The Job Interview: From Throne to Servant
Marissa is a stunning, curvaceous woman with an air of authority about her. She's known for her demanding nature and high standards, which often leave people feeling both challenged and flattered by her attention. One day, she receives an application from an ambitious young man who expresses his desire to serve her as a throne - to be her footstool, her subject, and most importantly, her butt-pillow for as long as she desires. Intrigued, Marissa decides to give him a chance and invites him over for an interview.
As the eager applicant walks into her lavish office, he immediately senses her dominance and power. The room is richly decorated, full of luxurious furniture and expensive artwork, but it's Marissa herself who commands the attention. She's dressed impeccably in a form-fitting business suit that highlights her voluptuous figure. She greets him with a smile that could freeze coals and gestures for him to take a seat across from her.
"So," she begins, leaning back in her chair, "tell me why you think you're qualified to serve as my throne."
The man hesitates before responding. He knows he has to convince her he's the one for the job, but he also doesn't want to oversell himself. "I'm strong, ma'am. I can handle whatever you throw at me. And I'm not just talking about physically. I'm emotionally resilient, too. I understand that this isn't going to be an easy job, but I'm willing to put in the effort."
Marissa nods thoughtfully, taking in his words. She stands up from her chair, revealing herself completely for the first time - towering over him, her impressive rear end right in front of his face. "Do you know what a throne does, exactly?" she asks, her voice low and sultry.
The man swallows hard. "A throne supports its ruler, ma'am," he manages to say. "It provides comfort and stability while also conveying power and dominance."
"Good answer," she replies, her voice still even. "But remember, a throne also has duties. It must remain immobile, devoted, and attentive at all times. It must not move or fidget unless its ruler allows it to. Do you think you can do that?"
The man nods fervently, his heart racing. He knows what's coming next, and he's determined to prove himself worthy.
"Very well then," Marissa says, climbing onto the edge of her desk. Slowly, deliberately, she slides out of her skirt, revealing a pair of black jeans that hug her curves like a second skin. "Here is your first test."
Her jeans are stiff, clearly not worn often, and as she sits down on his face, he feels the weight of them compress his nose and ears, smothering him. She doesn't give him any time to adjust or breathe; instead, she begins typing away on her phone, completely ignoring him. His world reduces to the feel of her jeans, the smell of her perfume, and the sound of her typing.
After what feels like an eternity, she finally lifts herself off him, causing him to gasp for air. "Not bad," she comments, "but remember, this is just the beginning. When I use you as my throne, I won't be getting up every twenty seconds to let you catch your breath."
The man nods, his face flushed with exertion and excitement. "I understand, ma'am. I'm ready for anything."
Marissa studies him for a moment before standing up and walking around her desk. She leans down and whispers into his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "If you truly want this job, prove it," she says softly, before sitting back down on his face once again.
And so the interview continues: Marissa tests his endurance, his obedience, and his willingness to serve. She sits on him for long stretches at a time, making him hold his breath while she replies to messages or takes calls. She pushes him to his limits, demanding he remain still and quiet no matter what. Through it all, he remains steadfast, determined to show her that he's the perfect choice for her throne.
Finally, she pulls away and offers him a glass of water. He gulps it down gratefully, feeling the coolness spread through his body. "Well," she says, standing up and walking around him once again, "you've passed your first trial. But remember, this is just a taste of what being my throne would entail. If you're still interested, let me know. I'll be in touch."
With that, she turns on her heel and disappears into her office, leaving him alone to ponder his decision. Will he be her throne? Or will the experience be too much for him to handle? Only time will tell.
