Unknown Sitting Experience by Sidsta

After a while of reflecting on the first experience I had to try  something similar again. This time though, was closer to home. It was  around 3 months after the first time, and the location? Well, my  bedroom. It all started with my cousin who stayed at my house (My  parents) on weekends. She was quite nice looking and regularly had get  together’s with her friends. The house was a three bedroom, semi  detached and I was the only child living at home. Guests used the spare  room when they stayed, as is the case of my cousin and her friends.  There was nowhere in the spare room to experience anything like the  first venture so I observed how proceedings went when they visited one  weekend. One notable point of interest was my bedroom. I had a Snes  console connected to a TV, which was positioned at the side of the bed.  Without really noticing before, the only way to comfortably play the  games console was to sit on the edge of the bed in front of the TV. This  would normally be of no interest, but a question raised its head one  weekend. My cousin asked if her and her friends could play on the  console as it was raining outside, and this is where this experience  starts.
Obviously I agreed to the request but pointed out that the console must  stay in my room. She agreed and said that they normally play on the  console when I’m not there anyway. (Cheeky devil) Well this opportunity  was too good to miss. I had all the time in the world to examine the bed  and possible positions with proper precautions this time, but first let  me explain the bed construction. It’s a normal hollow base construction  about 2 feet of the ground and running flush to the floor. This is  covered with a kind of card top and the mattress is placed on top. The  mattress itself is quite thick, at around 8 inches. The first thing I  done was to pull free the staples holding the edge of the card top in  place. There was certainly more room inside than the bench seat. I could  easily climb inside but the problem was how do I get any sort of  sensation that I’m being sat on. This was the tricky part. The general  idea was to remove some of the card directly where the girls would  probably sit. I could then put my head directly under the mattress. The  first problem with this was the fact my head would need to be supported.  So I put some books in the base, slid into position and placed them  under the back of my head until my face was just touching the mattress.
Now not being entirely stupid I thought about the need to breath and the  possibility of being found out. To try the idea I placed a football  where my head would be then sat in the relevant position. I couldn’t  feel any difference to the rest of the mattress. I got a little excited  by this but needed to solve the problem of breathing. What if my head  got stuck in an awkward position? (Like my previous experience).

Using a piece of garden hose in my mouth seemed a logical solution that problem.

Waiting for the weekend fuelled my curiosity and I decided to modify the  idea. What if I could get my head inside the mattress? What would that  feel like? I could simulate it like before, to try it out before I went  through with the idea. No harm in trying. The main problem was the fact I  was cutting my mattress. How would I explain that one? What if could  replace a section. This required some further thought but it was  possible. The mattress had little buttons in it that were recessed and  held it in shape. I decided to cut one of these buttons and look inside.  There were some springs equally spaced apart and a foam type filling  inside. I was in this far so I decided to go for it. Removing a section  of foam about 4 inches deep and slightly smaller than my head in  diameter was done after a bit of fiddling about. The only snag was the  potential of being notices once inside. Like before I placed the  football in the cut out and tried it. It didn’t work. I could feel a  hollow section when I sat down. Thinking about this I tried another  idea. Placing the removed section of foam under the football seemed to  work. The football filled the hollow section, and the foam under the  football compressed when sat on. Remember there was still 3-4 inches  between the surface of the mattress and the football not including the  quilt and sheets. These helped to smooth out contours.
Thinking about what I was going to do got me so excited and nervous that  I had trouble putting everything back the way it was, but I managed it  eventually. I think I done all this on a Tuesday or Wednesday and had to  wait till the weekend to try it, and what a wait that was. I listened  intently for snippets of information about my cousin and her friends  coming over. I was gutted when I found out they weren’t visiting on the  first weekend. I flippantly asked my mother where the girls were and she  explained that they were coming the following weekend. Without seeming  too curious, I asked her later in the week who was staying. “Mary (my  cousin), Ammie, Nikki and probably Kate if she’s not staying with her  grandmother” came the answer. My heart nearly missed a beat and a little  shiver went through me on hearing this.
“I’ll try and stay out of the house then” I said to my mother and she  laughed saying it was probably a good idea. Well, they would think I was  out, but where would I really be?
I was thinking about things to come quite a lot leading up to it.  Wrapped up in the fantasy of being used as a seat. I didn’t consider the  implications. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. Just think about it, if a  girl sees you as nothing but a seat then that’s what you will be. No  let up, no consideration, no gentleness, and in my case, NO SAFE WORD. I  didn’t think of this and nearly paid a humiliating price. The following  is a rough account. A few details are filled in because it was quite a  while ago. The basic account is accurate enough though.
The girls arrived (3 of them) around 11am, it was raining and my  girlfriend was working until 7pm so I had the day to my self. The girls  were in the conservatory playing a board game of some kind. I casually  stuck my head in and said they could use the games console in my room if  they liked. I found it hard to say this as the excitement was giving me  tingles.

Without really looking at me they said “cool” or “great” or something  but they wanted to finish their game first. The answer I was hoping for  was delivered. It was going to happen and the clock was ticking. I  skipped past my mother saying I was popping out and she said ok without  looking up and carried on making dinner. I sneaked straight up stairs  and got inside the bed. (Easy enough after a few practices) Putting the  hosepipe in my mouth, I squeezed my head into the mattress and then  placed the foam under my head. Letting the mattress fall back into  place, I stretched my legs out and waited. I was in position. My heart  was hammering and I was shaking just as I was in the bench seat  experience. If you’ve ever done anything like this you will know what I  mean. I was listening to the sounds from down stairs but they were a  little muffled but at least I was comfy. I knew it was coming but I  didn’t know when. I was thinking about when they would come in and not  give sitting down a second thought. How would they act? What would it  feel like? My face was about 6 inches from the surface of the bed  (including sheets and quilt) and I was positioned directly in front of  the TV. I was going to be sat on, unknowingly by possibly three girls  and the anticipation was killing me. I had checked and double-checked  everything and all seemed fine. I was sure about not being found out,  but still my nerves had the better of me.
“I’m going first” came a muffled statement as I heard footsteps  clambering up the stairs. My heart raced and I started to shake a  little. My skin ran cold as they approached because there was no going  back now. I was resigned to being their unknowing seat. Various other  arguments as the bedroom door flew open. I lay completely still  listening to the jostling movements above me. I was shaking worse now  and I tensed a little not knowing what to expect. This was probably the  most intense moment of it all. My face was regarded as somewhere to sit,  something totally natural for them to do. They probably even looked  directly at me at some point and thought nothing of it. The bed was  nudged around a little as they pushed their legs against it, then came  the first sounds of the springs compressing. Just to the side of me  there was a jerk of movement and my head tilted slightly. The next part  happened very quickly. The TV switched on and I heard the sound of a  game starting. There were comments on what game to play then wham! My  head was painfully pushed deep onto the foam behind me. All light and  sound was gone and It caught me a bit by surprise. My first though was  can they feel me? The foam was compressed directly onto my face pressing  down hard and after around 10 seconds I was convinced they couldn’t.  The pipe was giving me just enough air but it had kinked a bit. I hadn’t  thought of this and I hoped it didn’t get worse. Before I had chance to  get used to the pressure on my face, I think the girls moved to sit  closer together because the foam at the sides of my head suddenly pulled  apart slightly then squashed inward pressing in on my head. My  immediate though was breathing and claustrophobia. The pressure stayed,  fixed all around my head. I had no idea that they would feel this heavy.  These girls were only slight but the pressure was immense. I froze in  this position terrified to move. When one girl stood up I had to let my  head bounce to wherever the pressure was released. When they sat back  down I moved with the compression. One thing that stood out was the  fact; no regard was given to where they were sitting. Sometimes they  lifted and immediately sat with a thud, (quite painful) and other times  the pressure would slowly raise then, bit by bit drop back down again.  This motion sometimes happened all at once when something got them  excited, other times they just sat dead still.
The most memorable moment came when a squabble broke out about the  controller. My head shot up as pressure was released but my chin was  slightly compressed. Whoever was sitting directly above me must have  shifted back and was sitting where my neck would be and her legs were  probably either side of my head. I could hear them saying something  about taking turns, giggling and moving around, and my head was being  jolted around with the movement. I can only assume what happened next  because I don’t know for sure. My head was slowly being pressed but I  didn’t know how. The pressure increased beyond the normal sitting  pressure and my face was pushed hard into the side of the cavity. Just  when I thought it would stop, it suddenly became extremely intense and  the pain very noticeable. I grit my teeth around the hosepipe not to  lose it, and held my breath. My face was scrunched badly with my  features distorted and my head was stuck fast. The pressure moved around  on my head for a bit then was suddenly gone, my head bounced up briefly  but was swiftly pushed back down again; this time, I assume, with  someone sitting again.
My assumption is; the girl on my face had the controller. Another girl  wanted it and the girl on my face moved back sitting over my neck. The  girl wanting the controller then kneeled on my face to grab it from her.  While they struggled the girl had all her weight on her one knee, which  was on my face. She got the controller after a brief struggle, and then  moved away. Then the girl sitting shifted forward back onto my face.  (That’s what I like to think anyway, but no way of definitely knowing)  POSSIBILITIES OF WHAT HAPPENED WELCOME. I was excited and scared by  this. Had she felt me, because I sure as hell felt her. I froze in my  new position unable to move again and waited for a possible bust. They  still had no idea I was here, and all was still again. My head was  getting really hot and I didn’t anticipate them staying still for so  long. Think about it. How often does someone keep adjusting their  seating position if they are comfy? I was stuck in this position for  approximately 25- 30 minutes. My face was a mess. I was sweating, hot,  itching and getting short of breath and still they sat unmoving. All I  could hear was the muffled rumblings of their voices and creaking  springs. Of course, I couldn’t move because I would be found out. This  was not the experience I anticipated. I should have left my face outside  the mattress. I was starting to get uncontrollably restless and a  little panicky because they were still sitting firmly and my face and  head felt horrible. Cramp started to set in around my neck and the  itching was unbearable. The heat was getting ridiculous as I could feel  warmth radiating from above. Looking back, at that specific time I  sincerely regretted my decision to go though with the whole idea. I  started to think about when they would leave so I could get out in the  fresh air. I even considered pulling a book from under my head to give  me more space, but they would probably feel the movement and I couldn’t  risk it. Then, all of a sudden the pressure released and my head sprang  up.

They had all left the room and hurried downstairs for some reason. (I  couldn’t hear a great deal when they were sitting) I was seriously  contemplating getting out there and then, when I heard them coming back  up the stairs so it was too late. I quickly moved my head to scratch my  face a little before they came back in the room. What happened next  nearly caused me to give myself up. One of the girls came straight for  me and must have knelt straight on my face then proceeded to crawl over  me and sit behind me. My head was pressed down hard then suddenly  released. My head bounced violently and my breathing hose came out. No  sooner had this happened, when, one of the girls pressed the back of her  legs against the edge where my face was. I tried to turn to the side  when she dropped trapping my face. It all went dark, my head pushed deep  into the foam again and this time I couldn’t breath. I really panicked  and tried to turn my face a bit more. I couldn’t move at all, not  without being noticed. I nearly called out, when the girl on my face  bounced a little then got up again. I gulped air as quietly as possible  when the girl behind me climbed back over me (probably kneeling on my  face again because my head was forced to the side again) and sat. Again I  couldn’t breath. This I tell you is not nice at all. What was I to do? I  couldn’t call out because my mouth was trapped shut. So to get their  attention I would have to lash out under the bed. I decided to hold out  for as long as possible before this damning surrender. I seriously  couldn’t breath and my breath was running out when in a flash the  pressure disappeared. “Just got them” I heard Mary call out as she left  the room. She must have been talking about her shoes. I could have cried  at the relief at this point. Just imagine being caught in there.  Consequences I don’t dare think about. I heard them chatting down stairs  and terrified, decide to make an immediate escape. If they came back up  now I would tell them I just came in or I was in the bathroom. I was  shaking badly when I got out and was cursing myself about the near  surrender. I sat stunned and shaken for a bit about what had happened. I  thought I planned this well. My nose hurt a little and my face was very  blotchy. I had a strange rash for about a week after this and it nearly  put a stop to my thrill seeking. It wasn’t long before I realised the  eroticism of the whole thing and went for another experience. I’ve had  quite a few experiences in total. All great (when looking back) but  very, very risky. If your going to try anything like this be very  prepared, and think carefully of the consequences. Being used as a seat  is great, but not exactly what you might think. Its 50/50, good and bad,  but afterwards its 100% great. Remember I said afterwards.