing her big fleshy nyloned legs one over the other as she settled back into the chair she was sitting on. Then she began showing Marie all the expensive new things she`d bought with Ralphs money.

Back at Mavis`s, Ralph was going out of his mind wondering where she might be. At first, he found himself constantly thinking about her out & about, just as he`d seen her doing from his flat window beforehand. The thought arroused him but his thoughts frequently bounced from one to another hapazardly. For a while he even wondered wether she might have just left him & gone on a weeks holiday somewhere. Surely she wouldn`t do that, would she!

He was begining to panic again, if she`d gone, what would become of him, escape from the armchair was impossible, his bodilly functions had been catered for of course but he would need food & water, he needed to get those damn knickers out of his mouth & the oppresive bra removed from his face & head as well. The reality of the situation he`d created for himself was suddenly begining to look far less appealing than the actual fantasy itself. Then, all of a sudden, he heard a key turn in the lock of the frontdoor. Mavis was back. Ralphs cock was suddenly erect again!

Rather than come into the living room however, she went straight upstairs & into her bedroom to try on all of her new aquisitions, ignoring Ralph completely once again. It wasn`t until three quarters of an hour later that she came back down to make herself a cup of coffee, before returning to Ralph`s armchair prison cell to change the cushion back to the altered, holed variety.

Ralph was of course imediately aware of her presence due to the movement above him & the increase in available light filtering through the bra & knickers on his face. He cried out in little muffled grunts from within the seat of the armchair in the hope that Mavis would remove the bra & knickers from his head & his mouth.

It wasn`t to be though. Mavis turned her back on him & then she sat once again, heavily & uncaringly as though he weren`t even there. Ralphs face became smothered instantly under Mavis`s new mid calve length blue leather skirt, the cool leather pressing the bra & knickers even harder over his battered, punnished face as her awesome backside simply obliterated it from view. Mavis lit up a cigarette, inhaled deeply & then let the smoke out again in a steady stream upwards at the ceiling whilst sitting back & crossing one leg over the other with a satisfied smile upon her heavily made up face.

Ralph squirmed in the armchair beneath her. His lungs began to collapse again as Mavis`s casual seating robbed them of life giving sustenance. Mavis knew when to move of course, she could smother him to unconsciousness or keep him hovering on the brink with the slightest of movements. She allowed Ralph to breath once in a while as she switched on the TV to catch the evening news.

The seating lasted for twenty minutes, wherapon Mavis eventually stood to turn around & finally remove the satin bra & knickers from Ralphs head & mouth. He gasped aloud & breathed in deeply, his face reddened & sweating profusely from his ordeal beneath her ample leather skirted buttocks. "Th-thank you mistress, thank you", said Ralph apreciatedly.

"Ya needs to be fed", said Mavis calmly, "I got ya some food & some drink", she added producing a baby`s bottle filled with a mix of milk & vitamin powder. She upended this & placed it into his mouth whilst she opened up the hatch on the side of the armchair to check on the contents of Ralphs waste reception.

"Don`t need to empty that yet", she said, "Got plenty of room", she added. She then walked back around the armchair & into his field of view again with the knickers from his mouth in hand.

"Ya haven`t done a very good job o these ave ya", said Mavis with one hand resting upon her pivoted hip, "Ya gonna ave to do better in future", she said examining the gusset. "I wants em clean enuff to put right back on".

Ralph by now had finished the contents of the bottle, Mavis then took it from his lips & then rested both her hands upon the armrests of the armchair to lean forwards to speak down into his trapped face. Poor Ralph even in his turmoil couldn`t take his eyes off of her breasts hanging pendulously against the inside of her beige silk blouse as she spoke to him.

"Bought lotsa new things today", said Mavis, "D`ya like me new skirt", she said removing one hand from the armrest to run it across it`s surface. "Costa small fortune ya know, fully lined inside too, feels lovely on, did ya like the feel of it on ya face when I sat on ya", she asked. Ralph wasn`t quite sure what to say, until she`d removed the bra & knickers from his face, he had`nt even been aware she was wearing it.

"It`s very nice mistress", said Ralph thinking that it was probably best to show appreciation as he continued to watch her huge breasts jiggle about inside the silk of her blouse as she moved. "Now then, bout these knickers ere", said Mavis, "Now that you`ve had somethin to eat, ya gonna have to eat this gusset again d`ya understand me", she said showing him the knickers as she spoke. Ralph baulked at the sight of them. "B-but mistress, I-I said I couldn`t, I just wanted to be your seat", said Ralph fearfully.

Mavis stood up straight to tower above him, an angry look in her eye.

"Ya me slave & you`ll do as ya told", said Mavis angrilly whilst reaching down to slip the knickers back over his face before then arranging the gusset over his mouth again & holding them in place with the palm of her hand. "Now lick seatboy, lick ya mistresses knickers clean like a good slave d`ya ere me", she added, whilst pressing the foul piece of material ever more tighter over his mouth. Ralph closed his eyes & began to lick, it was all he could do under the circumstances, he could go nowhere else after all.

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"Good boy", said Mavis with a smile, "I wants ya to do this to all of me worn knickers, & me bra`s", she added, her smile twisting into a look of pure evil. "Just like me little friend I used to ave, me little undy cleaner that I used ta lock in me wardrobe", said Mavis.

Ralph moaned into the gusset of Mavis`s knickers as he ran his tongue slowly along the heavily soiled, slick length of it as instructed. This was not his idea of fun at all & it angered him that she had coaxed him into doing this even though he`d expressly asked her not to do so. "If ya do this right fer me now, I`ll do somethin for ya too", said Mavis, "I`ll sit on ya face again, fer a long time, ya luvs it when I sits on ya don`t ya seatboy, put ya under me new leather skirt & watch some tv again I will, but ya gotta clean Mavis`s knickers real good first", said Mavis teasingly.

Ralph was becoming immersed in his fantasies again, he was hopelessly hooked on being Mavis`s seat & when he was arroused, he`d do anything to have her sit on him. "Yes mistress Mavis", said Ralph in a breathless voice, "I`ll clean them for you, I`ll clean them", he added as he licked with renewed vigour to remove Mavis`s vaginal spendings from her knicker gusset while she moved it about across his lapping tongue with her fingertips. Then, when he`d finished to her eventual satisfaction some twenty or so minutes later, she removed them from his face & stood up in front of the armchair to examine them.

"Not bad", said Mavis, "Not bad at all, ya got all me spendings outta the material, looks nice n white again see", she added whilst showing him the result of his labour. "Now ya gets ya reward fer being a good little undie cleaner, ya get`s ta ave me sat on ya all night", said Mavis as she calmly turned around & sat heavily upon Ralphs expectant face once again.

"No, nooo!", cried Ralph as Mavis sat. It was all a ruse of course, Ralph was in heaven again. She was true to her word as well, she settled in for another film & sat on his face the whole time, moving just a little every now & then to prevent him from suffocating, but never moving enough for it to become an inconvenience to her or to let up on the awesome pressure of her ass & thighs as they smothered him completely for the duration.

At ten pm that evening, after she had watched the film, Mavis eventually arose from Ralphs tormented, squashed face, she then left the room without a word to go upstairs to fetch a second pair of her soiled underwear from the dirty laundry basket in her bedroom. Ralph was of course completely unaware of what she was doing until she arrived back at the armchair to slip them over his surprised head & then arrange the foul crotchpiece across his mouth!.

"I want`s these cleaned by tomorrow morning", said Mavis coldly. "Give ya somethin ta do while I sleeps", she added. Poor Ralph could of course do little else but stare up at her forlornly. "Well, get ta work then seatboy", said Mavis, "let`s see that tongue workin", she added. Ralph closed his eyes & put out his tongue until it came into contact with the material of Mavis`s knickers, then he reluctantly began to move it slowly to & fro as she`d instructed.

Mavis then switched off the light & left the room to make herself a cup of hot cocoa in the kitchen for bedtime. She said nothing to Ralph whatsoever as she once again retired to her bedroom, just like the night before, leaving Ralph to his chores.

And so it was again, Mavis slept comfortably in her bed upstairs whilst Ralph endured the hardships of the armchair downstairs. Before she had retired to bed though, Mavis made a point of selecting yet another bra & a pair of her knickers from the laundry basket for Ralph to clean the next day. If he was going to be kept in the chair she felt he should at least earn the food & board she was giving him & be busy doing something of use to her when she wasn`t sitting on him. She had to go out in the morning so she had decided that he could use his tongue upon yet another soiled gusset again whilst she was out.

In the afternoon, she would have another task for him, for she intended to try him with one of her bras, a white silky one which she had worn for four days continuously in order to see if he could manage it to her requirements.

Being a big, mature woman, Mavis had always sweated heavily in the creases beneath her huge breasts & under her arms regardless of how much deodourant she used, so in consequence, the cups & the elasticated side straps of her bras always suffered badly. This particular bra would serve as an ideal test for him. First she would have him clean it`s cups with his tongue, then she would tie the bra round his face in such a way as to make it possible for him to clean the straps themselves.

Lying in her warm, comfortable bed that night, she thought about this as she slowly drifted off into a deep, relaxing sleep. Ralph, continued with the task of cleaning the knickers upon his head until he too, fell into some semblance of sleep, albeit troubled.

And then it was morning again.

During the night, Ralph had added to the reception jar in the side of the armchair & Mavis emptied it for the first time in the two days that he`d been there trapped in her armchair. Then she checked the knickers on his face to find them suitably chewed, licked & sucked to cleanliness. "This is very good", she said with a smile, "ya certainly are coming on ain`t ya", she added sliding in upon the seat of the armchair to sit on his face in a quick, smooth motion as she spoke.

"I must admit, I really ave missed aving an intimates cleaner all this time, I think you`ll be just fine as a replacement fer me", said Mavis, even though she knew full well that he wasn`t happy about being used in this role at all. Ralph moaned beneath her as his mouth & nose became flattened once again under the awesome span of her big heavy buttocks as she settled in comfortably upon him.

When she left him that morning, Ralph was again wearing yet another pair of Mavis`s large full fashioned silky knickers over his head with the order to clean their soiled crotch. With the intact cushion back in place in the armchair & covering his trapped face, he could do nothing but listen to her leave the flat once again. Ralph sighed, gave a futile tug at the restraints holding him & then reluctantly, he set about drawing the soiled fabric inbetween his lips until the gusset was within his mouth in order that he could begin carrying out Mavis`s bizarre order. His mind however soon began to drift to other more arrousing things, the only consolation for him now was that she truly was using him as the seat he desired to be, perhaps a little knicker cleaning was worth it after all. What he didn`t bank on though was the changover to her bra at noon when Mavis returned.

She had said nothing to him whatsoever when she`d done this, she had simply lifted the cushion, removed the wettened knickers from his face & then tied the bra completely around his head after pressing his face into the huge silky cup in order to aquant him personally with it`s inner nylon surface. Immediately the sweaty aroma began to overpower Ralphs nasal passages, he baulked at the smell, but Mavis just pressed the material even more firmly over his nose & mouth as he bucked & squirmed in the armchair in protest.

"Start cleanin me bra seatboy", said Mavis abruptly, "Come on it ain`t that bad, get licking the sweat outta me bra cup & be quick about it to cos ya got the straps ta do later when I gets ome again", she added. And then once again after rather coldly replacing the cushion into the armchair, she had left the flat for the second time that day.

Poor Ralph spluttered & coughed as he was left alone once again & forced to endure the mix of deoderant & stale sweat inside the cup of Mavis`s matronly maidenform bra. He closed his eyes & then he slowly put out his tongue to begin licking the nylon surface. It was tangy & very unpleasant but like the knickers beforehand, he found that the more he wettened it with his saliva, the easier the task became. What he really needed now though was a drink, his mouth felt like a veritable human washing machine.

By the time the front door of Mavis`s flat was eventually opened again, Ralph was more than ready for a reprieve, his salivary glands having more or less given up the ghost. What he didn`t realise however was that it wasn`t Mavis that had come in but her sister Rose letting herself in with her key. Ralph could hear her movement in the flat & assumed that it was Mavis of course, he thought about calling to her but thought better of it & remained silent under the cushion obscuring his face.

Rose made herself a cup of tea & then she walked calmly into the living room to imediately sit in the armchair that Ralph had been imprisoned in. Ralph`s face of course was instantly squashed flat beneath Roses skirted backside as she sat, he squirmed in the chair as his air was suddenly & unexpectedly cut off by her casual seating. Ralph cried out in a muffled yelp but it went unheard by Rose who remained seating & completely unaware of the fact that she was sitting on the face of a young man that her cruel, selfish sister Mavis had taken advantage of & permanently installed within the armchair.

Ralph began to panic, once again he was unable to breath & he began struggling inside the armchair just as Rose coughed aloud. Ralph of course imediately stopped his struggling upon realising for the first time that this was`nt Mavis sitting on him but an as yet, unknown female. He froze as Rose shifted slightly in the armchair to get a little more comfortable & as she did, Ralph just managed to move his head just a little to the left to make breathing slightly easier. At this point, he thought it best not to alert this woman to his presence & tried to remain as still & calm underneath her as he could.

Oblivious to his presence, Rose leaned to her right to reach for the TV remote control, skewering Ralphs visage heavily & painfully beneath her shifting weight as she did so, then she flicked the TV on & took a sip of her tea before relaxing back to watch the program that had flickered into view. Ralph settled into the ordeal ahead of him, Rose, like her sister was a big mature woman, Ralph could tell she wasn`t light by the spread of her backside which was all but covering the cushion above him.

Suddenly though, & against his better judgement, the ordeal began to become an incredibly arrousing one which meant that he began to get another erection. This woman, whoever she was was sitting on him as though he truly didn`t exist, which in her eyes he didn`t. In his excitement of having her sitting on him & using him as a seat, he innevitably lost track of the time he was under her, although in truth she actually remained there for just over an hour until Mavis returned home again.

By this time, Ralph had orgasmed, twice! His semen passing into the reception tube on the end of the convene around his penis & inching it`s way along the tube to the jar in the side of the armchair. Mavis on the other hand was not at all happy about Rose letting herself in & worse, actually sitting in her armchair!

A set to ensued which ended with Rose getting up & storming out the door. Mavis then removed the cushion to the armchair to stand looking down into Ralph`s bra enshrouded trapped face. "I spose you enjoyed that eh, me interfering sister Rose sitting on ya face like that", she said angrilly. "Spose ya came to didn`t ya ya little perv, came while squashed under Roses big flabby ass", she added. "Well ya better be thankful she didn`t find ya under there", said Mavis as she reached down & untied the bra from Ralphs face.

Ralph didn`t quite know what to say, he thought it better not to admit that he had come, he wasn`t quite sure how Mavis would take it. Mavis held up the bra for inspection & sniffed at the inner material of it`s cup. The sweaty smell had indeed gone, Mavis smiled. Ralph had done well, now she`d make him do the same with the other cup.

"Nooo, please mistress, please not again", cried Ralph in genuine horror now as Mavis fitted the second bra cup over his face & tied it in place as before with the straps. A smile crossed her face as she patted it into contact with his lips. "The sooner ya finish it, the better seatboy, so get lickin", said Mavis, "Gonna watch a nice long film on the tele tonight n your gonna get well sat on I kin tell ya", she added as she placed the holed cushion back onto the armchair before leaving the room to prepare her tea for the evening. Ralph was simply left to suffer the torment of the damned in the armchair as he reluctantly licked at the inside of Mavis`s bra cup for the second time that day.

During that time, Mavis simply ignored Ralph in her armchair, the cooking of her meal didn`t require her to be in the kitchen all of the time of course & she frequently came back into the living room to simply sit on Ralphs face without one solitary look or word of concern for him as she sat. Each time she did this, Ralph found himself smothered uncaringly under her awesome thighs & ass & each time she ignored him completely as she watched the tv. Sometimes she smoothed her skirt to the backs of her thighs as she sat, other times she would just let his face go up it as she allowed her weight to decend heavily upon him. This happened some six or seven times in the space of an hour or so & no matter how often Ralph pleaded or begged her to stop, Mavis ignored him completely.

When she eventually ate her tea at the small table in the living room, Ralph voiced his concerns over the fact that he too was hungry. "You`ll get yours later", she said coldly, "there`s plenty for ya to eat in the crotch of me knickers when I go to bed tonight", she added with an evil laugh. Ralph couldn`t believe it, surely not another night of knicker cleaning. This being a seat to a woman plan was begining to feel like a mistake now for sure.

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The long incarseration within Mavis`s armchair was begining to take it`s toll on Ralph. His arms & legs ached from being strapped up for so long, he desperately needed to move about & breath something other than the stale nicotine environment of the living room & Mavis`s oppresive, soiled underwear. It was all irrelevant of course. Ralph as they say had made his bed & now he was indeed lying in it.

He had become more than dissillusioned at the way Mavis had been treating him, & was wondering now wether he would in fact be able to live the role he`d created for himself. Being used as a seat by her was great of course, but the almost constant knicker cleaning duties Mavis had bestowed upon him were begining to get to him. His tongue & mouth were raw from the friction of licking at her knicker gussets & bra`s & his mouth felt like a human washing machine.

When he`d arranged the deal with her to be her seat, he hadn`t figured upon her having prerequisites of her own at all. He sighed heavilly as he lay there pondering his imediate & long term fate.

Mavis was of course continuing to ignore him now as she ate her tea. The smell of the food she had made however was making Ralph salivate, he hadn`t eaten anything proper since she`d put him into the armchair & the prospect of only the contents of her underwear again positively filled him with dread. It was at this point that he made the conscious decision to try & end the agreement of being Mavis`s permanently installed seat cushion. He took a deep breath & then he voiced his intention to quit.

"I want out", said Ralph as Mavis stood to gather up her plate & cuttlery to casually take them to her kitchen. She of course ignored him completely as she set about cleaning her dishes. "Did you hear me", said Ralph a little louder now, "I said I want out of this, I want to go back to my life", he added. Mavis said nothing but eventually returned to the armchair to stand beside it looking down at him in the seat of it with both arms folded in front of her as though they were propping up her massive breasts.

"That`s not an option & ya knows it", she said smugly, "ya signed a contract to be me seat", she added. "Me PERMANENT seat", said Mavis emphasising the word permanent as she spoke. "But I want to stop this", said Ralph, "I`ve decided I`m not enjoying this anymore, I want out", he added.

Mavis laughed & allowed her weight to pivot onto one hip as she casually rested one hand upon it. "I don`t think so seatboy", she said with a smirk, "like I said, ya signed a contract to be a womans seat fer good, I likes sittin on ya & I likes avin me knickers & things cleaned so I won`t be lettin ya go see", she added.

Ralph couldn`t believe what he was hearing, surely she wouldn`t really keep him like this against his will. "B-but Mavis", he stammered. Mavis smiled again & then straightened herself up. "No buts seatboy, ya should`ve thought about that before ya arranged all this shouldn`t ya", said Mavis. "Ya me seat & you`ll stay me seat fer as long as I wants ya ta be one", she added, much to Ralph`s consternation.

"And before ya say anything else, or think that I might go changin me mind, I`ll let ya into a little secret too shall I seatboy", said Mavis. "Ya remember me tellin ya bout me little undie cleaner I used to ave", she said, "the guy that used ta like cleaning me knickers & stuff wiv his tongue, well he was`nt quite as willin to do that as I made out", said Mavis, "down n out he was that lived on the street ya see, I got ta know him real well cos a me bein a workin girl & all, got friendly wiv him I did, played it all nice fer him", she added.

"Anyway, one day I kidnaps him see, brings him home ta me flat & keeps him here tied up tight wiv me tights n locked up in me wardrobe so no one kin find him", said Mavis, "went crazy tryin to get away he did, didn`t wanna stay at all but I kept him ere fer seven months & I trained him ta be me little silky intimates cleaner I did, same as I`m doin to you", she added with a sickly smile.

"Me wardrobes good n heavy to, ya knows that cos ya seen it ain`t ya, difficult to get out of when it`s locked it is & I always kept the key on a chain down in between me boobs", said Mavis. "I had him real good, only I was careless one day see & I left me stupid wardrobe door unlocked when I went out one night with some girlfriends, little sod got out n escaped didn`t he", she added, "bit through me tights holding him to me cloths rail in the wardrobe & legged it.

"Now that I got ya like this though, I get`s ta kill two birds wiv one stone cos ya gonna be me new intimates slave as well as me seat slave", she added, "only diffrence is ya can`t ever escape cos ya trapped in me armchair ain`t ya, trapped forever & mine for good", said Mavis. "And ta think that ya got yerself into it all on yer own wivout any help from me", she added.

"When Marie told me bout this stupid guy she knew that wanted to be trapped fer good inside an armchair & used as a womans seat, & that he`d pay six grand for the privelidge, well, I just had to get involved didn`t I, couldn`t turn down a chance like that could I now", said Mavis.

"Don`t ya go worryin yer pretty little ed bout all this though, I intends ta sit on ya lot`s just like I`ve been doin already, I knows ya likes it when I sits on ya & ya are me seat now after all", said Mavis. "bout me knickers n things though, you`ll get used to em in no time, I`ll give ya lottsa training to do em just right too, never expected ya ta be able ta clean em perfect first time o course, but ya ain`t done bad so far & we`ll get there", she said with a smile.

Ralph could only look up at her dejectedly as he began futilely tugging with renewed vigour at the restraints in the armchair whilst listening to her cruel words.

What had he done!

"But I don`t want this now!", cried Ralph, "please Mavis, you got to let me out of here", he added. "It ain`t gonna happen seatboy, ya got what ya want now so ya better just learn ta put up wiv it ain`t ya", said Mavis in a cruel tone of voice.

Ralph didn`t know what to do. He`d feared she might not let him go from the start of course, he always knew it might come to this but he kind of hoped she`d see sence & release him if he ever did choose to back out.

"Anyway, I fink I`d like ta watch some tv now", said Mavis with a smile. Poor Ralph could only stare up at her & cry out just briefly as he watched Mavis turn slowly & then sit down upon his face to watch the tv once again with a self satisfied smile etched firmly upon her cruel lipsticked lips. Ralph`s cries were of course silenced in an instance as Mavis`s awesome fleshiness smothered him completely for the umpteenth time that week. He was doomed! Mavis lit up a cigarette, crossed her legs & settled back full weight upon Ralphs trapped face.

That same evening, Mavis left him alone again to go out with her sister Rose to the club down the road. She had decided to pull out all the stops tonight & dress up to the nines in one of her new elegantly styled dresses, her new black three inch stiletto heels & a brand new pair of high gloss nylon tights, all bought with Ralphs money of course. Rose as always looked suitably elegant & classy in a long black silk skirt with a chiffon overlay, black tights, black and gold three inch high heeled shoes & a white silk blouse. Ralph of course remained where he was & was firmly gagged on this occasion with a pair of Mavis`s soiled celanese bloomer style knickers tied in with a rayon satin scarve that had once belonged to her mother to keep him quiet.

He had already raised his voice twice when she`d eventually gotten up from his face that evening & she had thought it best that he be well gagged lest her neighbours heard him when she was out. The intact spare cushion had been replaced in the armchair also so as to hide his face just in case Rose came back with her after their night out at the club, Mavis was actually feeling in a particularly wicked frame of mind & she thought that perhaps she might even allow her ample sister Rose to sit in her new armchair as well, just to teach Ralph a lesson. Seats were for sitting on after all so the sooner he learned his true place beneath all women now, the better.

Ralph had had plenty of time now to contemplate the errors of his recent decisions as he lay trapped & helpless within his own diabolical creation with no possible means of release. His foolish, hormonally induced whims had sealed his fate to the letter & all he could do now was lay there fixed in, urinating & defecating through his own bizarrely setup waste management system whilst Mavis & her sister got pleasantly drunk together on his money.

When they finally arrived home that night, both women were much the worse for wear as they banged about in a drunken stupor through the hallway of Mavis`s flat. Unfortunately for Ralph though in his thoroughly silenced condition, Rose made imediately for the living room where she very heavily allowed herself to flop in an un-ladylike manner into the armchair to unknowingly squash his face painfully under her more than ample weight. Mavis on the other hand had bussied herself in the kitchen making a coffee for them both & was oblivious to what had happened until she entered shortly afterwards to burst out laughing at seeing Rose sitting quite relaxed & casually in the armchair.

"What are you laughing at ya silly cow", said Rose in complete ignorance of the fact that she was now sitting fully & heavilly on a mans face. "Oh, nothin Rose", said Mavis, "nothin at all sis, you just make yerself comfy there", she added as she handed Rose her coffee & then sat smiling upon her sofa, allowing Rose to simply remain there smothering Ralph under her wide & heavy thighs & ass as she calmly sipped at her coffee like nothing were amiss, which to her anyway, it wasn`t.

If only she knew, thought Mavis. What would she think? Mavis couldn`t help but stare intently at her fifty six year old sisters wide spreading hips & her skirted lower extremeties as she sat there casually crossing & uncrossing her big legs in her armchair. She knew of course that Ralph was under all that oppressive female pultritude somewhere but it was completely impossible to see him. She had to hand it to him, Ralph had done an excellent job with the armchair, you simply couldn`t tell at all that someone was actually trapped & suffering beneath the sitter inside it.

The two sisters continued to talk as normal as poor Ralph came fatally close to smothering to death under Roses all encompassing, smothering backside, Mavis even wondered wether she might of already killed him. What would she do with the body if she had done. Luckilly however, Rose soon needed the toilet & promptly got up from the armchair to go upstairs to answer her call of nature. Mavis wasted no time at all as she went to the armchair & lifted the seat cushion to check on Ralph, he was alive but suffering quite badly from his ordeal beneath her buxom, curvacious younger sister.

"I`m gonna remove the gag so ya can breath a bit better under Roses ass", said Mavis in a quiet voice, "ya make one single noise when she comes back n sits on ya again though & you`ll be for it, ok", she added. Ralph drew a sharp intake of breath through his nose & nodded fearfully as Mavis ungagged him & then replaced the cushion over his face in the seat before calmly returning to the sofa to stuff the removed celanese bloomers down under it`s cushion & out of sight.

Rose returned some five or so minutes later & casually sat giggling once again upon the armchair to unknowingly crush Ralphs face into oblivion once more beneath her skirted ass without a single word to Mavis as she did so. Mavis smiled knowingly as she cruely watched her sister sit down & smother the poor helpless lad beneath her. When Rose left Mavis that night, she had had no idea or slightest inclination of what she had just done. She had been sitting on Ralphs face for over an hour & not once had she suspected anything amiss as the two sisters engaged in normal, everyday conversation.

It was no surprise of course that Ralph had suffered rather badly under Rose that night, Mavis had not yet sat on him with the normal cushion in place although Rose had now done this twice without even being aware of his presence beneath her. The roughness of the cushion material made it a painful task to endure as it pressed heavily onto his features, & even though he had managed to move his head just enough to one side to be able to breath a little while Rose was seated upon him, the ordeal had been a difficult one for sure.

Mavis returned to the armchair with a knowing smile fixed firm upon her face after seeing her sister to the door & then disappearing upstairs just briefly. When the cushion was finally lifted again & Ralph saw the knickers in her hand, he once again began pleading with Mavis to spare him the task, albeit without any success of course. Mavis ignored his pleas & slipped the soiled garment over his squirming head & then she arranged the foul smelling crotch over his mouth as before. Ralph could do little else but moan dejectedly into the moist material as Mavis pressed it into contact with his mouth.

"Make sure ya does a good job on em seatboy", said Mavis coldly as she then retired to her bedroom leaving Ralph to the undesirable task ahead of him as she did so. Ralph began to sob quietly in the armchair as the light in the room went off & Mavis left him alone once again.

That night, Mavis lay in her bed, merry from the drink & began masturbating to the thought of Ralph`s situation in the armchair downstairs. The drink had got to her & her thoughts were running free & wild. She also thought about the times when she had been a younger, more desirable woman & all the men she had had, & about the time when she`d been a prostitute & the many & varied situations, both good & bad that this had allowed her to experience.

After thirty or so minutes of thinking these things however, whilst continuing with her own gentle manipulation, she gave in to her imediate urge & returned to the living room with the intentions of using her new property for the very first time in an intimate capacity.

Ralph squinted up at her in the bright light as she stood before the armchair in her long satin nightdress looking down at him. He wasn`t sure why she had even returned but the wild lustful look in her eyes soon belied her obvious intentions as she hurriedly hoisted up her nightdress to reveal her naked crotch to his panicked gaze.

"Wh- what are you doing Mavis", asked Ralph, his voice croaking as he looked up at her through the leg holes of her knickers. "Shut up", said Mavis commandingly as she removed the knickers from his face & then knelt heavily upon the seat of the armchair. Her flesh seemed to be everywhere as she fell forwards towards his trapped face, her huge breasts, free now from the restraining, uplifting harness of her bra hanging pendulously low towards her big belly as she pressed her naked ageing vagina towards his face.

"It`s time I got some real pleasure outta ya seatboy", said Mavis hoarsilly, "put out ya tongue & give it to Mavis`s big pussy", she added. Ralph couldn`t believe it as he looked up horrified at the sight of her sex hanging there before his face like some drooling mouth waiting to devour it`s prey. He had never seen much in the way of female genitalia, let alone a fifty nine year old mature womans. Now though, he felt as though this one were about to swallow him alive as it slowly moved in on him to press down hungrilly over his mouth & nose.

Mavis closed her eyes as she made contact with his face, it felt good to have a man down there again even if he was trapped & had no say in the matter. It was soon becoming apparent to Mavis though, that her wide fleshy thighs & girth made it damn near impossible for her to maintain a good contact with Ralphs face whilst she remained in the position she was in. She was too big to fit facing backwards in the armchair with her thighs spread so in consequence, she stood up briefly to turn around & then sit normally in the chair to simply squash Ralphs face imediately under her naked ass & vagina.

Poor Ralph became instantly lost under her awesome spread, his face no longer visible as her pussy smooshed down angrilly over his nose & mouth as Mavis bore her full weight aggressively upon him. She orgasmed almost instantly as the trapped & helpless male cried out into the very depths of her feminine core, & in a few short moments he found it was impossible to breath as Mavis orgasmed again & again in quick succession. She had become almost like a woman possessed as she sat on him. Eventually though, she slowed to a rythmic rocking over the seat of the chair, a contented look upon her face as her orgasms subsided to a pleasurable warm sensation within her loins.

Unfortunately for Ralph though, the feelings were soon upon her again in responce to the stimulation coming from below her as he struggled now for his very life inside the armchair. In a few short minutes she was peaking again & again as Ralph screamed out for her to stop. His cries went without answer of course for Mavis was on another planet entirely as she used him selfishly for her ultimate pleasure.

By the time she had finished with him that night, she had experienced eight or nine full blown orgasms upon his face. She was utterly satiated, Ralph`s face was a battered mess, slick with her feminine juices. Mavis eventually stood & then casually used the crotch of the knickers she`d recently removed from his head to wipe his face of her spendings, then she calmly replaced them over it with the order that she still expected them cleaned by the morning. Ralph was utterly exhausted from his ordeal as she simply retired without another word to her bedroom for the second time that night for a peacfull relaxing night of sleep.

Ralph was of course left to suffer in the armchair as always.

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The following morning, Ralph was awakened once again by the sound of Mavis in the room. Today she was wearing a mid calve length black leather skirt & a red silk blouse, all new & all bought with Ralphs money of course. Without warning, she reached down into the seat of the armchair to remove the knickers from Ralph`s head & then check them for cleanliness. She wasn`t at all pleased, he had not cleaned them to her satisfaction.

"What d`ya call this", she snapped, examining the still soiled gusset of the underwear. "ya going ta get em on yer ed again today & this time ya will clean em d`ya understand seatboy", hollered Mavis. "Or ya won`t get fed", she added & then she left him abruptly to go to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee & some breakfast.

Ralph closed his eyes again. He didn`t know how much more of this he was going to be able to take. What had started as an exciting adventure was now becoming an absolute nightmare. His limbs ached from being immobile for so long, his head & face hurt from being sat on so much, his stomach groaned due to it`s lack of food & emptyness & he desperately needed a drink.

Mavis returned as suddenly as she had departed, causing Ralph to snap out of his dreamlike state once again. She looked down at him only once, then she turned & sat heavilly upon his face once again to smother it beneath the fine leather of her new skirt without so much as a by your leave, before quickly crossing her legs & lighting up yet another cigarette. She then ignored him completely as he slowly began to suffocate underneath her. The tightly spanning smooth, airtight leather prevented any air whatsoever form entering his lungs as she casually bobbed her lower leg up & down repeatedly whilst turning her ankle to the left & right to view the new patent leather high heeled shoes upon her feet.

She took a long draw of the cigarette inbetween her lipsticked lips & then blew the cool smoke upwards at the ceiling before picking up her cup to sip at the coffee. Ralph cried out desperately from beneath her although to no avail, Mavis remained seated as she continued to smoke & sip at her coffee without a single care to the world. In a minute or so, Ralph`s abruptly taken lungfull of air was beginning to expire, as would he if he couldn`t draw another breath soon. He began to struggle & squirm in the armchair & twist his head beneath the heavy spread of her buttocks. Mavis however, simply smiled & stayed put.

For a moment or two, she actually thought about what it would feel like to smother a man to death beneath her arse. Surprisingly, the thought arroused her, she thought better than to do it though, for she enjoyed a squirming struggling seat slave under her nether regions far more than a still unmoving one for sure.

Eventually of course, Mavis shifted just slightly to one side to allow Ralph his by then, much needed intake of breath. He drew it in sharply, three or four quick successions of breath lest she sit down quicker than he expected her to. Mavis allowed him his fill, then she returned to her normal seating position again to steamroller his face slowly & inexorably flat beneath the tightly spanning leather of her skirt again, & there she remained for close to half an hour, eating her breakfast, sipping her coffee & moving only once in a while to let Ralph breath & so prevent her from having to have to go to the trouble of burying the poor bastard under some garden somewhere should he actually have the misfortune to expire.

Mavis left her flat that day at mid day to go to the shopping centre, Ralph remained where he was, starving & desperate now for some form of release, Mavis`s knickers once again stretched completely over his head & face with their crotch obsenely across his mouth. Today she had taken £400 from her reserve of Ralphs money to buy a new TV & video to replace the aging setup in her living room. She didn`t return until half past five that same day.

Unfortunately for Ralph however, during that afternoon, Mavis`s sister Rose was to turn up at the house again & let herself in as she often did for a quick cuppa. Ralphs armchair was of course her choice position once again which meant that he suffered yet another crushing ordeal beneath her awesome arse & thighs. On this occasion though, Ralph had had enough & was not going to remain silent just for Mavis`s benefit. He cried out as Rose sat on him & he bucked violently inside the armchair in order to attract her attention. Rose of course imediately shot up out of the armchair in distress to remove the cushion from the armchair & so bring her face to knicker covered face with the hapless Ralph set into it`s seat.

"What the f....", cried Rose in shock, "what is going on here....", she hollered as she pulled the underwear agressively from Ralphs head. "What the hell are you doing there, answer me now", she added angrily. Ralph fell silent as Rose stood there looking very angry indeed now & looking down intently at the bizarre sight of his red & embarassed face trapped in the seat of the armchair. To be honest he wasn`t quite sure what to say to her, he felt a fool, he also wondered wether Rose might actually become so angered at the subterfuge that, let`s be honest here, he himself had actively arranged, that she might resort to laying into him & hurting him in her highly agitated state.

He threw caution to the wind though, he desperately wanted out of the situation now & he would say anything to get her to release him from the armchair before Mavis returned to prevent it. "Mavis kidnapped me", he cried, "she put me into the armchair, she`s keeping me here against my will, you gotta help me", he bleated, "please Rose, let me out", he added in a desperate sounding voice.

Rose`s brow furrowed as she thought about what he was saying. "Mavis wouldn`t...", she said pausing, "no, she wouldn`t", she added & then her expression changed once again to a puzzled look. "How the hell do you know my name?", she asked as though some penny were dropping somewhere. Ralph looked up at her in disillusionment. "I-I er", he stammered.

"TELL ME HOW YA KNOW MY NAME!", Shouted Rose, "how long have ya been here like this, in this armchair", she added supiciously. Ralph had been caught out & he knew it. "About four days", he said unable to look her in the eye now. Rose blew up again of course as the penny finally dropped for sure. "But I`ve....Ya mean I`ve been sitting in this chair, with you inside it like this & ya haven`t said a bloody thing", hollered Rose, "ya tell me Mavis has kidnapped ya, put ya in her armchair & I`ve been coming here & sitting on ya & ya don`t even cry out, what the hell is going on here, are ya some kinda pervert or something", cried Rose angrilly.

"No, no....", cried Ralph in desperation, "Oh please let me out, please before she get`s back", he cried. "Please Rose you can`t just leave me here", he added dolefully. Rose however, ignored his cries & replaced the cushion over his face angrilly in responce. "Ya can stay put ya bloody pervert", she said as she left the room & went out the front door, slamming it as she did so.

Ralph began to sob. What the hell had he got himself into, he tugged again at the restraints in the armchair, the restraints he himself had installed, they held firm of course, he wasn`t getting out of there unless someone actually let him out & he knew it.

When Mavis finally arrived back home, Ralph knew he`d have to tell her about Rose finding him. The thought unnerved him, he wasn`t sure how she`d react, he felt for his safetly now for she had explicitly said that her sister Rose wasn`t to find out about him or his cruel fate. When he actually did tell her though, he was quite surprised that she didn`t lose it completely. Of course she was angry for she never wanted Rose or anyone else for that matter to know about any of this. All she did was phone Rose imediately & tell her that perhaps she`d like to come over or meet her that evening to discuss a few things, & as a result of this, they decided to meet up later in the pub at eight o clock that same evening.

Ralph drew a sigh of relief, Mavis wasn`t as angry as he had expected her to be. Perhaps this nightmare might now end after all. Rose would talk some sence into her sister. Mavis would wise up & let him go. What Ralph didn`t expect though was just how scheming, women could actually be when they got together.

When Mavis arrived home that night, it was about ten thirty. She had been speaking with Rose for over two hours on the subject of what she had found that day in the armchair. Ralph was on tenderhooks over the outcome. She would have to let him go now. Wouldn`t she?

When Mavis slowly came into Ralph`s field of view, it unnerved him somewhat that she had a smile upon her lips but he thought better than to let it get to him too much. "You`ll have to let me free now Mavis", said Ralph, "you can`t keep me here like this now that Rose knows". Mavis said nothing as she lit up a cigarette & sat upon the arm of the armchair looking down into Ralphs face.

"Ya want me to let you go d`ya", she asked drawing heavily on the cigarette as she did so. "Yes Mavis I do", said Ralph looking up at the overhang of her huge leather clad buttocks spilling over the arm of the chair as she sat there. "I`m sorry Mavis, I changed my mind", said Ralph. "I don`t want to be a womans permanent seat anymore, I want my life back, the life I had before", he added. "You can forget about the money you`ve already spent, just let me have what`s left & we`ll call it quits", he said.

Mavis smiled down at him. "I`ll tell ya what I`ll do shall I seatboy", said Mavis, "I`ll let ya go on one condition & one condition only", she said. Of course Ralph`s spirits were raised appreciably at her words. "Anything Mavis, I`ll do anything", he said almost excitedly. Mavis continued on.

"I wants ya ta build me some more furniture", said Mavis, her heavilly painted lips twisting into a cruel smile. "I wants ya to build me another chair just like this one", she added as Ralph looked up at her, puzzled at her possible motives for such a task. "I don`t understand", said Ralph awkwardly as he again began to pull at the unforgiving straps inside the armchair in fear of his possible release plan dissolving right there before his eyes.

"I wants another armchair like this one", snapped Mavis, her expression changing now to one of annoyance. "Only this new armchair will be fer me sister Rose", she added, her features relaxing once again into a smile. "For Rose?", exclaimed Ralph, "but I....I thought she....", he stammered. "Rose wants a chair like mine too", snapped Mavis, "and she wants it before next week", she added.

"But that`s not all I wants", said Mavis. "I wants ya to make ME some new things too", she said, "things that can hold someone trapped helpless inside just like yer armchair", she added. "I wants ya ta make me a box, long & thin, bit like a coffin that`s fitted half way inta me bedroom wall under me dressing table", said Mavis. "I want`s it so that the bit ya see is me dressing table chair with a faceseat built into it like yer armchair", added Mavis. "I`m thinking of a new toilet in me bathroom too, a very special kinda toilet", said Mavis still smiling & looking down directly into Ralph`s almost panicking eyes as she relayed her plans to him.

Whatever Mavis & her sister had been discussing, it was beginning to look to Ralph as though it might not be to his advantage after all.

"I`ll let ya outta the armchair fer two hours a day to do this", said Mavis, "don`t think ya can run though, not yet anyway cos I`ll chain ya ankles to stop ya until yer done", she added. "Then when ya finished, I`ll let ya go", she said & promptly left him to ponder what she`d said whilst she made herself a bedtime drink.

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Ralph`s mind was awash with uncertainty. What the hell was she playing at now, more furniture, who was to be installed in this new furniture. Him? Surely if that were the case then she wouldn`t be releasing him at all. If it were somebody else, what were the chances of Mavis finding someone who would willingly allow himself to be imprisoned in such a way, other than him of course.

Perhaps she actually intended to kidnap someone, it wasn`t beyond her of course for she`d already done that once before with the down & out that she`d kept imprisoned in her wardrobe. If the truth were to be known, Mavis was turning out to be not what Ralph had expected at all. In fact she was starting to show that she was quite possibly downright dangerous.

Ralph was teetering in the balance, what if he was to be the victim of this new furniture? On the other hand though, if it were indeed someone else she had in mind, then at least by doing what she required, he would win his release. It was his only chance after all. Ralph had made up his mind. When Mavis returned to sit once again upon the arm of the armchair, he told her that he`d do as she asked providing of course that she kept her word & released him once he`d finished.

Mavis simply smiled & then rather coldly slipped the knickers he`d worn that day back onto his head & across his face once again. "Good boy", she said, "I knew ya`d see sence, ya can start t`morrow, in the meantime though, I wants those clean by the morning or ya can ferget about ever leavin ere again", said Mavis. "D`ya understand me seatboy?"

Ralph nodded & resigned himself reluctantly to the task in hand as Mavis left the room & switched off the light to retire to her bedroom.

The following morning, Mavis was there at the first light of day, carefully using a screwdriver to unpick the metal staples that held the material of the chair back in place. For the first time in almost a week, Ralph felt ecstatic, he was coming out of the hell hole he had created, for how long he wasn`t quite sure but he was coming out & that was something to be thankful for.

All of a sudden, he could feel the cool air against his legs as the patterned velour material fell away, then he became aware of the heavy timber frame of the armchair juddering just slightly as Mavis unbolted the securing bolts from the hinged platform that held his legs. His legs fell slowly downwards until he was in a horizontal position once again, then Mavis unstrapped the restraints holding his lower limbs & drew out the sliding platform upon which he lay so that she could release his waist, neck & wrist restraints also.

Before allowing him to rise though, she quickly snapped two metal cuffs attached with a short length of chain to his ankles so as to thoroughly hinder his step when she finally allowed him to walk. She wasn`t done yet though for she then attached a metal padlocking collar around his neck to complete the process.

Ralph said nothing, he was just glad to be free of the armchair. Mavis stood there looking down at him over the outthrust of her huge breasts with her hands placed sternly upon her ample hips as he shuffled about to release the cramp from his rigid limbs. Today she was wearing a short black skirt which came to just above the knees, dark nylon tights, her grey low heeled court shoes & a white frilly nylon blouse that looked straight out of the seventies.

"Well get up then", snapped Mavis impatiently, "Ya got work to do, I got an armchair coming fer Rose this mornin, when it gets here ya can start it right away", said Mavis, "make sure it`s good n solid too, it`s gotta be inescapable like mine", she added. Ralph nodded once again & was then treated to a proper breakfast & a cup of coffee whilst he waited for the armchair to arrive.

It arrived shortly after nine that morning, Ralph was given some tools, some wood & a selection of bolts, hinges & leather straps before being ordered to begin right away. Of course on this occasion he would finish the armchair quicker than the last one for he now knew exactly how to proceed, having already built one for himself. Any extras he would require would be fetched by Mavis who would go to the local hardware store in the shopping centre when required, Ralph was not to set foot outside the flat of course & Mavis made sure of that by attaching a length of chain to the collar about his neck & then securing it to the iron grill in the fireplace to ensure that he couldn`t.

Ralph worked on the chair all day, Mavis having decided to extend his out of chair time to suit until he`d completed the task in record time. He of course was working on the assumption that the sooner he completed all of the tasks allotted to him, the sooner he would be walking out that front door & away from the madness that Mavis had imposed upon him. As he worked though, his mind innevitably drifted to the poor unfortunate who would soon be imprisoned in this new armchair for the very amply proportioned Rose to spend her evenings sitting upon. He tried to deny his feelings but the truth of the matter was, the thought of this was turning him on again.

In his minds eye, he could see Rose standing before the armchair with a smile upon her face whilst the as yet undisclosed person writhed & struggled about inside it. Ralph`s mind was working overtime again, his thoughts almost tangible in their quality, he could almost hear the armchair`s future occupants pleas as he watched the flowery patterned, voluminous skirts of one of Rose`s demurely styled dresses fall all about the terrified, trapped face below her as she sat. SLOWLY....

Ralph shivvered inside at the thought. Rose was undeniably something to behold, in fact, dare he admit it but he himself had quite enjoyed being squashed & pressed down under her awesome, almost matronly behind on the occasions she had unknowingly used him as her throne. A part of him was even beginning to envy the poor guy that would soon be in the armchair he was now working on. Once again though, he shook the thought from his head for such thoughts were dangerous to him, it would be so easy for him now to fall back in to his desire for permanent seathood & that was something he was now determined to avoid at all cost.

By the time he had finished Rose`s armchair, Mavis was on the phone talking to her sister about it. It appeared that Rose was going to hire a small van to collect the chair that evening, Mavis suggested that she come over that evening so that she could show her how it worked by giving her a visible demonstration on how a person was to be installed within it, by allowing her to watch her put Ralph back into hers for the night. Rose said that she`d come over at eight o clock & the arrangement was duly made.

Mavis was for the first time pleased with Ralph`s performance with building the new armchair & she treated him to a good meal to show her gratitude. Then, at the prescribed time, she had him rather reluctantly prepare himself for his imprisonment once again as Rose turned up at her flat.

Rose now wore a long black full skirt & a cream silky blouse, tan tights & black high heeled shoes with gold heels. Ralph could smell her perfume as she entered the room although she said nothing to him when she came in. She merely stared at him with a look of disdain in her eye as he knelt subserviently upon the floor beside the armchair.

Mavis greeted her sister with a small kiss on the cheek & then after removing Ralphs various shackles, she imediately set about explaining the intricacies of the armchair`s interior to Rose, before ordering Ralph to position himself upon the platform to be strapped back onto it via the various leather straps as before. Then, as Rose watched intently from behind her, she carefully inserted the enema bulb into Ralph`s backside & attached the convene to his penis again to show her how to take care of a persons waste matters once they were actually installed in the chair.

This done, Mavis slid the platform back in under the seat itself to bring Ralph`s worried looking face direcly under the hole again, before then strapping his legs & ankles down onto the hinged platform, which was then duly swung back up & bolted up to seal him into his bizarre prison once again.

On this occasion, Mavis chose not to staple the velour material on the back completely all the way round though, for he had more work to do the following day of course. Both women then stood back from the chair to survey the situation as Ralph, for the moment anyway, resigned himself to another stint in the chair.

The two women then left the room to go into the kitchen to make a coffee whilst ignoring Ralph completely until their return some ten minutes or so later. Mavis, being Mavis of course thought nothing whatsoever of casually moving towards the chair & sitting down on Ralphs face to smother him for the umpteenth time that week. Rose said nothing, she simply smiled as though enjoying the spectacle of seeing her sister sitting on Ralphs face as though it were nothing but an inanimate seat cushion that was simply meant for sitting on.

Mavis lit up a cigarette & settled back on the poor guys face to obliterate it from Rose`s sight as she switched on the TV. Rose sat upon the sofa & used her mobile phone to call a friend to come & fetch her & her armchair, then they watched the TV for a while whilst ignoring Ralphs muffled pleas for air from beneath Mavis`s heavy skirted backside.

"How d`ya know when to give em air", said Rose. Mavis just laughed, "Ya get to know", she said, "ya just lift or lean a little once in a while to keep em alive, then ya sit back & squash em under ya again", she added with a cruel laugh. "And ya ignore em completely cos there just seats fer us to sit on", said Mavis. Rose sipped at her coffee as she listened, "can`t wait ta get that useless little shit in mine", she said & then she returned to her coffee without another word.

When Rose left that night, she again said nothing to Ralph as she calmly watched Mavis cruelly thrust a pair of her large, full fashioned soiled knickers back into his mouth before tying them in with a silk scarve to prevent him crying out when the guy with the van arrived for the armchair.

"Ya gotta do that to em if yer expectin people round Rose", explained Mavis, "Don`t want nobody earin em now do ya, so ya gotta gag em n hide em", said mavis, "use ya knickers ta do it, knickers is usually best fer shuttin em up good n proper", she added as she calmly replaced the seat cushion to cover his face from view just as the door bell rang. Mavis then opened the front door to Roses friend & allowed him to come in & fetch the armchair. Ralph of course, being thoroughly gagged now, was completely unable to make even the slightest of sounds to alert anyone to his presence in the other armchair.

Mavis returned to him about fifteen minutes later to remove the cushion once again. Rose had now left of course & the new armchair was nowhere to be seen. She then set about explaining Ralph`s next task which he would carry out the next day when she`d let him out of the chair again.

Without even bothering to remove his gag, Mavis proceeded to show him a crude drawing that she`d penned to explain exactly what she required in her bedroom. It showed her dresser & the space beneath it that normally accomodated a stool, it also showed a seperate box, like a coffin as she`d said earlier, only this box was to have a raised platform inside it & leather restraints strategically placed along it`s interior to hold a person almost flush with the top surface. It was also to have two holes drilled into it`s side near the persons feet so as to allow the two waste collection tubes to pass out & into a bottle, just like the one in the side of his armchair.

This box, was to have no lid as such, there were no hinges in it`s design at all, for Mavis wanted the top to be sealed shut & purposefully screwed down with enough screws to make opening it again a totally inpractical course of action. She was even requesting that the screws be countersunk & sealed over to prevent their removal. This was going to be an entirely functional piece of bedroom furniture & nothing more. Obviously whoever was going to be put in there was not going to be coming out again, that was for sure!

Externally, Mavis also wanted this box to be varnished to match her antique dressing table & the top part was to be upholstered & padded with quilted velour along it`s length up until the point where it entered the wall itself for her comfort.
A small recessed cover was to be fitted over the hole for the occupants face so as to hide it from sight should the need arise, but it was also to remain comfortable for sitting on when this cover was not in place.

Ralph listened intently as she described what she wanted, here he was, locked in this damn armchair again, gagged with Mavis`s dirty knickers & listening to her cruel plans regarding this new dresser stool, & the worst thing about it all was the fact that he had another bloody hard on.

He almost hated himself for feeling it but her talk was turning him on all over again. He looked up at her as she stood there outlining her design, her huge breasts once again jiggling about almost as though they had a life of their own under her nylon blouse as she moved, her large thighs rubbing together mere feet from his face causing the nylon of her tights to rasp & make that sound that drove all men wild upon hearing it.

He closed his eyes as he squirmed inside the armchair. He couldn`t help it, he was thinking of her sitting on some new guy in her bedroom whilst she perhaps applied her make up or brushed her hair. He could picture her sitting on his face in a straddle as he lay trapped inside that box like seat, her huge buttocks & thighs swallowing his trapped face underneath her as she did so, her breasts jiggling as they were now. Perhaps she would be smoking, or using his face sexually as she had done with him before her bedtime the other night. His fantastical longings were driving him insane once again.

Then it was upon him, unbeknown to Mavis, Ralph orgasmed & shot his semen through the tube in his penis to be collected in the bottle as before whilst she continued to outline her cruel plans to him. She then began talking about her special toilet plans, how she wanted Ralph to adapt her present toilet to render a man as part of it`s hidden plumbing deep beneath the bowl itself.

She went on to explain how he would have to be trapped permanently & out of sight beneath the carpet & the floorboards in her bathroom, the toilets outlet fed directly into him by way of a watertight tube that fitted over his entire head to ensure that it`s contents were passed through his own internal plumbing as though he were part of some strange filtration device, & then onwards into the normal drainage system.

It was all so bizarre, dare he allow himself to be used by her to make her twisted fantasies a reality. Could he really do something to condemn another man to such a fate beneath her?

He was brought back to reality with a slap from Mavis as she accused him of not listening. "Yer bloody ignorin me ain`t ya seatboy", she snapped, "ignore me again & it`ll be you that get`s put in these things d`ya ere me", she said angrilly. "Then ya won`t be goin free will ya", she added.

Ralph nodded fearfully, his eyes wide & staring as Mavis stood to hoist her skirts to her waist so as to remove her tights & knickers. She then straddled his face with her nakedness for a few short minutes as though to show him his place.

"Smell it seatboy", she cried, "that`s what a real woman smells like, smell that mature woman smell", she added as she once again splurged her hot wetness heavilly across his gagged mouth before raising up & dropping her skirts back down again laughing as she did so.

Ralph spluttered from behind his gag, Mavis`s knickers were almost slipping into his throat & he couldn`t move them forwards because of the tightly bound silk scarve holding them in. Mavis was oblivious to his condition though, she simply reached down towards his head to slip her just removed underwear over his face before then feeding her tights over his head also, just to add insult to injury.

She then stood back up to survey the sight of his ridiculous looking, thoroughly knickered head trapped in the seat of her armchair & laughed again. "Better get some sleep seatboy", she said, "I want`s ya ta get started on me new dresser chair t`morrow", she added & then she turned away, leaving him to his cruel fate before turning out the light & going upstairs to bed for the night.

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It is now three days later, the routine has continued as planned. Ralph has been released from the confines of the armchair each & every morning in order to work on the furniture & adaptations to Mavis`s flat & then he has been consequently returned to it in the evening once finished. Each time this has happened he has been shackled at the ankles & chained to something immovable by way of the collar padlocked around his neck to prevent his escape. Each time, he has been properly fed in order to keep his strength up & each time, Mavis has overseen the proceedings & fetched any tools or equipment he might need to carry out the tasks assigned to him.

The bizarre dresser chair in Mavis`s bedroom is now finished, set as ordered into the wall behind the dresser itself, a sliding box like contraption, half in, half out. It is solidly constructed & varnished so as to ensure it`s long term durability & a padded, raised platform now occupies the entire length within it.

On each side within the box, there are restraining straps made of leather fixed firmly to the wood, two at the bottom, two at the mid way point & two more upon the raised platform near to where a persons head would be if they were lying within it.

Two rubber tubes just like the ones Ralph had designed for his armchair, pass out through the platform & into the hollow compartment below where the glass bottle sits next to a small door set into the side of the box for easy removal when required. The lid is made of the same heavy wood as the rest of the box, although it has not yet been screwed in place for obvious reasons. A comfortable looking, rich red velour padded surface, about two foot square has been fixed to one end of it, it is horizontally split so that one layer can be removed to reveal the neat hole cut into it & then be descretely replaced again to cover the hole when not needed.

Beneath the hinged, head part of the platform inside, there is an old car jack with it`s operating arm protruding out of the right hand side of the box just below the padded seat. Operating this pushes the platform upwards & closer to the hole above it. Ralph can see it`s purpose very clearly, when a person is inside this & the jack is operated, his face will become forcible pushed up & into contact with the backside of whoever might be seated upon the stool at the time.

In his own armchair design, there`s always the possibility of slightly turning the head to gain a little air, but in this setup, it`s quite possible that someone could very easilly suffocate to death while in use! Ralph could only shudder within at the thought of it.

When this box is in place beneath Mavis`s dresser however, it looks as though it`s just a part of the furniture, it doesn`t look out of place at all, which is exactly what Mavis requires. Ralph has also been busy in her bathroom too. As required he has removed floorboards & lined with plastic sheeting, an area near to her toilet next to where the outlet enters the floor itself. Various lengths of flexible tubing have been attached & plumbed in to the original waste pipes & leather restraints have been secured to the wooden beams under the floor.

The work in this area had been more than unnerving to Ralph, for he still has fears that he himself could end up installed here beneath Mavis`s toilet. Mavis however has ensured him that this is not to be his place at all as it`s for someone else whom she has in mind. Ralph of course can only hope that she`s being truthful with him.

As for Rose, Ralph has seen nothing of her, Mavis has been his only companion during the times that she actually remained in the flat with him. On the occasions when she`d went out though, Ralph wasted no time in trying to escape of course. It was a futile act to say the least though, for Mavis seemed as though she really knew her stuff when it came to keeping men exactly where she wanted them.

The first `new victim`, was to arrive at a time when Ralph least expected it. He was in place in the armchair once again as was the norm when he became aware of Mavis arriving home late one night with another man. She sounded drunk & paid him no attention whatsoever, in fact she never even entered the room at all, choosing instead to take this new man upstairs to her bedroom for what he surely must have thought was a bit of harmless fun. Ralph suspected that it would lead to somewhere far more sinister.

From his more or less permanent station in the living room, he could hear them both upstairs thumping about & laughing, indeed it went on for a good few hours, perhaps Mavis actually used him in the normal sence before whatever was to follow, Ralph would never know of course. When the silence finally came however, Ralph was left with only suppositions as to the poor mans bizarre fate. The toilet adaptations had yet to be finished so he felt sure that the guy had ended up in the dresser chair. Ralph actually felt a little guilty about this but the truth of the matter was, all he could really think about now though was his own freedom & wether Mavis would in fact honour their agreement & release him when the time came.

When morning finaly came, he was awakened from his slumber by the sight of Mavis standing before the armchair with a plate of toast & a cup of coffee in hand. She said nothing & was still wearing her satin nightdress & negligee set having yet to dress for her day ahead. The owner of the voice from the night before was of course nowhere to be seen, perhaps he had left in the night but Ralph doubted that very strongly of course.

Ralph could do nothing now but gaze upwards at the awesome satin clad backside & the wide smothering hips he`d come to know so well now, he drew a sharp intake of breath, expecting nothing more than for them to fall heavily towards his trapped face & then he watched them decend without a single word to squash him heavily beneath them as Mavis calmly sat & began to eat her breakfast.

By the time she`d finished, his lungs ached for release as they always did when she sat on him, she took her plate & cup out to her kitchen & then she returned to release him from the chair so that he could eat the few pieces of toast she`d left him before having him continue once again with the work upstairs. Mavis led him up without a word & then she set him to work upon a new design she`d come up with the night before.

What she wanted this time was for Ralph to build a kind of lockable trapdoor in the floor directly beneath where her laundry basket sat. It was to be in two halves with semi-circular cutouts along it`s closing edges so that when it was closed, it formed a hole about the size of someones neck. Beneath this, she wanted a compartment about four feet deep with all the usual restraints that were being incorporated into all of these adaptations of hers.

At first, Ralph was unsure why she`d want such a thing, but when she went on to explain that she also wanted the bottom of the laundry basket removing as well, it all began to fall worryingly into place.

Somebody was going to have the misfortune of being installed in this thing in such a way that their head was to be contained in the bottom of Mavis`s dirty laundry basket & completely smothered in amongst her discarded underwear & clothing! Her ideas were certainly becoming more & more bizzare by the day & he was begining to curse himself for ever pushing her to endulge in his armchair fantasy in the first place.

Mavis however simply acted as though nothing were amiss as she rather unnervingly & casually selected items from her wardrobe to wear. Ralph took the liberty of scanning the room looking for signs of what had happened to the guy from the night before but nothing seemed amiss. Then his gaze fell upon the dresser chair, it`s velour aplique cushion was in place over the hole so he could`nt tell for sure if the man was in there. Mavis however could see him looking & put his curiosity to rest.

"Ya dresser chair works fine", she said as she pulled her beige knee length skirt up her fleshy thighs & into place about her waist to button & zip it up. "Got another one now ain`t I", she added, "He`s in there now, drunk as a skunk he is, ain`t sat on im yet tho, thought I`d let him sober up a bit before I does", said Mavis as she then tucked her cream coloured silk blouse into the waistband of her skirt. "But then again, I needs to put me make up on & brush me hair now don`t I so I better sit on im now", she added as she calmly removed the cushion to reveal the still sleeping face beneath it to Ralph`s jaw dropped gaze.

Ralph grimaced & held his breath as he watched dumbfounded as Mavis slowly straddled the stool, her big arse & thighs ominously poised above the trapped & unmoving face set into the stool. She slid her skirts up her thighs slightly to allow her legs to part a little & then she sat, heavily to smother the face completely beneath her as she very calmly selected her make up items on the dresser before her.

Within seconds the guy was awake beneath her as his face became utterly squashed under the heavy spread of Mavis`s nyloned nether regions, she smiled as he came to & then she wriggled just a little to rub in her obvious dominance over him. She then reached down to the side of the stool to take hold of the lever to pump it three times until the upwards pressure of the car jack just began lifting her from the surface upon which she sat, thus ensuring maximum crushing weight upon the trapped head underneath her.

Ralph could do little but watch as Mavis all but ignored the struggles coming from beneath her skirted ass. For the first time since he`d been in her flat though, he was seeing first hand how she acted when she sat on him, which was basicly uncaring. It all seemed so surreal to him now, for a long time he had fantasised about a woman treating him in that way & now he was receiving it for real, she really did seem to not give a damn that she was actually sitting on a real live persons face, & the way she was now just calmly applying her make up whilst the guy under her was suffocating to death just chilled him to the very bone.

What shamed him completely however was the fact that he now had a boner that a porn star would have been proud of! A guy was being systematically smothered beneath an uncaring womans huge arse & he was getting turned on by it again.

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The bizarre spectical continued to unfold right there before Ralphs unbelieving eyes. Mavis didn`t move once upon the coffin like contraption in which this new victim had been all but permanently sealed. She simply applied her make-up just as any woman does, paying little attention to the ever increasing muffled cries coming from beneath her all smothering ass & thighs as she sat surveying herself in the mirror. Ralph stood utterly stupified, his lower jaw dropping as he watched in disbelief. He coughed aloud as though attempting to alert Mavis of the mans impending demise but she remained cruelly oblivious to his plight. Then all of a sudden, just as Ralph thought she had remained seated just that little bit too long, she mercifully lifted just slightly to the left to allow the by then frantically struggling man to breath.

His desperate intake of breath & his babbling pleas were highly audible to Ralph as he watched the guys mouth become just visible as the huge butt cheek of Mavis`s ass unsealed it for a brief five or six seconds before cruelly steamrollering back down over it to silence him once again beneath it`s nyloned fleshy folds.

It was a pittiful sight to behold, Ralph just couldn`t believe how Mavis could be so uncaring & callous in her actions, in his wildest fantasies he had often dreamt of such things as those he were now wittnessing, but never in his life did he ever expect to find a woman that would actually act like the women in those dreams. Until Ralph met Mavis, he had always assumed that women were more or less incapable of anything but loving, caring acts. Mavis however was most definitely an eye opener to say the very least for she typified the kind of cruelty that Ralph thought impossible of women in general.

Eventually of course, she finally finished with her almost obsessive make-up routine after about fifteen minutes, during which time, she had allowed the poor half dying wretch beneath her a breath may`be only ten or so times at most. Then, as though she hadn`t quite remained seated there for long enough, she casually began to brush her hair for a further two or three minutes before eventually & mercifully rising from her stool.

Ralph was to say the least relieved when she did so, his arrousal however was most evident to Mavis who merely smiled knowingly on noticing the bulge at the front of the shorts he wore as she stood & then walked to her wardrobe to fetch a pair of high heeled shoes to wear. Ralph could do little else but stare down at the seat upon which she had just been sat, the trapped face within it appeared reddened & flushed from the ordeal beneath Mavis`s heavy & oppressive, skirted backside & as it`s owner began to get his bearings, the enormity of the situation in which he now found himself gradually began to dawn upon him.

The poor mans eyes darted towards Mavis where she stood near the opened wardrobe fishing about within it, then to Ralph standing still next to the laundry basket. “Mavis!”, he cried, “Mavis what the hell have you done to me, where am I”, he hollered, then upon realising that he had been restrained, he began to struggle against the restraints inside the box. “Get me out of this thing Mavis”, cried the man, his expression becoming ever more confused at the strange situation that was unfolding.

Ralph looked over to Mavis as though waiting for her response, she however said nothing as she quite casually took out her faux fur coat from the wardrobe to slip it about her shoulders. The man in the box then turned his attention to Ralph as he continued to struggle vainly. “Get me outta here man”, he cried, “what are you doing just standing there, get me outta this thing”, he added. Mavis then turned to Ralph with a stern look upon her face, her huge breasts wobbling about almost obscenely beneath the taut silk of her blouse as she spun about quickly.

“Ya tamper wiv that box & ya kin ferget about yer freedom seatboy”, said Mavis abruptly, “I`m goin out inta town fer a bit, ya kin get on wiv the laundry basket job while I`m gone, don`t want ya bein disturbed by him so he`s gonna get a pair of me knickers tied in his mouth to keep him quiet while ya works ok”, added Mavis who was by then already removing her last worn pair from the said laundry basket as she spoke. She then advanced upon the dresser seat in haste as the face within it stared up horrified by her intentions.

“Mavis no, please, Ma….”, cried the man as she quickly & easilly forced them firmly into his by then gasping mouth to silence his pleas in an instance. She wasn`t done yet though for she then quickly picked up one of her previously worn, discarded stockings from where it had fallen the night before so as to feed it beneath the back of his head, & then tie it up & around his mouth to keep the knickers in & so render his pathetic cries little more than muffled bleats in the process. This done, she finally walked from the dresser towards the door of the room, a smile upon her heavilly painted lips as her skirted hips & arse wobbled in a slow undulating motion as she walked away.

She poked Ralph in the chest as she passed him & then she stopped to attach the usual length of chain to the collar around his neck before padlocking it then to the iron grate in the old fireplace that still remained in the bedroom. “As fer you”, she said, her lips screwing into a cruel, sadistic smile, “I wants this new job done by the time I get`s back, d`ya understand me boy, & when I get`s back, I wants ya in the armchair again cos Rose is coming round to watch a video wiv me tonight before we goes out ok”, she added. Ralph could only nod, as his gaze once again returned to the writhing, bound up head trapped firmly in the seat of Mavis`s dresser stool as she disappeared from sight down the stairs & out of the front door without so much as a by your leave.

Ralph had never felt so helpless in his life, he so wanted to help the poor guy in the stool but to do so now would jeapordise his own freedom for sure. Until now, these tasks she had set him had been unconnected to real people, now though he felt ashamed that his own warped fantasies had allowed all of this to come into fruition. As a direct result of this, another man had now fallen prey to Mavis`s unrelenting cruelty & in the days to come, yet more men would find themselves in positions of utmost humiliation & degradation simply because of his own fantasy ramblings & the bizarre modifications Mavis had ordered him to carry out.

The chain linking him to the iron grill of course prevented him from reaching the man & helping him anyway, for it was only long enough for him to carry out the new job upon the laundry basket & the floorboards beneath it. Ralph sighed audibly, his very soul sinking within as he reluctantly set about the task in hand whilst trying his best to ignore the sometimes frantic muffled pleas coming from his poor doomed compatriate locked up inside the dresser stool.

Mavis didn`t return until 4pm that day, she had bought yet more clothing & a new video recorder & tv with Ralphs rapidly diminishing money. He had finished the adaptations to the floor & the laundry basket to Mavis`s specifications, it`s bottom section had been cut out & the floorboards had been removed & refashioned into the required two sectioned, hinged trapdoor that Mavis had requested.

The cavity beneath had likewise been created, complete with fixed leather restraints & rubber waste removal tubing that had been silicone fixed directly into the outlet pipes coming from Mavis`s bathroom.

Ralph was exhausted from the work, his heart sank however when he saw her walk into the room, for she was now wearing a new brown leather skirt, short enough to show her ample, awesome nylon covered thighs. It seemed she had also visited the hairdressers as well for she now sported a high stacked couferred purple rinse that made her look every inch the ageing tart as she strolled arrogantly past him to imediately, & rather cruelly sit directly upon her dresser stool without one look down into the panicked face fixed within it.

Ralph couldn`t believe it, Mavis actually smiled as she sat, the smooth kid leather of her new skirt smothering the face heavily beneath it as her wide matronly thighs & backside splurged all over the entire surface of the seat to completely obliterate the visage enclosed within it from the rest of the world around it. She then crossed her legs, deliberately, one over the other as though to allow Ralph an unhindered view directly up at her nylon tighted crotch high up in the apex of her legs as it slowly covered the, by then, pleading face underneath it in her unashamed seating.

“Is it finished”, sais Mavis lighting up a cigarette as she spoke. “Yes it`s finished”, said Ralph, his eyes still fixed firmly upon her lower extremities as they slowly & inexorably suffocated the man beneath them. “The tubing as well?”, she asked, ignoring the muffled pleas coming from beneath her skirt. Ralph just nodded to indicate that the tubing was in place too. “Good”, said Mavis, “now to get ya back in the armchair, me n Rose will both be sittin on ya tonight, then we`ll be goin to the social club to pick someone up”, she added. Ralph knew better than to ask who.

It was probably better that he didn`t know anyway, but the pick up was to be none other than Warren, an old trick of Mavis`s who had once beaten her up badly in a drunken rage after a night of sex. This lowlife was to be quite deservedly destined for Mavis`s new toilet conversion as it`s final installed piece of the plumbing. He would be an easy target due to the fact that the guy had recently been bragging constantly about the fact that he was leaving England this very evening to make a new life in the states after winning a sizable windfall at the bookies. He was also known to have an eye for the ladies & a particular one for Mavis`s sister Rose, whom it had been decided, would lure him in his anticipated drunken state, to his inevitable permanent fate beneath her sisters toilet.

As for now though, Ralph himself had an appointment with the armchair as already stated. “When will I be able to leave Mavis?”, asked Ralph as Mavis slowly got up from the tormented face of her new seat. “Soon”, she said as she leant forwards to unlock the padlock securing his chain to the fireplace, “one more job fer ya to do, then tomorrow ya kin leave”, she added as she led him back downstairs & into the living room once again. Ralph could of course do little other than trust her to keep to her word, but he couldn`t help but wonder what the final job would be as Mavis re-installed him in the chair as she had done every night beforehand.

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It was seven o clock that same evening when Mavis`s doorbell rang to herald the arrival of her sister Rose. Ralph froze as he heard her voice, his limbs tightening up against the restraints that held him firm within Mavis`s armchair. He could never escape them of course but the sight of Rose walking into the living room positively filled him with dread as she walked towards him to look down at his face trapped firmly in the armchairs seat. She had a look of utter contempt etched upon her face as she tilted her head back slightly & then looked down at him from over the bridge of her nose.

“Well well, what do we have here then”, said Rose as Mavis headed upstairs to get ready to go out. “Anything good on tv tonight Mave?”, she added as her sister began climbing the stairs. “Tv pages are on the table Rose”, said Mavis, “feel free to make yerself comfortable”, she added with a giggle. “Oh I shall”, said Rose in a sultry sounding voice, “I certainly shall”.

Ralph shivvered as he looked up at her, resplendent in her evening finery. Tonight she was wearing an expensive looking gold silk blouse unbuttoned to show her ample killer cleavage, & a calve length chiffon over nylon black skirt that sported a patent, shiny black belt with a large round silver buckle. Her hair, as always was expertly styled, her make up & jewellery as equally as perfect as the rest of her. Rose always had been the better dressed of the two sisters, her style much more tasteful than the sometimes garish outfits worn by her sister Mavis.

Ralph watched helplessly as her well manicured hands fell to rest upon her ample hips in a classic dominant stance, her weight seductively shifting to one hip as she did so.

“Please Rose”, stammered Ralph, “Please don`t sit on me”, he added fidgeting more so now in his helpless predicament. Rose smiled appreciatedly, his pleas were like music to her ears, it pleased her that he had pleaded with her like that, it made her fire up inside, a little shudder in her loins brought her feminine core alive as she surveyed him below her. “Don`t be silly Ralphy boy”, said Rose milking the situation now to the full, “you know you want me too”, she added, “you just know that you want me to sit on your helpless little face so don`t you dare pretend that you don`t”, said Rose clamly. “Mavis told me all about your sick little fantasies you know”, she added with another tormenting smile.

Ralph of course could do nothing now to stop her anyway, the way she was just standing there looking down at him though chilled him to the bone. He was also unable to deny that wether he wanted it or not, his penis was betraying him once again & responding to the call, for within a few moments it was again rock solid inside the armchair.

Ralph watched as Rose then calmly turned to go fetch the afforementioned TV pages from the table, he pulled uselessly at the unforgiving restraints once more & then froze once again as she then reappeared to stand before the armchair, the backs of her nyloned calves now inches from his panicked face as she prepared to sit uncaringly upon him.

The seating was slow & deliberate, Rose never said a word but Ralph could smell the strong perfume she wore as the back of her skirt fell upon his trapped face, he drew a sharp intake of breath as her thighs began to fall ever nearer & then finally compress the material tightly over him, cutting off all air as she allowed her full weight to settle in the armchair. “Such a nice comfy seat”, she said in a tormenting voice, “now then, what shall I watch”, she added as she switched the TV on whilst flicking through the pages of the guide.

Ralph cried out in a muffled unintelligable voice as she sat, Roses large & fleshy skirted backside simply obliterated the entire seat cushion & Ralph`s face along with it. She then sighed & allowed herself to settle back into the armchair, one leg elegantly crossing over the other as she did so whilst she casually arranged the material of her skirt over her knee before continuing to view the pages of the TV guide without an apparent care in the world.

Upstairs, Mavis was now half dressed in a beige, huge cupped satin bra that as always appeared to be struggling to contain her massive mammaries within it`s design. Irritated, she twanged & adjusted the elastic straps repeatedly to settle her breasts the best she could within the overworked cups. Upon her lower half, she wore a new black pair of high gloss tights over a white nylon & lycra girdle that strained to hold in her ampley proportioned girth just as much as the bra above.

Unsurprisingly, she was also once again casually seated upon her special dresser chair, it`s trapped & helpless occupant struggling for breath beneath her tightly girdled nether regions as she calmly re-applied her make up & then brushed her hair, all but oblivious to the fate of the poor man beneath her. Her outfit for this evening was already layed out upon the bed awaiting her, a new dress bought with Ralph`s money of course along with a new pair of patent leather high heeled shoes to complete the outfit. When she had finally finished her task of getting ready, the poor man in the dresser seat was all but passed out, Mavis rather cruelly stuffed a pair of her discarded knickers into his mouth & then she replaced the cover of the seat to hide him from her sight once again before leaving the room to rejoin Rose downstairs.

Rose of course was still seated upon Ralph`s armchair. She had gotten into a game show on the TV & had more or less forgotten Ralph underneath her. “Ya aven`t suffocated the poor sod ave ya Rose”, said Mavis upon entering the room. Rose shifted her skirted backside just slightly to the right & Ralph`s sharp intake of life giving breath was an audible enough signal to confirm that she had`nt.

“Ready ta go get that bastard Warren then”, said Mavis, at which point Rose reluctantly got up off of the chair to finally free Ralph from the crushing pressure of her weight. Rose turned to look down at him contemptfully, “look at him all red, sweaty & dribbling”, she said, “I nearly killed ya didn`t I Ralphy boy”, she added before turning around suddenly & looking at the back of her skirt.

“If he`s got any of that messy slobber on my new skirt he`ll be for it”, said Rose aggresively, “I`ll sit on the bastard & finish him right here & now”, she added. “It`s ok”, said Mavis checking her sisters skirt, “come on let`s go”, she added as she replaced the normal cushion into the armchair to hide Ralph`s face from view. “Don`t want Warren seein him there when we bring him back now do we”, she said with a laugh. The two women then left to go get Warren.

Ralph was a complete mess inside the armchair. Mavis had mistakenly not reinstated the convene & butt tube to take care of his waste & in his excitement, he had cum all over himself due to what Rose had just done to him. It seemed increasingly strange to him that even though he now wanted freedom from Mavis`s captivity more than anything else, the simple act of either of these awesome women sitting on him & smothering him brought all those fantastical longings flooding back. He felt doomed to this madness, this desire to be squashed & smothered beneath a big womans ass, in fact he feared it would simply kill him in end if he didn`t learn to control it.

Surprisingly, he then fell into a deep tormented sleep to the thought of Mavis finally releasing him & allowing him on his way.

He was awakened at about midnight by the sound of Mavis & Rose returning home with Warren, who of course was drunk & in no way even remotely suspicious of their intentions. In fact, he was convinced that not only was he going to get to screw Rose, but Mavis again in the bargain as well. Everything had been set, all of his friends had said their goodbye`s, as far as they were all concerned, Warren was off to the states, nobody was going to question his disappearance at all.

Rose came imediately into the living room to sit heavilly in the armchair, Ralph once again becoming smothered underneath her as Mavis led Warren in to sit upon the sofa, before leaving them all to go to the kitchen to obtain a few sleeping pills.

Even though Warren was paraletic, Rose had thought it best that they pass him out with the pills to be sure that he didn`t come round when they finally got him under the floorboards in Mavis`s bathroom. Warren of course imediately went for Rose as she remained seated in the armchair, falling upon her & slobbering her with kisses & a mixture of drunken drool & alcohol as he did so, & completely oblivious of course to the fact that Rose was now smothering a helpless young man who lay trapped in the armchair itself beneath their now combined weight. Rose by herself was an awesome task to bare, but now with Warren squashing her even more onto the poor face below her, the task was unbearable.

“Get him off me Mavis”, said Rose as her sister came into the room again, “get this oaf off of me”. Mavis then dragged Warren back to the sofa & then gave him another drink, this time combined with the sleeping tablets, crushed up & deposited within it.

Warren however, had the constitution of an Ox, it took him a further half an hour before he finally began to subdue to the tablets, wherapons Rose got up out of the armchair to slowly remove the cushion upon it. At first Warren didn`t see Ralph`s face trapped within the seat as it was, but after Mavis dragged him up & across towards it, he finally saw the bizarre sight of the poor lads face gazing up in a panic as Rose calmly sat down upon it once again, smiling as she did so.

“Wassat”, cried Warren in a drunken stupor, “Wassat in the chair, there`s a face in the chair”, he cried as he tried to drag Rose by the arm from the chair for a closer look. “Ya sat on a face ya fat cow, ya sat on someones face”, cried Warren. “Ya drunk Warren, time for beddy bye`s eh”, said Mavis, “me n Rose in bed wiv ya Warren, how bout that”, she added in an attempt to draw Warren away from his attempts at a closer look at the armchair.

“Why d`ya do that Rose”, cried Mavis angrilly, “Why`dya show him Ralph”. “To let him see what`s in store for him”, said Rose under her breath as Warren continued to try to see what was beneath Roses skirts. It took a little while, but eventually they managed to get Warren more interested in what would happen upstairs than down in the living room. The drink eventually got the better of him, his head in a spin, he wanted to lay down. Bingo thought Mavis as they then maneouvered the drunken man up the stairs & into the bathroom.

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Once in the bathroom, Warren was passed out in an uncerimonious heap upon the floor, ravaged from the effects of the alcohol & the sleeping pills Mavis had given him, & now completely helpless to prevent the two women doing whatever they wanted with him.

Due to the fact that he would be remaining beneath Mavis`s floor for a considerable length of time, quite possibly years in fact, it was of course imperative that he be naked for what they had in mind, so Rose proceeded to undress him whilst Mavis pulled up the bathroom carpet enough to reveal the removable floorboards already prepared by Ralph days beforehand.

“When we gets him under me floor, I`m gonna get a new carpet layed in here”, said Mavis as she lifted the boards to reveal the compartment below, lined as it was with a heavy plastic sheet for safety. This was the first time Rose had seen what Mavis had had Ralph create & she stood flabergasted as she gazed into the hole in the floor taking in the sight of the heavy leather restraints, the tubing & the strange hood device that had been plumbed onto the toilet outlet itself via a rigid rubber tube.

“Are we really going to do this Mavis?”, said Rose while still looking down into the compartment, “are we really just going to put him in this & leave him there?”, she added, “course we are”, said Mavis, “bloody sod deserves it too don`t ya think”, she added as she then began to drag the now inert Warren towards the compartment, wherapons he was uncerimoniously rolled in & positioned between the floor beams to be restrained at the waist, wrists, ankles & neck.

Once this was done, Mavis proceeded to, “plumb” Warren in by way of the enema tube with it`s inflatable bulb to keep it firmly in place in his ass, & the convene slipped over Warrens penis & secured onto it so as to take care of his bladder functions. The other ends of these tubes had already been fixed & vulcanised into the original houshold plumbing by Ralph in the same way as the hood device had been with the toilet outlet itself. By the time they`d finished with him, Warren was a doomed man.

The two women checked the security of the various restraints holding him in the floor compartment & then they left him for a while until such time as when he came round again, since Mavis wanted him to be awake & cognitive when she finally slipped the hood on him & nailed the floorboards permanently back down again!. In the mean time however, they both went back downstairs to torment Ralph again so as to pass the time.

If Ralph had been in any doubts whatsoever as to Mavis`s intentions to release him, he was about to find out now because the very first thing she did upon entering the room was remove the velour chair back from the armchair & then re-attach his convene & enema tubes as before. Ralph fell silent as he felt her fishing about with his genitals & his ass, whilst Rose stood to the side of the chair casually looking down over her large heaving bosom & into his already panicked face as Mavis casually began tightening all the securing bolts & checking everything out.

“M-mavis”, said Ralph tugging against the straps inside the armchair, “what are you doing Mavis”, he added. Mavis however was apparently ignoring him as she stopped & asked Rose to pass her the staple gun from the table without even answering him. Rose smiled down at Ralph & then promptly did as she had asked before returning to the side of the armchair to almost gloat down at him. Then she began to tease him as Mavis began stapling the velour material back to the armchair, only this time, it was all the way round.

“Poor little Ralphy boy”, said Rose smiling down at him, “you didn`t really think that she`d let you go did you?”, she added, “But-but I…”, stammered Ralph, “Mavis you said you`d let me go when I`d done what you`d asked”, said Ralph panicking all the more now. “Wot, n give up the best seat in me house”, said Mavis, her face peering over the chair back to look down at him. “But Mavis!!”, cried Ralph, “you promised”

“I lied”, said Mavis calmly as she continued on with the staplegun. “I needed some stuff doin round me flat that waz all & I knew I could get ya to do it by promisin ya I`d let ya go free”, added Mavis. “I ain`t lettin ya go though, I ain`t ever gonna let ya go, ya me seatboy & ya gonna stay me seatboy fer the rest of ya life ok”, said Mavis.

“I`m keepin ya”, she added coldly, “ya mine now, I`ve grown to like sittin on peoples faces now & I likes sittin on em fer hours so ya betta get used ta that”, said Mavis, “ya got only yerself ta blame too, ya wanted to be a big womans seat cushion & now ya are one ok, ya face is a cushion fer me big fat ass, ya me personal property, d`ya understand me seatboy, me personal property & I`m gonna sit on ya face till it`s crushed flat under me weight”, she said as she continued on with the clack clack of the staple guns effortless retort.

Ralph fell silent just briefly as he allowed the information to settle into his brain, then he began bucking & struggling like crazy inside the armchair & shouting out. “No!”, he cried, “you gotta let me go you fuckin crazy bitches, you can`t do this to me, not against my will you can`t”, he shouted.

Mavis just smiled though, she was totally unperturbed by his outburst as was Rose as she continued to look down into his now highly agitated features. “Shall I sit on him Mave”, she asked, “yeh”, said Mavis, sit on him Rose, sit on him & shut him up”, she added & whilst Ralph continued to cry out, Rose very slowly moved around to the front of the armchair & did exactly that to silence his cries in an instance beneath the all enveloping nylon clad moons of her awesome derriere & the material of her skirts.

Rose smiled like a contented cat as she felt poor Ralph`s wildly struggling face disappear & squash into her awesome female pultritude as she sat all of her considerable weight into the armchair. She closed her eyes just briefly to savour the feeling, his muffled cries for mercy caused her a little giggle as they passed through the diaphanous material of her skirts & into her very entrails themselves. It was a delicious feeling to behold, In the past few days, Rose had even surprised herself with her ability to enjoy such dominance over a young man such as Ralph. Ralph however, cried out hopelessly once again from beneath her as Mavis continued her work on the armchair.

Rose sat still & then casually crossed one leg over the other before picking up a magazine to read from beside the chair itself, she then playfully allowed herself a few heavy bounces upon the armchairs seat so as to crush Ralph`s fragile face further into her smothering behind before returning to flicking through the pages of the magazine once again.

By the time Mavis had finished sealing the armchair permanently back up again, Ralph was very close to passing out under the heavy, oppresive spread of Roses wide, fleshy backside. He drew in a much needed, sharp intake of life giving breath as the gauzy chiffon material & hem of her skirt slid across & over his face upon her rising from the chair, & then as quickly as he`d done so, he turned his head abruptly to avoid the rapidly approaching hand of Mavis, complete with balled up silk panties which were deftly thrust into his gasping, opened mouth to silence any protests before they even began. A pair of her just removed tights were then quickly slipped over his face to prevent him from pushing them out & then both Mavis & Rose were gone again.

Upstairs, Warren was now stirring & although still under the influence of the drink & sleeping pill induced confusion, he was now begining to realise that something was very wrong. At first he had been completely unable to identify where he was, lying beneath the level of the floor, he thought that he might have already left Mavis`s & fallen through some rotten floorboards somewhere else, but upon recognising the room around him above the hole in the floor though, he knew imediately that he was still in Mavis`s flat & in her bathroom. What really puzzled him however was the fact that he couldn`t understand why he was unable to move himself & then, upon realising that he had in fact been strapped down, panic had quickly set in just at the exact moment that Mavis & Rose had reappeared in the room above him.

“What the hell is going on!!”, he shouted as he began tugging wildly at the straps holding him in place, “what have you bitches done to me, get me out of here you mad cows, get me out now”, he cried. Mavis of course was completely unperturbed at his outburst as she walked casually towards the side of the hole in the floor to place her hands sternly upon her hips whilst staring down at him.

“Ya ain`t goin anywhere Warren”, said Mavis all matter of fact like, “In fact, ya ain`t goin anywhere ever again”, she added. Warren tugged harder at the straps holding him to the floor beams & then he growled up at the two women wildly.

Rose laughed as she came towards the hole also. “Oh my, we`re so scared of you Warren, roaring like an animal & all, but you see, you`re our prisoner now & very soon you`ll be nothing more than a part of my sister`s toilet plumbing wether you like that or not”, she said in a calm, almost taunting tone of voice.

Warren at this point however, was simply unable to comprehend what they were proposing, he shouted up at them again & cursed over & over as Mavis moved to crouch down near to his head as he thrashed about hopelessly under the floor.
“Ya can`t escape Warren so ya might as well stop tryin”, she said, “Ya remember when ya treated me like shit ya rotten sod”, said Mavis spitting directly into his face. “How ya put me in the casualty unit, well, now I get`s ta give ya some shit back”, she added as Rose began laughing at her sisters cruel, although apt joke.

“Yes”, said Rose, “You`re gonna get it quite literally in fact”, she added as she moved slowly around the hole to stand next to Mavis who was now playing with the bizarre rubber hood at the end of the tube attached to the toilet outlet. “What the fuck`s that”, cried Warren on seeing it in her hands, “what are you girls planning to do to me”, he added. Mavis of course took great delight in outlining her plans to him as she continued fidling with the hood as she spoke.

“I`m gonna put this ere hood on yer ed Warren”, said Mavis, “slip it completely over it & then strap it upright against that support there”, said Mavis pointing to a padded piece of wood with a leather strap affixed at the base of the toilet beneath where it actually entered the floor. “Then we`ll seal it all up with special rubber glue to stop any leaks”, added Rose with a self satisfied smile upon her face.

“As ya kin see this hood ain`t goin ta fit tight on yer ed though”, said Mavis, “it`s gonna be loose, like a kinda bag but fixed on so that it fills up wiv whatever goes in me toilet n comes out that outlet see”, she added smiling. “And ya just goin ta ave ta gulp everything down quick or drown, it`s as simple as that”, said Mavis.

“Course, the thing is, when I`m sittin on me toilet doin what I needs ta do, I won`t know wether yer doin that fast enuff cos I won`t be able ta see ya anyway, wot wiv ya bein trapped n hidden under me floorboards an all”, said Mavis with a cruel smirk. “Were gonna nail the floorboards back down over ya & then see bout getting a nice new carpet fitted too”, she added. “Yes, then nobody will ever know that you were there”, added Rose smugly.

“I`ll know when yer alright under there though”, said Mavis, “cos so long as I`m flushin me toilet after usin it & it ain`t backin up the bowl, I`ll know yer still alive & drinkin it all down still”, she added. “When it don`t work proper anymore though, we`ll ave ta get ya out & then bury ya body someplace”, she added.

Rose then moved again to straddle the hole in the floor in which Warren now lay imprisoned, giving him a completely unhindered view up her skirt as she glared down into his almost terrified face. “You never got to have this tonight did you Warren”, teased Rose, “I Bet you never thought you would end up becoming Mavis`s toilet though did you”, she said as the enormity of what they were proposing slowly began to sink in.

Warren was now hoping against hope that they were playing some kind of bizarre trick upon him but the extensive arrangements they had made in the floor space made it look more & more likely that the two women apparently meant business, so in consequence, he quickly began begging with them then to release him from the floor, much to their obvious amusement. Needless to say, his release was most definitely not on the cards at all.

Mavis smiled down at him with that self same sickly smile he`d come to know so well, then, as he began pleading with her again not to do this to him, she took great delight in slowly stretching & feeding the strange hood like device over his struggling head until it passed first across his wild staring eyes & then further down until it`s neck was finally snapped tightly against his throat to muffle his pleas completely inside the bag. Mavis then watched him just for a while as she became mesmerised at the sight of the material of the rubber bag inflating & deflating repeatedly over Warrens features as he breathed, it pleased her to watch this but she knew of course that she would have to finish the job of preparing him sooner rather than later.

Mavis took hold of the poor mans rubberized head in both hands & then she moved & positioned it into an upright position just beneath the toilet outlet itself, before then strapping it rigidly into place by way of the leather strap. This was passed first through metal rings at the sides of the hood before being secured tight to hold his still writhing head in place. She then squirted a liberal amount of the aforementioned vulcanising solution to the tubing connection at the top of the hood & the neck piece so as to thoroughly leakproof them both before standing to survey & also test the bizarre handiwork.

Warren could do nothing now but lie there strapped up hopelessly in Mavis`s floor tugging wildly at the imovable restraints holding him down. Mavis simply ignored his struggles as she placed her hand upon the flush handle with a cruel smile etched upon her face, & then, at Roses prompting to go ahead & do it, she calmly flushed the toilet to check that everything worked as planned. The water of course imediately rushed through the outlet to fill the rubber bag sealed onto Warrens head almost to it`s entirety. Mavis & Rose smiled as it imediately caused Warren to buck & struggle wildly as he became submerged in the water before he finally realised that all he could do then was swallow as fast as he was able, just as Mavis had told him to if he did indeed want to remain alive in this most cruellest of cruel prison cells.

Eventually of course, Warren cleared the water in the hood, his body settled a little in the compartment exhausted from the ordeal of swallowing the water down so quickly, but feeling slightly relieved that the water had been clean & not soiled as he had expected it to be. Mavis & Rose checked his restraints a final last time & then they began to get ready to reposition the floorboards into the floor & renail them back into place over Warrens still struggling, squirming body to finally seal him beneath the floor.

It took her no time at all to nail the boards back down again. As Warren struggled & pleaded up at her from within the floor, Mavis did the deed whilst Rose looked on smiling. Two four inch nails, either end of each of the floorboards & two more at their mid points hammered firmly down until their heads rested below the wooden surface of each piece of planking & it was done.

When she had finished the job, Mavis took the time to cerimoniously stand directly upon the boards that hid Warrens body from their view. “I likes this”, she said, “I likes this a lot, avin Warren under me feet where he belongs & where he`s goin ta stay from now on”, she added. “Ya me toilet now Warren d`ya ere me, me toilet”, said Mavis as the two Women then walked from the room leaving the poor man to his cruel fate.

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Downstairs inside the armchair, Ralph of course had heard the cruel hammering of the nails as Mavis drove them relentlessly into the floorboards which now covered the very much alive & struggling Waren. He tugged uselessly at the inescapable restraints inside the chair, a tear formed in his eye as he contemplated Warrens fate, his own fate was hell enough but being condemned to be Mavis`s toilet just didn`t bare thinking about at all.

The moment Mavis & Rose had returned to the living room however they ignored Ralph completely as they talked about how Warren would never hurt anyone ever again. The main topic after that however was the twenty one year old lad that Rose had decided was to be the occupant of her own altered armchair. This young man had apparently attacked Roses daughter Samantha one night & forced himself upon her & now it seemed Rose wanted some very special payback. But how to get him back to her house & keep him there without suspicion pointing to her though was something that needed to be worked out fully before they instigated their plan.

Ron Davies, for that was his name was not a well liked person on the estate where Rose lived & his absence would surely not be the cause for anyone but the Polices concern. Most residents in the area would be glad to see the back of him so that much wasn`t a problem at all. The main problem was in leaving no possible traces to Rose or Mavis.

Ralph of course could hear everything they were discussing as they sat at the table drinking coffee, they ignored him completely & paid no notice to his struggles up until the point where he managed to spit out the underwear in his mouth & begin voicing his concerns.

“You`ll never get away with it, do you hear me you crazy f*!Kin bitches, someones gonna get you both for this, they`ll free me & those two guys upstairs too, you just wait & see”, cried Ralph.

Imediately Rose & Mavis stopped talking & looked about the room.

“Did you hear something Mavis?”, said Rose with a smile.

“Nope, not a fing”, said Mavis as she lit up a cigarette & began sucking obscenely upon it as though desperate now to get the nicotine hit from within.

“Anyway, I was saying”, said Rose, “nobody is going to miss our young friend Ron, but we need to find out exactly who is family are in order to get this right”, she added. “Once he`s in the chair in my home I don`t ever want to let that bastard leave so this has to be done right”, said Rose.

Mavis just nodded & sucked on the cigarette again, her breasts jiggling about under the taut hammock of her huge bra & her thin silk top as she did so.

“So wot duz we know about the lil scrote then?”, said Mavis. “Who duzee ang about wiv, wot mates azee got?”

“Mates”, said Rose huffing loudly, “he hasn`t got any mates as such, just cronies that hang around out of fear, if he disappears one of them will be quick to take his place I know that much, even they`ll be glad to see the back of him”, she added.

“Shouldn`t be too much trouble to get im then”, said Mavis taking yet another drag on the cigarette.

“Family?”, said Mavis.

Rose laughed at the comment, “None to be concerned about, the father is in prison, the mother is a drug addict & the only other one, a brother is currently living up north someplace, has little to do with them all”.

Mavis nodded again, then Ralph began again.

“Let me out of this god damn chair Mavis!!”, he cried tugging wildly at the restraints he himself had devised & set into the chairs interior.

“Didn`t you stuff a pair of your dirty knickers in that chair of yours mouth earlier?”, said Rose.

Mavis nodded again & then lit up another cigarette. “Yep, lil bastards gone n spat em out tho by the looks of it”, said Mavis. “shove em back in if ya want, I thinks we should go case Rons place, suss out things n such”, she added as Rose stood up to approach the armchair to look down into Ralphs trapped face laying framed within it`s seat.

“Too bad your making such noise tonight Ralphy boy, you really should be more quiet you know”, said Rose as she reached down to casually pick up the knickers from beside his face. Then bunching them up into a silken ball, she thrust them back down onto Ralphs mouth, forcing his lips apart as she did so.

“Open up washing machine mouth”, said Rose with a wry laugh, “Mavis told you to clean these & you really have not done a good job so it`s back in the wash with them”, she added as Ralph was forced to take the horrible soiled garment back into his mouth again.


TBC....