Ever since you had sent that email of your fantasy to that facesitting mistress you had been unable to think of anything else. It all started when you came across a website where a plump middle ages woman called Pippa offered to turn her paying client into human furniture. The one that had got your attention was the facesitting chair, she apparantly could lock you inside and simply treat your face as something to sit on for hours. So in the email you sent you had requested to spend the week in it and you had specifically asked to suffer under her ass. When she gave you a price you quicky packed a bag and went straight there, totally unaware of how much horror she had planned for you. Several hour later you were sat opposite her and you started to explain everything, especially the part about being ignored and used as a cushion. So when you finished Pippa gently took your hand and and started to lead you into the other room.
It took several minutes to get you strapped inside the comfortable arm chair, she really did do a good job of firmly strapping you down. 'So i hope you are ready for this, you want me to make you suffer under my ass for the week. If that is the case i need to inject you with this chemical as it will lower your heart rate and need for oxygen. The end result will be a limp form that i can smother for days on end, i can quite literally smother your whole face and there will be no consequences'. Once Pippa started to inject it into your body you really started to struggle as this had not been agreed to. But she simply grinned and then stood up and watched your struggling die down. Suddenly leaning over you the top of the chair started to get lowered into place and that was when you face started to get forced into a padded hole in the seat cushion. As soon as you heard a click your whole body was trapped and to make matters worse you could no longer speak or move.
Pippa then turned her back on you and it was only then did you get a clear view of her fat ass, it was quite literally pressing out of her jeans. When you saw it getting closer there was nothing you could say or do, so as her body weight started pressing down all you could so was take it. Then it all went dark and a firm solid mass of fat and muscle was crushing your nose and face. Your mouth was aching, it was hard to breathe and Pippa simply sat there and did not move.
All you had wanted was to be a cushion, unfortuntally the long term consequences had not entered your mind.
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