Madame Marissa strutted into the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She was a woman of confidence, with a statuesque figure that commanded attention. Her eyes caught sight of you, meekly waiting on the floor before her. A smirk curled across her plump lips as she approached, her round ass swaying hypnotically in front of you.
"Little seat pad," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Today well do a really hard training. You'll be spending plenty of time getting used to my divine ass." She paused for effect, savoring the anticipation blooming in your eyes. "Now, come along," she commanded, gesturing to a cushion on the floor beside her. "It's time for some serious ass-sitting practice."
You scurried over to the cushion, afraid but eager at the same time. Madame Marissa tossed her luxurious mane of hair, watching as it fell back into place like a shimmering curtain. "Now then," she continued, her voice taking on a sterner tone. "Let's get started. You'll only get short breathing breaks, before I sit down on your face again and my divine ass smothers you again."
In the beginning, Madame Marissa allowed you five breaths. With each round of breathing, your chest heaved lustfully against her supple thighs. The smell of her perfume mixed with the scent of her arousal, making it almost impossible for you to resist. As promised, she gradually reduced the number of breaths you were allowed. The room began to spin as your oxygen reserves depleted, but still, you could not resist.
You could feel your heart pounding against her palm as she held it tightly against your chest during one of her pat-downs. But even when it seemed like you might pass out, she didn't relent. Each time she removed her hand, another wave of desire coursed through your body, leaving you shaken and trembling. No matter how much you begged, Madame Marissa remained firm, her face a stern mask of determination.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Madame Marissa permitted you a single breath. You gulped in the precious air, your lungs burning with the rush of oxygen. You looked up at her, tears streaming down your cheeks, speechless. She held your gaze for a long moment before breaking into a wicked grin.
"You're doing splendidly, seat pad," she murmured, her voice thick with approval. Rising from her crouch, she offered you a hand. Despite your trembling, you managed to stand, your legs wobbly but strong. The room seemed to tilt for a moment before settling back into place, the dizzying aftereffects of her smothering still reverberating through your body.
"Now then," she said, her tone turning hard. "Let's see if you can handle some real resistance." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her ass wiggling in full view. You felt a surge of adrenaline course through your veins as you began to chase after her. You knew that this was just the beginning of your training, and you were determined to be the best seat pad she'd ever had.
