Seat 1

NOTE: 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 so if thats not your thing, please scroll. All characters involved are over the age of 21 and are consenting at all times. Please leave any comments, this is my first story! This story is extremely unrealistic and terrible, i have no idea what possessed me to write this, but I hope you enjoy ;)

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For the entirety of my adult life I have craved excitement. Not just heart-racing adventures or risky experiences like sky diving, but sexual thrill. To my own dismay, I am likely the most boring person I know and haven't experienced such excitement--sexual or otherwise.

...until last month.

It's taken me a month to commit to writing this recount of my experience. Honestly, it's embarrassing, humiliating even, and I am deeply ashamed. However, I do not regret my choices and find myself pleased and fulfilled with the outcome.

I'll cut to the chase: last month, I finally gave in to my deeply secret and long withstanding desire to be dominated, specifically I've fantasized about facesitting. I'm not sure why, but the idea of being under someone, completely vulnerable and at their mercy, and helpless, gets my heart racing. Just writing about this is tantalizing, my mouth waters--everything waters.

I never thought I'd do it, I never thought that I would let myself fall to such a level.

It was a frigid night in for me with the wind hollering outside my cozy apartment. I was curled up in my bed, accompanied by my down duvet, every pillow I own, a steaming cup of tea, my ipad, and most importantly, my vibrator. My room is my haven. It's safe from the outside world and when I'm in this shelter I feel my heart at ease. My walls are painted a blush-pink shade, each of my 4 windows are covered by white lace curtains I sewed myself. On my nightstand lies my radio alarm clock and frog-themed lamp. As I laid in my bed, I looked around my haven and deeply inhaled. Upon exhale, I not only expelled the air from my lungs, but the worry from my mind, the pressure from my shoulders, and the stress from my body.

This night, like many other nights, I turned to my iPad and searched for my favourite erotic stories. After about an hour of surfing, I finally landed on the jackpot. It was a familiar tale about a young woman, I imagine the same age and stature as myself (23 years old, 5'1, slim figure but not particularly athletic with long black hair and deep brown eyes). She was offered an opportunity by a friend to earn some quick cash as an actress in a lesbian pornographic movie. Of course, this woman agreed and follows through only to find herself deeply attracted to her lesbian costar who smothers and facesits her without restrain.

As I read this disgusting--but admittedly arousing--fiction, my hands drifted to my bright pink vibrator and my fingers gently switch it on. I slowly inch it closer to my clit that at this point was drenched and aching. I brought the tip of the vibrator down to ever so slightly graze my clit through my silk panties. During these evenings, I always make sure to wear silk panties because they give the most euphoric orgasms. I've never done this without panties on and as nights before, this one ended with a satisfying orgasm

Even though I finished, was surrounded by a home I made for myself, and a space crafted to fulfil my every desire, I felt empty. It wasn't an all-consuming, sort of "mid-life" crisis empty, but a small hole within me. I craved to experience the type of sexual domination and submission that I read about.

What sets that night apart from others is that I happened to scroll down past the end of the story and perused the comments. This is where my story really begins. I saw that the author had commented a call-out of sorts for a young woman in her mid-to-late 20's to submit to her for 4 weeks as a face sitting play thing. Of course I've seen these types of ads before and paid no attention to them as they scream scam and danger. However, something was different with me and I finally broke. Without missing a beat, I emailed the author about her listing with all of my details (phone number, age, height, etc.) and my overwhelming desire to serve and be facesat by her.

After sending this email I felt accomplished in a way I had never felt before. I hadn't actually accomplished anything tangible or recognizable, but internally, I was proud of myself for taking a risk--albeit depraved--and breaking away from my sheltered life. To my own dismay, i went 2 weeks with no response and accepted defeat. I soon returned to my norm: a life without thrill but structured by monotony and stability.

It was after a long day at work, 2 weeks and 1 day after I sent my response to the facesitting ad, once I reached home when I heard the familiar notification sound of my hotmail. Initially, my heart skipped a beat hoping it was the author, but I quickly checked my expectations and calmed down. You can imagine my shock and exhilaration when I opened the email and it was in fact, a response from the author:

"Good evening Nila,

I was surprised to get an email about my face sitting call-out as I published that story years ago. I also noticed that you are younger than what I outlined by a couple years.

Nonetheless, I am interested in meeting you. If you are committed to completely submitting to my every desire and being my seat for 4 weeks, meet me at the Café Verde on 12th and Jameson Street in Sun City in 2 days at 4pm.

I understand that this is far from the location you responded with. However, if you are truly willing to be my seat, consider this your first act of submission.

All the best,

Helena"

"Far" was an understatement. After googling this cafe, I realized that it was out of state and I had to take a plane to Florida. Finding a reasonably priced flight to Florida during the summer proved to be impossible.

Here I sat at my dining room table staring at my phone. I was at a crossroads; I wanted more than ever to live out my face sitting fantasy and I finally had the chance, but, the cost of a flight and hotel was a month's pay check. I know that this was supposed to be my first act of obedience and submission, but I needed to express my financial concerns.

After responding to Helena with gratitude and my concerns with affording the travel costs, she put my mind at ease. Helena pointed out that as her seat for 4 weeks, my role would be 24/7. I would be able to please her at any time of day and this would be possible because I would be staying with her and she would provide me transportation while I was in town. How generous! My decision was made as I could reasonably afford the air fare.

Frantically, I began packing everything I could possibly need for 4 weeks. I booked my ticket, told my boss I needed 4 weeks off, and got a friend to water my plants while I was away. Everything was perfect! Except my boss who claimed that this was a ridiculous request (it definitely was). With my blood pumping faster than ever and adrenaline rushing through my body, I made a terribly impulsive decision and quit my job. In hindsight, this decision was key in solidifying my ultimate fate with Helena as you'll see later on.

I'll spare you the boring details and we shall fast forward 2 days after I landed in Florida. As I stepped out of the plane with the other passengers, I was hit with a wave of heat that covered my entire being like a weighted blanket. The air was heavy and the sun was glaring down on us all without the restraint of cloud cover. I began to sweat intensely with every inch of my body dripping. My choice of long sleeves and long pants was ill-conceived. Within the hour I collected my luggage and hailed a taxi to Café Verde.

So far, I was right on time. According to google maps and my taxi driver, we would arrive at the cafe in 30 minutes, meaning I would be 10 minutes early. Naturally, I was excited and nervous but it still hadn't set in what I was about to do. This all felt like a fever dream and that at any moment I would wake up. Just as I was beginning to enjoy my ride to the cafe, my driver slammed on the brakes and I jerked forward with my bag that flew off the seat. Two cars ahead of us had crashed into each other and we had narrowly escaped joining them. Unfortunately, it took 20 minutes for us to get around the accident, which was relatively quick, but this meant that I would be late. My stomach dropped and I felt a lump form in my throat. I was terrified that Helena would leave and I travelled all this way for nothing. Emailing her was my first instinct, but I soon realized that I did not have roaming data and there was no internet connection available. All I could do was trust that she would wait for me and that this would work out.

Alas, we finally made it to the cafe, 10 minutes late. I thanked my driver and paid, then gathered my wits and walked into the cafe. It was a beautiful space with large glass windows covering the store front. Inside, there were bold gold-coloured geometric chandeliers, booths and tables made of oak and leather seats, and a large counter to order. I hadn't eaten since before my flight but I wasn't hungry. I frantically scanned the place for Helena.

I didn't actually know what to look for but I trusted that I would know when I spotted her...and I did. After a minute of scanning, I noticed a tall, slightly older woman (I would guess in her mid to late 30's) sitting alone at a booth drinking what I assumed was a cup of coffee and looking through some papers. The sunlight pouring in from the windows caught her auburn hair and made it shine. Her eyes sparkled but she gave a strong and stern impression. I made a bee line to her booth and when I arrived she looked up at me and smiled.

"You must be Nila." she said in a low and smooth tone. I felt like melting. Helena was more stunning than I imagined and made me feel warm and welcome.

I shakily replied "Yes." and took a seat across from her.

Helena looked me up and down and grabbed the pen resting on her chest, hanging from the v-neck tank top she wore. While she was tall, Helena wasn't very skinny. She looked somewhat muscular and had a healthy weight, around 170lbs if I were to guess. Her full breasts peaked through the deep red tank she wore. After clicking it a few times, she brought the pen down to an apparent checklist on one of her many pages and began ticking boxes. After looking over this list once more and back at me, she gave me a warm and knowing smile.

"Nila, you are late. I was considering leaving but something made me stay. You are also slightly younger than what I wanted, as I mentioned in my email. Also, you are clearly a beautiful person, and outwardly look of good health. However, I was hoping for someone with more...athleticism? I am going to be frank, this role will be physically strenuous and taxing on your body. I don't intend to go easy on you because if you choose to go through with this arrangement, you must understand there is no going back."

I stared back at Helena with blank eyes to match my speechlessness. This was a lot to take in and was beginning to feel very real very quickly. She made a good point and I was beginning to feel unsure about if I could handle being her seat. Without waiting too long, I responded to Helena not knowing exactly what I wanted to say. "I recognize that serving you as a seat will be demanding and I am not an active, muscular, or athletic person. But, I don't think a seat needs these qualities. I have the will to submit to you completely, to fulfil your every desire despite myself because I want to be dominated by you. I need this.", I replied.

Helena looked at me with slight surprise but also intrigue. Even I was surprised by my words. I had sealed my fate, if she would have me, and felt no regrets or need to turn back. She looked me up and down once more, tapped her pen on the table twice, then licked her lips before parting them.

"That is the perfect answer. Perhaps, the only acceptable answer as my seat". I thought to myself, had she really said "seat", was this it?

Helena continued, "As my facesitting girl you must relinquish all power and autonomy to me. You will no longer have your own will, as my will will be your purpose, your only reason. Nila, you must follow my every command to please me and escape every moral and personal restriction to meet my needs. Importantly, you must become my seat. You will no longer have the freedom that you do now, and will instead embody the role of a human chair to serve me 24/7. If you truly want to do this, I have prepared a contract to legitimize our arrangement and you must sign it now or pass up this opportunity forever."

Helena then set her pen next to my clasped hands resting on the table. That was a lot, but not enough to deter my desires to be dominated. I confidently picked up the pen, flipped to the last page, and signed the contract. Making direct eye contact with Helena, I placed the pen on the contract and slid it towards her. She grinned, gathered the papers and shoved them into her satchel sitting to the left of her on the inner seat of the booth.

"Now begins your 4 weeks with me as my seat. You will address me as Mistress and follow my every order. To begin, grab your things, we are going to my car to head home". My heart was racing and it felt as if it would beat out of my chest. I felt jittery and had so many butterflies in my stomach I might have thrown up. But, I collected myself and did as Helena told me. I followed her outside to the parking lot. As we walked, I followed in pace with the clicking of her heals on the tiled floor of the cafe and then the pavement. Once we got to her car I went to the front passenger door and waited for Helena-sorry, Mistress, to unlock her car. She glanced over at me sternly and said "Pet, come over here at once".

I felt fearful that I had already messed up without having even arriving at Mistress's house. I quickly scurried over to the driver's side and looked up at her with pleading eyes. I realized that she was over a foot taller than me. As she towered over me I felt myself getting wet. To my confusion, she opened the driver's door and gestured for me to get in. I didn't understand what was going on, but who was I, a seat, to question my Mistress? I tossed my bag onto the passenger seat and sat down.

"Okay pet, this is going to be uncomfortable, but you signed the contract." she said before gripping my shoulders and pushing me down until my head and neck were strained backwards to rest on the seat and body was cramped on the floor under the dash.

NOTE: this is the most unrealistic thing ever but who's looking for realism in erotica?

"Stay." Mistress said before climbing on top of me, tossing her bag onto the passenger seat, and firmly lowering herself onto my head and face. I quickly took a short breath once I realized her plans and began to panic. I had never actually been facesat and didn't realize the sheer pressure I would experience. It felt like a hundred tonnes of weight was being pressed on my head all at once. I began to feel light headed as I ran out of oxygen and squirmed underneath my mistress. I could smell and feel her pungent sweat from the Florida heat through her soft, stretchy pants. Around a minute passed of me struggling as she turned the car on and adjusted the mirrors for her new driving height. I thought I was going to pass out, but right before I lost consciousness, she lifted her ass a few inches from my face. I frantically heaved, trying to replenish my oxygen and my face felt cool as her sweat began to evaporate off of me.

"You need to be still, pet. I am going to begin driving now and you better not cause us an accident. The drive is only 10 minutes so I expect you to be an extra good seat for me."

My panic began to set in again as Mistress began to slowly lower her pungent, sweaty ass onto me. I did my best to inhale a deep breath before being encased by a warm and overwhelming darkness. As she pulled out of the parking spot and began driving, we hit bumps in the road and had sharp turns. Every movement sent my face deeper into her ass until I could feel my nose pressing up against her asshole. My stomach started to churn as the thought of someone's asshole being on my nose was revolting. It smelled putrid and combined with the stench of her sweat, I nearly threw up. Yet, I only felt myself getting wetter and wetter as the ride went on. Every 2 minutes or so, Mistress would briefly lift herself so that I could steal a short breath. Toward the end of our ride, she started to bounce on my head, smashing my nose up against her ass hole and smacking my face with her ass.

After several minutes of this brutal treatment, the car hit a bump slamming my face even further into her and she sat down abruptly. The car stopped and I could hear the engine switch off. We had arrived. I could hear her gathering her things and taking the keys out of the ignition. Mistress unlocked her door and finally got off of me. Once again, I heaved, trying to desperately get the oxygen I was being deprived of. She did nothing but look down at me and laugh, a deep, guttural laugh.

"My pet, you are doing better than I expected. I can't imagine how rancid that must have smelled, but I shouldn't feel bad as this is your job as my seat. Hurry now, get out of the car and follow me inside. Leave your things in the car."

Once I caught my breath, I painfully unscrunched myself from my cramped position and climbed out of the car. My everything ached. I felt light headed and nauseous, my neck and back were throbbing, and my legs felt like jelly. I did my best to quickly hurry after my Mistress, questioning what I had gotten myself into. Once I stepped inside, I was in awe. Her house was massive; there was a grand winding staircase with dark wooden hand rails and matching treads. There was a sparkling crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the foyer and the floors were a light hardwood. To my right was an open door leading to a hallway, and to my left were two glass French doors leading to a lavish front room.

In front of my stood my Mistress. She looked down at me and instructed me to take my shoes off and get on my knees. I promptly did as she asked. My legs were in horrible shape after that car ride and I practically fell to my knees with a hard thud onto the hardwood. I winced in pain and tried my best not to cry out.

"Look up at me pet! It is only going to get harder from here. As my seat you will not walk on two feet unless I instruct you to. My pet will crawl behind me whenever I move." she told me firmly.

With that, she began to walk away and up the stairs and I followed. My hands and knees were becoming increasingly sore and my knees were turning red. I did my best to keep up but Mistress was not slowing down. Luckily, upstairs was carpeted and I followed her into the second room on the left.

There was one window with dark blue curtains, the walls were a light and neutral gray. There was a single chest at the foot of the bed and no other furniture in the room. I stopped crawling and once again looked up at my mistress with teary, pleading eyes as she turned around. Without another word she continued to give me my orders.

"This is the room you will sleep in with me. You will spend most of your time here serving me and we will begin at once. Stand up and get onto the bed, lay on your back."

I did exactly as she said, relieved to no longer be on the floor. Once I laid down, she moved quickly to grab 4 straps out of the chest and began to tie my limbs to the bed posts. I would have been nervous, excited even, but I was too exhausted to think or even feel emotion. Once I was tied down, mistress began to strip and hopped onto the bed right beside me. Her body was toned, muscular, and strong. She crawled to me and sat on my chest with great force with her back towards me. I was not pleased to be face to face with her sweat-covered, putrid ass again, but as her seat I had no choice but to comply. Slowly, Mistress inched herself backwards, the distance between her ass and my face began to close.