Mistress Takes A Seat

NOTE: 18+/Mature Content- This is entirely a work of fiction and makes no reference to real people. Any similarities are purely coincidental. This story includes rather depraved facesitting and other sexual acts so if that's not your thing, please move on. All characters involved are over the age of 21 and are consenting at all times. Please leave any comments, feedback, or just your thoughts! Follow to stay updated on any new installments in this series: Nila's New Life (or other content :).

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My entire body trembled, dripping with sweat, underneath the substantial weight of my Mistress. Every muscle was pushed to its limit as all of her weight bore down on my head and neck while she sat. After her revelation a few days ago about how I was "getting off easy" as her seat, Mistress had made some drastic changes around the house.

For one, she got rid of all the chairs--except for me, of course. This ensured that my face would need to be buried in her ass whenever she desired a seat, even for the most mundane tasks. Unfortunately for me, this ensured that my body would be subjected to her every whim 24/7 and that I had been further reduced to a piece of furniture.

As per our new morning routine, Mistress fed me my breakfast. I licked and sucked her asshole to slurp up every last drop of my delicious meal because I knew I needed the energy to serve Mistress as she deserves to be.

Today was quite different than most. Typically, she spends the day using my face to worship her ass and pussy with smothering, ass-sniffing, farting, and riding me until orgasm. However, this morning Mistress decided to plan out a relaxing day to reset her life by indulging in some self-care--which brings me to my current situation.

As she did her hair and applied her skincare, Mistress needed to sit at her vanity. Luckily, she had her seat handy and buried between her ass cheeks for such an occasion. I was kneeling beneath her with my arms bent and holding her legs up with both of her feet resting on my thighs. My neck was craned at an awkward angle as

Mistress sat on my face forcing my head backwards to support her. I had forgotten how much bigger Mistress was than me. She towered at least a foot over me when we first met and was roughly 170lbs with a toned but muscular build. I had told Mistress that my lack of athleticism and small frame wouldn't stop me from serving her as the perfect facesitting toy. My regret has only worsened.

It had been around 20 minutes now since she sat down to get ready, and Mistress showed no signs of care for my struggle.

My neck was aching and burning and the pressure from her body weight was sending shooting pain down my spine. To make matters worse, with my face still buried in her ass and held in place by the harness, I could barely breathe.

My arms were holding her legs up as she rested her feet on my lap. It was a particularly hot day, however, Mistress kept the windows closed and did not turn the AC on. Sitting here in this room at her vanity while she brushed her hair and got ready for the day, Mistress was sweating profusely.

It was dripping from her head to toe. My face was drenched and slick with her sweat, my hair felt soaked, and even my hands were wet. The smell was unbearable. She had been extra gassy this morning and the combination of her sweat, ass, and farts was a deadly scent. It had been around 30 minutes now since she sat down on my face. I couldn't take much more.

Then, she began to gyrate her hips and grind her ass down onto my face. I felt my entire body tremble under her immense weight and the force of her movements was too much for me. I began to crumple and shrink beneath her. Even though I was giving out underneath her, Mistress continued to massage her ass into my face with no abandon.

I fell backward, my head hit the carpeted floor with a thud and my face was pushed deeper between her sweaty ass cheeks as she plopped onto my head.

My failure to support her immense weight and force didn't interrupt Mistress from smothering my face and continue to rub my face into her crack. The squelching of my face between her soft, sweat-soaked, and wet ass cheeks was matched by her moaning.

"What a bad seat! It is a privilege to hold your Mistress's weight and as an ungrateful pet you give up. It seems that I have not punished you enough to learn your place beneath me."

Mistress continued to grind herself on my head but even more forcefully than before. My head was pounding and I felt like I was being swallowed into her ass. The squelching sounds of my head between her ass cheeks and her glorious amount of sweat were near deafening. Finally, she stopped grinding and just sat on my face.

"PET! You better not have passed out again. It seems that being my seat is too much for a pathetic pet like yourself. I will have you be my cleaner and if you do a good job, I will let you be my seat again."

My heart felt as though it would jump out of my chest and my lungs were burning. Mistress remained firmly mounted on my face as I felt her sweat and arousal dripping down my cheeks. This was far more taxing that I expected and I was not eager to find out what her "cleaner's" job would be.

"We are going to start with your favourite job, something you performed on your first day. Pet, you are such a good filter for my farts so you can start by keeping my air clean. To save me the annoyance, you will inhale all of my gas and filter it as I generously allow you to breathe!"

With that, Mistress adjusted herself and I felt her cheeks sliding against my drenched face--her seat. She moved until my nostrils were planted directly beneath her asshole and began to push fervently. The pressure in my head was terribly disorienting and still building as she penetrated herself with my nose.

"All of this sweat is really helping to slide your nose in where it belongs. With you connected to my ass, we can began. My bottom-feeding fart slut, get ready to breathe in my glorious air."

My nose was being squished and sucked in as her sphincter flexed while Mistress pushed out the first fart.

I'm sure you can imagine the rest...well you'll have to because I passed out.

For what I assume was the next couple of hours, I drifted in and out of consciousness.

My eyes fluttered as I awoke again for a few moments, my eyelids still heavy.

"You have to see my new pet, I'll even let you try her out as a seat. She can be disobedient but pet knows her place, when she wakes up I will pitch it to her. Pet can't resist a chance to obey her Mistress."

"Oh Helena, I don't know what to say. That sounds amazing...I've always wanted a little facesitting pet to play with. I am staying in town for a few days, call me if your pet is ready to play."

"Of course. In fact, I am so sure she'll eagerly agree that you should stay here while you're visiting."

"You're too kind, I'll grab my bags..."

With that, I heard Mistress and this mystery woman laugh raucously. I noticed that her voice was almost velvety, not as bold as Mistress but she was still domineering in speech. I was almost offended that Mistress practically agreed for me--almost. To my own surprise, I was intrigued.

Honestly, while I am turned on my Mistress's domination of me as her seat, I have grown used to it. I find myself craving more, something different. This could be an exciting experience, Mistress truly knows her pet.

I feel my eyelids growing heavier again, my breathing becoming deeper and more steady. Soon, I drift away again...

A warm and soft sensation stretched over my chest, neck, and cheeks. My hair was gently brushed off of my face and carefully tucked behind my ears.

"My pet, did you enjoy your rest?"

Mistress questioned me in a sweet sing-song tone.

I slowly opened my eyes and almost didn't believe the sight before me. I was back in bed and Mistress was perched on top of me, no harness, no smothering, she was calmly sitting on my chest. Not to mention, I can still breathe and find the warm embrace of her thighs a delicate comfort.

Stroking my cheek, Mistress continued.

"Pet, you have a choice to make, it's entirely up to you. I have a guest staying with us and she is very interested in trying out my seat. Her name is Lisa, and unfortunately, she doesn't have her own pet to face. So I have generously offered my own seat for her to borrow, what do you think?"

"Mistress, thank you so much for your kindness, how could I say no to this opportunity? I would love to help Lisa with her problem..."

"Mistress Lisa."

"Of course, Mistress Lisa.", I corrected myself.

"Perfect, I knew my depraved facesitting slut couldn't resist such an opportunity. You just wait here, I'll get Lisa."

I could practically hear my heartbeat and felt a rush only rivaled by the excitement I had when I first met Mistress Helena.

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As always, thank you for reading! Apologies for the hiatus, I was going through a big move. This story is short but I hope you're ready for Nila's new role serving Mistress Lisa. Please feel free to share any feedback or ideas, comments are appreciated...See you soon ;)

-birdsongstories