As the day drew to a close, Madame Marissa prepared for her evening routine. She had decided to take her pleasure from her beloved seat pad today by making him suffer. Her heart raced with excitement at the thought of dominating him further under her very ass.
Dressed in a tight pair of jeans that hugged her voluptuous buttocks, she took her seat on the pad, swiftly pinning it down beneath her. She glared down at it, knowing that the hard jeans were already causing it immense discomfort, even before she began.
"Today, I really want to make you suffer," she purred, running her fingers over the harddened fabric of her jeans. "I'm going to not only sit on your face and smother you under my sexy ass, but I'm also going to drop my ass down onto you each time I let you breathe. Yes, I know the hard jeans hurt you now, but just wait till I start doing butt drops."
Madame Marissa leaned back in her seat, positioning her weight perfectly on the pad's face. She held her breath as she felt every inch of his discomfort, her heart beating faster with anticipation.
"I'm going to keep sitting on your face for long times, or do you want to breathe more often and experience more butt drops?" she taunted him, her voice filled with amusement. "I really don't care; you're going to suffer either way, seat pad."
The pad felt the brunt of her full weight as she once again pulled herself up, the pressure pushing deep into his mouth and nose. She savored the sounds of his struggling breaths beneath her. Each time she pulled back, she let out a slow, deliberate inhale before dropping her ass back down onto his face with a loud thud.
"Oh, do you like that?" she chuckled darkly, feeling his muffled moans beneath her. "Too bad, because you're going to experience it over and over again tonight."
As the minutes passed, Madame Marissa reveled in her power over the helpless seat pad. She leaned back, allowing her full weight to crash onto his face once more. His muffled whimpering only served to fuel her desire to make him suffer more.
She continued her torturous routine, her heart racing with every drop of her ass onto his face. She watched as he struggled helplessly beneath her, his face now a deep shade of red. Despite his obvious discomfort, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure in knowing that she held all the power here.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Madame Marissa stood up, releasing her full weight from the pad's face. She stared down at it, taking in the sight of its red, swollen face and the sorry state it was now in. Her heart raced as she felt a sudden rush of dominance course through her veins.
"You're going to be like this for a long time," she warned him, her icy tone sending shivers down his spine. "Because whether you like it or not, you're going to suffer either way."
With that, she turned away, leaving the defeated seat pad to stew in its own misery. As she padded away down the hall, she couldn't help but feel a sense of elation wash over her. She had proven her dominance yet again, and the seat pad was now forever under her control.
