It was a warm summer afternoon, and Madame Marissa decided to indulge herself with a nice relaxing read in her garden. She stepped inside her smotherbox, locking it tightly behind her. The familiar click echoed through the silent room, reassuring her that her privacy was secure.
Inside the box, a young man was kneeling on the cold, hard floor, his eyes nervously darting around the room. He knew he had been placed in an uncomfortable situation, but he couldn't possibly have imagined what was about to happen.
Madame Marissa slowly undid the button of her jeans and lowered herself onto the smotherbox. The young man gulped as he felt her sweet, warm ass make contact with his face. The denim rubbed against his skin, causing a delicious friction that he couldn't help but enjoy.
"Enjoying your new job as a human seat pad, loser?" Madame Marissa asked, her magazine opened to an interesting article. She began reading, completely oblivious to the suffering of the man beneath her.
The young man nodded his head vigorously, tears streaming down his face from the pressure of her weight. The musky scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, making it hard for him to breathe. He tried to push against her, hoping to lift his head even an inch, but her jeans were tight and unforgiving.
Madame Marissa didn't seem to notice his struggles. She continued reading, occasionally lifting one ass cheek to allow some air to flow into the poor man's lungs. Each time she did this, he gasped for air, his entire body aching from the crushing weight of her ass.
Hours seemed to pass before Madame Marissa finally finished her magazine. She stood up and stretched, her ass still pressed firmly against the young man's face. He felt a moment of relief as she removed her jeans, and then a wave of terror as he realized what was coming next.
"Time to clean up your mess," Madame Marissa said coldly, pulling out a bottle of alcohol and a cloth. "Open your mouth wide."
The young man did as he was told, his mind racing with fear. He knew that he had made a terrible mistake, but he also knew that it was too late now. All he could do was endure the pain and hope for a brighter future.
Madame Marissa poured the alcohol into his mouth, causing him to gag from the strong sting. As he struggled to breathe, she wiped her bare ass with the cloth, making sure every inch of him was covered in her scent and filled with her warmth.
"There you go, loser," she said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Now you're truly a part of my world."
With that, she unlocked the smotherbox and stepped out, leaving the young man there to think about his new life as her human seat pad. He could only hope that he wouldn't be subjected to such humiliation again.
