Seat Gets Fed

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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I was so hungry I would do anything for a real meal. Mistress did feed me outside of making me drink her piss but since last night I had not eaten anything. My typical meals would be more like snacks: pieces of fruit, cheese, maybe some deli meat. I passed out with my nose in her ass while she was relieving herself straight into my throat. Unfortunately, she still had not taken off the harness, keeping my face buried in her ass and I spent another night with my air being filtered through her sphincter. Though I could not see anything, the sweet sound of birdsong filled the room as it did every morning and I awaited my next orders from Mistress. Luckily, she woke up soon after myself and was in a much better mood.

"PET! Are you awake? You better be because I am not repeating myself. I hope that you learned your lesson last night because if I have to punish you again it will be much worse. If you are listening like a good seat then make a sound."

"MMmmph."

I did my best to moan loud enough for her to hear me but I had very little air left to give.

"Good. Pet, with each day I gain a deeper grasp of how I must dominate you as your Mistress. Yet again I have realized that I am still being to cautious with you and this is preventing you from reaching your true level. You really are nothing more than a seat, a receptacle even, and I should be your only purpose. Today is going to be different than the rest but you need to get accustomed to such treatment as it will be your norm going forward."

Why couldn't Mistress just be straight with me? Would it hurt to just tell me what she plans to do to me today?

Without another word, Mistress sat up, putting additional pressure on my face and neck, then slid herself to the edge of the bed. My entire body was being pulled by my head and by now my neck was craned at an awkward and painful position. She then turned abruptly to sit with her legs hanging off the bed and touching the floor. My heart skipped a beat as I was startled and felt my lower half fly off the bed and fall onto the floor. The harness kept my head snug between her ass cheeks and Mistress lifted her right leg so that I could position my body to be directly under her.

The carpet did not cushion my fall much. However, the feeling of the soft material on my bare bottom was almost a refreshing break from the soft, damp, and smelly bed I usually rested in. My skin felt cool as last night's sweat (both mine and Mistress') evaporated and I shuttered. Mistress generously farted and her air was pushed into my nose, leaving me no choice but to inhale. The pressure of her weight on me momentarily increased but as the bed springs began to creak, I felt my head being pulled upwards. Nearly instantly my head began to pound as the internal pressure was unbearable. I felt like I might pass out again as my blood was rushing. Without a care for me, Mistress started walking and I was being dragged behind her.

I was so exhausted and famished that I couldn't even crawl. The length of my legs burned from the friction but this didn't last long as we reached the stairs and my attention was brought elsewhere. She wasn't slowing down and with a thud, my knees hit the first step and this definitely woke me up. I would be bruised all over if I didn't start crawling and I did my best to keep up. Barely managing, I missed nearly every other step and was drenched in my own sweat. Our arrival at the base of the stairs was commenced by Mistress allowing me another breath of her glorious air. Her stride persisted and she made her way to the kitchen.

Finally! My stomach was gurgling and churning with hunger, especially after my start to this day.

"Its time for breakfast and I have decided to make you something extra special for being my good facesitting girl. I usually feed you fruit but today you need a more filling meal. I'm going to mix some protein powder with vanilla yogurt, and you know what? I'll add some whipped cream on top as a treat. How does that sound, pet?"

"MMnmnnnmphh."

THAT SOUNDED AMAZING. Of course, it was not a 5-star meal but compared to what I've been eating since starting my servitude, it might as well be.

"I take it your eager to eat your breakfast, huh? Instead of sitting at the table, lets dine in the living room so it's more comfortable. I'll even loosen the harness a tiny bit."

Mistress' kindness and generosity always amazed me. After stating that I have been getting off easy as her seat I was especially surprised, but who am I to question my Mistress? Once again, my neck was strained as I was pulled by my head as she meandered to the living room. I had never been in this room, but I was pleased to learn that it was carpeted unlike the rest of the main floor. My knees were thankful for the gentle comfort of the cushy floor. She farted a few times before sitting on a couch. Well, sitting on my head that was now being engulfed by the couch seat. Mistress grabbed my legs and lifted them as she rotated herself 90 degrees and scooted backwards. My face only delved deeper into her ass and I could feel my lips becoming sticky and wet with her dripping arousal. Why was mistress so turned on? She's never this excited for me to eat breakfast.

"Pet, it's time for everything you need in life to come from me. Unfortunately, you cannot survive on gulping down my piss and my cum when I ride your face. And feeding you takes away from your submission and gives you a break from being buried in my ass. So, I am going to do the next best thing to dominate you. You will eat all of your meals from my ass. This allows you to be in a constant state of worshipping my ass and remaining at the level you belong, beneath me. My bottom-feeding seat."

As Mistress explained her depraved plan, I felt a swelling pressure in my throat. As I gulped, the anxiety and fear-filled stone that had formed went down difficulty. My stomach kept gurgling but suddenly, I was no longer hungry. Meal times were now the only time I got to be more than a seat--ever since Mistress began using the harness. Now my entire life is dependent on Mistress, from the air I am allowed to breathe, to the food I consume. I am only here to please her. To be sat on and used. And yet, I could feel my clit throbbing and a growing warmth between my legs. As she mentioned earlier, Mistress began to loosen the straps holding my head in place. She lifted her ass and it took a moment for my face to be released from the grip of her cheeks. My head slid out of her ass and plopped onto the squishy couch cushion. The air felt cool on my face and I deeply inhaled fresh air. It had been so long since I could breathe freely, to take in air that wasn't given to me by my Mistress. I soon learned that she had carried the bowl of yoghurt with her.

I heard soft creamy sounds as she used her hand to scoop up some of my breakfast. I watched helplessly as she reached back with her yoghurt-filled hand and smeared it between her ass cheeks. It sounded so wet and velvety as she moved her hand up and down the length of her crack. She then pulled her hand out of her ass and wiped the remaining yoghurt on my face. My senses were confused as the scent of the sweet vanilla yoghurt mingled with the stink of her ass and sweat. Next, Mistress reached back with both hands and peeled her ass cheeks apart and I was blessed with a truly glorious view. Her smooth ass was covered with the glistening yoghurt and her asshole was poking through slightly. My view became restricted as her ass inched closer and closer. This putrid but sickly sweet smell was all I could register as her puckering asshole met my face. Once again, my world went dark and I was back to being Mistress' seat. Slicker than ever, her ass checks slid against the sides of my face as she began to grind her hips down on me. The sloppy wet sounds of her gyrating were deafening and I could taste the delicious yoghurt as it slipped into my mouth. Mistress continued this for a few moments then gave me my next orders.

"Now, pet, I hope you are enjoying this new way of worshipping your sitter. I want you to now lap up your breakfast from my ass and then you get your whipped cream topping."

With that, she stopped grinding and lifted her ass from my face with just enough space so that I could lick her ass. My mouth was watering and I didn't need to be told twice. The first lick was euphoric as the flavours of vanilla and Mistress' sweaty ass danced across my tastebuds. I began to lick fervently, trying desperately to lap up every last drop of this delicious meal. The sound of my tongue against her skin slurping up the yoghurt was wet and sloppy. I could hear the yoghurt sloshing in my mouth as I savoured the sweet and musky flavour. With every lick, I could also hear Mistress moaning in pleasure. Before I knew it, the vanilla flavour was diminishing and Mistress' entire crevice was coated with my saliva. My chest was pounding and I was still hungry for more. It was demeaning that I had to eat my breakfast from another person's ass while they used my face as their seat. I felt ashamed at how passionately I licked her ass and how desperate I had been for food.

"Oh my. Pet you were very hungry, weren't you?", she laughed.

My ears and face were burning up now and tingling.

"I am going to give you your final treat now. You lapping up your breakfast from my ass has given me some delicious ideas as you've gotten me so aroused. We are going right to dessert once you've gulped down all the whipped cream."

I wasn't paying attention and had assumed the cream was mixed in with the yoghurt. However, it was not and Mistress had brought the entire bottle. Once more, she reached back to spread her now saliva-drenched cheeks and inserted the tip of the whipped cream bottle into her asshole. Then, there was a quiet hiss followed by a creamy squelch. There was lots of splattering as Mistress filled her ass with the cream and it sounded like she nearly emptied the entire canister as she finished with a gentle puff. The cream was dripping out of her sphincter and clearly she was very full of it.

"Open you mouth, pet, you have to swallow every last drop and I'm not getting up until you're done."

Mistress lowered herself so that her asshole was pressed into my open mouth and she reached back to pinch my nose shut. Her tremendous weight held my jaw open. I heard the deliciously creamy squelching sounds as she pushed the cream out of her ass with a fart. My mouth was instantly filled with her fart-flavoured treat and I began swallowing. Smelling her farts were one thing, but swallowing them was an even more disgusting experience. It's as if I could taste the scent, it was putrid like rotten eggs followed by shit. All of this was contrasted by the sweet cream, but even that couldn't distract me from the rancid taste. My lungs were burning now and my eyes watered but I pushed through and kept gulping. Gulp after gulp it seemed like there was no end, but after a few minutes, the last wet fart emptied her bowels of all of the whipped cream. Mistress moaned in delight and I felt slightly nauseous and no longer wanted Mistress to feed me my meals.

"I am going to release you from you harness and you will stay still. This next part relies on you doing what you are meant for, pet. You will lie there and be sat on, have you face smothered and used solely for my pleasure."

I was drained and had no will power to do anything but obey Mistress. She removed the harness and flipped around to face me. Gazing deep into my eyes with a serious expression, Mistress lowered her pussy onto my face. Now, I couldn't breathe again as her pussy covered the lower half of my face with her clit right on my nose. Her ass bore down on my neck and I could feel the pressure and heat building in my head. My own saliva dripped onto my neck and Mistress' arousal was now coating my face. What happened next took me by surprise and I could have never imagined this is what she would do to me when I first signed that contract.

Mistress leaned down to be closer to my face and I was confused as it seemed like she was going to kiss me. Unfortunately, it was was not a kiss. Her pink flushed lips parted and a thick glob of spit slowly stretched as it dripped down towards me. I quickly shut my eyes once I realized what Mistress was doing. The first glob of spit hit my right eye. She then coated my left eye and moved on to my nose. Mistress spent around 5 minutes spitting on my face that was trapped firmly between her thighs. I had been drenched in her sweat, had her farts forced into my nostrils, her unrelenting piss streaming down my throat, and ate from her ass. Now, I can add having my face covered in Mistress' saliva. It was so thick and warm. Mistress' thighs held my head in place so tightly that it began to pool on my face. My head was pounding and I felt like she was going to have me go unconscious once again from depriving me of air.

"Pet, you will now swallow my spit like a good facesitting girl and I will use the remaining saliva as lube while I right your face. Then you're going to lap up all of my cum and clean your Mistress' pussy."

Mistress gently ran her fingers through my hair, petting me, before gripping my head with one hand and pinching my nose closed with the other. She slid herself back so that my mouth was free and I obeyed her, fearful that she would piss down my throat again if I didn't comply. I started swallowing her slimy saliva with all of the energy that I had left. The thick liquid slid down my throat as one mass and caused me to gag and sputter. Mistress's grip didn't lessen and she maintained her gaze. In this moment, I felt like I had truly descended to a level I couldn't return from. I was just a bottom-feeder, not even a person, but a seat. And it felt like I belonged here.

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As always, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this part in Nila's journey. There is more to come as Mistress adds more to Nila's role as her facesitting pet. Please leave your thoughts in the comments, they've been greatly appreciated! Any further ideas are welcome ;)

-birdsongstories