Madame Marissa - His face is my new office chair

Welcome to Madame Marissa's scat fetish site, where nothing is off limits! Today's story features a hapless slave who finds himself at the mercy of his mistress's powerful behind. As she goes about her business, editing videos under her desk, she realizes that he face would make for an excellent office chair. Little does he know what horrors await him as he lies beneath her with his face pressed up against the cold, hard floor. Madame Marissa takes her time setting up her workspace, casually stepping over the groaning slave as she works. She wears skin-tight jeans that not only squeeze her ample behind but also chafe against his sensitive skin. She reaches under the desk and prods him with her foot, laughing at his pathetic attempts to free himself from beneath her. Finally, she takes her seat, and with a sigh of satisfaction, lowers herself down onto his face. The weight of her body presses against his, smothering him completely. She positions herself carefully, making sure that every inch of her cheeks land squarely on his mouth. Her breathing becomes heavier as she settles in, the sound of her heavy breaths muffled by his muffled whimpers. For hours, Madame Marissa works diligently, occasionally leaning back in her chair to stretch her legs or adjust her position. Each time she does so, she takes care to ensure that her entire weight rests on his face, grinding against him with a slow, rhythmic gyration. The pain is excruciating, but he can't help but find a certain thrill in being used in this way. As the day wears on, Madame Marissa becomes increasingly impatient with her slave's struggles. She leans down once again, pinning both his arms beneath her, and begins to strike him with the full force of her fury. Every smack resonates through his body, leaving him aching and bruised. Yet still, he finds himself eagerly anticipating her next move. In the end, it's a miracle that he survives the day. When Madame Marissa finally releases him from his torturous prison beneath her desk, he stumbles away, barely able to stand. But even as he limps off to his punishment cell, he can't help but imagine what horrors await him tomorrow. For in Madame Marissa's world, pain is pleasure, and humiliation is the ultimate aphrodisiac. If you dare, step into Madame Marissa's domain and explore the depths of your darkest fantasies. Only the strong survive in this twisted world of facesitting fetishes and unspeakable pleasure.