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Dr. McCormick's Femdom Session
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: March 7, 2025

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Nicole smiled at Ben with a cunning look in her eyes as they got out of the car.
Now Ben, be on your best behavior. Dr. McCormick is a respected professional and we don't want to waste her valuable time, do we?
Nicole said in a saccharine voice that held an undercurrent of warning.
They entered the nondescript office building and took the elevator up to the third floor. The door to Dr. McCormick's office was ajar, and they could hear the low murmur of voices from inside. Nicole knocked briefly before pushing the door open and ushering Ben inside.
Dr. Sharon McCormick sat behind a large oak desk, her fiery red hair framing her angular face. She looked up as they entered, her blue eyes piercing as they appraised Ben.

Ah, you must be Nicole and Ben. Please, have a seat,
she said, gesturing to the two chairs in front of her desk.
As they sat down, Sharon leaned back in her chair, crossing her long legs.

So, Nicole, what brings you in today? How can I assist you in your journey into the world of female domination?
she asked, her voice a seductive purr.
Nicole leaned forward eagerly.

Well, Dr. McCormick, I've been fascinated by the concept of Gynarchy for a while now. I truly believe that women are the superior sex and that men should be subservient to us. I was hoping you could provide some guidance on how to properly train and control my son here,
she said, nodding towards Ben.
Sharon's lips curled into a smile.

Of course, my dear. That's what I'm here for. The first thing you need to understand is that men are inherently inferior. They exist solely to serve us, to cater to our every whim and desire.

As she spoke, Sharon uncrossed her legs and stood up, walking around the desk.

Come here, Ben,
she commanded, pointing to the floor in front of her chair.
Ben looked to his mother uncertainly, but Nicole just nodded sternly. Reluctantly, Ben got up and walked over to where Sharon was pointing.

On your back, head on the seat of my chair,
Sharon ordered, her voice brooking no argument.
Ben hesitated, glancing back at his mother again. Nicole's face was impassive, offering no solace. Swallowing hard, Ben lowered himself to the floor and placed his head on the seat of Sharon's chair, looking up at her towering above him.
Sharon smiled down at him, a cruel glint in her eye.

Very good. Now, let's continue our discussion, shall we?
she said, turning back to Nicole as she slowly lowered herself onto the chair, her ample buttocks coming to rest heavily on Ben's face.

My eyes go wide in panic as I suddenly watch Dr. McCormick's big ass coming right down on me, I could see the crack of her ass through the tight professional slacks. I tried to shake my head no but I was already mashed under the mound of Sharon's butt. In a deep, panic inhale I caught a whiff of Sharon's potent sphincter.

Sharon felt Ben squirming frantically under her voluptuous rear as she settled her full weight onto his face. His muffled protests vibrated against her ample cheeks, only fueling her sadistic glee.
Mmm yes, struggle all you want little Ben . There's no escape from my big, gassy ass now,
she purred.

Now, as we were discussing,
Sharon continued, addressing Nicole as if nothing was amiss,

Male submission is key. And what better way to reinforce that than using them as human furniture?
She punctuated her point by grinding her ass harder against Ben 's face, smothering him in her musky scent.
Nicole nodded eagerly, eyes glinting with cruel delight at her son's predicament.

Absolutely, Dr. McCormick. I want Ben to intimately understand his place beneath superior women like us.
And he will, my dear,
Sharon assured. Just then, a loud gurgle emanated from her stomach.

Ooh, speaking of... I feel a big one brewing. Must be all that yogurt I had for breakfast,
she giggled maliciously.
Ben 's eyes widened in horror behind Sharon's ass cheeks as he heard her gas building up. He tried to turn his head, to find some pocket of air, but Sharon's ass encompassed his face entirely, leaving him no reprieve.
With a satisfied sigh, Sharon relaxed her sphincter and unleashed a rancid, hot fart directly onto Ben 's trapped face. The putrid stench of fermented dairy and last night's spicy dinner filled his nostrils and mouth, making him gag violently.

Aahhh, so much better!
Sharon exclaimed, wriggling her hips as she force-fed Ben her vile flatulence.

Nothing quite as satisfying as gassing a pathetic male, isn't that right Nicole?

Nicole grinned wickedly, reveling in her son's torment.

I couldn't agree more, Dr. McCormick. I think this is going to be a highly educational session for young Ben .

Sharon smirked, already feeling another heavy fart gurgling in her bowels ready to unleash on her hapless face-chair. This was going to be a very productive appointment indeed.

I felt paralyzed as Sharon's hot gas filled my nostrils with such a horrid, rotting smell like nothing I'd ever inhaled before. My body twitched and shook as it felt like it was short circuiting under this awful gas. I gurgled and sputtered weakly, barely audibly as Sharon and my mom continued talking as if I wasn't there.

Nicole leaned forward, fascinated by Ben's visceral reaction to Sharon's noxious gas.
Wow, look at him twitch and gurgle! Your farts must be absolutely rancid!
Oh they are, darling. Only the foulest flatulence for pathetic males like Ben,
Sharon cackled, bouncing on Ben's face. Each jiggle of her ample rump forced another whiff of her pungent ass-stench into his nostrils.
Sharon felt another churning in her bowels, a sinister rumbling of pure anal evil.

Ooh I can feel this one's going to be especially wicked. Brace yourself, fart-boy!

With a grunt, Sharon unleashed a thunderous fart that seemed to go on forever. The humid, heavy gas enveloped Ben's entire head, filling his world with the putrid stench of fermented feces and rotten egg salad. His body seized and convulsed as if being electrocuted by the vile stink.

Good boy, sniff up that stink! Let it sear into your tiny male brain that THIS is your place - trapped under my ass, huffing my farts like the pathetic worm you are,
Sharon snarled sadistically.
Nicole applauded with glee.

Magnificent, Dr. McCormick! Truly masterful domination. I cannot wait to make Ben the permanent seat cushion for my own rancid rear-end!
I highly recommend it,
Sharon purred, grinding her ass against Ben's spasming face.

Nothing puts a male in his place quite like being a human fart filter. Isn't that right, Ben?

Only muffled sputters came from beneath Sharon's noxious cheeks as she continued to educate Nicole on the finer points of flatulent female domination, all while Ben twitched and convulsed helplessly, drowning in the fetid fumes of his sadistic tormentors.

Ben could only gurgle weakly in response, his protests smothered under Sharon's domineering derrière.
The two women cackled in sadistic glee, continuing their casual conversation about the most effective domination techniques, periodically interrupted by Sharon's thunderous flatulence and Ben's muffled sputters.
For the next half hour, Ben remained pinned beneath Sharon's noxious cheeks, his world reduced to the suffocating stench of her potent gas and the cruel laughter of the women above him. Each fart seemed to grow more rancid than the last as Sharon's bowels worked overtime.
Finally, Sharon glanced at the clock.

Well my dear, I think that concludes our session for today. I must say, young Ben here made quite the comfy seat cushion. I might have to start offering this as a regular service,
she giggled maliciously, delivering one final raunchy fart for good measure before heaving herself off of Ben's reddened, tear-streaked face.
Nicole grinned wickedly as she stood up.

Thank you so much, Dr. McCormick. This has been truly enlightening. Come along Ben, it's time to go for a little drive.
Her tone left no room for argument as she motioned for her son to follow her, eager to continue his olfactory torment on the journey home.

I remained quiet and my eyes on the ground until we got out of Sharon's office. As the elevator approaches, I meekly and hoarsely squeak out, Uh...mom, plea...please tell me you didn't me...mean that...about the... I swallow hard, the driver...se....se..seat...? My mom yanks me into the elevator.

Nicole yanked Ben into the elevator, her grip iron-clad on his arm. She turned to face him, her eyes glinting with cruel anticipation.
Oh, I absolutely meant every word, young man,
Nicole hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic glee.

In fact, I'm going to relish every second of having your pathetic face buried in my ass crack during the drive home.

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Ben's ear.

And don't think for a second that I was joking about Taco Bell. I'm going to load up on the bean burritos and give you a nose full of my spiciest, most rancid farts. It's going to be a gas-tastic ride!

Nicole cackled cruelly as the elevator doors opened, revealing the parking lot. She dragged Ben towards the car, barely able to contain her excitement.

Get in and assume the position, fart-sniffer,
she commanded, opening the driver's side door.

And you better pray my ass doesn't let loose before I'm fully seated. You wouldn't want to miss out on even a single whiff of my putrid posterior perfume, now would you?

She stands there, holding the driver side door, and staring at me expectantly.

I plead to her, Mom...please... I try to reason with her.

Nicole's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a cruel sneer as she listened to Ben's pathetic pleas.
Oh, you want to reason with me, do you?
she scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain.

There's no reasoning here, only obedience. You'll do as you're told, or there will be consequences.

She stepped closer to Ben, her ample bosom heaving with each breath.

You seem to be under the delusion that you have a choice in the matter. Let me make this abundantly clear - you don't. Your only purpose is to serve as my personal fart-inhaler, and I intend to make full use of you.

Nicole grabbed Ben by the hair, yanking his head back and forcing him to meet her icy gaze.

Now, you're going to climb into that car, shove your face into that seat, and wait patiently for my ass to claim its throne. And if I hear so much as a peep of protest from you, I'll make sure your nose is buried so deep in my crack, you'll be smelling my farts for weeks. Understood?

She shoved Ben towards the car, her eyes gleaming with sadistic anticipation.

I hope you're ready for a flavor blast, because you've got a first-class ticket to fart city. Now get in there and assume the position, you pathetic little gas-guzzler.

Nicole stood by the open driver's side door, hands on her hips, glaring impatiently at Ben.
I don't want to hear another word of your pathetic whining, mister. You should be thanking me for the privilege of serving as my personal seat cushion!

She jabbed a finger towards the car seat.

Now get your scrawny ass in there and assume the position before I really lose my patience. Unless you want me to march you right back upstairs so Dr. McCormick can give you another stinky session with her rancid rump?

Nicole's eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she watched Ben reluctantly climb into the car and lay across the seat on his back, his head positioned directly where her ample posterior would soon be descending.

That's more like it,
she purred, lifting one leg to climb in.

Pucker up, stink-boy. Momma's big gassy caboose is coming in for a landing, and you're about to get a first class ticket to Fart City, population: you!

With a final cackle, Nicole plopped her full weight onto Ben's upturned face, immediately smothering him under her plush posterior. She wriggled and bounced, making sure his nose was wedged deep into the crack of her yoga pants.

Comfy back there?
she called mockingly as she turned the key in the ignition.

Better get used to the smell, kiddo. It's gonna be your whole world for the foreseeable future!

As the car roared to life, Nicole let rip a triumphant fart, christening Ben's face with her pungent ass-stench. This was just the beginning of a very long, very smelly journey home...