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
