Serving Seat (Mini Story) (Patreon)

Jeeves had stripped to his skivvies and forced unto his knees with his hands bound behind him, a rigid but flexible back brace going all the way up his spine was firmly attached his body. The young butler was employed by incredibly wealthy couple and, against the warnings of the estate's other servants, had made multiple insulting remarks about their spoiled, immature and morbidly obese daughter, Lady Tressa. The heiress had recently had her 21st birthday and had been empowered by her doting parents to reward and punish the household servants however she saw fit. Today, Jeeves had called her an "overgrown, fatass brat" without realizing she was in earshot and she immediately ordered security to seize him and before quickly came up with a special punishment.

"Milady, my words may have been somewhat curt, but it would be healthy for you to try and lose a little weight and maybe start trying to be more mature now that you're 21." Jeeves said, trying in vain to appeal for mercy.

Lady Tressa, the 500 young woman dressed in a pink, poofy princess dress with a skirt so small that it didn't even cover a third of her massive backside, simply glowered at him in both anger and anticipation.

"When I want your opinion, I'll demand it from you! Until then, you must learn how your place and how lowly it is!"

She turned around and began to slowly crouch onto his upper body. Jeeves's world became consumed by two incredibly fleshy moons barely covered by a pair of threadbare, frilly pink panties. He could already hear the the slight poots and smell the toxic aroma. Having served Tressa for months now, he was well aware of her flatulence issues and having collected her laundry on more than one occasion, he was also aware that the gas often didn't come out clean. 

After giving the insolent butler a view of how much of a "fatass" she truly was, Tressa finally sat on his head and chest, his face now deep within her sweaty, musky crack. Jeeves felt like her was going to be crushed but the brace supporting his back and neck kept him and his spine steady under the his mistress's billion dollar bulk, keeping him at curved, firm angle as his dominator rested her quarter ton of flesh on top of him. He felt like an overtaxed support beam at the bottom of a large building, on the verge of breaking but just strong enough to not give out.

"This is more comfortable than I thought it would be." Tressa said, scooting her butt on her new seat to find the sweet spot. "I hope you weren't hoping for this to be a quick punishment because this will be your new job for a while."