Madame Marissa - You want to serve me as a throne?

Are you ready to serve as Madame Marissa's throne? She asks with a sultry smile, undoing the button on her jeans and lowering herself onto your face slowly. The cool sensation of her iron-like jeans flush against your skin sends shivers down your spine. As she settles, the weight of her bodies presses you into the mattress, and you feel her warm breath against your ear sending tingles down your back.

"This is what you wanted, right?" She asks mockingly, feeling your body react underneath her. "Well, let me tell you what you've gotten yourself into. First of all, I'm not just going to sit here for fifteen minutes so you can catch your breath. I plan on using you all day long." She shift her body slightly, rubbing her ass cheeks against the tip of your nose, leaving you gasping for air.

Tuesdays are usually busy days for Madame Marissa. There were messages to reply, calls to attend, and emails to go through. Usually, she takes care of these matters on her precious bed, but today, she has decided to make you her personal throne. You will be her support system - her comfort, and her only concern.

As she types away on her phone, ignoring the pleas for air coming from your direction, you feel yourself losing consciousness. But just when you think you can't hold your breath anymore, she lifts herself off you slightly, giving you a brief pause to catch your breath. "Hmm, maybe I'll give you a break every ten minutes or so." She says, smirking down at you.

For the next few hours, you become accustomed to her weight pressing down on you. The scent of her sweat and the warmth of her skin surround you, and you begin to crave more of it. As she shifts positions, grinding her hips against yours, you feel a stirring in your loins. You realize that you are becoming aroused by the thought of serving her in this way.

By the end of the day, you have lost count of how many times she has used you. Your cheeks are aching from the constant pressure of her ass against them, but you wouldn't change a thing. You have never felt so alive, so needed. As she lies down next to you, exhausted but satisfied, she curls her body around yours and pulls you into a tight embrace.

"Thank you, my little throne." She whispers, kissing the top of your head. "You've served me well today." She presses a cold bottle of water into your hands and watches as you gulp down the refreshing liquid gratefully. "Tomorrow will be another busy day, and I have a feeling we'll be spending quite a bit of time together." Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and you can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and dread at the thought of what might come next.