“Please Jake, we need a guy,” Natalie begged, her coffee cup clattering down on its saucer, “We can’t go otherwise.”

She touched her pouting lips, shuffled on her chair and recrossed her legs. She twisted her head to create waves of long dark hair and hoped that the freckles on her nose and her tendency to giggle weren’t taking away from her practised look.

“If I come,” Jake replied slowly, holding out a stern finger, “You and I must not…”

“No, of course not! There will be heaps of guys there.”

“And don’t tell your brother.”

Jake studied Natalie’s excited face. She was his friend’s younger sister and a girl that had seemingly had a permanent crush on him. Natalie was now twenty-three and good-looking but to Jake, she was still Ben’s little sister. Just being seen with her would get him angst from his friends.

“So, you’ll come then?” Natalie babbled with a flash of perfect white teeth. Anytime spent with Jake was a bonus, especially if it gave her a chance to get close to him in the dark. She put down her cup, more gently this time, sat up straight and brushed her long dark hair back behind her ears in an attempt to look older.

“Okay.” The place did intrigue him, and at least he should be safe from Natalie’s attention. Here was a woman who seemed out of her depth in any bar, let alone one where women sat on guys’ faces.

The Facesitting bar had developed a cult reputation in the few weeks since it had been open. Seats had to be booked in both senses of the word. For women, it offered cheap drinks and the chance to enjoy an illicit thrill in a discrete, all-female environment. For men, the proposition was less clear.

*

Jake walked down the short flight of steps and in through a discrete metal door. Natalie waited for the door to shut firmly behind him, before swaying on her black heels and hurrying over to the bar’s main entrance.

At his entrance, Jake was met by a curvy blonde woman dressed provocatively in a short black leather dress.

“Guest of Natalie?” Jake said uncertainly.

“Guest?” the woman laughed, amused by the good-looking guy’s choice of words.

Fuck, why had he repeated Natalie’s euphemism?

“Natalie’s ‘guest’ will spend the evening over here,” the woman chuckled again as she pointed to one of the six coffin-shaped steel boxes that ran along one side of the small room.

“Where’s the bar?” Jake asked.

“The other side of this wall. Girl’s only. Sorry.”

“And the way out?”

“Locked.”

The woman tapped her stiletto heel impatiently as Jake climbed warily into his box. He lay down on his back with his head resting on the shaped foam that prevented him from turning his head. His neck squeezed between vertical bars, effectively separating his head from the rest of his body.

“I assume you will be paying for your host's drink?” she checked.

Jake had barely pulled his wallet from his jeans pocket when the woman whisked it from his hand. She pulled out his credit card, brushing against his erection as she eased it back into his pocket.

“How much?” Jake asked.

“Sweetie, when you see the position you’ll be in, you’ll want to be generous.”

The woman then produced a short length of heavy chain, a large padlock and a metal plaque emblazoned with the Facesitting bar’s pink logo of two stylised cheeks.

“For identification, while you’re on the premises,” she explained, padlocking the chain and plaque around Jake’s neck with the plaque now resting against his Adam’s apple.

“Branded with your logo?” Jake observed, “Good way to advertise.”

“Natalie has the key to unlock this.”

“What?” Jake grimaced, “I wasn’t planning to see Nat.”

“Great! Then you’ll be a permanent advertisement,” the woman laughed.

Jake looked on as she lowered the metal lid down on top of him, leaning forward with her weight until the lid clunked into place. Jake was now enclosed in a tight metal coffin with only his face protruding through a hole in the lid. It was a tight fit with a strong smell of leather from the surrounding red padded seat.

The woman smoothed her dress and sat down on his metal lid, “The benefits of curves,” she smiled sheepishly, “No one gets out.”

“You look good,” Jake stuttered.

The woman smiled back, delighted by the compliment, “Maybe later?”

“If I’m still here,” Jake stammered, not wanting to offend the seemingly enormous thighs and hips that loomed above his lowly position.

The woman pulled a single key from her bra, reached down and locked his steel box before replacing the key between her breasts, “You’ll still be here, sweetie,” she teased.

“Now listen up boys,” the woman called addressing all six boxes.

Her fishnet tights straddled Jake’s box and she tapped the side with her shoe to ensure she had everyone’s attention, “This is ladies’ night! Any complaint from any woman and these boxes really will be your coffins. Your box will be taken out of circulation and probably not unlocked until the morning.”

The woman then stood up on Jake’s box and stepped from box to box, her shoes starling each occupant, “Your only purpose is to please the girls… and remember, ‘please’ can mean different things to different girls. Just use your intuition, boys. Any questions?”

There was silence from the six men, all now terrified of the roomful of women next door.

The blonde woman sat back down, spun her hips and landed on the floor, “Seriously boys, facesitting is a beautiful thing. The soft erotic touch, the contact with a beautiful friend or maybe a stranger, and the thrill of control and submission. So be giving and enjoy!” 

The woman then slid each box forward on its wheels until the ends containing the men’s heads pushed through holes in the wall and protruded into the adjacent room. The boxes matched the other chairs, completing the seating arrangements in the elegant bar.

The room was faintly lit, with most light coming from spots that shone directly into the faces of the smother box occupants. Jake screwed up his eyes and listened to the mix of music and cries of excitement that echoed around the crowded bar.

He could feel a woman sitting on one side of his smother box, the warmth of her bare thigh against his cheek. The thigh lifted, momentarily blocking the spotlight to give him a glimpse of white lingerie between round buttocks before her cheeks touched down and everything went dark. The bottom wriggled before settling in with his nose between her legs.

*

It was late in the evening when Jake staggered back out through the discrete entrance and quickly ducked out of sight into the nearest alleyway. He looked at his reflection in the shop window. His zipped jacket covered the provocative plaque with the buttocks logo, but he could still see parts of the heavy security chain.

He pulled out his phone and dialled, “Nat, pick up!” he mouthed as he called his friend’s little sister.

*

Jake arrived first and took a seat at the back of the bar. He looked around, strangely disappointed to be in a traditional bar with no one was sitting on anyones' faces. “Please Nat, hurry up,” he mouthed repeatedly as he waited. Twenty minutes later she arrived, skipping across the bar and slipping onto the barstool next to him.

“Oh wow,” Natalie breathed in hushed tones as she kissed his cheek.

Jake’s face was still red, slightly chafed and marked with faint lines from various items of clothing that had been pressed into his flesh. He looked dazed and was clinging to his beer.

“Nat, I need the key.”

“Let me see it?” she giggled.

Jake huddled closer and unzipped his jacket just enough to show her the blatant female buttocks chained around his neck. Natalie’s laugh made the barman look across. Jake quickly zipped himself up and looked down in embarrassment.

“It’s at my flat,” Natalie whispered, her eyes blinking nervously.

Jake shook his head, seeing all too well where Natalie wanted to take this.

“Well, given our evening so far…” Natalie mouthed, her blue eyes big and hopeful.

“Did you see me in there?”

Her hair ruffled as she nodded.

Jake eyed her warily. “I take it we didn’t…?”

Natalie sighed in a waveringly throaty voice, “Please can I have a drink?”

Jake looked alarmed, now completely lost as to what this woman may have done to him. He stared down at her grey flared mini-skirt and strong thighs, crossed and clenched tightly on the black leather bar stool.

“Recognise anything?” she whispered. Her lips were trembling.

Jake shook his head.

“Maybe you were inside?”

“Nat!” Jake tried to sound angry, but he was becoming increasingly captivated by this crazy woman.

Jake stared again. A couple of women had sat on him in jeans and skirts, but mostly he had felt skin-on-skin contact, with the occasional strip of silk or satin between them.

“Do you wish that we had touched?” Natalie breathed, fidgeting nervously on her stool and almost wobbling off.

Jake had to know.

“What are you wearing underneath?”

“You can’t ask a girl that!” Natalie smiled coyly, “…but they are a little damp.”

“Nat!”

“You asked.”

Fuck, he had just asked about his friend’s sister's pants and now his cock was aching.

He thought back. One woman had sat on him in Lycra underwear. The heat from his breathe had soaked in and she had seemed delighted to slide around on his face. He could still smell her scent.

“Nat, I don’t think you would do that.”

Natalie smiled a little condescendingly as she picked up the small teddy bear mascot from the bar, leaned to one side and pushed it beneath her skirt. She sat back upright and rolled her hips back and forth, feeling its crushed form beneath her.

“Fuck,” Jake mouthed.

“You and he can compare notes later.”

“No way, Nat.”

This was starting to become all too real. One woman had rocked on him, just like Natalie was doing to the bear. That woman had pulled aside her thong and forced him to lick her, and in the dark intoxicating atmosphere of the bar, he had obliged.

“Nat, I need to know!”

Natalie hiccupped and pointed at her empty glass.

“Please, Nat.”

Fuck, if she was to tell her brother, it would be a story he would never live down. Surely, she hadn’t forced him to kiss her vagina, but then she was still sitting on the bar’s mascot and she was now staring at his obvious erection.

Jake looked away and quickly ordered more drinks.

“Are you jealous of the teddy?” she asked, touching his bulging lap.

He turned to find Natalie’s lips only inches away. Brown hair, blue eyes and freckles that somehow, he had never noticed before.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Jake replied, his hand on hers.

“Why? I love your touch?” Natalie uncrossed her thighs and slid a trembling hand inside her skirt, “I had you there,” she could barely believe her own breathless voice.

“Nat?”

“Well, you were never going to touch me,” her hand dove deeper under her skirt.

“Which one were you?”

Natalie smiled shyly as she leaned to one side. Her short skirt had ridden up and the teddy was sandwiched between her skin and the black leather bar stool. She eased out the flat toy and handed it to Jake.

Alcohol and nervous energy were getting to her, so she consoled herself with memories of the amazing evening. It had been so awkward being the only woman in the bar that wasn’t with a group of friends, but nothing mattered as she saw Jake’s blinking eyes looking up from the seat. Within seconds she had spun on her heels, flicked up the soft grey fabric of her skirt and snuggled down.

They had fitted together so well, moulding together as one as she engulfed her crush. Years of not being noticed melted away as she finally owned her man. He had started to kiss her, tickling the front of her special new white silk lingerie. It fired something completely overpowering within her. His lips had as good as pushed inside her panties and she was only helping him when she had eased them to the side, and she had been shaking with excitement, wobbling on her feet ever since.

But after a few precious minutes, they had all been told to move tables. She had watched distraught as some bitch had played with Jake. Natalie had frozen, crossing her arms and legs and almost suffocating the poor man at her new table.

“Nat, I need the key,” Jake interrupted, still holding the mascot.

She blinked at him blankly.

“Please, Nat?” The woman slowly came to life as he held her hand, “Let me take you home.”

Jake wrapped his arm around the exhausted woman and guided her towards the door and along the short walk to Natalie’s small flat.

“I don’t know what happened in there,” Jake whispered, “but I almost hope we touch.”

“Really?”

“And I’m quite happy to be branded with a picture of a bottom. Especially if it’s your bottom.”

Jake watched Natalie unlock her front door, and then followed her inside and up the steep narrow stairs to her flat. He made some coffee for them both and joined Natalie on the kitchen stools.

“Every time I see you sit down… I get excited,” he smiled.

Natalie smiled, uncrossing her bare legs and swivelling to face him. “Every time I look at you, I can feel you down there…”

Jake leaned closer to kiss her lips for the first time, yet it felt strange as if she was already his lover. As he tentatively touched her thigh, she pulled her skirt higher, willing him closer.

“What did you do to me in there?” he mouthed.

Jake hugged her tighter, pulling her to her feet to press his body against hers. The closer he came, the more she came to life, biting gently on his lip and pushing her tongue deeper. They collapsed to the sofa, Natalie sitting astride his waist, toying with the Facesitting bar logo still padlocked around Jake’s neck.

“Nat, I really need the key, before I go.”

“I don’t have it,” Natalie breathed with adoring eyes.

“Yes, you do!”

She shook her head defiantly.

“Nat, I can’t walk around branded like this.”

“Well, meet me tomorrow at our special bar and we’ll see...”

*

In the wintery sunlight of the next morning, the thrill of the Facesitting bar seemed like a distant memory. Natalie waited nervously at the park, perched on the wall in her black puffer jacket, blue jeans and trainers. Her nerves jangled as Jake approached, unable to believe what they had done together the night before.

“Yes, it really happened,” Jake smiled, unwrapping his scarf to reveal the depiction of a female bum padlocked around his neck.

“You’re still wearing it?” Natalie grinned, she seemed to take it as a compliment.

“That’s how far my hacksaw got last night,” Jake replied, pointing to a slight scratch on one of the heavy steel links.

“The key…” she whispered.

“…is at your flat, yes I know.”

Natalie looked younger without the makeup of the day before, and the pop socks, ponytail and freckles gave her air at odds with Jake’s memory from the bar. As Jake’s attention turned to her jean covered hips, Natalie leaned to the side, lifting one cheek to reveal the crushed teddy bear from the bar.

“You left it when we kissed last night,” she whispered.

“I see you kept it company.”

Natalie nodded, she could feel herself blushing, at least Jake didn’t know that the small bear had spent the night inside her nightie. She rolled her hips back down, flattening the small bear once more.

“Fuck, Nat,” Jake breathed, his erection caught up in his designer jeans, “That bear seems to act like a voodoo doll.”

Natalie smiled. If only that had been true last night. She swung her pop socks and trainers innocently against the wall, as both the crushed bear and Jake’s mind performed imaginary oral sex beneath her tightly stitched up jeans.

“Let’s walk,” Jake insisted, taking Natalie’s slim hand and pulling her to her feet. Their lips came close, but both were unsure what to do. They smiled shyly as Jake rescued the small bear from the wall only to discover that Natalie had padlocked a small chain around its neck too.

“That’s cute,” Jake laughed.

He looked back up at Natalie who was now running a small silver key between her discretely glossed lips.

“Is that my key? Jake asked.

Natalie grinned provocatively as she dropped the key inside the front of her jeans.

“I guess we both need to keep you close,” Jake whispered, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her into his body as they kissed.

He looked back at the bear with a shake of his head and laughed. Its tiny neck was crushed by the short chain that she had wrapped tightly around three times and padlocked in place.

“You’re a dangerous woman, Natalie.”

“He tried to resist me,” she replied in a breathless whisper.

“Did he?” Jake smiled, “And now his key is…”

“Gone,” she mouthed as she stole the bear from Jake’s grip and stuffed it headfirst into the front pocket of her jeans.

“Not helpful, Nat,” he winced, adjusting his entangled erection while staring distractedly at the padded feet protruding helplessly from Natalie’s tight jeans.

“Would you like me to tell you what’s he’s doing in there?” she teased, watching Jake’s lips closely in the hope of another kiss.

“Stop it, Nat!”

Natalie just giggled as he took her hand and led her through the park.

*

Jake and Natalie sat down to eat at the café, but the conversation kept pausing as they watched each other, memories of the night before playing out through their eyes. Jake pulled his stool closer, studying her expression as they kissed. He slid his hand up her leg and squeezed it down between her warm denim-covered thighs.

“I can’t stop thinking about yesterday,” he whispered.

“There’s so much more I could do to you next time,” she replied.

“And you look so innocent...”

She shook her head with waves of blow-dried brown hair, “I’m not.”

Jake pushed deeper between her thighs until he touched the bear’s crush nose that just peeked out from beneath her butt.

“I should report you to Amnesty,” he whispered, “Bear cruelty.”

“I’ll do a prisoner exchange,” Natalie breathed, her glossed lips twitching.

“You want to condemn me to being trapped, crushed and pleading for breath?” Jake mouthed the words slowly, watching the effect they were having on her body and her slowly blinking blue eyes.

“You’ll become part of me…” Natalie could almost feel his warm breath on her naked vagina.

“I won’t be able to kiss your lips from down there.”

“Oh yes, you will.”

Jake kissed her again, a strange confidence was brimming in her lust-filled eyes. Her lips were parted and her breathing heavy with soft shrill moans. Natalie raised her eyebrows and trembled as she touched her own lips.

“Yeah, I am kind of jealous of the bear,” Jake smiled.

“He has only one purpose in life,” Natalie mouthed, thrusting her hips against the bear.

“And that will be my life?”

“Until I release you… which I may never do,” Natalie could feel her whole body lighting up as she wrapped her hands around Jake’s wrist and squeezed her legs together to ensure that Jake’s hand couldn’t escape from between her thighs.

*

Jake and Natalie were the first people to arrive at the Facesitting bar. Natalie once again waited until Jake was safely inside and the heavy metal door had clanked closed behind him. She knew he would be waiting for her, the bar having a reputation of persuading guys not to back out from their female serving obligations.

The curvy blonde woman again greeted Jake.

“Oh, it's ‘Natalie’s guest’,” she smiled, her large thighs curving out from beneath a white mini rara skirt only slightly less intimidating than the leather she wore the night before.

“It’s Jake,” Jake replied, hoping her nickname for him might change.

“I think it’s, Natalie’s ‘bitch’!” the woman exclaimed, seeing the chain and plaque still firmly padlocked around his neck, “Now why would Natalie be mean enough to keep you in that chain?”

“Too busy being wined, dined and spoilt?” Jake suggested.

“No. Girls usually like that,” the woman replied, “Maybe you didn’t give her want she wanted?”

“She got what she wanted,” Jake smiled smugly.

The woman rolled her eyes. Arrogant men didn’t always fare too well in her bar, “You know, we have a special box in the bar for unwanted keys,” she smiled, taking slipping her hand around Jake’s chain, “It’s called the bin.”

Jake climbed into the box, his head tilting slightly forward on the shaped foam, as he waited for the curvy woman to close his lid. Once again, she locked it with the magical key that appeared and disappeared from between her breasts.

“Shall I teach you how to serve?” she asked.

The voluptuous woman placed one foot on either side of his head and rocked her hips to the slow rhythm in her head as she sat down. Her skirt was so short that Jake’s face slipped straight beneath it, to be met with her warm satin panties. The room fell quiet as his mumbled words and breath were lost to the world beneath.

She slid backwards to reveal dazed eyes, “Lick,” she whispered.

Completely intimidated by her position, he followed her instructions precisely, pushing out his tongue, touching and flicking as she directed. Slower, faster, he followed exactly as the moans above him grew louder and the woman’s body trembled until she climaxed.

Wow, Natalie hadn’t reacted like that and it felt wonderful to be part of such genuine delight. He wanted to look up and enjoy the moment with her, but her large thighs closed on him like a privacy screen.

“Honour Natalie like that,” she breathed, “and maybe I’ll get my chain back.”

*

Jake felt his box move and the lights in the bar shine down into his eyes. Again, he gasped, both thrilled and terrified, totally vulnerable to whoever was waiting for him in the bar.

Within seconds everything went black as he was plunged back into the silk and flesh underworld. Natalie’s soft curves had a way of sealing in completely as she sunk down lovingly onto his face.

“Nat?” he mouthed silently, nothing more than a gentle vibration through her flesh.

He was now the bear, effectively an inanimate object until she let him go. She shifted slightly, but only to ease her lingerie to the side so he could slide further between her cheeks. She was teasing him, tensing and releasing her glute muscles, twisting his face into strange shapes. She seemed to now have him where she wanted him, and she relaxed her body to settle down even closer.

Finally, she shuffled back and opened her legs a little so see Jake’s blinking eyes looked up from between her warm thighs. She leaned forward, long dark hair hanging down over her shiny blue dress.

“Do you like my new dress?” she whispered excitedly, “And my new panties…”

Jake grinned; her excitement was contagious.

“Don’t we fit well?” she beamed, “Your nose just there!”

The sultry and sensual woman of that morning had burst into life.

Jake stretched out his tongue, catching the seam of her white silk lingerie and exploring her shaved crotch inside. He flicked up as the curvy woman had instructed, drawing a cry of delight from Natalie. He repeated his move until Natalie tried to slow her growing arousal by sliding forward and sitting bolt upright on his face.

She glanced down at the frantic moans beneath her and lifted herself up to break the flesh seal between them, “Sorry,” she whispered huskily, sliding back to reveal one of Jake’s eyes blinking up between her thighs, “Do that thing you did again…”

She spread her legs to let Jake run his tongue across her vagina. She leaned forward to feel his lips against her. Alone in the bar, she pushed herself into him, willing him deeper and closer as she climaxed. Her whole body was on a high, her glutes, her thighs and core muscles gently releasing and floating down to meld with Jake’s face.

She gently sipped at her cocktail as she tried to stop her body from trembling. She was infatuated by Jake and the amazing high he had given her. She shifted slightly and cracked open her thighs to free his lips.

“I can’t see you, Nat,” Jake panted, again wanting to share the moment with the woman.

“Blinded by my beauty,” Natalie giggled.

She sipped her drink again and waited for a few minutes before exclaiming in a hushed whisper, “Wow, look at that!”

“What? Where?”

She giggled silently. This was so much fun!

*

An hour later and Natalie still hadn’t moved. She had pulled her dress down over her thighs, leaving Jake inside a hot and sultry cavern. He was desperately trying to obey her command of giving her one thousand kisses, but every time she moved or talked to him, he lost count and had to start again.

Natalie wasn’t the only one sexually exhausted. Jake’s cock was aching from repeated masturbation and his damp tissues did little as he blindly tried to wipe himself clean inside his box. He had to break this woman’s spell before he lost control completely. He fumbled to button up his jeans and attempted to reason with the sex bunny on his face.

“Natalie?” he panted, fittingly using the full name for the woman who could control his world with just a flick of her hips, “Can I take you to dinner?”

“What about the prisoner swap?” she smouldered, “You sacrificed yourself for the bear.”

“I’ll go down on you at the restaurant,” Jake pleaded, unable not to touch himself again as he moaned desperately into her immovable body.

Natalie pulled back her dress, widened her legs and grinned self-consciously through perfect white teeth, “I just can’t stop shaking.”

“Me too.”

“I’ve had too many cocktails.”

“Let me spoil you some more, Nat.”

“Can I shower first?” she asked timidly, “I’m a little…wet.”

She stood up and eased her dress back into place around her glowing thighs. She felt dizzy, steadying herself on the box as she crouched down to kiss him. She wobbled back onto her feet and again pulled the pesky blue fabric back down over her thighs. She hiccupped, giggled and slinked away.

*

Jake felt his box roll back through the wall and back into the room with the curvy and increasingly amorous blonde.

“Natalie’s guest,” she smiled.

“Thanks for the lesson,” Jake replied.

“So, we have a happy and satisfied Natalie?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” Jake replied smugly.

“Is that why she’s given instructions for you to stay locked up in your box?”

“What?”

The woman read from her phone, “Natalie box locked. Await further instructions.”

“What? Why?” Jake cried in disbelief. He pointlessly tried to prise open his lid, stopping only when the short white skirt sat down on the edge of his box.

“Natalie wants you to wait for her,” the woman whispered, edging closer, her thigh warm against his cheek, “Do you really want to disappoint her?”

“Of course not,” Jake replied.

“Good. Just think how happy she’ll be knowing that you’ve given up your freedom for her.”

Jake’s distracted eyes had already wandered up the woman’s curvy legs and up inside her dress, and by the time he realised it was too late.

“Naughty,” she reprimanded, lifting her skirt, swinging her hips and sitting squarely on his face.

*

Natalie skipped home and showered. Even the hot water couldn’t quell her excitement. She dressed in fresh underwear and then squeezed back into the same short blue dress with the same beads around her neck. She slipped on her black jacket and hurried back to the bar.

The street was empty as she knocked on the metal door and was led inside the men’s entrance by the blonde woman. Jake stared up, excited to see the only woman with the authority to unlock his box.

“Nat, why are you here?”

“I thought we could try one of their other services,” she replied, stepping with her pantyhose covered legs in an attempt to warm up.

“Other services?” Jake asked.

The curvy woman appeared with a bunch of keys, “We chain lovers together…”