Faithless
01-28-2003, 12:40 AM
The Invitation
(The Seat of Power Part II)
Phil? the voice on the phone said.
Yes, this is Phil. Who is this?
It’s Mrs. Arbogast, dear. You remember?
He remembered. How could he forget? Mrs. Arbogast with her wide,
womanly ass packed into her black leather pants. Mrs. Arbogast who
had sat on his face for two hours when he had agreed to help her
try out a ‘queening’ chair at Madame Stern’s store, Her Way.
He remembered all right. He remembered the feeling of being totally
helpless under the woman. Of the smell and feel and taste of the
leather. Struggling to breathe while his feckless cock strained in
ecstasy. It was doing it again now, rock hard at the sound of her
voice.
Sure I remember, he said. Uh...how are you?
I’m fine. Just a little lonely.
Lonely? What happened to... He couldn’t remember her husband’s
name.
Hiram, she said. We’ve separated I’m afraid. He didn’t have
quite the taste for submission that he thought he did.
No?
No. He had been whining a lot about the new queening chair. The
one you were so sweet to test for me. He said I was keeping him in
it too much. Now I admit that I was keeping his face smothered in
my ass for several hours each night and sometimes all day on
weekends, but I don’t think that was asking too much for the
privilege of being under an ass like mine. Do you think so, dear?
No, Mrs. Arbogast.
Thank you, Phil. You’re so sweet. But as I said, I’m getting
lonely. I miss having a face to sit on. I’ve got a brand new pair
of leather pants that I’m just aching to squeeze into and plop down
on some deserving face. And I thought of how comfortable your face
was, Phil.
Phil’s dick was almost painfully hard. He could feel a dribble of
pre cum soaking into his pants.
What about it, Phil? Want to come over and keep me company this
evening?
Phil was trying to ignore his cock. He remembered how Mrs. Arbogast
had tricked him the last time. She had said she would only sit on
his face for a little while, then when he was strapped into the
queening chair, unable to move, she had pulled out a book and
settled in for a long queening. He knew he couldn’t trust her.
But oh, the feeling of her firm, fleshy mounds encased in the rich,
shiny leather, pressing against his face. He had loved it, he had
to admit.
Phil heard his own voice say, When would you like me to come
over?
Mrs. Arbogast told him immediately, and gave him directions to her
home. Phil stayed hard during the entire drive over to her
neighborhood. It was very upscale. She was obviously loaded. Her
house was a rambling structure set back from a huge lawn.
Phil parked in the driveway as instructed and went up and rang the
doorbell. After a few moments he heard the unmistakable clicking of
high heels. The door opened and there was Mrs. Arbogast.
She looked like a fetishist’s dream. She stood leaning on the
doorframe, a curvy woman in her early forties. Her wavy blonde hair
fell to her shoulders. Her large breasts were poking against the
front of a silk blouse. Her impressively wide hips were vacuums
packed into a pair of soft, shiny, black leather pants. The pants
were tucked into calve high boots with stiletto heels. She also
wore elbow length leather gloves.
She took a drag on the 50’s film star style cigarette holder
clasped in her right hand and said, Come in dear.
Phil almost stumbled through the door. Mrs. Arbogast smiled. I
take it you like the view.
Oh yes, Mrs. Arbogast. You’re gorgeous.
Thank you, Phil. Do you like the pants?
They’re beautiful.
They are, aren’t they? I wore the gloves for you, dear. You’re a
leather fetishist aren’t you?
Yes.
Why don’t you say, Yes Mrs. Arbogast. I like that better. It’s so
respectful.
Yes Mrs. Arbogast.
Much better. Now, follow me.
She walked away slowly. Phil’s gaze was glued to her shapely, shiny
ass. She knew this and got maximum swing into her hips. Phil would
have followed that ass into hell.
She led him into a large, sumptuous living room. The queening chair
dominated the middle of the room. A big screen television was in
front of the chair. It had a VCR and a DVD player attached to it.
This is where I like to relax. Mrs. Arbogast said. I have all my
favorite movies. She smiled. Not that you’ll be seeing any of
them where you’ll be.
Phil wouldn’t have thought it possible, but his cock got even
harder. There was something about this woman. Under her smooth
voice and elegant manners was something a little bit..cruel?
Get undressed Phil. I like for my seat cushions to be naked.
He loved the way she said seat cushion. Phil scrambled to get his
clothes off.
Mmmm. You have a nice body, dear. I might get around to using
other parts of it if you’re a good boy. Now, assume the position.
Phil lay down on the leather-covered bench that was attached to the
back of the chair. He slid his head into the hole in the back. His
face fit snuggly into the corresponding hole in the chair’s seat.
He felt Mrs. Arbogast,s hands as they buckled the straps that held
him to the bench. He could feel his heartbeat pick up a bit. He had
been here before. But that was at the store where there was at
least Madame Stern to help him. Now he was alone, a virtual
prisoner in this woman’s house. He felt leather covered fingers
close around his cock.
Nice, Mrs. Arbogast said. But first things first.
She came into view and looked down at Phil’s helpless face. She
smiled again and then turned around. The shiny round surface of her
bountiful behind filled Phil’s field of vision. Slowly, tortuously
she eased her ass down onto the upturned face.
A moan of sheer desire escaped Phil’s lips as his face was
enveloped. The chair was designed in such a way that the sitter’s
weight was evenly distributed. Phil could breath if he took it very
slowly, but he was held firmly in place by Mrs. Arbogast’s all
encompassing ass.
Comfy dear? Phil heard Mrs. Arbogast say. Her voice seemed far
away. I hope so, because you’re going to be down there a long
time. I’m watching a double feature.
Phil could hear the whir of a VCR starting up. There was no escape
for him now. Mrs. Arbogast could sit on his face for as long as she
wanted. A couple of times during the first movie she got up for a
snack or to visit the bathroom. While she was gone Phil would take
advantage of the opportunity to breathe more easily for a bit. But
each time she would come back and lower her leather clad fanny back
onto his face.
When the first film ended Mrs. Arbogast got up and looked down at
her human seat cushion. I’ll be back in a few minutes, dear, She
said. I have a surprise for you. Don’t go away. He heard her high
heels click clacking away.
When she returned a few minutes later and leaned her upper torso
back over the chair, Phil was rewarded with a view of her amazing
bustline compressed into and pushed up by a leather corset. She was
naked from the waist down.
I know you love the leather, Phil, but I was getting a little hot
in those pants. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of chances to be
face sat by my leather butt, however right now, I think I want to
watch the second movie bareback.
Mrs. Arbogast turned around once more. Released from the confines
of the leather pants, her ass looked bigger and wider and softer.
Phil felt his cock jerk uncontrollably.
Mrs. Arbogast looked seductively back over her shoulder. Is my ass
beautiful, Phil?
Oh yes, Mrs. Arbogast. It’s lovely.
Do you want me to sit on your face?
Please Mrs. Arbogast.
I’m all sweaty from wearing the leather.
She didn’t have to tell him, The smell of her was driving him wild.
There was nothing he wanted more than to be smothered by her ass.
I don’t care. Please, I want you to sit on my face.
Then ask me.
Please Mrs. Arbogast, will you please sit on my face?
Of course I will, dear.
And she did.
Her End
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(The Seat of Power Part II)
Phil? the voice on the phone said.
Yes, this is Phil. Who is this?
It’s Mrs. Arbogast, dear. You remember?
He remembered. How could he forget? Mrs. Arbogast with her wide,
womanly ass packed into her black leather pants. Mrs. Arbogast who
had sat on his face for two hours when he had agreed to help her
try out a ‘queening’ chair at Madame Stern’s store, Her Way.
He remembered all right. He remembered the feeling of being totally
helpless under the woman. Of the smell and feel and taste of the
leather. Struggling to breathe while his feckless cock strained in
ecstasy. It was doing it again now, rock hard at the sound of her
voice.
Sure I remember, he said. Uh...how are you?
I’m fine. Just a little lonely.
Lonely? What happened to... He couldn’t remember her husband’s
name.
Hiram, she said. We’ve separated I’m afraid. He didn’t have
quite the taste for submission that he thought he did.
No?
No. He had been whining a lot about the new queening chair. The
one you were so sweet to test for me. He said I was keeping him in
it too much. Now I admit that I was keeping his face smothered in
my ass for several hours each night and sometimes all day on
weekends, but I don’t think that was asking too much for the
privilege of being under an ass like mine. Do you think so, dear?
No, Mrs. Arbogast.
Thank you, Phil. You’re so sweet. But as I said, I’m getting
lonely. I miss having a face to sit on. I’ve got a brand new pair
of leather pants that I’m just aching to squeeze into and plop down
on some deserving face. And I thought of how comfortable your face
was, Phil.
Phil’s dick was almost painfully hard. He could feel a dribble of
pre cum soaking into his pants.
What about it, Phil? Want to come over and keep me company this
evening?
Phil was trying to ignore his cock. He remembered how Mrs. Arbogast
had tricked him the last time. She had said she would only sit on
his face for a little while, then when he was strapped into the
queening chair, unable to move, she had pulled out a book and
settled in for a long queening. He knew he couldn’t trust her.
But oh, the feeling of her firm, fleshy mounds encased in the rich,
shiny leather, pressing against his face. He had loved it, he had
to admit.
Phil heard his own voice say, When would you like me to come
over?
Mrs. Arbogast told him immediately, and gave him directions to her
home. Phil stayed hard during the entire drive over to her
neighborhood. It was very upscale. She was obviously loaded. Her
house was a rambling structure set back from a huge lawn.
Phil parked in the driveway as instructed and went up and rang the
doorbell. After a few moments he heard the unmistakable clicking of
high heels. The door opened and there was Mrs. Arbogast.
She looked like a fetishist’s dream. She stood leaning on the
doorframe, a curvy woman in her early forties. Her wavy blonde hair
fell to her shoulders. Her large breasts were poking against the
front of a silk blouse. Her impressively wide hips were vacuums
packed into a pair of soft, shiny, black leather pants. The pants
were tucked into calve high boots with stiletto heels. She also
wore elbow length leather gloves.
She took a drag on the 50’s film star style cigarette holder
clasped in her right hand and said, Come in dear.
Phil almost stumbled through the door. Mrs. Arbogast smiled. I
take it you like the view.
Oh yes, Mrs. Arbogast. You’re gorgeous.
Thank you, Phil. Do you like the pants?
They’re beautiful.
They are, aren’t they? I wore the gloves for you, dear. You’re a
leather fetishist aren’t you?
Yes.
Why don’t you say, Yes Mrs. Arbogast. I like that better. It’s so
respectful.
Yes Mrs. Arbogast.
Much better. Now, follow me.
She walked away slowly. Phil’s gaze was glued to her shapely, shiny
ass. She knew this and got maximum swing into her hips. Phil would
have followed that ass into hell.
She led him into a large, sumptuous living room. The queening chair
dominated the middle of the room. A big screen television was in
front of the chair. It had a VCR and a DVD player attached to it.
This is where I like to relax. Mrs. Arbogast said. I have all my
favorite movies. She smiled. Not that you’ll be seeing any of
them where you’ll be.
Phil wouldn’t have thought it possible, but his cock got even
harder. There was something about this woman. Under her smooth
voice and elegant manners was something a little bit..cruel?
Get undressed Phil. I like for my seat cushions to be naked.
He loved the way she said seat cushion. Phil scrambled to get his
clothes off.
Mmmm. You have a nice body, dear. I might get around to using
other parts of it if you’re a good boy. Now, assume the position.
Phil lay down on the leather-covered bench that was attached to the
back of the chair. He slid his head into the hole in the back. His
face fit snuggly into the corresponding hole in the chair’s seat.
He felt Mrs. Arbogast,s hands as they buckled the straps that held
him to the bench. He could feel his heartbeat pick up a bit. He had
been here before. But that was at the store where there was at
least Madame Stern to help him. Now he was alone, a virtual
prisoner in this woman’s house. He felt leather covered fingers
close around his cock.
Nice, Mrs. Arbogast said. But first things first.
She came into view and looked down at Phil’s helpless face. She
smiled again and then turned around. The shiny round surface of her
bountiful behind filled Phil’s field of vision. Slowly, tortuously
she eased her ass down onto the upturned face.
A moan of sheer desire escaped Phil’s lips as his face was
enveloped. The chair was designed in such a way that the sitter’s
weight was evenly distributed. Phil could breath if he took it very
slowly, but he was held firmly in place by Mrs. Arbogast’s all
encompassing ass.
Comfy dear? Phil heard Mrs. Arbogast say. Her voice seemed far
away. I hope so, because you’re going to be down there a long
time. I’m watching a double feature.
Phil could hear the whir of a VCR starting up. There was no escape
for him now. Mrs. Arbogast could sit on his face for as long as she
wanted. A couple of times during the first movie she got up for a
snack or to visit the bathroom. While she was gone Phil would take
advantage of the opportunity to breathe more easily for a bit. But
each time she would come back and lower her leather clad fanny back
onto his face.
When the first film ended Mrs. Arbogast got up and looked down at
her human seat cushion. I’ll be back in a few minutes, dear, She
said. I have a surprise for you. Don’t go away. He heard her high
heels click clacking away.
When she returned a few minutes later and leaned her upper torso
back over the chair, Phil was rewarded with a view of her amazing
bustline compressed into and pushed up by a leather corset. She was
naked from the waist down.
I know you love the leather, Phil, but I was getting a little hot
in those pants. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of chances to be
face sat by my leather butt, however right now, I think I want to
watch the second movie bareback.
Mrs. Arbogast turned around once more. Released from the confines
of the leather pants, her ass looked bigger and wider and softer.
Phil felt his cock jerk uncontrollably.
Mrs. Arbogast looked seductively back over her shoulder. Is my ass
beautiful, Phil?
Oh yes, Mrs. Arbogast. It’s lovely.
Do you want me to sit on your face?
Please Mrs. Arbogast.
I’m all sweaty from wearing the leather.
She didn’t have to tell him, The smell of her was driving him wild.
There was nothing he wanted more than to be smothered by her ass.
I don’t care. Please, I want you to sit on my face.
Then ask me.
Please Mrs. Arbogast, will you please sit on my face?
Of course I will, dear.
And she did.
Her End
:bananadan :bananawav