Hello, Horny Readers! Extra points if you understand the little play on words in the title. But My tongue-in-cheek gesture isn’t the focus. One of My favorite ways to enjoy your tongue between My cheeks, is. Namely, the smotherbox.

Eat it when and how I tell you, and not before.

Let’s make something clear: given that I can be quite a sadistic Mistress, and I have a penchant for humiliation and denial in all its forms, I’d much prefer to dehumanize you completely with literal smothering under the crotch of My panties or between My ass cheeks. It delights Me to think of so firmly settling My flesh around your nose and mouth that you couldn’t use your tongue even if I wanted you to. Sometimes this is called power facesitting. It’s one of the queening methods that’s more about domination than physical fulfillment.

Further, a smotherbox, it could be argued, is neither actually queening, nor smothering, because:

  • Mistress is technically sitting on a piece of furniture as opposed to your face
  • The only thing limiting your ability to breathe is how ardently you seek to please.

There’s a lot to be said, however, for the smotherbox. It’s the perfect intersection between humiliation for the slave, and access to service for the Mistress.

Keep reading, and I’ll explain why.

Smotherbox Origins

The smotherbox isn’t just a modern invention of kinksters, nor is the practice of queening itself. As reported in the August 2018 issue of the Deccan Chronicle

According to the dictionary, the first images of queening were seen in ancient Egyptian drawings, but it is known to have been a historic part of ancient Japanese, Chinese, Indian, Medieval European, Victorian and other cultures.

The article goes on to suggest that the term itself probably refers to Royal women, including literal queens, who were known to avail themselves of the oral servitude of specific underlings. Noisome concept of compulsory virginity until marriage (for women only) aside, avoiding pregnancy in the quest for sexual gratification required contingencies. Further, it wasn’t Her Majesty alone who found a need for such services. Less-privileged women could visit professionals in houses of pleasure.

Both the physical comfort and elevated propriety of the horny monarch was of great importance. For one thing, the superiority of the royal pussy and asshole had to be discreetly acknowledged. Direct contact with more of a mere servant’s face than necessary would have assumed more familiarity than he was entitled to.

Hence, a piece of furniture designed for access of tongue to tender parts, and the graceful arranging of joints and skirts while receiving it. A.K.A., the smotherbox, was conceived.

It probably looked something like the one on the right.

I suppose I have more in common with Imperial women of the past than the fact that I am sometimes called Empress!

Why? I’ll tell you!

It suits My changing moods!

Almost as much as the slave himself, I love a piece of furniture that can accommodate My needs no matter the nature of submission I require.

Maybe it’s only a display of your devotion and enslavement I want. I like the idea that if it weren’t for the occasional waft of your warm breath against My panties, I might just forget you exist. Ignore humiliation at its finest!

For example, I often work at My coffee table. The smotherbox is the perfect height. It’s nice to know that while I’m absorbed in writing scripts for x-rated audios, or writing a blog post like this, there you’d be: Silent, unobtrusive, with no other thought in your head but the anticipation of Mistress’ needs.

Or at least you’d be advised to make sure that’s what I can assume.

Then, on a whim, I could reach down, pull the crotch of My panties aside, and utter the word “lick”. Perhaps followed by a few others like “deeper”.


“Suck My clit.”

“Don’t stop.”

Perhaps these would be followed by My cries of pleasure, and trembling thighs that you would only get to imagine before the crotch was replaced.

On other occasions, you would only be allowed a few seconds of licking. Say, if I was not particularly horny, but only wanted to gauge your attentiveness.

Ah, My mind wanders pleasantly when considering the various corporal punishments that would follow if there were more than a few seconds between the command and the action. But that’s a post for another day.

Daydreaming about queening?

I’ve shared My smotherbox daydream scenarios with you. Would you like to share yours with Me? Would you be a good slave for the smotherbox? Do you understand that pussy worship and ass worship aren’t about you, no matter how rigid the thought makes your cock?

If you can answer “yes” to the above questions, then perhaps W/e can daydream together in a session about just how much selfless service you could provide.

And since all women are royalty to those who truly believe in Female superiority, perhaps you might consider introducing a smotherbox into your current relationship. Maybe you already have. If so, I’d love to hear all about it!


Empress Rachel, Queening Queen