Yes. Yes, that's right, my dear.
You're such a good, obedient pet.
You know exactly where you belong.
Sit there and bask in my resplendence.
Savor how this latex binds to my contours.
How could you ever want to avert your eyes.
What more could your spirit possibly wish for?
Today, your purpose is quite simple. Be my seat.
Let me use that precious face of yours for my ass.
Accept my weight and breathe in your Mistress' scent.
That's right, do your best to be an adequate receptacle.
You're such a good, obedient pet. Careful I don't lose you.
I wouldn't want you to disappear beyond my cheeks, after all.

Obeying your Mistress' prime directives always gives you such immense
joy, does it not? To have your aimless life being given such firm, clear-cut
direction is endlessly enriching. You were born to be in a position of
subservience, and she takes such good care of you, regardless of how she
may feel. You must be thrice as dutiful to live up to such a magnanimous
superior. You must show her that you're worthy of her doting, of her care,
of being her charge. When she issues a command, you follow it to the
letter, nothing less. Your servility always yields the finest of fair, after all!

Be indebted to your Mistress!
Be consigned by your Mistress!
Be devoured into your Mistress!

Such is your fate, and your fate is so kind.