She watched him from a distance her gaze intense

Her morning routine began not with coffee but with a demand for subservience

He was her personal furniture her throne

The air grew heavy with anticipation

Her weight pressed down a delicious torment

He embraced the humiliation

Every command was a thrill

The smells of her body were his perfume

His face was her seat

She reveled in her power

The sounds were intoxicating

He lived for her every whim

The sweet farts were a special treat

A moment of pure submission

He breathed her in

Her comfort was his duty

Every moment was captured

His face was her throne

He endured and adored

She was his absolute mistress