Madame Marissa - You arent able to do anything right - so youll just be a chair!

You've always been a disappointment to everyone you've ever encountered. No matter the job you're given, you always seem to find a way to screw it up. Well, Madame Marissa has had enough of your incompetence; it's time for you to learn your place.

She enters the room, dressed in her finest, her eyes piercing through you. She's had enough of your worthlessness and decides that it's time she taught you a lesson you won't soon forget. With a smirk, she motions for you to follow her to the center of the room.

Before you know it, you find yourself kneeling in front of her, your head bowed, anticipating her next move. She chuckles softly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. "You know what?" she purrs, "You're not even good enough to be my slave. From now on, you're just going to be a chair."

Her words are like a slap in the face, yet you can't help but feel a twinge of excitement in your loins. You know exactly what she means by "a chair." Your heart races as she positions herself directly in front of you, her ample behind hovering just above your waiting mouth.

Without another word, she lowers herself onto your face, engulfing you in the sweet scent of her perfume and the warmth of her cushiony ass cheeks. You feel the weight of her body pressing down on your head, making it impossible to move or breathe. But you don't mind – in fact, you welcome it.

Madame Marissa seems to sense your eagerness, and she takes full advantage of it. She sits down hard on your face, crushing it beneath her massive girth. The sensation of her firm ass cheeks smothering your nose and mouth is strangely arousing, and you find yourself growing even harder than you already were.

She begins to shift her weight from one side to the other, her cheeks wobbling and mashing against your face. It's clear that she's intent on making you feel as uncomfortable as possible, but you're too far gone to care. All you can focus on is the intense pleasure coursing through your body as she debases you before her.

She spends what seems like hours sitting down on your face, grinding her hips back and forth, and teasing your cock and balls mercilessly. Every now and then, she'll lean forward and whisper something in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers up your spine. "You like being my chair, don't you?" she'll ask, her voice thick with sadistic delight.

You're about to respond when she suddenly releases her hold on you, allowing you to gasp for air. But even as you suck in great gulps of breath, you know that this brief respite is fleeting. She's just toying with you, building up the anticipation for what's to come next.

Sure enough, before you can even catch your breath, she's back on you again - this time even harder than before. Her ass crashes down onto your face with a sickening thud, cutting off your air supply once more. You moan loudly, unable to resist the overwhelming urge to breathe in her musky scent and taste her sweet folds.

She continues to thrust herself down on your face, grinding her hips and ass against your mouth and nose. The sensation is incredible, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. But just as you're about to climax, she pulls away suddenly, leaving you hanging and gasping for air once more.

You can't take much more of this, but you know that you're addicted to her power and control. She's transformed you from a useless loser into a willing slave, and there's no going back now. As she sits down on your face for one final time, you pray that she never lets you go. Because being her chair might just be the best thing that's ever happened to you.