On The Minds Of Men

Chapter 7: Death

'We all have to go sometime,' Kath said, 'but women normally outlast their men. I'm sure we all will.' The women all sat around Anne's loungeroom - on their men, as usual, but it was the new, more complicated configuration, with Mandy and Kath together on Jacqui's old partner, who was now controlled by Gillian; Gillian and Jacqui on Gillian's former man, now given over to Jacqui; and Sandra seated upon Mandy's partner.

'Let's write the death notices now,' Anne said. 'They'll be the same. '"He passed away peacefully under his wife's bottom."' They all laughed.

'And if there's any justice in the afterlife,' Kath said, leaning down to speak at the man squashed under her, 'they'll wake up to find themselves sat on again. In exactly the same position as when life left off.'

'For ever and ever,' Anne said. 'World without end.'

'One thing I have definitely demanded,' Mandy said, 'is that he forget everything before me. in fact his first memory is not even our first meeting, but the first experience of being sat on by me. He takes it from there.'

Sandra stared at her in astonishment. She'd thought she was over the stage of being surprised at anything these women said, but obviously this was not so. She looked at the others. They didn't seem to find Mandy's comment strange.

After a while Anne stirred.

'Sandra doesn't get it,' she remarked. Turning to Sandra she said, 'Sorry. We've accepted you so well as one of us that we can easily forget all the things you still don't understand.

'The fact is, over the months and years that Mandy has sat on that man of hers, it's not only his body that's grown more frail, his personality and mind are now much weaker too - I mean, in one sense they're weaker. He's much weaker as an independent entity. The idea of doing anything that would displease her becomes not just wrong, but a source of absolute panic.'

'He knows I don't want him to think back before my first session on him,' Mandy said.

'But you can't stop -'

'Oh yeah, I can,' Mandy said. 'He knows that he's not mentally strong enough any more to hold back any of his thoughts from me. He knows that if he thinks about things he's not supposed to, he'll end up confessing it to me, and that I'll be very angry at him, not play acting but real cold and real angry.'

'Which is unbearable to any of our guys,' said Anne. 'So you'll find he is obedient to us inside his head as well as in what he says and does. So in a way his life really did begin when Mandy first sat on him.'

'We know how their minds work,' Gillian added, 'because we've queried each of our men in depth, both under very relaxed conditions and also under duress, and we've found the same pattern in all of them. You wouldn't know about it yet. It's our discovery of how men become after extended, deep domination.'

'It leaves them terribly vulnerable,' Jacqui said. 'But that's all right, because we care for them... my man never reached that stage with me, but he's rapidly falling into it now.' Jacqui and Sandra glanced over at him, slack and still - and becoming noticeably thinner now, in the face and legs, which was all that could be seen of him under Mandy and Kath.

'But you once told me,' Sandra persisted, 'when Mandy's guy was right there and able to listen, that he once had an independent life before meeting her, as an academic -'

'That was for your information,' Anne replied. 'If he was listening at all - which I doubt, because he was probably focussed entirely on Mandy - but if he was listening, those words going into his head would have hit a barrier, the forbidden memory would have gone out again like a match on wet paper.'

'You're lucky, Sandra,' Gillian said, in the pause that followed. 'I know you've come a long way, but you still have before you, still to come, the beauty and the pure delicious power of complete domination.

'Scrap by scrap, particle by particle, your man lets go of every critical thought about his women, until even the thought of the possibility of being critical of her has gone too. Her personality is the world. But her body too is beyond critique. The mole on her cheek is just another part of his reality; the cellulite on her thighs is just another part of the richness and fulfilment of her full weight on him.

'The thought of being in pain is gone, the thought of being in discomfort no longer occurs, the thought of boredom after prolongued immobility under your thighs and ass simply never happens because his mind is doing nothing more than receiving the sensations from your body as you shift slightly or tense or relax a muscle, his mind is doing no more than receiving your voice as a cool steadily flowing current. Until you activate the program inside him that wakes him up for housework or for leaving the house to go to his job. You have focused him on you completely for worship and completely occupy his thoughts. His previously personality collapses into dust. You burn ever more brightly and beautifully as the other lights inside him dim, flicker and go out.'

'Gillian you were born to talk,' Mandy said, looking flushed. 'After hearing all that I've just got to get back on my man for a while. And after the meeting, I don't mind telling you, I'll be on his face.'

Sandra stood as Mandy came over, and allowed Mandy to resume her usual place on the body of her small partner.

Once she was settled on him she became calmer. 'His new diet is coming along nicely. In the morning it's a few raw oats and cold water. At night he cooks up brown rice and eats it cold with alfalfa sprouts. That's all he gets, the same meal day after day. Except that I'm reducing the quantities at both meals very slowly but steadily, grain by grain, each day. And with each reduction of food I sit on him sooner and sooner after the meal. A minute or two sooner each time.

'He eats quickly, standing up. I don't like seeing him eat, so I leave the room. But I don't give him the chance to drift off either. I play him a tape of my voice, saying plenty of stuff to remind him about all the times I've sat on him and in memory of the sheer amount of time I've sat on him... and - 'she lifted her upper lip - 'in anticipation of the next time, no further away than the next ten or fifteen minutes. I remind him that it'll go on for hour after hour, and that it'll go on for the rest of his life.'

She sighed. 'Unfortunately we've reached a stage when I just can't spare him any more time. I have a life to lead, lots of other things to do, and anyway I don't want pressure sores. So I'm relying on my dear friends Kath and Sandra to help out,' she said, smiling at them in turn.

'Yeah, we have a roster,' Kath said. Between us we cover every possible moment he can be sat on. We read, talk, eat, watch TV. It takes up time, but I mean it's not exactly unpleasant is it.'

'It's wonderful,' Sandra said. On a sudden impulse she came over to kneel beside Mandy.

'May I?' Sandra put her hand on the flattened chest of Mandy's man, the length of her forefinger pushed up against the spreading flesh of Mandy's thigh. Again she realised that for all her adoration of this woman, the lust she felt wasn't for Mandy herself, it was arousal at the astonishingly complete victory Mandy had achieved over that feeble man of hers.

'Come up here too,' Mandy said warmly.' Mandy moved down, and Sandra lost no time in sitting on his lower stomach and hips; she let herself sink onto him, intensely aware of the weight of Mandy immediately beside her - all on top of him.

'We should never get off him,' Sandra said.

'We never have to,' said Mandy. Sandra recalled, with bemusement, her first meeting with the group, when sitting on a man still made her feel uneasy and guilty.

'Kath! You too!' Mandy said.

'All at once?' Kath asked, doubtfully.

'All at once.'

Kath got up and came over, leaving the man under her free from a woman's weight.

Gillian observed them with annoyance. She had not expected her philosophising about domination, delivered off the cuff, to arouse Mandy enough to make her forget her committment to help in the man's suppression - and now she had dragged Kath over too, leaving the man free from female weight at a critical stage in his subjection.

Gillian leapt up and went over to him. Realising that she would feel feather-light on his chest or stomach after the heaviness of Mandy and Kath, she sat on his face instead, in the reverse position, toward his chest, one cheek firmly down on each side of his nose.

'I want a photo of the three of us,' Mandy declared excitedly. 'How about it Anne?'

It was as though an intoxicating fluid was flowing straight into Sandra's veins as Mandy, on his chest, organised their positioning. There was heat on the surface of Sandra's skin, ecstacy beneath it.

'Kath you'll have to be right up on his neck and head. Yeah, the thigh should spread over the top of his head. That's great. That's perfect. Oh look at her everyone! Kath's spreading from over the top of his head to his collarbone. How are we going to get all three onto him? We've got to do it. Kath I'll lay one leg over your thigh, is that OK? Not uncomfortable? Sandy now you come up close to me, no don't go onto his hips and legs, that's all bone and muscle, that's too easy on him! Shift all the weight you can onto your left, on his stomach - yeah, onto his belly, so he really feels it. Oh god we've done it! Look at us! All on him!'

'All on him full weight,' said Kath.

'This just feels wonderful!' Sandra cried, pressed up against Mandy but concentrating on the small, squashed male body beneath them.

Anne had reappeared with a camera and was bending low with it thrust before her, trying a number of different angles, taking an occasional snap.

'Pull his arm out more,' she said, 'you can hardly tell anyone's underneath, it's all woman. That's better. They have to know he's there. That's fan-tas-tic! Congratulations!' She stood back, as though expecting the women to move, but Mandy was in no mood to.

'I want a good bitch session on him now,' she said, and while the three heavy women all sat she proceeded to berate him for three or four minutes. Sandra did not believe he would be able to hear her words with Kath's massive thigh over his ear, though he might have been able to pick up her tone. But the real purpose, Sandra suspected, was simply to prolongue their session.

'OK,' Anne said at the end.

'No I want Kath to start now,' Mandy said. Kath took to it immediately.

Despite herself Sandra began to feel nervous. There was no sense of movement at all beneath her - not that much could have been managed. But she noticed that Anne and Gillian both seemed uneasy, and that their eyes met several times.

'And now Sandra,' Mandy said as soon as Kath finished. Despite her doubts, when the moment came Sandra seized her chance to abuse him in turn, as loudly and as long as the others.

'That's it now,' Anne said, when at last Sandra could find nothing more to say.

'There's no rush,' Mandy said.

'No, I say that's it. I'm the professional here.'

Reluctantly Mandy arose, then the other two. A titanic weight of woman lifted off him.

Anne nudged him hard with the toe of her shoe. He didn't move. She stamped her heel down hard on his upper arm.

He shuddered and stirred. Sandra had a sense of him returning from a vast distance.

'You rat!' Anne cried at him. 'How dare you scare me!' She dragged him from the low couch onto the floor and began stamping with ferocity on each of his arms, hands and shoulders. He winced and jolted with each blow but did not resist.

'Mandy I owe you an apology,' Anne said at last, 'for being so high handed.'

'It's him that should be sorry,' Mandy said, 'and he will be. What a dirty trick.'

'Are you sure it was a trick?' Sandra asked.

'Without a doubt,' Mandy said. She turned to Sandra with a rich, warm smile. 'There'll be more of what we just did.'

Mandy ordered him back onto the couch and plumped herself down on him again.

'Do the scratch,' she told him. Obediently he raised one hand, trembling, and with one finger traced a small white line, less than an inch long, on the side of her bare thigh. After a moment the flesh returned to pink. 'There,' she announced. 'Our safety sign. I'm proud to say he's never once used it to get me off him. It's only for emergencies, he's never misused it just to escape me. He was really tempted a while ago - that's what his twitching episode a week or two ago was all about. But he never weakened.

'The pair of us know exactly what we're doing,' she continued. 'As his suffering grows so does his passion for me, and, just like Gillian or Anne would say, his spiritual fulfilment grows with them. We're both in it together. Look, all of us here know that thing that happens - I mean, when the men try to escape, and we pin them anyway, and they thank us later. Well, between him and me that thing is already pretty extreme, but extreme or not, it's only going to get deeper.' With those words she finished speaking, but her weight on him went on and on.