Life Under Denise: Part 2
Author: Wolfman Sid
It 's been 16 years since the end of part one. My niece Adele is now at college, my younger sister is divorced, and I 'm homeless due to my parents selling up and moving to Spain to retire. Denise is now 43 and lives in the house on her own; she works at a bar most days. After finding out about my parents she invited me to stay with her for company more than anything else I think.
Anyway, I moved in and everything seemed normal. It 's been four weeks since I moved in with Denise. One day, while she was at work I got myself some beers and watched a few DVDs. Around midnight, Denise came home; she was dressed in a UK schoolgirl outfit. It was theme night and the staff dressed as schoolgirls for charity. Her outfit was amazing, tight short grey skirt, black tights, white blouse, and knee high boots.
"Jeez," she began, "what a night! I need a drink."
She took a seat and opened a bottle of wine. We started to chat and she brought up the old days about her divorce and stuff. She stood up to get an ashtray for her cigarette when she suddenly let out a really loud fart.
"Oh my god! Did I just fart Paul?" She asked, laughing. "Remember when you were my fart slave for me and Liz and a few other of my friends?
I laughed, "Yes I do; my nose reminds me."
Denise laughed out loud, "You loved it!"
"Okay, maybe a little," I replied, my smile giving me away.
Denise was becoming more and more drunk and her legs were opening as she relaxed more and more. By this point, I could see her panties through her tights.
"Hey! Little bro you looking up my skirt?" She asked laughing.
"Erm...no Denise."
"I think you want to relive an old game we had, eh Paul?"
"Erm...well Denise, I don 't know."
"The bulge in your pants says you do," she said laughing heartily.
I was very embarrassed at this point.
"Paul," Denise said, " I want to sit on your face again and fart. Are you up for it?"
I looked at her. "Damn, Denise. Sure."
I lied down on the floor
"Face up so my bum sits squarely on your face," she ordered.
I did as I was instructed and she sat, full weight, on my face.
"Now breathe in slave! Breathe in through my skirt and get my bum smells!" She ordered.
"Okay, Denise," I said, submissively.
After about fifteen minutes of hardly any air, Denise stood up and lifted up her tight skirt and sat back down on my face in just her tights and panties. My nose was buried deeply in her ass. Her bum was sweaty and kind of strong smelling. Then she let out a huge fart which smelled like rotten eggs.
"Inhale now fart slave! Get that fart in your lungs! Don 't waste any you worm!"
Denise had changed over the years; I could tell she was now totally in charge of me. I seemed like a toy years ago and it all seemed like fun but now she was totally serious about this.
After about thirty minutes, she got up.
"Paul, if you 're going to live here I want you to be my slave as in seat and fart slave. You will inhale every fart I pass and every time I sit down you will be my chair. If you can 't handle that I suggest you leave the house now.
I looked at her totally shocked and felt her complete seriousness.
"Sleep on it, little bro," she said with a sly smile as she walked out of the room.
We both went to bed. I woke up and came downstairs. Denise was in just her night shirt and panties drinking coffee.
"So, did you think about my offer?" She asked.
"Yes, I want to be your slave Denise."
She laughed, "Good. I have to go to work soon but Caitlin is coming around Adele 's mate. She 's going to slave sit you so be a good slave and get on the floor for her."
I did as I was told. Then Denise, in just her pale blue cotton panties, sat on my face again.
"Now smell slave, smell my bum! I want you to worship my fart."
"Okay," I muffled.
She let out a fart which smelled awful, a lot like cabbage. I turned my head away.
Denise growled angrily," We 're going to have to do something about you moving your head and not smelling up property.
She got up and came back with some tape which she put over my mouth.
"Now slave, you have no choice but to breathe in the farts."
She left me there on the floor while she got dressed upstairs. Just as she was coming down, all ready for work, there was a knock at the door.
"Hi Denise!" Caitlin said, excitably.
Caitlin walked into where I was. Damn, she looked no older than twelve but she as apparently seventeen. She was wearing skintight jeans and a blouse.
"This is your seat slave hun. Remember, he 's just a chair; fart on him, do what you want.
"Okay," she replied, giggling.
Denise then left for work. Caitlin seemed shy and did nothing for the first two hours. I seemed to be off the hook I thought.
The door bell rang and in came three other girls, Caitlin 's friends, Jodie, Charlotte, and Julie. They looked down at me and laughed. Caitlin put a cushion on my head and sat right down on it. I could barely breathe.
Julie was wearing riding pants, very tight ones.
"Is he really a fart and seat slave?" Julie asked.
"Yep," Caitlin replied.
Julie wasted no time in taking a seat fully down on my face.
"Mmmm, comfy seat," she said.
I started to smell her bum. It had a very strong scent.
"Oh my god Caitlin! I am going to fart," she said laughing.
The girls cheered and Jodie and Caitlin held my head firm. Julie pressed her bum down hard on my face and blasted a real good fart out. I started to inhale and damn I loved it. I knew my life was to be a chair and seat for my darling sister Denise and anybody else who wanted to use me.