Regret Pt. 03

As he started getting more desperate for air, he suddenly felt the blockage in the tube disappear. He gratefully took in two quick breaths before he remembered to slow down. The tube remained clear for a while but then again started not working. This happened randomly a few more times before he heard Mrs. Greene chuckling with faint amusement above him. He realized that Mrs. Greene had taken the other end of the tube and was blocking it off with a finger from time to time. He felt anger at how she was playing with his means of survival.

She kept it up throughout the remainder of her show, never once getting off him. She kept playing with the tube, cutting off his air when she felt bored with what was going on in the TV. Harry was terrified at how easily she could control him.

"You like your little breathing tube?" she teased from above. He knew he had to reply but he chose not to give her the satisfaction. "Oh? You don't? Maybe I'll take it then" Mrs. Greene said, giving the tube a firm tug. Harry panicked as the tube almost slipped right out his mouth. There was now only a little bit of it sticking inside his mouth. It could even slip out if Mrs. Greene jerked her ass around a bit. Scared, he used his teeth to clamp down hard on it make sure it didn't slip out. He tried sucking it back in, but it was pressed down on his face with her weight and the friction wouldn't let it move.

Another issue he became painfully aware of was that this old smotherbench was a little shaky. The platform where his head was on had been used for so long that it had developed a tendency to tilt (very slightly) to one side or the other. Similar to how some stools or tables have a leg shorter and rock from one side to the other based on the weight.

Mrs. Greene mostly sat with her legs crossed, offsetting the weight on his face enough to tilt it to one side. He had to forcibly keep his face straight up so that it wouldn't get forced to turn to a side. Abruptly when she would cross the other leg, some of her weight would shift to the other side and the platform would also rock to the other side. In such cases he had to be fast and use his neck to counter the movement, otherwise she could bend his head to one side. He had learnt his lesson about keeping his face straight if he wanted to survive.

Mrs. Greene got a phone call, and she answered it on top of Harry. He really couldn't make out anything - her ass was a perfect seal. Soon she wrapped up the phone call and went back to her TV watching.

More than anything he was now starting to feel claustrophobic trapped under her like this. He couldn't even hear properly. He had only been seeing darkness. He wanted to just glimpse the real world to make sure everything was ok out there. He felt too insecure and defenseless to keep staying down there like this. The sensory deprivation was giving rise to a lot of irrational panic.

He started twitching and turning to get her attention and ask for a break. However, Mrs. Greene had absolutely no intension of getting up. She was deep into enjoying her show now, and she didn't want to be disturbed. When Harry refused to keep still, she got irritated and started blocking off the other end of the tube until he started getting really desperate. It was clear she was angry with him since she wasn't letting go of the tube. Uselessly he strained to suck in air with all his might and suddenly it was like something snapped in his head and he felt the back of his head explode with pain. He yelled out thinking he had broken something. For some reason he expected Mrs. Greene to get up and see whether he was alright.

But of course, she just completely ignored him. But luckily let go of the tube to let him breathe. But that didn't help with the pain at all. He realized the pain inside his head was from trying to suck in air so hard. The painful throbbing continued, and Harry realized her weight was making it worse, messing with the blood circulation. Now he also started feeling weird temperature differences across his head, the back of his head suddenly feeling chilly cold but suddenly his ears would flame up as if on fire. The headache continued without relenting, a sharp rhythmic pounding in a corner of his brain.

He couldn't help but cry out each time the pounding happened. Although the speakers were quite loud, Mrs. Greene didn't want to listen to his incessant grunting. "Quit making noises. I'm not done sitting" she said sharply, giving his tube another threatening tug. He was glad he was biting on to it, otherwise it would have slipped right out.

But Harry didn't care to obey her now, he was just too restless. His head was aching bad and he wanted to just fucking give it a break. Why won't she even give him a break! He started groaning and struggling even harder in order to be taken seriously. He just needed a few seconds of break!

When he didn't stop, Mrs. Greene got angry and forcefully yanked out the tube, suddenly leaving him in the vacuum of her ass without oxygen. His teeth also hurt, having been clamped down on the tube as she pulled it out roughly. Harry panicked as he processed what had happened. He uselessly tried to breathe but felt her all-encompassing butt perfectly seal up his face. "I told you to cut it out", Mrs. Greene admonished him and went back to her TV watching.

He tried to remain still now. Running out of breath would make him want to struggle but she might just get more pissed off if he did that. Maybe if he behaved, she would let him have the tube back. So he kept painfully still, even resisting the most violent urges to thrash around. When he finally couldn't take it, he started begging her through his moans although he kept the volume down and gripped the sides of the bench hard to try and not struggle.

"Pathetic", Mrs. Greene said as she enjoyed his pleading a little longer. She then quickly lifted her ass up, just long enough to throw the tube back onto his face and quickly sit back down. Harry was in shock as the mountain of immovable weight was finally off his face. His head now hurt way more, as blood tried to rush back to the flattened veins in his head. But before he could get used to it or even get a proper breath, her butt was back on him.

But he was glad to have the tube back. Indeed, she had only thrown the tip across his face. She didn't take care to put it in his mouth this time. Now the tube was just lying across his lips at an angle, the end of it poking into his flattened nose. Mrs. Greene was already ignoring him and had gotten engrossed in her show. He knew he needed to get the tube back in his mouth somehow if wanted to survive. He had to do it with minimal movements too, in case Mrs. Greene got angry that he was squirming around too much under her ass and pulled it out altogether again.

He tried to angle his lips so that he could coerce the tube into his mouth. But every time he tried, the tube slipped further away from his mouth. He was now getting desperate as his air was running out.

He knew he needed to get the tube back in urgently. Even with it in his mouth, it would take a long time to recover from this long breath-holding session, considering the slow rate with which he could breathe through that tube. To make matters worse Mrs. Greene probably thought he can breathe. She would punish him if he disturbed her. But if he didn't get the tube in, he could die from her ignorance!

Finally, he decided to face the consequences and used all the strength in his jaw muscles to fight her weight and opened his mouth wide to grab the tube with his mouth. Once he grabbed it, he quickly closed his mouth back, and gratefully sucked in air through the tube again. He waited for Mrs. Greene's punishment, but luckily, she just ignored him and kept watching. He winced at the extent to which she had conditioned him to expect a punishment for even just trying to stay alive.

Finally, in another ten minutes or so, he could feel the ending score play on the show and realized that the episode was finally over. Mrs. Greene switched the TV off. Now there was nothing to distract either of them.

At this time, the other man came over rolling a table with Mrs. Greene's dinner. He placed the table near Mrs. Greene, took a bow and left. "Mm.. smells really good. You've outdone yourself Bart", she called back after him.

"Now, before I eat, I feel like I'm forgetting something. Oh that's right. You can still breathe. That won't do.", she remarked absent-mindedly and roughly pulled out his tube with a firm tug. Harry was shocked, but was glad that he had taken a breath before that happened. She threw the tube to the ground, clearly done with letting Harry breathe.

She dug into her dinner. Harry felt objectified, his existence being only a small part of what was going on. Mrs. Greene was now having her dinner on top of him. He hoped she wasn't having a heavy meal, since that weight would eventually end up on his face. He realized he was also really hungry and wondered if they would ever feed him.

Mrs. Greene made him fight for every breath while she was eating her food. He could hear her chuckling each time he went into a death struggle. "Mm.. delicious", she remarked. Harry didn't know whether she was referring to the food or the situation. To make matters worse, she only let him grab one breath each time she lifted up, just like back in the store. She was clearly more focused on her dinner. One time she did let him grab a few extra mouthfuls of air, and he used this opportunity to plead with her.

"Pl- Please don't smother me Mrs. Greene! I almost died at the store! Please let me breathe more! Please have mercy!" he started begging her, his voice trembling with fear as he realized his helplessness. He wasn't going to beg her to stop sitting on his face - that ship had sailed. He just wanted her to let him breathe once in a while.

"Ah here comes the whining. Shut up you fool. You don't decide what I do, I decide", she said with finality. "But I'll be good! Please just let me - ", he didn't get to finish as Mrs. Greene shut him up with her ass. "I said, shut up. My food will get cold.", she stated calmly, and went back to her meal. Harry was now left to once again hold his breath.

Harry was just so depressed. He couldn't do anything. He cursed himself for coming to this place. Out of nowhere, he felt his eyes overflow with tears. He started quietly weeping under her, so that his crying wouldn't make Mrs. Greene even angrier.

With her leather pants, Mrs. Greene was used to having a tight friction-hold on his face. She was surprised to see that now there was a lot of slipping and sliding going on. Annoyed, she got up to take a look, and saw that Harry was crying. His tears were the reason she was slipping. Now allowed to breathe, his quiet sobs turned to a louder wail.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? You're crying? How old are you, you idiot. Stop it this instant - I'm slipping here. Hiram! Get over here and wipe my seat down for me.", she commanded.

Hiram came over quickly with a piece of cloth. He quickly wiped down Harry's face with his solemn expression. "Relax, it will be fine. I promise. It's a great honor to be chosen by her. She's quite kind once you get to know her", he whispered just for him to hear. That was hardly encouraging, and 'kind' wasn't the first word that Harry would use to describe her. But Harry also realized that he was making a fool of himself - even more than he already was. However, he was glad to see some empathy for a fucking change. Harry decided to muster up whatever courage he had to try his best and not cry anymore.

Mrs. Greene snapped her fingers at her own ass next, and Hiram reverently wiped her faux-leather-draped butt free of Harry's tears. He leaned over gave her ass a kiss on the cheek before moving away. He just couldn't help himself. Over the years, he had earned such privileges. Mrs. Greene gave him a familiar smile.

Shortly after, she was back on his face. However, it did feel like his pleading had some effect. Maybe it was just in his mind, but it felt like she was letting him breathe sooner each time.

Each time she'd get up to let him breathe, Harry could smell the food - even though Mrs. Greene's ass smell was never far away. The food smelled so good. He felt himself salivating under her. He was just so hungry. He hadn't eaten anything since morning. He cursed himself for not stopping for a bite on the way over. He was just too excited to get it over with and go back to Regret.

The next time he got a long breath, he couldn't help himself. "That smells so delicious Mistress. Please I'm so hungry. Can I also have some food?", he asked her pleadingly before he was shut up by her ass again. His voice was still trembling from the crying he did moments ago.

Mrs. Green couldn't help but chuckle - it was almost a giggle. It felt weird to hear her break her strict demeanor. "Aw are you hungry? You want some food?", she said, shaking her ass roughly on his face, causing the platform to tilt left and right rapidly. Harry's neck felt like it was just wringed.

Mrs. Greene stopped eating, suddenly having an idea. "Hey Hiram, get over here. I have an idea!", she shouted excitedly. Hiram rushed over. "I don't think we've ever done one where we feed the seat some food have we?", she asked mirthfully.

"Actually we have Mistress. I believe it was in '97", Hiram replied with a reminiscent smile.

Suddenly, recognition triggered for Harry. He knew where he had seen Hiram before! He was definitely older and his face looked different, but it was unmistakable. Hiram was the star of a very popular clip store back in the day called 'FacesittingPandemonium'. Hiram was that lucky guy who had an uncountable number of girls sit on his face in that store's videos.

Harry had always been a fan - this was one of the few clip stores that did proper fullweight facesitting. Hiram was that guy who could take any woman - no matter how heavy - and for as long as needed. He was a legend in the community. Harry realized that literal decades of facesitting had just morphed Hiram's face so that he wasn't easily recognizable. Harry felt awe, and also a new set of worries pop up as he realized that he was in way over his head.

Although visibly disappointed that she wasn't having a new idea, Mrs. Greene said, "No matter. I think it's time for another one. Add it to the idea book. And take notes!"

Now she turned her attention to Harry, who was smothering all through her lightbulb moment. She got up and commanded him, "Open your mouth". Harry obeyed dumbly out of instinct. Mrs. Greene took a piece of chicken from her plate and roughly shoved it into Harry's mouth. She quickly sat back down and said, "You wanted food. Eat that!"

Harry wasn't expecting that. He now had a large piece of chicken in his mouth that he had to eat. He didn't how he could do that with her butt still planted firmly on top of him. But when the food touched his tongue he was once again reminded of how starved he was. He started biting in aggressively, trying to chew and swallow it quickly. He noticed that the chicken was indeed delicious - it was slow cooked. But he was just terrified that his mouth movements would annoy Mrs. Greene.

Luckily, she just found it amusing. "He's chewing under there!", she remarked to Hiram with delight. Her amusement was the ticket Harry needed to eat more energetically. He felt relief as he was finally eating some food that day. He finally managed to gulp it down. Now he was back to his reality - one where he was smothering for over a minute again.

Mrs. Greene repeated that a few more times, throwing him some leftovers from her plate and making him eat under her ass. "Hiram, add to your notes. I think it would be sexier if we had the girl spit the food into his mouth instead.", she remarked absent-mindedly. Harry was glad that she didn't decide to do it now, but he couldn't help but wonder what girl she was talking about.

He quickly realized that she was talking about a video idea. She must have been the owner and producer of 'FacesittingPandemonium'! He racked his brain to remember if any of the women on that store looked like her. Maybe she preferred to stay off camera.

Mrs. Greene was now done with eating and feeding him. She let out a thunderous burp - enough to rival her fart in the store earlier. Harry felt hope, thinking that it was finally over.

She however remained seated and said, "I would have let you go for today, but you are too disobedient. Always twitching and groaning. If it was Hiram instead of you, I wouldn't even remember I was sitting on a face. But you broke Hiram's nose, so now he's useless as a seat. You'll have to cover for him". Harry yelled in protest as he realized his plight was far from over. He didn't know if his head could survive more of this.

She did however get up from his face to go the bathroom. When she got up after such a long time his head felt the distinct throbbing pain of having had no blood in it for so long -- it felt similar to what happens when you sleep on your arm the whole night. He felt disoriented -- everything was too loud! He felt chills running up and down all over his body as the blood circulation tried to include his head back in the loop. He shivered and wished he had a blanket. He opened his eyes but closed them immediately because the living room lights were too strong. His eyeballs still hurt from being squished under her. He opened his mouth wide and gulped in air. He was surprised at how easy it was to breathe without Mrs. Greene's ass on his face.

He never realized this was the cost of facesitting. It wasn't just a kinky naughty thing. It was serious people, seriously out to get enjoyment from causing this kind of pain. He wondered if he liked the idea of facesitting more than the actual act of having it done to him.

His neck felt cramped beyond repair, having been bent back at sharp angles to accommodate Mrs. Greene's preferred height. He tried to relax his neck and tilt his head up for a break, but felt deep stabbing pains in his neck when he tried to move it. "Ow ow ow" he yelped as he realized he was better off letting his head rest back on the platform. When he did so his neck felt normal again.

When Mrs. Greene was back from the bathroom, he had enough sense back to start talking again. "Please Mrs. Greene, please stop for today! I'll be good and obedient! I promise!" he croaked, trying to make her take pity on him.

"Don't try to appeal to my better side. I don't have one. But you can go ahead and try appealing to my back side", she chuckled as she turned around to sit again. At this point that did make sense to him. Her butt was a person of its own, after all. He tried begging directly at it, "Please don't sit down. Please don't sit down". Even as her ass got close, Harry didn't stop begging -- he kept saying "I'll be better! Please let me go for today!"

He closed his eyes waiting for the impact but after coming threateningly close, Mrs. Greene's ass decided to not sit. "Really? You'll be more obedient? Did you learn your lesson?" the butt asked, still dangerously close to his face. "Yes! Yes!" he agreed. "Well then prove it" she said as she quickly settled down on his face again, stifling his complaints. She remained seated for a long time - even more than her 'usual'.

He heard Hiram's voice nearby. "I don't think he can survive this kind of treatment without training Mistress. Maybe you could let him have a breath?", he asked.

Mrs. Greene was not happy to hear that. "Oh really? You're going to teach me how to sit on a face now Hiram? You know better than me?", she asked scornfully.

"No! I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend Mistress, I was just - ", Hiram tried to say but he was cut off. "You just what? Thought you'd tell me how to do this? Really? After you almost let him get away? If it wasn't for Bart, he would have too. And to top it off, you got your nose broken. You're worthless to me for the next few weeks. How are we going to shoot if you can't take weight on your face?", she continued aggressively.