A Boss's Delight: Using an Employee as a Face-Sitting Office Chair
As Madame Marissa, a powerful and dominant woman, settled into her plush office chair behind her ornate desk, she couldn't help but feel unsatisfied. Her workload was piling up, and the stress of being in charge was starting to take its toll. She needed a break; something to help her unwind and recenter herself. As she scanned her office, her gaze fell upon her assistant, Johnny. He was hard at work, head buried in paperwork, oblivious to his boss's impending desire.
"Johnny," she called out, her voice commanding attention. He lifted his head, his eyes wide with anticipation. She stood up from her desk and slid her shapely behind onto the edge, resting her weight on the desk's surface. "I need you to do something for me."
Johnny hesitated for a moment before nodding eagerly. "Of course, Madame Marissa. Anything you desire."
A wicked smirk spread across Madame Marissa's lips as she let her eyes roam over her assistant's submissive form. He was always so eager to please her, no matter how degrading the task. She decided to test his limits today; to see just how far she could push him. "I want you to be my face-sitting chair," she purred, her voice dripping with confidence and control.
Johnny blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. "Excuse me, Madame?"
Madame Marissa rolled her eyes. "I said I want you to be my face-sitting chair. Now, get down here and show me what a good little assistant you are."
Without another word, Johnny scurried over to his boss's desk and positioned himself beneath her. His heart raced as he prepared for what was about to come next. She lowered herself slowly onto his face, her ample behind pressing firmly against his nose and mouth. The scent of her perfume filled his senses as he felt the warmth of her body envelop him.
"Make sure not to crush my paperwork," she said casually, leaning back in the chair and crossing her legs. Already, she could feel the tension melting away from her body. Johnny struggled beneath her, his face turning red as he tried to adjust to the weight bearing down on him. But he knew better than to complain; after all, this was his punishment for not being perfect enough.
As Madame Marissa began to work on her tasks, she paid no attention to Johnny's discomfort. She was too busy basking in the power she held over him. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, her mind focused on the tasks at hand. Meanwhile, Johnny endured the pain and humiliation of being used as a chair. His cheeks hollowed in and out with each breath, and his eyes watered from the pressure.
But he didn't dare move. He knew the consequences of disobeying his boss. He had learned that lesson the hard way the first time he dared to displease her. Instead, he tried to focus on the task at hand—enduring the face-sitting session. The seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes into what felt like hours. His face ached, and his nostrils felt clogged from the scent of her perfume.
Madame Marissa finally finished her work and stood up, stretching her legs. "That was delightful," she mused. "You're such a good chair, Johnny." She paused, considering him for a moment. "Maybe I'll keep you around...for now."
With that, she walked away, leaving Johnny gasping for air and wondering if he would ever be free from her control. He knew that he had been humiliated once again, but he also knew that he was powerless to stop it. Madame Marissa was a master of manipulation, and he was just her plaything.
Despite the pain and humiliation, Johnny couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. He had served his purpose, and perhaps, just maybe, she would reward him in some small way. Until then, he would continue to endure these degrading tasks, all in the hopes of keeping his employment and the thrill of serving his dominant boss.
