Interview with the Facesitter

[boyandy]

(With apologies to Anne Rice. (Youngsters... Google it...)

“Good afternoon Renee. My name is Dr. Michael Engel, but you can call me Dr Mike. I’m a licensed behavior specialist.”

“Groovy.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “ I presume you know why you’re here?”

“Yeah. My parents think I have issues”.

“That’s right. To be more specific; anger issues.”

“Is this about what happened last week?”

“In a way. They said you assaulted someone. Is that correct?”

“Whatever.”

Dr Engel studied her. She was a very attractive mid-teens girl with long straight brown hair which she parted on one side and let fall below her shoulder. She had a solid, athletic figure and a cute, slightly freckled face with full, artfully curved lips. Her attractiveness was somewhat marred, however, by her sullen expression as she slouched defiantly in his office chair, her arms folded across her chest just underneath her large breasts. She obviously was not in his office by choice.

“Your parents said that you that you knocked someone to the ground, held them there, and …let me see..” he flipped through some pages until he found the phrase he wanted in his notes, ”…I don’t know how else to say this…you sat your…your… rear end on their face? Is that an accurate statement?”

She covered a giggle with her hand. “I guess. If that’s what it says.”

“I see.“ He flipped through his notebook. “They also said it was not the first time. Needless to say, this could be a problem. A big problem. I want you to think back and tell me about how long this has been going on.”

Heavy sigh. Silence.

“The sooner you talk to me the easier this will go. Have you fought with boys before?”

“Pretty much my whole life.”

“And this… face-sitting thing. Is that also something you’ve previously done?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me about the first time. Help me help you.”

“Oh all right.” Renee heaved an exasperated sigh, sat upright, breasts jiggling, and began. “ The first time, the first time…Oh yeah, I remember. There was this boy Todd that lived next door. He was a real jerk, always yelling at me and acting like he was all that. One day he came over all pissed off because he said I had squirted some water from the hose into his bedroom window. I was in my front yard and he poked me in the chest real hard with his finger.”

“And then what?”

Another sigh. “I guess I got real mad and I shoved him back. Then he started trying to wrestle me to the ground and I got him in a headlock and threw him down”

“So you chose to strike back. Responding to violence with more violence. Did you hit him?”

“No, I didn’t hit him. He tried to hit me, though, the dick. He was really mad.”

“And then?”

“I got on top of him, sitting on his chest and holding his arms down. When he tried to buck me off I kinda lurched forward and ended up on top of his face. I kind of liked it because he couldn’t yell any more. All he could say was ‘mmmmffff…mmmmffff’…. it was hilarious. So I stayed there while he was crying and squirming.”

“I see.” Dr Engel put his pen down on his tablet and tried to visualize the situation. “So you had your… crotch… sitting on his face.”

“If you mean my pussy, yeah.”

“There’s no need to be vulgar.”

“Okay then, yes. I had my crotch sitting on his face. I held him prisoner until he said he was sorry and begged me to let him up.”

“How old were you then?”

“Fifth grade, I think.”

“So, ten years old. Hmmm… And this neighbor boy, how old was he?”

“Sixteen.”

Dr Engel put down his pen again, not sure if he had heard her correctly. “Wait - the boy was how old?”

“Sixteen. He was a junior.”

Mike tapped his pen for a moment and regarded her over the top of his glasses. “You know, these sessions will go a lot smoother if you’re honest with me.”

“I am being honest!”

“You expect me to believe that at the age of ten years old you were able to subdue a sixteen-year-old boy?”

“I don’t expect anything. You asked and I told you.”

“Was he a small boy?”

“I dunno. Average, I guess. A little shorter than you.”

Dr Engel looked at her over the top of his glasses. “How was it you were able to hold him down?”

Renee shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was just stronger.”

Dr Engel looked at her, waiting for some sign that she had just been kidding. She looked at him calmly, her eyebrows raised as if waiting foe another question. He glanced briefly at her arms and legs, trying to determine if she exhibited some unusual muscular development. She did not. Although solid and firm-looking, she certainly didn’t look at all freakishly strong. If anything, she looked ultra-feminine, with a pronounced rear end, a narrow waist and high, cantaloupe-sized breasts.

“Let’s move on,” Dr Engel said, referring to his notes again. “Then there was a second incident when you were twelve years old. Why don’t you tell me about that.”

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Is this about Jeremy?”

“Let me see…. yes. That’s his name - Jeremy. What happened there? I can read the official transcript, but I’d rather hear it from you. Were you forced to defend yourself again?”

“No. That was on me, I admitted it.”

“What happened?”

Another sigh. “I was spending the night at my friend Cara’s house. She knew I had kind of a crush on Jeremy, her brother, so she dared me to go upstairs and kiss him. So I did.”

“Is that all that happened? The police report seems to have several pages.”

“All right, all right. So I go up to his room and knock on the door. He says ‘what do you want, shrimp?’ and I moved up real close to him and asked if he thought I was cute. He just laughed and kind of put his hand on my shoulder to push me away.”

“And that made you angry.”

“I suppose. I mean, he was treating me like I was some dopey little kid.”

“Then what?”

“I hooked my leg behind him and shoved him back. He tripped, fell back onto his bed and then fell on the floor, so I jumped on him, grabbed his wrist with both hands and got him in one of those MMA armbars. I held him there for a long time while he was kicking and yelling at me but I knew I couldn’t let go so I just told him I was going to keep him there until he stopped fighting me. After a while he got tired and stopped so I laid on top of him and pinned his arms to his side with my knees. Kind of like he was zipped up in a sleeping bag. Then I started kissing him."

“This made him angry, I presume.”

“Oh, hell to the yes. You see, I didn’t really know how to French kiss. I thought the objective was to get as much of your tongue as possible in the other persons mouth so I held his face still and shoved my tongue halfway down his throat. He spazzed out! He kept shaking his head back and forth and squirming so I couldn’t do that to him very well, so then I got mad and sat up. I pinned his arms under my shins and scooted forward until my pussy - excuse me, I mean crotch - was pressing down on his face. I wiggled my hips a little until I had him in a tight seal all covered up. Then I was kind of smothering him I guess.”

“You were smothering him?!”

“Yeah. I mean, I wasn’t trying to kill him or anything. I would just cover his mouth and nose until he started getting crazy then I’d lift up a little and let him breathe.”

“You covered his mouth and nose with your crotch.” Dr Engel repeated himself just to make sure he wasn’t hearing things.

“That’s what I said, didn’t I? He hated that.”

Dr Engel had paused writing, his pen hovering above the page. Gathering his composure, he continued. “Then his parents came in?”

“Yeah. The big baby was kicking so much they heard from downstairs and came up to see what was going on. They opened the door and freaked. The dad came running over and grabbed my arm and pulled me off of him while his mom was yelling at Jeremy to get up, and how could you let a seventh-grade girl do that to you and blah blah blah.”

“They were extremely upset.”

“You said it. His mom called him a wimp and then they called the police and pressed charges against me for assault and battery. Jeremy didn’t want to ‘cause he said it was too embarrassing but they made him. Then the cops came out and filled out a bunch of forms and drove me home. They said I was too young to go to jail.”

“Have you reached out to Jeremy to apologize?”

“Nah. He’s away at college anyway. He goes to Penn State.”

“Wait a minute - “ Dr Engel scanned his paperwork, his eyes flitting over the page. “How old is this Jeremy?”

“I think he was eighteen then. I don’t know how old he is now.”

Dr Engel regarded her skeptically, tapping his pen on the notebook. “Do you really expect me to believe that at the age of twelve you wrestled an eighteen year-old boy to the ground and seated yourself on his face? Humiliating him? That’s ridiculous.”

“Believe what you want, I don’t care.”

“Well, I just mean… it’s absurd! He had to have been much bigger than you were.”

“Oh, he was. I just out-wrestled him, that’s all. I’m really good at it. I watch UFC all the time. Plus, like I said, I’m really strong.”

Searching her face for signs of deception he let the silence drag on, but it had no effect on her attitude. She sat in his office chair idly twirling a strand of hair through her fingers and glancing around the office at the various plaques and photos on the walls looking bored. She was wearing a sleeveless cotton print top, a faded plaid skirt and crossed one tanned leg over the other, idly swinging her flip-flop clad foot back and forth. Dr Engel could see a flash of white panties and wanted to say something about it but decided to continue with the inquiry instead

“You’re saying you subdued a boy much older and bigger than you and held him captive in an extremely humiliating fashion. Is that your claim?”

Renee shrugged, irritation showing on her cute young face. “If you don’t want the answers don’t ask the questions.”.

Eventually Dr Engel gave up trying to get her to change her story and consulted his notes again. “Then there is the incident at the barbecue two weeks ago…”

She smirked. “I knew that would come up.”

He scanned his notes before looking up and saying, “Why don’t you walk me through what happened.”

“You have it right there. Can’t you just read it?”

“I’d rather hear it directly from you.”

“Man!” she rolled her eyes and started in. “My parents were having a cookout and there was a whole bunch of people there, a lot of noise, a lot of milling around. When it started getting dark most people drifted inside where my dad was making margaritas. I was in the back yard coming out of the garage when this guy Steve that works with my dad suddenly pops up in front of me. I could tell he was shitfaced ‘cause he was kind of weaving and slurring his words. Anyway, he starts running his hand up and down my arm telling me how pretty I am. Then he asks me how old I am. I say, “Sixteen, creep, now back off!” but he didn’t go.”

“He assaulted you?”

“Let me finish.” Renee flipped her hair back over her shoulder and frowned at the interruption. “Anyway, he was kind of making me sick so I told him to fuck off -”

“Language!”

“ - and when he went in for a hug I smacked him in the nuts.”

“Good Lord!”

“Then when he doubles over I get behind him and wrap my arm around his throat. He tries to tear my arm off but I locked my hand onto my arm muscle and with my other forearm I started pushing the back of his head forward In a perfect choke. He starts gurgling and trying to swing me around but I jump up and wrap my legs around him, lock my ankles together and start squeezing. Pretty quick he’s whirling around trying to throw me off but I hang on and keep choking and squeezing. After a couple of minutes he drops to his knees.”

“Did you… did you hurt him?”

“I wish. He’s laying wheezing like a big drunk baby and doesn’t even try to stop me when I plant my shins on his arms and slam his wrists to the ground. Now I’m sitting on him looking down and I spit in his face. That gets him all riled up and starts thrashing around again but I have too good a hold on him and he realizes he’s screwed. There’s no way he’s going to get loose unless I want him to. Then I bounce up and down on his chest a few times and start calling him names. Then I move up and sit on his face.”

“You wanted to smother him?”

“Yeah. I wanted to hurt him. I was really grinding on him.”

“For how long?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe half an hour.”

“Half an hour?! Thirty minutes?!” Astonishment was apparent in Dr Engels voice. “ Why did you sit on him so long? Was he still fighting you?”

“No, he’d given up. He realized I was kicking his ass.”

“ Why not let him leave, then?”

For the first time, Renee showed a hint of uncertainty. “I don’t think I want to talk about that.”

Now it was Dr Engels turn to sigh. “Renee, the sooner you open up, the sooner we begin to make progress and you can stop coming here. You don’t want to start all over again with another therapist do you?”

“No…Okay… listen; don’t you shrinks have to obey some kind of law about keeping stuff secret?”

“It’s called confidentiality and yes, we do. What we talk about in here stays between us. Complete and total honesty is the only way we can achieve some sort of understanding and find a positive way forward.”

“Okay.” Renee drummed her fingers on the arm of the chair and bit her bottom lip while thinking things over. “I sat on him for so long because it felt really good. Really really good.”

“You mean, physically?”

She gnawed on her lower lip some more. “Yeah. I…I..think I had an orgasm.”

Dr Engel rocked back in his office chair. He had not expected that. “You think you had an orgasm?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’m a virgin so I’m not sure, but I’ve seen enough videos to have an idea of what they look like. All I know is a wave of crazy feelings crashed down on me and I couldn’t stop humping his face. Back and forth, back and forth, rubbing my pussy all over his ---”

“Alright. I get the idea.” Dr Engel took a moment to remove his glasses and wiped them with a cloth from his top drawer. Beads of perspiration had suddenly appeared on his upper lip.

Renee watched him with an amused expression on her cute young face.

Pulling himself together, he focused a laser gaze on his notepad, avoiding eye contact with her. “Let’s talk about emotionally. How did you feel inside about what you were doing to that man?”

Renee smiled, her eyes half-closed. “Awesome. Fucking awesome. Looking down at his cheeks smushed between my bare thighs and hearing him begging me to let him go just made the orgasm stronger and stronger.”

Dr Engel coughed. “For clarification, you felt that way because you were dominating him.”

“Exactly. I wanted to start slapping him around, kicking him, yelling at him. I wanted make him cry and beg me to let him go.”

“Even though he was a grown, adult male?”

“Especially because he was a grown adult male. Knowing that I could totally dominate a grown man if I wanted to just made me feel so… horny….”

Another cough, this one sounding extremely uncomfortable, and Dr Engel flipped over a page.

“OK, let’s review what you’ve told me so far: when you were 10 years old, you beat up an 16-year-old boy. When you were 12 years old you humiliated an 18-year-old boy. And now, at 16, you’re saying you overpowered and…. and… face-humped a 34-year-old grown man.”

Renee smirked. “You asked me. I told you.”

Dr Engel gave a deep sigh. “Well, I’m not buying it. I’m not sure what little game you’re playing, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to tell the court system that you’re not cooperating.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Of course not.”

“What if I can prove it?”

“Prove it? Precisely how? Do you have video, or witnesses?”

“Don’t need it”. Her expression grew stern, her voice cold. “I can prove it by sitting on your fucking face.”

Instantly red-faced, Dr Engel sat upright and spoke harshly.“Listen to me young lady. That sort of language is highly inappropriate---”

“I can yank you right out of that chair, throw you to the ground and lower my pussy right, there,” she said, reaching out with a forefinger across his desk and pointing it directly at his upper lip.

He was blinking rapidly and now sweating profusely from every pore. This sort of patient revolt had never happened to him before. And the fact that he was being threatened by a teenage girl made it even more unnerving. “See here,“ he blustered, “You can’t speak to me like that-”

“Stop me,” she said. She was leaning forward, her firm young breasts swelling against her tight cotton top, her gaze disturbingly direct. “Pick me up and carry me out. You’re a big strong man, surely you can handle a mere girl, a sophomore in high school. Get up, tough guy. Teach me a lesson.”

Dr Engel sat in silence, the tick of his office clock the only sound as the silence lengthened. Her gaze bored into him, unblinking, her clear white cornea surrounding china-blue eyes.

Finally, attempting to change the subject, he cleared his throat and spoke. “You know, you almost sound like the definition of a classic dominatrix.”

Renee leaned forward in her chair, her eyes suddenly shiny with excitement. “I know, right? I Wiki’d it and read what that shit’s all about. It sounds amaaaazing… wait, are you into that whole S&M scene? Is that why you’re suddenly all nervous?”

“That’s enough,” Dr Engel cleared his throat. ”Renee, I think we need to call a halt right here.”

“You are, aren’t you? You’d probably love it if I began slapping you around. How about spanking? You like that too?”

“That’s enough.” Dr Engel carefully set down his legal pad, trying to keep his hands from shaking. “You’re going to have to leave now.”

“Because you know I’ll kick your ass? How about if I sit on you and slap you around like you were a 10-year-old boy? How is that going to look in your report?” Her hands gripped the arms of her chair, knuckles whitening, leaning forward and looking for all the world as if she about to spring up and attack him at any moment.

Dr Engel took a deep breath and tried to put things back on track. “I’m not going to engage in this silly back and forth bantering and I’m certainly not going to engage in any physical confrontation --- “

Renee interrupted him. “We have forty minutes left on our session, Dr Mike. That seems just about perfect.” She slid forward in her chair. “I think I’m going to grab the back of your head and jam your face right into that little dark valley between my legs…”

“Stop it! Stop this immediately!”

“Then I’m going to hump your face like a cowgirl on a mechanical bull ...”

“Stop!” Dr Engel realized his voice sounded weak and quavery but at this point he didn’t care. He just wanted this little hellion out of his office.

“Why should I?”

She started to rise and Dr Engel felt a growing tide of panic threaten to engulf him.“I’ll yell for help!”

“Go ahead. Then when someone comes in I’ll start crying and tell them you tried to touch me. You tried to molest me! Who do you think they’ll believe - you or the hot teenage girl?”

“No…no…wait…”

Renee rose to her feet and casually stretched, her firm, taut body on full display as she brought her arms up over her head, watching his face as she proudly displayed her amazing figure. “You going to stand up or am I going to have to drag you out of that chair?”

She walked around the edge of the desk and stood looming over him with her hands on her hips, her breasts at eye level as he tried to roll his chair back. She smirked when she saw him glance involuntarily at her chest. Men were so predictable.

Dr Engel was in full panic mode now. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel so weak, so afraid? Shouldn’t he be the one in charge? The way she was standing over him as though she were utterly confident that she could overpower him and throw him to the ground - it was ridiculous! He should get up right now and physically move her out of his office.

But what if he couldn’t? What if she was as strong as she said she was? What if she actually could overpower him? What if she was stronger than he was? What if she did exactly what she said she would do?

He suddenly realized he was terrified. Terrified of what she would do to him, terrified of what would happen if someone found out she was dominating him, and terrified of her reaction when she proved herself capable of making him subservient. What would she do then? Would she hurt him? Would she somehow… enslave him? Would she, would she…kill him?

The busty little teen looked at him utterly devoid of any doubt. “Well?”

Dr Engel felt his confidence leaking out of him like a popped balloon. “No!, No! Stop - “

“Get out of that chair and get down on your knees!”

“I’m begging you…”

She smirked again. “That’s good, I like begging. Beg me some more.”

“Please…please…”

Renee threw her head back and laughed. She had never felt so powerful, so…so…alive. She couldn’t wait to sit on his face! And spanking! Maybe she’d spank him! She laughed again.

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In the outside waiting room Renee’s parents sat on an uncomfortable vinyl sofa and flipped through months-old People magazines. Renee’s father heard a peculiar sound, a muted sound like a…a… scream. He looked over at is wife, who looked back with widened eyes.

“Oh no,” she said, “Is that noise what I think it is?”

Her husband closed his magazine and looked down at the tattered pages, sighing heavily. “Yeah,” he said.

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[kendawg]

You continue to write great stories. I’d love to meet Renee, maybe.....lol. She sounds amazing and scary at the same time. Thank you for being an inspiration with your stories

[baller2242]

Guess he's lucky he hasn't sound proofed his office for extra security otherwise he might have had to suffer the full 40 minutes under the new master of his universe.

Glad you found the inspiration to get back to writing, your stories are always entertaining.

[fatalfinish]

He's back!!!

[GuyIncognito]

So glad to have you back!! Love it

[mixfightor]

I know you said that you have lost your ability to write, mate, but from where I am sitting it doesn't look like you've lost a damned thing. I really enjoyed this story. It was an excellent premise, perfect for developing the character of Renee and her stuffy, self important psychiatric analyst. I for one would love to see it continue. Thank you and welcome back, mate.

[Valeron]

Oh, you write again! Thank you!

[andy857]

Thanks boyandy for this excellent story, i hope it continues?

[boyandy]

Hey, thanks guys! I really liked writing that. Baller2242, loved that comment;" Guess he's lucky he hasn't sound proofed his office for extra security otherwise he might have had to suffer the full 40 minutes under the new master of his universe. "

Ha! Maybe, like Bo says; "I got my mojo workin'"

[honeryx]

Originally Posted by boyandy [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

Hey, thanks guys! I really liked writing that. Baller2242, loved that comment;" Guess he's lucky he hasn't sound proofed his office for extra security otherwise he might have had to suffer the full 40 minutes under the new master of his universe. "

Ha! Maybe, like Bo says; "I got my mojo workin'"

I can't think of a better way for him to do his professional duty than spending every week under her.