No Longer Equals

Chapter 1

NSFW Warning: This short story is erotic in nature, and it contains a graphic depiction of intense fetish play. Please take care of yourself.

Maki, my roommate and former girlfriend, is sitting in her room in our apartment, playing a shooter on her computer. She's in her mid-20s, with a fair complexion, dark gray eyes, messy black hair, and a backside as broad as a barn door. Dressed in her classic "I'm not going out today" uniform of a green crop top and black sweatpants, she utters a vulgar oath as her character is killed in-game, then leans forward in her gaming chair, watching the screen intently.

I, Surolanter, am here in the room with her, too, but my situation is very different: I'm tied up tightly, my legs bound together and my arms roped up behind me. I'm laying on my back in the seat of Maki's chair—as much as I can, at least: There's not much room, and my hips and legs are left hanging off the front onto the floor. Meanwhile, Maki is sitting squarely on my face, her huge, pliant ass almost completely engulfing my head.

Between our positions and her considerable weight, I'm trapped quite firmly underneath her. And yet, despite the growing fire in my lungs from being unable to breathe, I don't struggle or fight her at all. Instead, I obediently stay still beneath her, letting her wholly dominate me with her rear. I let out a low, satisfied hum, relishing in the intense pressure of her weight bearing down on me and in the sensation of the coarse fabric of her sweatpants against my skin.

Maki, for her part, is going about her business normally, playing her game as though this is the most unremarkable thing in the world. Even when she deliberately shifts her weight back to grind down and cut off my air, or when I squirm or moan or whimper, she doesn't spare me so much as a passing glance. It's as though I'm no different from any other piece of furniture to her—albeit one that she makes a point to use as often as possible.

Of course, for as thoroughly as I'm enjoying myself, my body soon reaches its limit. I shift my weight around and tap my heels twice against the floor with an audible thump. At this signal, Maki chuckles darkly as she lifts her hips ever so slightly. I hungrily gulp down several lungfuls of air, my body grateful for the reprieve, but it's short-lived: Maki quickly plants herself firmly back down on top of me, making a point to cut off my air and resume my suffocation anew. I press my lips to her butt in gratitude, and she responds by rolling her hips a few times, slowly, harshly, grinding roughly against me with her full weight.

It's a bit difficult to keep track of the time in my position, but we've been going on like this for what must be at least an hour or so, Maki lost in her game and me lost in Maki. An intense heat pools between my legs; I shift and clench my thighs uselessly as I ache with painful need, desperate for even the slightest touch. My lungs burn anew, and my thoughts blur together incoherently from the overpowering blend of total submission, extreme arousal, and lightheadedness.

Eventually, Maki stands up, taking a moment to stretch luxuriously before turning around to look down at me. No doubt I'm a pathetic sight: Desperately panting for air, my face flushed and slick with sweat, my eyes glassy and my gaze a wordless plea for more abuse. She looks me up and down, and the sharp, hungry smirk on her face make me shiver.

"Had enough yet, ass bitch? Or do you want to keep being my chair?" Despite her sneering tone, she reaches down and brushes her hand softly against my cheek. "Fuck, you're making SUCH a lewd face right now. Makes me wanna sit on you all night..."

"Oh god yes please," I reply breathlessly between gasps. "Please sit on my face all night, mistress..."

She grins wickedly down at me, her eyes gleeful. She grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back.

"I had a feeling you'd say that. God, you're so fucking pathetic, begging to be crushed by my ass like some kind of nasty little freak." She tightens her grip, her grin widening. "Tell me what you are."

"Nngh! I-I'm Mistress Maki's bitch... I'm your pathetic little s-slut... I'm an ass-obsessed facesitting pervert!"

"Good girl~ Now, open your mouth," Maki orders, and I quickly obey. Maki leans in close, then parts her lips and lets a large gob of spit trail slowly out of her mouth into mine. I accept it graciously, holding it in my mouth and savoring the taste of her.

"Swallow it." At Maki's command, I make a show of gulping it down, my eyes swimming with submission and devotion as they stay locked on hers. Maki leans in even closer now, practically laying down on top of me as her face hovers just barely above mine. She speaks, her voice a breathy whisper and her lips brushing against mine.

"I looooove how eager and obedient you always are~ You're too fucking cute for your own good, you know that?" She kisses me. It's deep and affectionate but undeniably possessive, and it dazzles me. I moan softly into her mouth as she pushes her tongue into mine, then whimper sharply as she cups one of my breasts. I twitch and shiver as she teases my chest, losing myself completely in the moment, only to be jolted back to reality as I feel her fingers brush against my crotch, lightly but insistently. My hips buck and my toes curl at her touch, and I moan like a bitch in heat into her kiss; yet all the while, Maki is cool and composed as she expertly has her way with me, betraying only a quiet giggle or two at my reactions as she pushes me to the edge.

Maki pulls away from the kiss and moves to nip at my earlobe; at the same time, she pushes her fingers more firmly against me, running them up and down my entrance with agonizing slowness.

"Mmmn, you're this wet just from having my butt in your face? How pathetic~" Her breath is hot against my ears, sending a thrill up my spine.

"N-no, I... I-I'm not that wet, am I...?" I protest weakly, knowing full well that I'm completely drenched. Maki effortlessly slides a finger inside of me in reply, earning a long, shaky moan from me.

"Does that answer your question?" I can hear the smug smile in her voice, and I tremble as she kisses me on the ear before moving down to my neck. She marks me with hickey after hickey as she fingers me, keeping a pace that's both far too slow and maddeningly relentless. I've lost all ability to speak or even think, whimpering and groaning incoherently with her every touch. I'm rapidly approaching my limit; my climax looms larger and larger, a dark sky on the very verge of breaking into storm.

Right before the lightning strikes, however, Maki removes her hand and pulls away, gazing down at me with a mischievous look. I let out a keening whine of frustration, my thighs rubbing together vainly. A few stray tears well up in the corners of my eyes, so intensely does the denial hit me.

"Now now, what's with that reaction~? I was just about to sit on you again, like you wanted me to do." She leans in close once more, holding her finger—now slick with my essence—just above my face. Without being told, I take it into my mouth, sucking insistently on her digit as I lick it clean, keeping unbroken eye contact with her all the while. After a moment, she retracts her finger, eyeing me expectantly.

"Tell me, my adorable little slut: what do you want? Do you want to cum, or do you want me to sit on you all night? I'm feeling generous, so I'll let you decide."

My thoughts spin wildly. My body is aching and cramping with extreme need, begging for release from the arousal and restraints alike; but the thought of Maki continuing her domination of me even longer, of being able to lose myself in submission to her even longer, of having my whole world blotted out completely by her weight and smell and presence even longer, is much too alluring for me to resist.

"...P-please sit on my face all night, M-Mistress Maki..."

At this, Maki lets out a low chuckle. She stands and turns back around, then very slowly descends onto my face. She shifts her hips as she settles back into position, cutting off my air and trapping me firmly beneath her once more. Distantly, I hear her pick up her controller and resume her game. I let out a long, contented moan into her backside, the protests of my body becoming blurred and blunted as the blissful haze of subspace clouds my mind anew.

It was incredibly intoxicating. SHE was incredibly intoxicating.

Yet all of this was nothing new for us. On the contrary, this dynamic of wholesale domination and submission, with her degrading me and me begging insatiably for more, had become the backbone of our daily routine. Maki was my capricious queen, my cruel mistress; and I was her ass bitch, her facesitting slave, nothing more than a shameless degenerate slut without a name who got off on being used, ignored, and treated like shit. Her ass controlled me, ruled me, owned me.

Let me be clear: I was the one who approached her about this. It had all started off benignly enough, with us experimenting with light bondage and simple roleplays in the bedroom at my request. Still, I'd always find myself wanting to take it further and further; and the further we went, the more insistently my hardline fantasies gnawed at the edges of my mind.

Indeed, it'd only been a half-dozen months or so since we'd started dating when my self-control entirely collapsed, culminating in me spilling my guts to her, begging her—I'm quite good at begging, you'll find—for us to go from being equal partners to leading a full-time mistress-and-slave lifestyle. And for as comfortable as she's become with this new phase of our relationship at this point, it was by no means an easy or smooth process.

As Maki continues to snuff out all other sensations, impressions, and feelings, I likewise find myself unable to think of anything except her. My mind races back to that day so many months ago now, when I'd finally caved and let my pent-up fantasies come exploding out...

Written 1 November 2024