A Troubled Sleep Experience
Note: 18+/Mature Content - This is a work of fiction with no reference to real people. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. This story contains graphic depictions of facesitting and other sexual acts. Characters involved are over 21 and consenting at all times. Feedback and comments are welcome.
At night, I trusted that Mistress would allow me to rest. I knew she couldn't be kind or generous, but she needed her seat to be in top shape. Sidestepping the idea of kindness, after a long day of burying my face in her behind, being submerged, and sniffing her ass, I was utterly drained and fell asleep as soon as she tucked me in.
Yet, my deep rest was fleeting.
A relentless pressure on my chest woke me. Aware of the darkness, Mistress climbed atop me. Shaking me awake, she barked her edicts. "Wake up, my pet. I was just about to hit the sack, but then I felt an impulse that could only be quenched by my throne. Open your mouth - your majesty is about to sit on your face."
Sluggishly, I complied, bewildered by the new experience. Unable to see anything, I helplessly endured as she lifted herself up, aligning her pussy with my yawning mouth. My head was crushed between her soft, warm thighs. Exhausted, I couldn't quite fathom her intentions.
Suddenly, a disgusting, salty liquid cascaded onto my tongue and entered my throat. It had been ages since Mistress commanded me to drink her urine, and it was as unpleasant as ever.
Mistress yanked my hair and scolded me for my disobedience, "Pet, how dare you!? I intended to drench my thirsty throne in golden nectar before sleeping and this is how I'm rewarded? Open wide for your punishment - swallow my precious drink without breathing. You dare risk a drop escaping?"
Pinching my nose and crushing my head between her thighs, she unleashed a torrent of this nauseating liquid. Frantically gulping, I inhaled while straining to gulp this wretched drink. My lungs burned, and tears streamed down my cheeks. I grew aroused, incidentally, but thoroughly dismayed about my coming punishment.
"That's it, pet. Keep guzzling,” she said, her tongue almost as menacing as her demeanor. As her arousal grew, my pussy seeped with wetness.
"You've been quite a naughty seat tonight, my pet. I must chastise you before your slumbers resume. Gaze upon the damage you've wreaked; my pussy and thighs have been saturated by my nectar and your pillow is drenched. You'll clean me up through licking and then you'll face your true punishment," she commanded with a striking combination of excitement and menace.
My heart skipped a beat, but intrigued.
I sensed an exhilaration, but dreaded my punishment. I licked her slit vigorously and paid special care to her clit, my favorite - and an effort to win back her favor. Mistress shifted to brace herself as she descended upon my neck and chest, pressing deeply against my airways.
I could barely take a fraction of a breath. "My throne has been licked; you will dutifully lick my thighs clean, and then we'll address your true punishment. Enjoy your respite while it lasts."
The mistress spoke with a tantalizing grin as her eyes met mine. The anticipation of my chastisement left me even more nervous given the intensity of my resistance. Nonetheless, I obeyed her demands and began licking the urine from her thighs. Relocating to her other side, I ensured each drop was collected. Upon reaching her lower legs, her perspiration joined the mix. My tongue worked diligently on both sides until Mistress gave the content approval.
"You've done well...Now, it's time for your penance. Wait here imploringly while I step away."
The mistress made her way off me, and in an instant, I inhaled a breath free of the foul odor. Unaware of her behind-the-scenes action, I focused on the ceiling above the bed. A sudden recognition blazed through me: My pillow, soggy with urine, was stolen away.
"When I return, your pillow should be exactly where I left it. Any disobedience will surely provoke my wrath."
I felt her reach behind her head, grazing her fingers past my shoulders. I followed her movement and watched as she retrieved the saturated pillow. "This pillow suffices as my comfort terrain. It holds the essence of your subservience," she murmured.
The mistress pressed the pillow to my face with surprisingly strong force, making it sit solemnly over my lips and nose at an angle that muffled my breathing. My eyes began to burn, and I felt a small moan escape. My will was destroyed by the urge to break my punishment, but I fortified my obedience.
I began to smother myself, an agonizing task that would ascend into its own torture. The urine soaked pillow clung to my face and mouth, unbearable in its rank scent. I held the pillow in place for what seemed like eternity, knowing she might return at any time. As I endured the persistent degradation, I could feel relief when I heard her trekking footsteps and felt my chances of escape narrowing.
Once she was near, I noticed a metallic tap resonate behind her and a soft chuckle erupt from her. I received a swift push to the floor and turned towards her, only to be met with her gaze and amused tone:
"I had considered you'd be in disobedience, and it's a shame, really. You're mine and truly just a seat."
She unstrapped what looked like a harness for ones head, adorned with a front buckle. She expertly rearranged the harness to be a misshapen mask of one of its kind. My feet were still trembling in shock at her ingenious creation, so mistake.
"Bookworm, I'd faithfully apply my ass to your mouth and your nose would struggle to embrace and breath the essence of me. Beg me not to leave you, to endure this and submit in your obedience."
I never imagined my mistress would craft something so grotesque - a direct manifestation of her needs and demands. My mind reeled, in awe of her cruelty.
"Get away and bow on the floor," she commanded.
I steadily shuffled my way from the bed and knelt beside it, ready to beg for this punishment. Mistress turned to face me and offered, "You will smell my asshole, understand its depth and memorialize it."
Anxious and obedient, I inhaled the scent which radiated from her presence, noticing the moisture beaded across her skin. She shifted back, revealing a hole between her cheeks. My gaze stared with fascination as she moved forward and deliberately leaned her rump against me. With that, the lure of her was unavoidable. Pushing my face against her moistened skin, I humbly breathed in deep. I was utterly at her mercy, eager to suffer for her.
"I'm making you my toilet. Once you're strapped in, you will never fret over smelling my ass again"
Once my nose was right against her backside, I obliged to the mistress' instructions. This act of facesitting had moistened her considerably. It had to the point where I believed I could identify her solely by her aroma. I keenly dedicated my time to sitting by her rear, inhaling its contents with each breath. As my time with her rear became more frequent, the stink was beginning to affect me. Inhaling her scent one more time, I felt the world spin.
With my next breath in, she pushed her bottom back so furiously that my head was entrapped between her and the bedside. My nose pressed hard against her rear, creating a sinking sensation. Her cheeks squeezed my face, not allowing any air to pass through. Wanting to make a swift switch, she grabbed the second belt and secured it to her waist. As I heard her tearing a piece of tape, I began to comprehend its purpose. Fastening the final the buckle, my face was now submitting to her bottom.
With the final buckle, complete entrapment had taken place and I was without any ability to breathe.
“Hoping you adore this new place, pet. This just feels so proper as you're in this very spot. I would be walking and you're to follow behind me.”
The pressure of her cheeks holding my face lead me to crawl in sync with her steps. As she made her exit, I was grip by a powerful grip on my neck. I was unable to tolerate this for long before fearing a fainting spell was upon me.
“We have reached my room, and you're fortunate enough to sleep in my bed tonight. I demand not a single tremble while I doze off.”
Looking ahead, I was certain that my demise would be quick and imminent. In spite of this, she paid no attention. She was in pursuit of comfort, but all I could think about was losing consciousness.
She carefully crawled atop her bed, she pulled me along with her. Lying on her back, she was causing my torso to twist in obscene fashion. Ensuring we were in similar positions, her weight came crashing down on me. The striking contrast between our body types filled the room with heat. I lost my ability to breathe, and fearing she'd doze off, I unleashed a barrage of violent kicks against my restraints. She acutely sensed my movements—the tension of her legs was broken.
Gasping for air, I desperately begged.
“How could you disrupt my sleep so to breathe?? I simply cannot comprehend how you'd think that was acceptable. I need my sleep. Since you think you're worth the effort—you're my seat in perpetuity, my property to mistreat. Waking me again? You will not be given reprieve ”
Mistress reached over her head, her fingers feeling for where I lay. Finding my mouth, she gave me three vicious slaps then unclasped the second buckle. Lifting her ass slightly from my face, I was able to gulp in air. My vision was blurry, my senses overwhelmed. Given my dire situation, I bucked and thrashed, but it was no use. My lungs ached, and fear made me panic.
With the last bit of strength I had, I rammed my head backwards.
“HOW DARE YOU! Between you being stubborn and me being thirsty, I am completely disturbed from my sleep. Don’t you deserve to snake your life away? Swallowing through my mine is your only way to breathe.”
She reattached the buckle and pressed her hindquarters back onto my head. My nose forced its way inside then she leaned leftward, reaching along her body to retrieve an object. I heard the trademark sound of a plastic tube being opened along with the squirting sound of a liquid substance. Her buttocks were once again back in position, but this time, she found my nose. A slimy substance that somewhat tasted of lube had been spread on, was now rubbing onto my face. Her actions, however, did not cease. She reached inside her anus and felt around until she located my nostrils. My nostrils were now nestled in her rear, feeling the pulsation of her sphincter below. She went on to rub a grungy black slime—probably fecal matter or ass sweat—through my nose and face.
"Unappreciative pet! Your memory of this moment is the last thing I want you to forget!” My face and torso were coated in a thick slurry.
I was beginning to feel less lightheaded but she wrecked my face again with her spasming rectum. "GIVE ME ANOTHER SNIFF," she ordered.
Her hand clasped onto my ears, an upward force yanking my head upward while her downward push contributed to that unbearable sensation, moments later my nose stayed affixed on her backside as she continued to push against me. Exerting every bit of energy to penetrate me, my full-length nose was now crushing her sphincter so harshly it was tantalized.
But she wasn't done. She squirmed her ass on my face. "BREATHE," she slurred.
Naturally, the initial stench of her gas seeped into my nose, unlike my maiden breath. It emitted an unpleasant blend of foul odor and a hint of eggs, making my lungs ache.
"BREATHE"
A fresh stream of fumes forced its way into my nostrils, prompting tears from my eyes, but Mistress' indifference prevailed.
"BREATHE"
During the night, I endured numerous rounds of her flatulence while she slept peacefully. With her full weight pressing down on my skull, my breathing remained irregular. The strange ordeal made me question whether I'd make it beyond the night.
Eventually, the bleats of awakening birds in the distance floated through the room.
I'd survived.
Wouldn't my elegantly composed mistress wake soon?
Another hour was added to the infamous farting marathon, which left me in unnerving distress. Relieved that this was the last time, my world turned cloudy as I anticipated what she would do, for if I even considered disturbing her, I'd be in trouble.
A sickening layer of sweat enveloped me. Mingled with my own, the sweat puddling in my hair made me look like a drenched refugee. The bitter taste of her urine remained plastered to my tongue. And above all, I had no way of breathing.
"Wouldn't she let me breathe soon?" I begged internally. "Would she destroy me for not waking her again? Surely it's only fair to breathe."
To my horror, another hour passed, and not a single puff of gas wafted under my nose. My eyes moistened as I pondered my next move. I'd never disrespect her again; her comfort was more important.
But fear overtook me. Panic consumed me as I visualized preparing for this inevitable episode. My mind raced with thoughts of whether she'd hear me. Scared of disturbing her, I clenched my jaw.
My body was drenched in perspiration. A colony of hairs clung to my forehead as her sweat dripped down upon me. I scrunched my nose in confusion as a combination of sweat, hair, and piss passionately encased my scalp.
She was motionless, her gas paused.
My forehead turned dewy as anticipation grew like a thirsty bush craving moisture. I could visually see her moving, slowly getting ready to eliminate. But with a inquisitive expression, Mistress addressed me.
"Pet, are you awake? If not, this is going to be unpleasant. I slept quite well in spite of your disobedience. Are you itching for a breath now? Never displease me, become a faithful seat, open your mouth, Mistress demands to relieve herself after a long night."
I had no choice but to obey.
I held back the urge to vomit, yet it was hopeless. In disgust, I retched my stomach contents out, desperate to be rid of this revolting drink. A set of impossible circumstances had befallen me - no means of escape existed from her majesty's innards without imprudence. Feeling tortured, I gagged but she held me firmly in place. Desperately, I longed for an inch of fresh air, any bit of oxygen would suffice.
"Swallow it all. Hurl if necessary. It's irrelevant. I will only budge when I have come to a halt."
She commenced voiding her bladder, a steady stream of urine cascading close to my lips. A barrage of gags echoed through the room, my lungs aching. The muscles in my throat tightened to the brink of agony and my eyes widened as my chest burned. Her terrifying dark veil dropped upon me.
The ominous blackness, and the heated sweatty dew of her ass caressed my face during her elimination. She maintained a hold on my head as her legs crossed to tighten the seal.
"Slurp every last drop. Cough, choke as much as you like. I cannot leave my throne until every drop is gone."
Her urine dripped into my mouth, and I struggled to resist. I could feel liquid sloshing down the back of my throat.
Her peculiar way of securing her throne caused the front of my head to ache, as I just lay there, subjected to her master manipulation. Her ass and the torrent of sweat that dripped onto my face and my scalp were all I could focus on. Before I could forge a breath, she relocated her pussy onto my face.
Powerless, please regain control with your assistance.
"REVIVAL!"
"Swallow every last drop. The taste disgusts you, yes? Embrace the terror, pet."
It struck me that my life as Mistress' facesitting toy was grounded in ass-related tribulations. In utter submission, I prepared myself for her ongoing demands. As I lay exhaustedly on the floor, her weight grinding my face into her ass, waiting for her to move again, I wondered how long I could sustain this.
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