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.
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.”
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
Dear Miss Rachel (or do you prefer ‘Ms Rachel’?), This is an excellent and thoughtful article. Any guy who gets smothered or scissored between your powerful thighs has no choice, but to serve you! After all, he simply has to follow your orders and he never gets a (stimulating!) glimpse of your sexy black fishnet stockings, your sexy black garter belts, and your sexy black underpants (if you’re wearing any underpants, that is).
Miss Rachel is fine. 🙂 Or, Goddess. Those are My two favorites!
I don’t do much scissoring, but the rest I agree with!
Oh–except for the glimpses part. With his head in the smother box, he can’t see a thing! Especially if I put him in a blindfold to make sure of it. Not even unauthorized glimpses are allowed. I want him emptyheaded unless and until summoned to action.
Consider the smother box a sensory deprivation tank. Or, the Sunken Place, from the movie Get Out. *giggle*
Thank you so much for reading!
Mistress Rachel, occupying a smotherbox beneath your magnificent ass and being used by you for hours of mixed humiliation and servitude would be a dream come true for me. Laying there in the darkness and isolation with my nose and mouth sometimes covered by your asshole, sometimes your pussy, and sometimes just the increasingly pungent aroma of both would be fantastic. If you chose to use my face, nose, lips, and tongue for pleasure, I would be thrilled to lick, kiss, and suck as eagerly as possible to give you the release you desire. If, however, you chose simply to clean yourself by wiping back and forth on my wet lips and washing tongue, I would be delighted with this form of submission and service. I would provide all you want, whenever you want it, and wherever you want it, all from inside that smotherbox.
Sissy Slut Samantha
Ah, sissy slut Samantha, as always such a picturesque and encouraging comminique!
I must admit that although I know technically you are an all-purpose whore, I am attached to the idea of your cock servitude, and would rather have you ensconced in the Smother Box for Adam’s amusement.
But I note and appreciate the sentiment just the same!
I am, in fact, a devoted cockslut and I not only love to suck cock, I really NEED to suck cock. You know this better than anyone. So the idea of having a man use me for facesitting, with his ass cheeks spread over my face and his asshole pushed into my mouth, is pure delight. Doing so from the dark and captive position inside a smotherbox would make it all even more exciting.
But the absolute tip top of the submission and servitude I desire so much is to do all of this at the demand and direction of a dominant woman like you Mistress Rachel. Thank you for making me admit how thoroughly I would service Adam and any other man of your choosing from the instant you snapped your fingers.
Dearest Miss Rachel, at the risk of suffering one of Your patented withering glances, followed by being put in a smotherbox and the lid being nailed shut.. surely it’s *discreetly acknowledged?
(I only raise the issue because You, foremost among all the current Enchantrixes – or Enchantrices? – are the one who in Her blogposts most resembles a professional writer.)
Thank You for a post as fascinating as usual, though!
I’ve written and erased about three different venomous replies Tea Bag, but I’ve decided to just say “of course you’re right. Thank you ever so much.”
Now I can forget about you, as I would if you were in the smotherbox.
You’ve got me dreaming of smothering and being your human furniture! Amazing post with such tempting and challenging images attached…. Quite a test for the pussy free…Like me!
Perhaps W/e would need to put a blindfold on you, and cuff your wrists to the outside of the box, both to make sure you don’t see anything you aren’t worthy to see, and so that you’re not tempted to fiddle with your clitty cage!
Thanks for reading, princess!