LondonBob
03-26-2003, 1:51 AM
Here's another one I wrote a while back. I realise that this stuff isn't to everyone's taste but for those that like their facesitting cruel and nasty, this is for you.
I had been in love with her. That was what made it all the more cruel. She found it funny that I could ever believe a girl like her could even be attracted to a loser like me, let alone be in love. Now I was her seat slave. She found it amusing calling me that. I must have been trapped in that box now for at least a month and she was coining it. I was in a small apartment on a large urban housing estate in the North of England. The women who paid to use me were by no means rich and beautiful. Far from it. They were trash. They’d arrive, pay their fee to the maid and then use my upturned and immobilised face for their own selfish pleasure. Mostly they’d be alone but sometimes two or three would come and have a little party, each taking turns to sit on my helpless face, trying to outdo each other in how cruel and nasty they could be to me. I was an unwilling whore but the women who used me didn’t care about my circumstance. They just came for a good time. She told me that the clients who visited me were keeping me alive. As soon as they stopped paying to use me I was going to be killed. I had no choice but to make sure each woman who used me left satisfied. No matter how nasty she was to me, no matter how filthy she was I had to lick and suck as hard as I could to make sure she left a satisfied customer. If they left satisfied perhaps they would recommended me to their friends and so keep the money rolling in for my evil owner.
She had told me that if I really loved her I would get into this infernal contraption just to see how it worked. She told me that we could never be married unless I proved that I trusted her. Like an idiot I laid down in the man shaped box and let her close the lid. My head was forced back onto a padded seat at the top and I was completely trapped. I’ve been here ever since. She was laughing for hours. She invited some of her friends around for a party. I could never have believed people could be so evil. That first night trapped in that box was the worst in my life. I could hear them all in the other room drinking and laughing as she told them how easy it was to trap me and then the door opened and she led her drunken friends to have a look at me. There must have been six or seven of them. As each of them came to look into my frightened face I recognised some of them. There was Tara, a twenty six year old blonde girl and Beth. I’d never liked Beth, and Charmaine, a plump black girl of twenty four with buck teeth. There were also faces that I didn’t recognise. A couple of the women were in their late forties, maybe even early fifties.
They were delighted at my helpless predicament. Tara immediately straddled my face and sat really heavily. She started to bounce up and down giggling and telling me what a stupid idiot I was. It was so humiliating not to mention quite painful. She got off my face momentarily and told me to kiss her bum and thank her for sitting on my face. The other girls in the room found this very funny and decided that I should beg to kiss all their arses. I told them to fuck off and let me go but this only made them laugh more. I saw the face of the woman I had loved loom over me and with a smile she pushed a button on the side of the box. I’d never felt pain like it. I screamed in agony. She put tape over my mouth and carried on with the entertainment. The box must have been electrically wired and for ten minutes I endured the most excruciating torture before passing out. I was slapped back into consciousness and told that when the tape was removed from my mouth I had to beg each girl in turn to sit on my face and allow me the honour of kissing her behind, and then thank them for the privilege. If I didn’t make it convincing I’d be tortured worse than before. I was prepared to do anything not to have that pain again and so I did as I was told.
Tara went first. She stood over my face and looked down expectantly with a nasty smirk. I begged her to let me kiss her bum and laughing she sat down. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and I kissed the denim stretched over my face. When she got up I thanked her and the next one took her turn. It was one of the older women. She was wearing a long dress and hitched it up as she crouched over me. I started to beg for the privilege of kissing her backside but before I could finish she had already sat down. Her black cotton knickers pressed onto my face and I tried to kiss her but she was more intent on rubbing herself furiously over my features. I could hear her telling everyone how good it felt and I could feel her panties becoming quite damp. Then she got up and it was Beth’s turn. I thanked the previous sitter and then found myself staring up under Beth’s short skirt, her navy blue nylon knickers only inches from my face. I asked her to allow me the privilege of kissing her but she decided, much to the merriment of the others, that I hadn’t been convincing. Her hand reached down to the button and the pain coursed through my body. To stop me screaming Beth sat down over my mouth and my cries were muffled by her crotch. The pain stopped as suddenly as it had started and she told me to make it convincing. With tears streaming from my eyes I pleaded with her to allow me the honour of kissing her bum. She looked thoughtful for a moment and then decided to allow me the honour, but she wanted a deep loving French kiss. She tugged her knickers down slightly to reveal her naked bum, then she pulled her buttocks apart and pushed her sweaty anus onto my mouth.
As I pushed my tongue out I heard her tell the others in the room that I was actually licking her arsehole and I felt her push down harder. The taste was strange, almost metallic. I kept pushing my tongue in further and when she was satisfied she stood up to allow the next person to take her turn. I thanked her and then Charmaine appeared above me. Again I begged for the honour of kissing her backside and with a nervous giggle Charmaine sat down exclaiming to the other girls what a sad pathetic wanker I was. I did my best to kiss the seat of her white knickers as they pressed down on my mouth but I could tell Charmaine was a little reticent. She was obviously going through the motions just to please her friends. I thanked her as she dismounted and a new face stared down at me. She was very pretty and I could tell by the look she gave me that she was going to enjoy herself far more than Charmaine. It was explained to me that she was from Poland and I was told to beg in Polish. Of course I couldn’t speak the language and it caused great merriment when I was electrically punished for failing in my task. After a great deal of pain a giggling Polish girl who couldn’t have been much older than twenty years old sat down on my by now bruised face. She wore a pair of baggy trousers which were quite grubby and as her bum came down I could smell her filth. She was obviously not too bothered about cleanliness and infact I was quite surprised that such a pretty girl could be so careless about her hygiene. I was to later learn the she was to be the maid who took the clients money and made sure I was fed and washed. It was ironic that she kept me clean yet was so dirty herself. I very quickly learned to hate this girl. Unlike my ex-girlfriend, she lived in the apartment with me and often invited her Eastern European friends over to have some fun with me. Her favourite trick is to force me into cleaning her soiled underwear in my mouth and her friends love this game too. They’ll wear the same pair of panties for days just to laugh at me as I try to clean the stains. If I fail in my task I am mercilessly tortured. These girls are disgusting and their humour seems to involve thinking up new revolting ways to debase me. They will go to the toilet and then, without wiping themselves sit naked on my face and force me to act as their toilet paper. Tampons and used tissues are forced into my mouth, my face is spat on and farted on, and one particular evening they all got very drunk and took turns pissing on my face and into my mouth.
So this is my life. Every now and again my ex-lover visits me and I am forced to beg her to let me give her oral sex and to kiss her bum and to thank her for giving me a new productive life. Her friends get to have a go on me for free and the Eastern European girls who are friends with the maid never pay for their wicked fun, but most of the women who use me have to stump up the money. Young ones, old ones, ugly, pretty, fat thin, it doesn’t matter so long as they pay their money they can use me for whatever they can get from my upturned face. It’s usually oral sex, sometimes analingus and quite often, especially when there’s more than one, I am humiliated in some nasty and disgusting way. I can’t escape. I know that some day soon one of the clients will get too excited and I’ll die suffocating beneath her. Perhaps that would be the best thing that could happen to me.
I had been in love with her. That was what made it all the more cruel. She found it funny that I could ever believe a girl like her could even be attracted to a loser like me, let alone be in love. Now I was her seat slave. She found it amusing calling me that. I must have been trapped in that box now for at least a month and she was coining it. I was in a small apartment on a large urban housing estate in the North of England. The women who paid to use me were by no means rich and beautiful. Far from it. They were trash. They’d arrive, pay their fee to the maid and then use my upturned and immobilised face for their own selfish pleasure. Mostly they’d be alone but sometimes two or three would come and have a little party, each taking turns to sit on my helpless face, trying to outdo each other in how cruel and nasty they could be to me. I was an unwilling whore but the women who used me didn’t care about my circumstance. They just came for a good time. She told me that the clients who visited me were keeping me alive. As soon as they stopped paying to use me I was going to be killed. I had no choice but to make sure each woman who used me left satisfied. No matter how nasty she was to me, no matter how filthy she was I had to lick and suck as hard as I could to make sure she left a satisfied customer. If they left satisfied perhaps they would recommended me to their friends and so keep the money rolling in for my evil owner.
She had told me that if I really loved her I would get into this infernal contraption just to see how it worked. She told me that we could never be married unless I proved that I trusted her. Like an idiot I laid down in the man shaped box and let her close the lid. My head was forced back onto a padded seat at the top and I was completely trapped. I’ve been here ever since. She was laughing for hours. She invited some of her friends around for a party. I could never have believed people could be so evil. That first night trapped in that box was the worst in my life. I could hear them all in the other room drinking and laughing as she told them how easy it was to trap me and then the door opened and she led her drunken friends to have a look at me. There must have been six or seven of them. As each of them came to look into my frightened face I recognised some of them. There was Tara, a twenty six year old blonde girl and Beth. I’d never liked Beth, and Charmaine, a plump black girl of twenty four with buck teeth. There were also faces that I didn’t recognise. A couple of the women were in their late forties, maybe even early fifties.
They were delighted at my helpless predicament. Tara immediately straddled my face and sat really heavily. She started to bounce up and down giggling and telling me what a stupid idiot I was. It was so humiliating not to mention quite painful. She got off my face momentarily and told me to kiss her bum and thank her for sitting on my face. The other girls in the room found this very funny and decided that I should beg to kiss all their arses. I told them to fuck off and let me go but this only made them laugh more. I saw the face of the woman I had loved loom over me and with a smile she pushed a button on the side of the box. I’d never felt pain like it. I screamed in agony. She put tape over my mouth and carried on with the entertainment. The box must have been electrically wired and for ten minutes I endured the most excruciating torture before passing out. I was slapped back into consciousness and told that when the tape was removed from my mouth I had to beg each girl in turn to sit on my face and allow me the honour of kissing her behind, and then thank them for the privilege. If I didn’t make it convincing I’d be tortured worse than before. I was prepared to do anything not to have that pain again and so I did as I was told.
Tara went first. She stood over my face and looked down expectantly with a nasty smirk. I begged her to let me kiss her bum and laughing she sat down. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and I kissed the denim stretched over my face. When she got up I thanked her and the next one took her turn. It was one of the older women. She was wearing a long dress and hitched it up as she crouched over me. I started to beg for the privilege of kissing her backside but before I could finish she had already sat down. Her black cotton knickers pressed onto my face and I tried to kiss her but she was more intent on rubbing herself furiously over my features. I could hear her telling everyone how good it felt and I could feel her panties becoming quite damp. Then she got up and it was Beth’s turn. I thanked the previous sitter and then found myself staring up under Beth’s short skirt, her navy blue nylon knickers only inches from my face. I asked her to allow me the privilege of kissing her but she decided, much to the merriment of the others, that I hadn’t been convincing. Her hand reached down to the button and the pain coursed through my body. To stop me screaming Beth sat down over my mouth and my cries were muffled by her crotch. The pain stopped as suddenly as it had started and she told me to make it convincing. With tears streaming from my eyes I pleaded with her to allow me the honour of kissing her bum. She looked thoughtful for a moment and then decided to allow me the honour, but she wanted a deep loving French kiss. She tugged her knickers down slightly to reveal her naked bum, then she pulled her buttocks apart and pushed her sweaty anus onto my mouth.
As I pushed my tongue out I heard her tell the others in the room that I was actually licking her arsehole and I felt her push down harder. The taste was strange, almost metallic. I kept pushing my tongue in further and when she was satisfied she stood up to allow the next person to take her turn. I thanked her and then Charmaine appeared above me. Again I begged for the honour of kissing her backside and with a nervous giggle Charmaine sat down exclaiming to the other girls what a sad pathetic wanker I was. I did my best to kiss the seat of her white knickers as they pressed down on my mouth but I could tell Charmaine was a little reticent. She was obviously going through the motions just to please her friends. I thanked her as she dismounted and a new face stared down at me. She was very pretty and I could tell by the look she gave me that she was going to enjoy herself far more than Charmaine. It was explained to me that she was from Poland and I was told to beg in Polish. Of course I couldn’t speak the language and it caused great merriment when I was electrically punished for failing in my task. After a great deal of pain a giggling Polish girl who couldn’t have been much older than twenty years old sat down on my by now bruised face. She wore a pair of baggy trousers which were quite grubby and as her bum came down I could smell her filth. She was obviously not too bothered about cleanliness and infact I was quite surprised that such a pretty girl could be so careless about her hygiene. I was to later learn the she was to be the maid who took the clients money and made sure I was fed and washed. It was ironic that she kept me clean yet was so dirty herself. I very quickly learned to hate this girl. Unlike my ex-girlfriend, she lived in the apartment with me and often invited her Eastern European friends over to have some fun with me. Her favourite trick is to force me into cleaning her soiled underwear in my mouth and her friends love this game too. They’ll wear the same pair of panties for days just to laugh at me as I try to clean the stains. If I fail in my task I am mercilessly tortured. These girls are disgusting and their humour seems to involve thinking up new revolting ways to debase me. They will go to the toilet and then, without wiping themselves sit naked on my face and force me to act as their toilet paper. Tampons and used tissues are forced into my mouth, my face is spat on and farted on, and one particular evening they all got very drunk and took turns pissing on my face and into my mouth.
So this is my life. Every now and again my ex-lover visits me and I am forced to beg her to let me give her oral sex and to kiss her bum and to thank her for giving me a new productive life. Her friends get to have a go on me for free and the Eastern European girls who are friends with the maid never pay for their wicked fun, but most of the women who use me have to stump up the money. Young ones, old ones, ugly, pretty, fat thin, it doesn’t matter so long as they pay their money they can use me for whatever they can get from my upturned face. It’s usually oral sex, sometimes analingus and quite often, especially when there’s more than one, I am humiliated in some nasty and disgusting way. I can’t escape. I know that some day soon one of the clients will get too excited and I’ll die suffocating beneath her. Perhaps that would be the best thing that could happen to me.