Ms Li led Christopher upstairs, to her personal quarters – a place where he had never before ventured. The stairs creaked loudly, a familiar sound that Christopher heard very often as his landlady used them. He remembered he had never heard more than one set of footsteps going up of down, which struck him as peculiar. Given her great beauty, he’d imagined that Ms Li was married.
“Come in Christopher”, Ms Li encouraged him as they reached her door and she unlocked it. Once in, she turned to face him, her hands on her wide hips.
“Now Christopher,” she said, “I want you to go through there, BUT NOT, and I repeat NOT, to say anything or to do anything. This is very important. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ms Li. I suppose so…”
“Good! Get in there.”
Ms Li pointed to a side room off the main entrance hall to her rather grand apartment. The sheer beauty of the décor and ornamentation astonished Christopher, and in this particular room the sight that met him took his breath away. The room, painted in deep crimson, was adorned by numerous framed drawings of rather small Asian ladies sitting on the faces of male slaves who were without exception much larger in stature. In the centre of the room was a leather-topped, narrow table, about three feet high, and upon this table was a heavily restrained man.
“Meet my last tenant, Christopher,” said Ms Li, as though making polite introductions at a society tea party. “I sit on his face quite a lot, so I prefer to keep him in this position most of the time.”
Christopher was stunned. What could he say?
“The thing is, Christopher,” Ms Li continued, “I fear that I am wearing him out. Just look at his face – all red and blistered. I only sit on him for 14 hours a day and as you can see he blisters up and goes all red. That’s a great pity, don’t you think?”
“I… I… don’t really know Ms Li. I…” Christopher’s brain could not absorb the reality of the dream that now faced him. The other tenant’s groaning and the pleading look in the eyes shook Christopher out of his illusions.
Just he thought he had worked out what he wanted to say, there was a loud SLAP. Ms Li’s well aimed backhand struck accurately and very severely across her bound tenant’s face.
“He needs another sitting!” she declared.
With that, Ms Li hiked up her skirt and stepped into the stirrups hanging down either side of the “seatmount”, as she liked the framework to be called. With remarkable agility, she swung her right leg over the prone face of her tenant quickly plonked her magnificent derriere right onto his face, her anus pressed brutally against his upturned but very bruised nose. Her moistening jewel engulfed his lower face with only her moist, black pantyhose separating her from him.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Ms Li sighed loudly. “This is what I crave, Christopher, and that is why I have my tenant restrained here on this table. I sit on his face regularly, every day. His nose must be against my anus for at least ten hours. I demand that he spend four hours as a minimum with his tongue up my backside, but that’s where he fails. Of course I whip him hard. Of course I beat his testicles… but still he is not good enough.”
“And, of course,” she continued, “I piss all over his face and down his throat, but still he fails to insert his tongue properly into my magnificent arse! It is easy to facesit him and to force him to smell me. It is no problem to control his breathing, to smother him whenever I wish, but to make his tongue do as I wish it to do is quite an impossible task. He will never do it properly, despite the pain, and that’s why I keep him tied up like this – the bastard WILL do it properly. Eventually.”
With that, Ms Li started to gyrate rhythmically backwards and forwards upon her tenant’s compressed and smothered face, making guttural sounds as she moved. Somehow, the noises she made seemed to Christopher to match her actions perfectly, as her tenant suffered and his bruising was undoubtedly increasing with every move she made.
Christopher felt light headed. Ms Li, even through her orgasmic motions, realised the effect she was having on him. She slowed to a gentle rocking, taking the opportunity to reflect on the possibilities. She opened her eyes wide, and gazed at her now-shaking tenant.
“So, Christopher? What do you think?”
“I… I… I don’t know wha…”
“Perhaps you wish you were my faceseat?”
Her question was direct. It was deliberate. It had not taken Ms Li long to work out the potential she had with such a man living downstairs. She already knew that Christopher was a regular masturbator. Although he had no idea she had seen him, much less that she watched him regularly, the truth was that she could see in through his windows from hers on the higher floor, and she had made the most of opportunity to watch. She had taken note of everything she saw.
A sudden gasp from beneath her made Ms Li extremely angry. She raised her body, and then dropped her heavy buttocks down onto the face of her tenant.
“YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THAT YOU DO NOT MAKE A NOISE WHEN I AM SEATED – ESPECIALLY WHEN WE HAVE A GUEST!”
Her tenant groaned. His mistress’s full weight was never easy to take, and those magnificent buttocks came close to crushing his skull when she pounded down onto him. Her aroma intoxicated him, blurring his senses. Her bottom had filled his vision and had pressed down onto his face for many thousands of hours in total since she had first introduced him to her preferred form of subjugation.
“Mmmmmphhhhhhh!” was the only sound the tenant could make.
“Of course… there is always an alternative!”
Ms Li eyed Christopher questioningly as he still stood transfixed at what he was seeing, swaying to and fro slightly.
“Ms Li…?” Christopher asked stupidly.
“Me, Ms Li?”
“Yes, you Christopher. I am sure YOU will agree to become my seat, AND I have no doubt that you will obediently use your tongue where and when I demand it. Would you do that? Would you put your tongue right up my backside as and when I demand it? I think so. And then, you see, I might possibly go a little more gently on my poor squashed tenant. I think that would be a very good thing. Don’t you agree it would be a very good thing?”
Ms Li paused, waiting for a reply from Christopher. None came, so she continued:
“So, are you game? Or not? Of course, you know that if you don’t agree then I would have no hesitation in making sure everyone knows all about your little fetish. Do you think that might be difficult for you? Just remember it when you make your decision, won’t you?”
Christopher’s gaze was drawn to the reddened forehead of the tenant, just visible from beneath his mistress’s spreading buttocks. The forehead showed just how completely crushed under her he really was. It was turning a deep purple. Ms Li sat, picking at her nails, seemingly oblivious to the suffering underneath her. Her eyes flitted from her beautiful hands, to Christopher and then back again. Her smile was bewitching, but for her tenant there was no relief from the crushing weight on top of him. It was as if her bottom was becoming part of the face beneath her; that was her way, and that was how she wanted it to be.
“Gravity is a wonderful thing, Christopher. Don’t you agree?”
“You’ll kill him, Ms Li!”
The tenant’s shuddering form was evidence of his desperate need for air.
“Oh, I don’t think so. I never let it get to that stage. Look, he still has a bit more submission in him right now.” And with that, Ms Li pressed down even more heavily on the face of her poor enslaved seat-tenant, squeezing her buttocks onto him so powerfully that it made the leather table creak under the strain.
The tenant was on the edge; on the edge of consciousness. Whilst he knew that his mistress’s sitting desire was extreme, he also knew from experience that she may let him pass out. For a seat to pass out was, from Ms Li’s point of view, amusing. A good queening or smothering Mistress didn’t have to keep the slave conscious at all times. After all, if he was unconscious, he was still in service. The only drawback with passing out was that there was absolutely no chance of her seat providing proper worship with his tongue if he were unconscious, and at present that was most definitely what she still sought.
Her buttocks lifted suddenly, and The tenant gasped and coughed heavily, much in the way a half-drowned man might gasp and cough as he was revived by a lifeguard..
“You see Christopher,” Ms Li explained, once again as calm as if explaining to the vicar how to make a perfect cup of tea, “I know what I’m doing when it comes to facesitting. Does it surprise you to hear me use that word? Does it stir anything in you? I KNOW it does!”
All Christopher could do was to stare at the spluttering tenant. The man was beaten, straining at his bonds weakly, fingers stretching out to some nonexistent saviour. He began to cry loudly and to plead, “No more. Please… No more… M…Mistress. Goddess… My Sitting Goddess… N…No more, I beg you…”
His words faded away. He had been taught to refer to his mistress at all times as his “Sitting Goddess” and he kept to that as much as he could, even when his senses were confused and fading.
Christopher looked at Ms Li. She smiled sweetly, and dismounted from her prone tenant. She walked slowly towards Christopher.
“I will offer you one concession, Christopher. If you agree to become my permanent seat in place of my tenant, I will not charge you any more rent at all. But be warned: once I strap you down, I will keep you there. You will be allowed three toilet breaks per day and two food breaks. I will check on you and enforce the conditions rigorously. You will be punished underneath me (and, believe me, I can administer a punishment far worse than anything you have seen or anything you could possibly imagine) if you incur my displeasure. You see, Christopher, I want to spend my time sitting on a man. I want him to do as I desire, and my desires are quite intense. I have no other demands on my time. I earn enough income from the other apartments in this building so that I do not have to work elsewhere. That is my advantage. I am self-contained. I need nothing, except a worthwhile seat.”
Her pleasant smile never faltered as she spoke, but Christopher did not underestimate the seriousness of what she was proposing.
“Well? What is it to be?”
Christopher looked down into the eyes of the prone tenant, whose pleading look said it all. Then he thought of the images he had seen so briefly on his PC. Any of those male (or, indeed, female) slaves he had seen with bottoms on their faces would no doubt jump at the chance of such an offer as Ms Li had just made him. It was the ultimate fantasy: to be under such a superior and beautifully majestic being as she.
“OK,” Christopher agreed, his voice no more than a whisper.
“Excellent!” Ms Li growled, placing her right hand under Christopher’s chin and lifting his head to the ceiling. “Yes, I can use a face like yours. Now, put out your tongue. Quickly!”
Christopher did as she demanded, and received a nod of approval from his soon-to-be sitter. Again she said, “Excellent!” and told him to unstrap the tenant from his restrained position. She pushed Christopher’s face away from her as she issued the command, leaving him in no doubt that her orders were to be followed now, as in the future, without delay. Christopher quickly did as he was told, noticing at the same time how tight the tenant’s bonds were and how marked his skin was where the tight straps had restrained his prone and weakened body. He also noticed the tenant’s once proud and prominent nose, and realised how flattened it now appeared. No doubt it had been reduced to a fraction of its former splendour, if ‘splendour’ was the right word for an oversized nose, by the regular grinding from the bottom of his tigress-like mistress. “Thank you. Oh, thank you so much. I’m so…”
“Quiet, seat!” Ms Li cut short the stream of gratitude from her tenant. “And you, Christopher, get down to your apartment. You have five minutes to collect your wash things. That is all you will need. You can bin the rest, except for your stereo and the new PC. Bring those up here too. Now, HURRY!” She pushed Christopher through the doorway with her booted heel, and continued to push him to the stairs. He lost his footing as she prodded him down towards his apartment, and fell most of the way. “Ha!!” Ms Li called after him. “You will not be doing that again soon. All you’re going to be seeing for a very long time is my smooth flesh, not wooden steps. At least you won’t fall off that!”
Christopher’s mind was a blur, as was his vision. He clambered to his feet unsteadily and entered his apartment. So great was his confusion that for some time he could not remember where to find his PC, and he wandered about aimlessly in a daze. It was only when the screensaver cut in that he saw it and remembered where it was. He went to it immediately and moved the mouse to clear the screen, and a picture flashed on the monitor. He stared at it. An enslaved male was having his face heavily sat on by an Amazonian Mistress who crushed his features beneath her. It seemed to be asking him: “Do you really want this?”
“You are taking far too long” Ms Li’s voice travelled easily down the stairs and through his apartment. “My bottom is waiting. It is NOT a good idea to let that happen, seat. Get up here RIGHT NOW!!” Christopher found it impossible to carry everything at once as she had told him to do. Resigned to suffering some form of punishment for his disobedience, he slowly ascended the stairs to Ms Li’s lair. His future was decided for him and he had to follow his destiny, although whether it was really Fate that had taken a hand or whether this was all his own free choice was far from clear in his mind. “Where is the rest?” Ms Li enquired, her face intense to a degree he had never encountered before now. “I couldn’t carry it,” Christopher replied simply.
“Kahan! Kahan!” she shouted. “Go and get the rest of this seat’s stuff NOW!!” Her tenant rushed down the flight of stairs, his years of immobility, as Ms Li had told Christopher, hardly slowing him down at all now that he had been released. It was obvious that the fear of whatever she might do to him if he did not carry out her orders promptly and efficiently spurred him on with a sharpness that could not be blunted by mere discomfort or lack of muscle power. Ms Li turned her attention to Christopher. “Right, and as for you, get undressed, NOW!” Christopher obeyed, his mind still racing. Should he leave? Should he go now while he still had the chance? But, if he went, where would he go? It was impossible. Having gone this far, he had little choice but to continue, but even so there was something in the back of his minds urging him to get as far away from Ms Li as his legs would carry him. As if reading his mind, his Mistress spoke again: “And, if you think you can run, you can just forget it! I would have hold of you in a moment and, believe me, your suffering would be a thousand times worse than anything you’ll experience if you behave yourself. Get on my seatmount, and don’t even think of disobeying me!” Christopher struggled with the last of his clothing until finally one sock and then the other dropped to the floor.
“Hmmm! That’s a pretty pathetic cock you have there, seat! You seriously call yourself a male? Ha! You’re nothing but a wanking addict, I’d say. Excited by those pictures you were looking at, were you? It’s not important anyway. You can forget all of that now. All I have to do is to decide how I’m going to begin.” Christopher stood motionless, his head bowed. As she uttered the last few words, Ms Li stroked her buttocks with both hands and then slowly and deliberately she peeled down her black pantyhose. “Get behind me!” she ordered. Christopher sped behind her. Her voice was so commanding that his movement was more a reflex than a conscious effort to obey. Ms Li saw it, and smiled to herself. “A good sign,” she thought, as she parted her voluminous buttocks. “On your knees, and push your tongue in. Get on with it, quickly now!”
Christopher’s eyes were fixed on Ms Li’s stretched buttocks, the dark crevice between, and the moist pink vagina that winked at and beckoned at him. Nothing else seemed to exist. He had seen such pictures in magazines and fleetingly on the Internet. “POV” or “Pussy On View”, they were called. So this was as he had imagined it, to be under and behind a female in this situation; but to be behind such a dominant and gorgeous creature as Ms Li with her so magnificent and pouting derriere, was beyond Christopher’s wildest imaginings. His nostrils were soon full of the womanly scent of the vision before him. Ms Li released her buttocks, and they bounced a little against his face as she pushed backwards, inviting Christopher’s further into her behind. “How is my aroma?” asked Ms Li. “You can smell me?”
Christopher’s reply was slightly muffled, but audible. “Yes, Ms Li.” “And? What do you think?” “It is wonderful, Ms Li.” Christopher made the mistake of withdrawing his face from the buttocks to speak more clearly and to get a little air. “THAT’S YOUR FIRST TEST FAILED!” Ms Li shouted. She pushed her buttocks further backwards, pressing forcefully against Christopher and bearing down on him so that he ended up on the floor. “WHEN YOU ARE WORSHIPPING MY BOTTOM YOU WILL WORSHIP MY BOTTOM AND NOTHING ELSE. YOU WILL NOT REMOVE YOUR FACE FROM THERE UNTIL I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO MOVE!” Ms Li shouted.