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Offline johncena

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« on: November 07, 2009, 07:42:48 PM »
The Seat of Power

It was the name of the place that had first caught Phil’s attention.
The store was called simply Her Way. Phil figured the store was some sort of adult bookstore.
The windows of the place were lined with the sort of shiny film that turned them into one way mirrors so that passers by couldn’t see in.Phil drove past the place every day on his way home from work. Eventually curiosity got the better of him and one rainy Friday evening he pulled into the store’s small parking lot.
As Phil got out of his car the front door of the place opened and a tall, pretty, blonde woman came out. She was wearing a tight leather skirt and calve high boots with very high heels.
She was carrying a plastic shopping bag. Phil smiled at her as they passed.
She looked at him disdainfully and got quickly into a black BMW. Phil shrugged, opened the glass door, and went inside.
The place was bigger than it looked from outside. There were several rows of shelves down the middle of the store. The walls were lined with racks of clothing.
And what clothing. All the garments were latex or leather. Phil smiled and took a deep breath, taking in the smell of the fetish wear. Phil had a serious fetish for black shiny clothing. Especially leather. He didn’t like to wear it himself. He just liked to see it on women.
He had once spent almost an hour following a particularly zaftig woman around a local mall just to watch the play of her sumptuous buttocks under a tight pair of soft, shiny, black leather pants. That night he had jerked off to the fantasy of burying his face in her leather clad ass. Phil walked slowly down the middle aisle, looking at the contents of the displays.
Most of the shelves held bondage equipment, cuffs, collars, and the like. There was a bucket on the floor full of riding crops. Various other types of whips and floggers hung on another rack. Phil felt himself getting hard just looking at the stuff. He wasn’t really into pain but the look and smell of all the leather was getting to him. Phil rounded the corner of the aisle and lurched to a halt. There were two women standing in a large open space beyond the aisle.
They were discussing an odd looking piece of bondage furniture.
It looked like some sort of throne. One of the women was obviously the proprietor of the store. She was dressed in a skintight latex cat suit. She wore patent leather thigh high boots with five-inch spike heels. Her hair was dark black and pulled back into a tight bun.
She appeared to be in her mid thirties. The other woman looked to be slightly older, maybe fifty. She had wavy blonde hair. She was heavy, but in a good way. Her breasts were generous, and well displayed by the white silk blouse she wore. The blouse was tucked into a gorgeous pair of buttery soft, black leather pants.
The woman’s ass was wide and shapely. Phil had to check to be sure that his mouth wasn’t hanging open. The woman with dark hair saw him and said, May I help you?. Just looking.
The woman nodded and went back to talking to the blonde woman.
I can assure you that it works very well, Mrs. Arbogast. I have one at home.
Mrs. Arbogast said, I just don’t know, Madame. I’ve had queening chairs before and they never seem to work just right. Hiram’s face is always too far down or too far up in the seat.
It just wasn’t comfortable for sitting on him for a long time. And I like to keep him under me all evening while I watch television or talk on the phone.Phil felt a tightness in his groin.
He had heard of furniture made for queening before but he’d always thought it just something for dirty magazines. He took a closer look at the strange throne.
The seat was about four feet off the floor and had a hole in the middle making it look something like a toilet. Behind the high back of the chair was a bench that had several thick leather straps attached to it. There was a hole in the back of the chair as well. If I could just try it out first, Mrs. Arbogast said. Madame shrugged. Sorry, but the store submissive is out sick today. Perhaps you could bring your husband by later.
But I want to surprise Hiram with the chair. She smiled wickedly. In fact Saturday is his birthday and I want to lock him into it and keep him under my ass all day.
Phil couldn’t believe what the woman was saying. Her husband had to be the luckiest guy on earth. To spend hours under that fabulous ass.
The Madame suddenly looked back at Phil. She smiled. Excuse me sir, but could you help us out? Me? Uh...Mrs. Arbogast needs to try out this piece of equipment before she buys it. Normally we have a man here for this sort of thing, but he’s been taken ill.
Phil said, You want me to put my head in that thing? The fantasy had been one thing, but Phil was suddenly nervous. Just for a moment.
I won’t sit on you for long, Mrs. Arbogast said. She turned around and wiggled her plump, leather clad fanny. And besides, I think you’ll like it. That did it for Phil. He stepped up to the chair. Just lie down on the bench and put your head through the hole, Madame said. Phil did as he was told. He slid his head inside the hole. Inside the chair was a leather pillow. Madame touched a button on the side of the chair and the pillow rose slowly until Phil’s face was protruding from the chair’s seat.
As you can see, Madame said, Once the head is in place and adjusted he can’t get out. Phil tried to pull his head free just to check. Madame was right. The two women were out of his view and he suddenly felt the leather straps being tightened over his chest, arms, and legs. Um...do we really need the straps?
Phil said. We have to get the full effect, dear, said Madame. Mrs. Arbogast came back into Phil’s line of vision. She put her hands on the arms of the throne and leaned down looking at Phil. Her cleavage swelled as she leaned forward. Well, all ready to be sat on? She said. Phil said, I guess. Not like you have a choice.
Mrs. Arbogast turned around. From Phil’s position, the woman’s ass looked enormous. The leather stretched taunt over the globes of her butt as she lowered herself towards Phil’s helpless face. He had a moment to wonder about the wisdom of his decision and then his face was engulfed in the crack of Mrs. Arbogast’s leather ass. Phil senses were almost on overload. All he could feel was leather and soft butt flesh.
He could smell the leather and the musky, woman scent. He could breath, but only just, and each breath was full of the delicious smell of the woman on his face. Phil’s cock was iron hard. He wanted to touch it, but his hands were strapped to the bench. Mrs. Arbogast wiggled and seated herself more firmly on Phil’s upturned face. Now breathing was a real effort. Phil moaned slightly but the big woman ignored him. Phil wasn’t sure how much time passed but finally Mrs. Arbogast got out of the chair. Phil gratefully dragged in several deep breaths. Look how red your face is, Mrs. Arbogast said, smiling down at Phil. Well, what do you think? Said Madame. You were right, Madame. It’s the most comfortable queening chair I’ve ever sat in.
Could you let me up now? Phil said quietly. The women ignored him. But I’m still not sure I could sit there for a really long time, Mrs. Arbogast said .Madame said, Well things are slow this evening. I’ve some stocking to do. Feel free to take as long as you need.
Hey! said Phil, Wait a minute!
Mrs. Arbogast fumbled in her purse. Good thing I brought a book, she said. Phil said, No! Really now. Fun’s fun but I have to go home. Mrs. Arbogast wiggled her butt at him again. Don’t worry. This will just take a couple of hours.
Mrs. Arbogast’s round, womanly ass began to descend on Phil again. He was still trying to talk her out of it when his words were cut off by her butt settling on his face. She wiggled about until she had found a comfortable position. Now, now, said Mrs. Abrogate. Mustn’t talk with your mouth full.
Her End

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Re: seat
« Reply #1 on: November 10, 2009, 03:34:22 PM »
thanx

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Re: seat
« Reply #2 on: June 08, 2017, 01:48:10 PM »
nice

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Re: seat
« Reply #3 on: June 10, 2017, 05:16:33 AM »
I think copying pasting fake stories has made this forum less spicy now.

 

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