I have been into the facesitting fetish for quite some time now. My wife played around a bit but never really satisfied my true longing. I dreamed of being used as a seat by women. The idea of being used and discarded as something inanimate trilled me. The reality though is it’s of course impossible. Until one day a possibility raised its head.
My wife was having an Anne summers party with her girly friends and her mother. Nothing out of the ordinary there, until I overheard the mother in law recommend a solution to the seating problem. Apparently there were not enough seats for everyone. The mother in law had a couch that was disused. I’ve seen it before; it’s a material filled canvass couch that is similar in design to a large bean bag. I immediately thought of what it would be like to hide inside it, but had no chance. I was excitedly nervous just thinking about it. I knew though it couldn’t happen. It was way too difficult and the chances of being found didn’t bear thinking about. It was however, an exciting thought.
A day before the event, my wife thrust the taboo thought back to mind when she asked if I would pick the said couch from the mother in laws. I duly agreed and thought at least I could see the item that would be the envy of me. I arrived to pick it up to the mother in law waiting in the doorway.
“Hi mike”
“Hi Kerry, I’ll take it straight down” I said frowning at the limp canvas she handed to me.
“It’s a bit heavy, there’s sand still in it, I’ll sort it out when I get down there.”
Saying my farewells I put the couch in the car with a bit of effort. It was quite heavy and quickly realised it needed filling to puff it out to the couch shape. I hurriedly thought of possibilities again as I drove down the house. Curiosity spilled over and in a matter of fact way, questioned my wife as I lay the couch in the front room.
“Yeah my mother is bringing material down to fill it up. Should be alright when it’s done” was the explanation.
“Oh” was all I managed knowing it was still impossible to go through with. My mind was awash with what it would be like though. The room was laid out ready for the day and I was to make myself scarce in the morning. I was planning on going into work for a night shift but it wasn’t set in stone. I helped arrange some of the furniture and prep some food. The limp couch was put in between the two main couches and left looking like a deflated bean bad. While my wife was out of the room I quickly glanced over the canvas couch. It had a small opening in the side with 2 long bags of sand, one in the bas and one attached to the underside of the seating part. There was also some old sheeting splayed inside of what once formed the shape. It was quite dark inside but the material showed a surprising line of sight when close up. Thoughts raced through my mind. I could fit in there I thought. God that would be awesome I wonder what it would feel like. An idea then came to mind. Before the mother in law turned up in the morning, I could put my mobile phone on silent, in video mode and record from inside the couch. I got nervous thinking about how I could do it.
“I’m picking my mother up tomorrow to help me sort some food out, will you be here?”
“Doubt it, but I’ll be here when you leave, I said knowing I could place my phone in while she was gone.
It was all I could think about on the morning of the party. What sort of footage would I get? Would it work? But most importantly would it be found? The wife left in the morning and I nervously opened up the couch to position the phone. It took a while to realise the best method was to tape it in position on top of one of the sand bags. That would give it a stable base. I took out the sand bag and set it aside, I wormed into the couch and fantasised briefly about what it would be like to be a couch for real. There were some sheets that I climbed amongst to push my face close to the material and check sightlines. I realised it was actually quite clear close up considering nothing could see from outside the thing. I grabbed the phone and decided on a location by playing and checking the footage quality. It took a few goes of rolling about and moving aside sheets but was soon satisfied. Once happy, I started wriggling back towards the entrance hole and out. The rustling in the couch had hidden a vital piece of information. Sam and her mother were in the kitchen.
Shit I thought. What the hell do I do? I decided to get out as quick as possible but ended up froze in position when the living room door opened. My face ran hot as I struggled to contain my shaking. I didn’t even hear them come in I thought shallow breathing and frightened to death. I’m going to get found I kept thinking over and over as I lay there in utter terror. I knew she was going to mess with the couch and would be found. How the hell do I explain this? I thought. I started lining up excuses and considered just climbing out and feigning a scare attempt. Thoughts raced through my mind as I lay there unmoving. What am I doing? I thought. I listened as hard as I could and didn’t move as I was weighing up options.
“3 trays ok mum?” shouted a question from the kitchen.
“Yeah, should be ok” was the response from right above me. I was too scared to turn and lay there completely froze. Do something I urged myself when I heard
“Right, where are those sheets? Oh, and this is supposed to be inside. You ok out there?
“Yeah I’m ok”
“Ok, I’ll sort the seats out then.”
“No probs. I’ll be in now”
I turned to attempt an escape the same time as the opening for the couch moved. It was pulled up and material grew taut around me as one side was lifted.
“How did this get out? Never mind should be ok now with all this in”
As the words fell, I froze at the external movement and glanced with no sudden movements at the sound source. The entrance was filled with the blue covering of the sand bag and was gradually being pushed in. My heart froze as it fell onto my feet and started sliding up my body. I lay on the bottom bag with the cold sand in the new bag landing limply on me. I need to get I thought. How hasn’t she seen me? I thought. The material around me shook violently and the bag shifted up my body and landed half on me. My feet dropped hard when
“Where is the rest of them Sam?”
“What, the sheets?”
“Yeah, I’m trying to sort this couch out. How long before the rest get here”
I shut out the rest of the conversation as I lay shaking inside the material. I prayed for her to leave the room so I could escape. What the hell is going on I thought. What if she looks in?
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