Life Under Denise
by Wolfman Sid

PART 1

My story begins at age 15 when I used to stay at my sister Denise's house. She enjoyed
my help around and house and with her two year old daughter, especially when her
husband was away for weeks at a time for his work. After the work was finished for the
day, the two of us, Denise and I, would relax on the couch and watch television. Quite
often, she would unexpectedly move next to me and blow a fart. I always gave her a
disgusted look and held my nose; she would just laugh uproariously.

After a while I started to enjoy this but I definitely did not want Denise to know, who
know what she'd think? On one day in particular, Denise farted on the couch and
immediately got up to refresh her drink. The urge was too great for me to control so I
raced to the spot where she had dropped her bomb and sniffed the patch of cloth like
crazy. I must have gotten carried away because when I lifted my head I was greeted with
my sister standing there, her arms crossed. She smiled at the sight.

"Hmm..," she said, "Do I get the feeling you enjoy the smells from my bottom, Paul?"

"Erm...no...I mean, I was just...," I said, frantically, trying to rationalize what I was doing.

"Say no more, little bro," she said, laughing. "If you like the smells from my bottom I am
sure we can work something out."

I just looked at her, perplexed.

"Now lie down on the floor and take your glasses off," she demanded.

I, nervously, did as I was told.

Denise stood over me in her very tight denim skirt and from this position I could see her
white knickers showing. My eyes went wide as she lowered her bottom right onto my
face.

She sighed, comfortably. "Does that feel good, Paul?" She asked, mockingly as she
laughed.

After about ten minutes of her sitting on my face, It became increasingly difficult breathe.
"I have something for you," Denise said, and with that my sister raised her bum slightly
and fired a loud and lengthy fart onto my face. "I wanna feel you inhaling it," Denise
ordered.

I complied with her order. The smell was very sour but not too terrible. After a few
seconds, she then got off my face.

I looked at her with eyes of longing for more.

Denise laughed, "Don't worry, little bro. There are more where that came from."

The next day, Denise called me at my house asking me to come and stay over for the
night. I agreed to it without hesitation.

"Hey, Paul," Denise said when she opened the door. She held my niece who was acting
fussy. "I'm just gonna put this one to bed, come on in."

I did so as Denise walked down the hall to the baby's room. I watched her walk away in
her skintight leggings. They were so tight that you could see her panty line.

I moved into the living room and soon my sister joined me there.

"Okay, Paul. Lie down, big sis wants to relax on your face," She said, sternly.

"Erm...okay."

I laid myself down on floor and she immediately sat down on my face. My nose pressed
firmly against the material of her tight leggings. The smell of her bottom order was
strong, sweaty and somewhat like shit.

"Oh man, what a day it's been. The baby just would not calm down today, I was chasing
her all over the house but finally I get to have some time to myself and my favorite
chair," she said, laughing slightly.

I said nothing.

After several minutes of silence, Denise laughed again, "Inhale this, Paul."

She released a real loud fart that went up my nose. I started inhaling it deeply. I could
actually feel myself being turned on by her fart, even after the scent had mostly
diminished. She remained on my face for several minutes.

There was a knock at the door. Denise got up, off my face, and went to answer the door. I
lifted my head so I could see who it was. I caught a glimpse of my sister's neighbor, Liz. I
had met her a few times before. She was about 24 years old with an average build. She
wasn't all that attractive but she was into the gothic look with the all black clothing and
the stripped pantyhose, all that jazz. I lifted my hand in a wave to Liz who stood in the
entryway of living room. She waved back just as my sister came up to me and pushed my
head back down to the carpet. Denise returned to her sitting position on my face as if this
was perfectly normal. I can only imagine the look of amazement on Liz's face at what she
saw.

"Denise! You're sitting on your brother's face!" She said, in a panicked tone.

Denise just laughed, "I know, his face is so comfy, I couldn't resist."

"Is he alright down there?" Liz asked, confused.

I lifted my arm and hand, giving a thumbs up but Denise immediately pushed my arm
back to the floor.

"He's fine, he loves this," Denise said, enthusiastically. "Would you like a go?" Denise
asked.

"Umm...no, I can't," Liz stammered. "It's naughty."

"Don't be ridiculous. Once you have sat for a while you won't even notice him. Besides,
you're Goth; you should love this domination stuff."

Liz didn't say anything more but I heard her walk into the room and take a seat on the
couch. The television popped-on. Denise made a sound of indifference and continued her
sitting.

About an hour later, Liz said, "You know what, alright, I'll try sitting on his face."
Denise immediately got up off my face and I got my first good look at Liz. She wore a
very short black tutu skirt with red and black twicker stripe punk tights and a Guns N'
Roses t-shirt. Liz quickly stood over me and then lowered her skirt over my face and sat
with her tights and kickers on my face. Liz was very light at first, no doubt concerned
about my safety and possibly a little weirded out what she was doing but, after a while,
she relaxed as the two smoked cigarettes and drank coffee. After only a few minutes, Liz
started to get off my face.

"What are you doing?" Denise asked.

"Oh well...I need to pass gas, I just thought..."

Denise laughed. "Nonsense, sit back down," she said, motioning Liz back down. "He's a
chair and he likes farts anyways; do it on his face."

Liz laughed with a sense of shock but she wasted no time in sitting back down and even
pressing her butt further down on my face. She almost immediately released a silent fart
which I greedily inhaled.

"Oh my god," Liz said, with amazement, "I can feel him smelling my farts."
"Oh yes, he loves my farts as well."

The two laughed a bit. Underneath Liz, the only thing I could think about was how great
it would be if this could continue on a regular basis. Luckily for me, it would.

I decided to drop by Denise's house one night but as soon as I got on the porch, the front
door opened, before I could knock, and I was greeted with Liz and Denise in very formal
attire

"Oh...," I said, disappointingly, "you guys are going out, sorry."

I turned to walk away but my sister grabbed me.

"You're here now, little bro, you're not getting off that easy," Denise said, smiling. "The
babysitters need a seat."

I was lead back in the house where I was introduced to two girls who must have been
around my age, my a little younger but not by much. They stood there, giggling, in their
school uniforms when they saw me.

"This," Denis said, pointing out the girls, "is Allison and this is Laura. Girls this is Paul."
The girls meekly waved to me and I waved back.

"Alright, well I'll see you all soon. Come on Liz, let's get going."

The two left and the girls and I were left there, alone. We stood there awkwardly for a
few seconds.

"Okay, now what?" I asked.

"Well, why don't you lie down," Laura said, in a stern tone.

I did as I was told, slightly nervous about doing this with these girls around my age.

Laura did not seem to share my hesitation as I saw her grey skirt pass by me and then get
draped over my face, sealing me into darkness. Then Alison sat on my chest, causing me
to cough a bit as it was unexpected but I relaxed after a few seconds.

"Wow, Denis and Liz were right, this seat is very comfortable," Laura said, giggling.
After a little time had passed, Laura suddenly let out a really loud fart on my face. She
laughed loudly.

"Smell that, seat slave!" She ordered.

I deeply inhaled her fart that smelled of rotten eggs.

After a few minutes, I felt Allison leave her position on my chest and heard her walk out
of the room. After more time, Laura finally got off my face and Allison had returned
wearing not her school uniform but a pink leotard and tight, stripped leggings. She must
have been exercising or something.

"Alright, slave, now Allison wishes to rest on your face," Laura said, as Allison stood
over me.

Allison's ass came down and landed on my face already smelling terrible but I breathed in
her odor anyway, not that I had a real choice in the matter. About five minutes later,
Allison released a fart that nearly blew me away. The smell was so terrible that I started
to thrash around but Laura came to my side and held my head straight into Allison's bum,
making sure I could not turn away. The two laughed uproariously at my predicament and
all I could think about was how a girl, let alone a human, could produce such a horrible
stench. My torment continued for a while until Denise and Liz returned. Denise paid the
girls and sent them home. I remained in my place on the floor.

"Get on the couch," Denise ordered of me.

I did as I was told and Denise took her place on my face and Liz sat on my stomach.
"Oh, Paul, before I forget, I talked to some friends and you're being rented out as a seat
cum fart slave."

I said nothing. It became more than apparent to me by now that my life had taken a
dramatic turn. It was not my life to control anymore, it was my sister's.

PART 2

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.