Facesitting

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Synopsis:

Punished Under Horsewomen

Synopsis: a government agency permits severe corporal punishment of men who assult women. the system has become twisted, and the wealthy can pay to inflict punsiment for their amuesment

The Photograph

This story is all a reaction to a photograph I saw in National Geographic Magazine. Sometime in the 1980 NG did an an article on modern Japan. The purpose of the shot was to illustrate how the impact of population density and the scarcity of open land impacts the society. It showed two women in formal equestrian attire seated atop mechanical horses on front of a large projector television. The shot featured the mechanical equines with the image of a green leafy bridal path on the giant screen. Both riders were styling in snug jodhpurs, or perhaps just tights, and tall black riding boots. The horses were partly realistic and partly abstract. Not intended to be photographically realistic, they were 3-D and generally horse shaped in all the places that would be in the rider's field of view. That is: the head, neck, shoulder, even the flanks and rump were of proper shape and size and covered with a carpet-like hide, while the bottom of them, the area of the legs was purely functional, with an enclosed mechanism that allowed the horse move and mimic the gaits of a live horse. The riders, two attractive Japanese women that looked to be in their late twenties, quite obviously knew they were on camera. Both sported wide happy ad-agency smiles. The caption said that since land to dedicate to horses was rare, these equestriennes in training would practice indoors before graduating to live mounts. The rider’s attire was a but over the top, overly stylized and mildly suggestive. One rider in mid gait had lifter her athletic looking bottom a few inches above the saddle. Her tan jodhpur slacks looked like they were painted on. Very nice.

Hello? ---- Oh, hey Suzy! ---- Oh, yeah... uhmmm...i forgot... been kinda busy here. You'll NEVER guess what happened! ---- Oh, shut up, do you wanna hear why I didn't make it or not?

Well... you know that cleaning service I just got? They sent this guy today. ---- No, not that one. A new one. Anyway, he was late! the asshole, so I left as soon as he got here so I could make it to class on time. But of course, you know me, I forgot something, so halfway there I had to turn around and get my notebook. ---- Be quiet! You're no better :). ---- Anyway I got back to the house and went in, and I guess the guy didn't hear me. ---- I don't know his name, just listen! ---- Oh, well he's almost 6' and more tan than me, prick! Kinda hairy too. Mustache and goatee.

After a month or so of constantly being sat on, stood on, walked on and stomped, Mike's day had happily resigned himself to being my slave to be punished and abused anyway I saw fit.
On Friday afternoon, my younger sister got out of college for a week on Spring Break, and wanted to come and spend the week with me, as I had previously told her about my slave. She was excited to come and try him out. Mike agreed excitedly to Kim coming and helping me abuse his dad for the week. About 6:00 Friday afternoon, I heard Kim knock on our door. I already had Mike's dad on the floor, in front of the door with his arms stretched out in front of him, near the door opening. I walked over him, and stood on his hands as I opened the door and greeted my sister. After a warm hugging and greeting, I intruduced Mike's day, (my slave) to Kim and said, "don't bother to get down and shake his hand, just stomp the daylights out of it!" "Cool!" Kim said excitedly. She had on blue jean short shorts, a white tee-shirt and a pair of black sandals with a 2 inch hard, blocked heel. Kim stepped up to Mike's dad and looked down at him smiling. Without hesitation, she raised her shapely leg and stomped hard on my slave's right hand. "Hello slave!" Kim told him, giggling.

--Sitting on the Jerk--
-By Subtosh-

--- Jake was arrogant and totally self-centered. He did what ever he wanted without giving any consideration to those around him. He also thought he was God’s gift to women, and thought all the women on campus were attracted to him. They all thought he was a complete jerk: but he was oblivious. He couldn't see that almost everyone; male and female alike despised him.

The next morning, I got up and walked into the kitchen to put on coffee. Mike's dad had fallen off the bench I'd left him on the night before, and was lying sprawled out in the middle of the kitchen floor, obviously sleeping off his intoxication from last night. I looked at his pinky finger that I had bitten and chew so cruelly. It was swollen and looked terrible. I wondered if he'd remember any of what happened when he woke up. As I put the coffee on, I looked down at the old man again, lying there on the hard tile floor of our kitchen. Suddenly a cruel thought struck me. About then Mike walked into the kitchen and took one look at his dad on the floor and laughed. "You sure did a number on him, Sweetheart!" Mike told me kissing me. "Yeah, well, I kind of enjoyed it and I especially enjoyed you in bed afterwards!" I told him. "Did it turn you on to watch me punish your dad like that?" I asked Mike. "It sure did, Honey." He replied. I love watching you sit on his face, and then when you started biting and chewing on his finger, it was just icing on the cake!" He continued excitedly. "Look at him, sleeping like a baby." I said smiling at Mike. "I wonder how he's gonna feel when he wakes up." I said. "I don't know, but I bet he's going to have one sore finger!" Mike said laughing again. "Why don't I make sure he does?" I asked with a cunning smile parting my lips. "What do you have in mind, Sweetheart?" Mike asked me. "If you'll bring me my black sandals, I'll show you!" I replied. "Black sandals? That sounds interesting!" Mike said with a grin on his face. Mike then went into our bedroom and returned with my sandals. They were black strappy sandals with very hard blocked heels about one and a half inches high and tapering down to a one inch bell shape. I sat on the bench and strapped them on my feet and then tip-toed over to Mike's dad lying there on the floor and told Mike, "Watch this." I raised my foot about knee high and stomped as hard as I could on his pinky finger, the same one I had bitten and chewed on. I felt it splatter under the hard heel of my sandal. The old man screamed and tried to jerk his hand away but his finger was still under my heel and I had every ounce of my 145 pounds on it. He rolled over in excruciating pain and was about to grab my ankle with his other hand when I kicked him hard in the face. Then I began grinding his pinky under my heel, literally tearing the flesh from it. Mike was loving every second of it as his dad began to cry, still screaming in terrible pain. After grinding his finger under my cruel heel several times, I stomped on it again real hard and then stepped over to the coffee pot to pour Mike and me a cup of coffee. The old man was lying on the floor crying and squirming in excruciating pain, holding his mangled finger.

It was a very cold winter night about 9:00 P.M. I had just finished taking a shower and had put on a red satin teddy with a matching G-string, along with a pair of red low profile spiked heel mules. It was Mike's favorite outfit and I wanted to make him "ready for bed." Just as I walked into the kitchen where Mike, my husband sat reading a sports magazine, there was knock on the front door. "I wonder who that could be." Mike said as I rushed back down the hall to get my robe. I put my robe on and as I stepped out of our bedroom, into the hall, I heard Mike talking to someone. I stood momentarily listening and soon discovered it was Mike's dad, a man whom I had absolutely no respect for, not that he had ever done anything to me, but from what Mike had told me about him, he was a pervert from the word go. Mike's mom and dad were continually splitting up and going back together and splitting up again, because of his dad's behavior. He loved being facesat and practically forced Mike's mom to sit on his face against her will. Not that she minded sitting on him, but rather because of the timing. If she had other things to do, he expected her to drop it all and come and sit on his face for hours at a time.