Ownership has its privileges, and there are few I enjoy exploiting more than making use of my human furniture. You will stay absolutely still, naked on your hands and knees before my vanity table. The heat from my pretty little honey pot and velvety, firm ass will caress the skin of your back through the thin material of my panties as I apply my makeup in the morning. I'll keep those swollen, denied balls attached by a chain to the collar around your neck. It will help you maintain the perfect position and degree of mental attentiveness. Your face will make a convenient place to perch as I take off my stilettos at the end of a busy day. Wait for me, slave, sitting back on your heels just inside the door. I know what kind of slut you are, and I take for granted that you will inhale deeply for those few moments, precious to you, that your nose is sandwiched between the cheeks of my ass. If you are good, and maintain vigilance during these more mundane times, you just may serve the duty you covet the most as an all-purpose throne - to have your servile face used as a human Sybian. To feel my nectar glazing it as I straddle and grind, from my pretty little rosebud to my throbbing clit. I will be heedless of whether or not you can breathe, seeking my own enjoyment. With a word, "lick", you will activate the clitoral stimulation feature of my favorite sex toy, and stick out your tongue as my bucks and grinds become deeper and faster. And if you are good, you will know privilege as well, in the electric, silky convulsing of my orgasm. I bet that little description got you throbbing, didn't it? Not so fast. That was not an invitation for you to call Me up declaring that you can't wait to eat My pussy and hear Me moan and cry out in ecstasy. You missed the part where that is a privilege, demanded when and if I want it, not because you do. Consider the contemplation of the possibilities yet another form of tease and denial. Something tantalizingly close, whether My orgasm or yours, that you're very unlikely to experience. The opportunity to submit and surrender knowing that, all the while. That makes you a good boy. That makes you a good throne. You do know, it is an absolute privilege to be earned, being Mistress’s throne, don’t you? Face sitting, smothering, queening, oral servitude…whatever you want to call it, every slave wants to do it. Oral servitude is one of the utmost privileges a Mistress can offer you. Dominant women have droves of men clamoring for their attention, so consider yourself honored by an invitation to be your Mistress’ throne. After all, what slave doesn’t dream of ass worship and oral servitude? Many may dream of it, but only few are lucky enough to fulfill the role of a throne. Being a proper throne is not easy, nor should it be. Acting as a pussy and ass worshiping throne for your Mistress is an act of supplication—one that requires exceptional endurance. After all, you might be acting as a throne for hours. Can your tongue handle hours of licking? Can your body handle an evening of staying entirely still? If not, then expect to undergo rigorous training as your Mistress shapes you into the perfect throne for her pleasure. It takes a lot of work and training to become Mistress’s throne! Body worship is a slave’s opportunity to show his adoration and devotion for his Mistress. Acting as an oral servitude throne allows a slave to worship the ass and pussy of his Mistress as an act of service and supplication. When you’re in position as a throne, use your tongue to impress your Mistress. Ass and pussy worship are ostensibly the most intimate forms of body worship, so skillfully please your Mistress in appreciation of such privilege. Without a doubt, being an oral servitude throne is a slave’s dream. However, your Mistress might decide to turn you into a literal throne. If your Mistress is feeling insidious and teasing, she might simply turn you into a piece of furniture. She will turn you into a piece of human furniture for her enjoyment, and you will be expected to remain exceptionally still. Imagine a dinner party hosted by your Mistress where every chair at the dining table is replaced by human furniture. As the women enjoy themselves over drinks and food, you must struggle to stay still as you act as one of a dozen human furniture thrones. Reducing you to little more than a stool can be an exercise in humiliation. Imagine being stripped of all personhood and treated as a nameless, faceless piece of furniture. For those who delight in psychological humiliation, it can be intensely erotic to be ignored and used as a piece of human furniture. Your Mistress might sit on your face, place her laptop on your stomach, and use your mouth as a comfortable cushion as she browses lingerie or writes a blog post. Your Mistress might also order you on your hands and knees and use your back as a chair as she watches a movie. Can your hands and knees handle the role of a human throne? More importantly, can your ego? If you have what it takes, become a throne today. Give one of our Femdom Mistresses a call! 
Rachel
Email me at Rachel@EnchantrixEmpire.com
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