In a dimly lit room, the Greek goddess Despina sat on a throne, her legion of slaves kneeling at her feet. She was well known for her cruel streak and her love of pushing people to their limits - and beyond. Today's test would be the ultimate measure of their devotion to her.
The first slave was brought before her, trembling in fear. He knelt before her, head bowed in submission. She approached him slowly, her jeans-clad ass swaying temptingly in front of his face. She stood over him, her gaze boring into his soul as she ran one hand through his hair.
"Do you want to prove yourself worthy of serving me?" she asked him, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. He nodded weakly.
"Then show me," she commanded, sitting down heavily on his chest. He gasped for breath as she pressed her weight against him, feeling the softness of her ass graze against his lips. She rubbed her ass up and down his face slowly, teasing him.
"I want you to worship my ass, slave," she ordered. Slowly, hesitantly, he bent forward and kissed her ass cheek. She moaned in pleasure, the sound sending shivers down his spine. She slapped him lightly across the face, "Harder, slave. Kiss my ass harder."
With tears rolling down his cheeks, he kissed her harder, lips tensing around her flesh. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth, using his face as a human seat. He could feel the heat of her body against his, the scent of her skin filling his nostrils. He knew this was his one chance to prove himself to her.
She sat on him for what felt like hours, occasionally slapping him to keep him on edge. Finally, she stood up, her eyes gleaming with approval. "You have passed, slave," she said softly, running a tender hand through his hair. "You may kiss my ass goodbye."
He thanked her, rising unsteadily to his feet. As he passed her, he caught a glimpse of the other slaves waiting anxiously in line - their eyes filled with fear and anticipation. He knew that they too were hoping for a chance to prove themselves to the cruel yet irresistible goddess.
For now, though, he was content to serve as her human seat - to feel the warmth of her body against his own, to be so close to her power. After all, no matter how long it took or how many times she used him like this, he would never grow tired of being her slave.
