Madame Marissa - Youll be my new office chair now! (small version)

As you're standing there, feeling a bit flustered and ashamed of your recent behavior, Madame Marissa walks into the room, smirking slightly as she sees the look on your face. "Did you really think I'd just let you stare at all the girls' asses in the office? No, such behavior needs to be punished," she says, her voice cold and stern. "And what would be more appropriate than letting my ass punish you?" She chuckles darkly at her own joke and begins to unravel a roll of duct tape from her desk, her eyes never leaving yours. Without another word, she grabs you by the hair and firmly pulls you towards the office chair. She binds your wrists tightly to the armrests, ensuring that you cannot move your arms or hands at all. Next, she rips off a piece of duct tape and presses it over your mouth, sealing it shut so that you can't speak or make any noise. You feel her heavy weight settle onto your lap as she sits down on the chair, pushing your chest into the hard plastic. She leans back, propping herself up with her hands on the armrests, and you can feel the bulge of her panties against your crotch. The faint smell of sweat and desire wafts up to your nostrils, making your heart race even faster. "Tell me, do you see what your punishment is now?" she asks, her voice barely audible even to your own ears beneath the duct tape. "You're going to be my new office chair. Everyone who comes into this room will see you, bound and helpless, with my ass right in your face." She laughs softly again as the realization of your situation hits you like a ton of bricks. You try to squirm away from the pain of the duct tape and the unyielding pressing of her jeans against your face, but you're completely helpless. You can feel her breath warm on your skin as she takes long, slow breaths. "Don't worry, I'll let you breathe... every now and then," she murmurs. "I want you to survive after all. But don't think this is going to be over after just a few hours of punishment. No, you'll also be my office chair tomorrow... and the day after... and maybe even longer. Only I am going to decide when it's enough and when you can be free again." You feel her start to rock back and forth slightly, almost as if she's dance, her hips grinding against your face. It's a strange feeling - part shame, part arousal, and completely out of your control. As time passes, the feelings begin to blend together, and you find yourself wondering if this is what you truly deserve. Madame Marissa is a expert in taunting and teasing her subjects; she takes her time, enjoying every second of their discomfort, but also making sure they don't forget her in their time of need. As she rocks back and forth, she occasionally reaches down to pinch or squeeze your bound arms, just enough to remind you that you're completely at her mercy. Hours pass, and you lose track of time. You're not sure how much longer you can take this punishment, but you know one thing for sure: Madame Marissa won't let you off the hook easily. You're sure to be her new office chair for as long as she wishes it so. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she stands up and removes the duct tape from your mouth. Your jaw aches from being clamped shut for so long, and your cheeks are sore from her jeans rubbing against them. "That's enough for today," she says, smirking at you. "But don't worry, I'll see you again tomorrow." She leaves the room, and you're left alone to recover from your ordeal. As you sit there, bound to the chair, you can't help but feel a strange mix of shame, arousal, and anticipation for what tomorrow might bring.