The weight of my Goddess was growing to be too much to bear. As a submissive I'd taken my fair share of facesittings, but three hundred pounds of merciless full-weight sitting was certainly in a different league. What little air I could manage to suck in was tainted by a mix of fresh and stale gas, and my poor jaw felt like it would unhinge at any moment. Inches away, I suspect Slut, one of Goddess' other submissives, wasn't faring much better. While they only had to handle the weight of her stomach, a belly full of asparagus-filled urine probably wasn't exactly sitting well with them. I assumed this wasn't their first time suffering that awful humiliation, but I also doubted that it was something anyone could ever become accustomed to.
I grew dizzy in the foul darkness, each breath I took containing less and less oxygen. Did Goddess' farts serve to actually refresh the air supply, or did they make it worse? I tried my best not to dwell on their potential life-saving properties too much. All that mattered now was trying to stay conscious. My tongue still remained in my Goddess' asshole as well, weakly attempting to keep her happy and from punishing me further.
Each breath grew shallower and seemed to bring me even less air than the one preceding it. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, and found myself wondering what would happen if I straight up fainted beneath this massive woman. Would she even notice? Would she punish me? There was likely no questioning that, she absolutely would. In my delirium, I felt the throes of another climax above me, and a small wave of foul air popped out of her asshole along with it. At this point I couldn't even process the smell, my fading senses were overloaded enough as it was.
As if in answer to my silent monologue, I felt the massive weight above me start to shift. Goddess was a large woman, and getting up from a leaning position on a couch was certainly not easy for her, but the process had certainly begun. Her weight shifted back momentarily, crushing me so thoroughly that breathing was simply no longer possible. She then rocked forward, and her ass finally rose from my face, dripping with my saliva and tears. I lay there, a ruined and broken man, covered in sweat, tears, and ass juices, pathetically struggling to catch my breath and re-orient myself. I must have looked truly pathetic.
Slut collapsed to the floor as Goddess rose, their weak petite femboy frame likely just as overwhelmed as mine. I could hear them gagging and struggling to catch their breath, and I couldn't help but wonder how ridiculous we must have looked to Goddess, now towering over both of her defeated slaves.
"You've both disappointed me this evening," she spoke. "What good are slaves if I have to worry about you nearly passing out after a mere hour or service? I clearly need to train you harder."
I couldn't bring myself to physically react, but tried to utter out a weak 'sorry' between deep desperate breaths. If Goddess heard me, she chose not to react.
As I lay there, my faculties slowly returning, wondering what horrible training awaited me next, I heard a knock at the apartment door. I froze, wondering what would happen if someone saw this ridiculous scene. Would they come to our rescue, or would they just laugh at how pathetic we must have looked? I couldn't summon the energy to get up and look. Goddess let out a frustrated sigh.
"Normally a slave should be answering the door, but clearly even such a simple task is beyond the two of you," she barked. "You'll both pay dearly for this later."
She then stomped off towards the door, leaving the both of us to lie there and try to recover. In the distance, the door swung open, and I could hear two voices utter greetings, along with Goddess doing the same. My heart sank as the owners of both voices were clearly men. I know Goddess had mentioned taking cum from her guests earlier, but part of me had dared to hope that this was just an idle threat. Still, maybe these were just friends coming to visit, and just maybe nothing more would come of it. The pit in my stomach told me I was a fool to even dare to consider that, but hope was about all I had left at this point.
I soon found myself with enough energy to slide off the couch and return to my kneeling position. Goddess Nicole was still in the kitchen conversing with the two unknown men, but I knew she'd be furious with me if I wasn't in the proper slave position when she eventually returned to the living room. Slut clearly had the same idea, and was already subserviently positioned on their knees as well. We both swayed back and forth a bit, clearly they were reeling just as much as I from the events over dinner. The lack of any real food in my belly certainly wasn't helping the recovery either, but the very thought of asking about that filled me with fear and anxiety.
Before long, we were graced by Goddess Nicole's large, beautiful visage again. Her straight hair flowed behind her, and her large stomach and breasts bounced as she made her way back into the living room. I quickly dropped my head, averting my eyes, and Slut did the same. We both knew better than to make eye contact with her at this point. Flanking Goddess on both sides were the two men who entered earlier. While I couldn't get a look at their faces, one was tall, with muscular arms and legs, and had dark brown skin. His casual t-shirt and shorts getup made me suspect this wasn't a formal date or anything of the sort for him. I couldn't see any hair beneath his shoulders, and I didn't dare look up any further. The other man was an almost comical contrast. His button-down shirt and khaki pants did little to hide his dumpy form, his ankles revealing his pale white skin, and his stomach seemed like it would burst out at any moment.
I couldn't imagine that the two men had any real association with each other, but I had seen odder pairings in the past, so I couldn't truly be sure. As if answering my questions, one let out a soft whisper.
"Remember, no names tonight," the taller man spoke. "I'd rather not find out I actually know the new one."
"Yes, yes, you have nothing to worry about, just keep the masquerade mask on and you'll be fine," Goddess replied impatiently. "It's not like these slaves have any contact with the outside world anymore anyways."
Had she found these men on some kind of kinky hookup site? It certainly sounded like she did. I couldn't tell if that was better or worse than them actually being friends or partners of hers, and I honestly didn't have the time or energy to think on it further. The trio was approaching quickly, which meant whatever was expected of me next was about to be revealed.
"These are my two slaves," Goddess Nicole said. "On the left is Slut. That slave has been trained in the ways of subservient femininity despite having a useless cock, which I've locked and melted down the key for years ago."
One of my men grunted in approval. I tried to hide my shock at the fact that Slut's cage was literally permanent, and it had been years. I couldn't imagine accepting a fate like that.
"The slave on the right is my new probationary slave," Goddess continued. "I just acquired it today, under false pretenses of a three-day contract. If the foolish thing had read it more carefully, it likely would have realized that only I had the discretion to end the agreement after three days, which is certainly something I will not do."
I froze. What had she just said? I barely had any time to think about it, as Goddess continued to speak.
"I don't have a name for that slave yet, although for today it's mostly been a toilet and a bidet," she said. "Perhaps Toilet will be a good name for it, but I probably won't decide until the permanent collaring and chastity key melting ceremony on Monday."
