livingfurniture
02-12-2003, 8:37 PM
How long she had been sitting there, I don't realy know. You see, It's hard to keep track of time when your entire world revolves around your next breath. My hands were bound to a chair, and my neck was bent back at a painful angle so that she could sit comfortably on my face, and lean back. The result was very painfull to my neck, and my back was bowed in response. This served to create a sort of footrest for her out of my balls. Amazingly, none of that mattered as she sat with her full weight on my face, not caring at all whether I could breath or not. As it turns out I could get air, thank goodness she was wearing jeans. While painfull, they did provide me with just enough ventalation to stay alive.
She had been sitting there, surfing the net for what felt to me like an eternity, when the doorbell rang. She shouted "comming" and kicked my crotch for at least the thousandth time getting up.
From what I could hear, some of her freinds had arrived, and I breathed a sigh of releif. Although she could be enourmously cruel, she never let anyone but me know this, or so I beleived.
This time was different. She and the three women I barley knew came into the computer room talking about some game they wanted to download, aparently she had been having trouble getting it. To my amazment, one of her freinds, Ammie or April I think, walked right over and sat onto my face, bounced and wiggled a bit to get comfortable, then started working on the computer.
They all acted as if I were just part of the furniture. Once the game was loaded, they began taking turns plopping down onto me and playing. My vision never cleared long enough to see who all was there, and since I barely knew them, I couldn't tell who they were by their voices. I could tell one thing about them, they all felt the same way about me. I was just there for their use.
After an extreamly long time, they tired of the computer game and pulled the chair away from the desk, draging me with it. I started to say something like ow, but my master immediatly put her foot on my mouth and pressed hard. I could taste boath her foot and some blood from my lip as she twisted her foot and softly whisperd shhhhh.
As I struggled to take some of the pressure off my neck by lifting my lower body, someone kicked me hard between the leggs, taking the wind out of me.
"Now this is alot more fun than the computer" While I don't know who said that, I have a good idea that she is the one who began kicking me repeatedly in the balls, while all four women laughed.
I know that they talked about many things as they untied me from the chair, and retied me spread eagle on the floor, But my head was spinning so badly that I had no idea what they were saying. Suddenly there was a pair of tennis shoes on my face, accompanied by the full weight of someone who was bouncing and giggling. Someone else pulled my shorts off, the only clothing I was wearing, and I could feel the others stomping on my crotch. They were all standing on me, and falling off more often than not, then jumping back onto me and stomping again. Everything was a blurr, as they each had numerous turns on my face. Finally, They stopped.
I was unceremoniously untied, and dragged into the living room, where they each jumped from the couch onto my stomach, crotch, chest, and face, sometimes one at a time, sometimes all at once, but always hard.
eventualy of course, they were exhausted, and prommised to stop if I got onto the couch.
With great difficulty, due boath to my ordeal and to the kicks I recieved on the way, I finaly managed to lie face up on the couch. I knew that my mistress preferred me that way. They all plopped down on me, and watched movies, while drinking. The one on my face announced that she had to pee, and you guessed it, dropped her pants and forced my mouth open.
"Don't you dare spill a drop" came my owner's voice. I didn't. They each had several turns before I was allowed to go releive myself, then return to the couch. But eventualy, they all fell asleep. I'm not sure who went out first, but out they all went, and stayed on me, the living couch all night.
And that's how I found out that my wife/owner had indeed told her freinds about my enslavement, and invited them to play any time they felt like it.
Wow that was fun.:p
She had been sitting there, surfing the net for what felt to me like an eternity, when the doorbell rang. She shouted "comming" and kicked my crotch for at least the thousandth time getting up.
From what I could hear, some of her freinds had arrived, and I breathed a sigh of releif. Although she could be enourmously cruel, she never let anyone but me know this, or so I beleived.
This time was different. She and the three women I barley knew came into the computer room talking about some game they wanted to download, aparently she had been having trouble getting it. To my amazment, one of her freinds, Ammie or April I think, walked right over and sat onto my face, bounced and wiggled a bit to get comfortable, then started working on the computer.
They all acted as if I were just part of the furniture. Once the game was loaded, they began taking turns plopping down onto me and playing. My vision never cleared long enough to see who all was there, and since I barely knew them, I couldn't tell who they were by their voices. I could tell one thing about them, they all felt the same way about me. I was just there for their use.
After an extreamly long time, they tired of the computer game and pulled the chair away from the desk, draging me with it. I started to say something like ow, but my master immediatly put her foot on my mouth and pressed hard. I could taste boath her foot and some blood from my lip as she twisted her foot and softly whisperd shhhhh.
As I struggled to take some of the pressure off my neck by lifting my lower body, someone kicked me hard between the leggs, taking the wind out of me.
"Now this is alot more fun than the computer" While I don't know who said that, I have a good idea that she is the one who began kicking me repeatedly in the balls, while all four women laughed.
I know that they talked about many things as they untied me from the chair, and retied me spread eagle on the floor, But my head was spinning so badly that I had no idea what they were saying. Suddenly there was a pair of tennis shoes on my face, accompanied by the full weight of someone who was bouncing and giggling. Someone else pulled my shorts off, the only clothing I was wearing, and I could feel the others stomping on my crotch. They were all standing on me, and falling off more often than not, then jumping back onto me and stomping again. Everything was a blurr, as they each had numerous turns on my face. Finally, They stopped.
I was unceremoniously untied, and dragged into the living room, where they each jumped from the couch onto my stomach, crotch, chest, and face, sometimes one at a time, sometimes all at once, but always hard.
eventualy of course, they were exhausted, and prommised to stop if I got onto the couch.
With great difficulty, due boath to my ordeal and to the kicks I recieved on the way, I finaly managed to lie face up on the couch. I knew that my mistress preferred me that way. They all plopped down on me, and watched movies, while drinking. The one on my face announced that she had to pee, and you guessed it, dropped her pants and forced my mouth open.
"Don't you dare spill a drop" came my owner's voice. I didn't. They each had several turns before I was allowed to go releive myself, then return to the couch. But eventualy, they all fell asleep. I'm not sure who went out first, but out they all went, and stayed on me, the living couch all night.
And that's how I found out that my wife/owner had indeed told her freinds about my enslavement, and invited them to play any time they felt like it.
Wow that was fun.:p