Enjoy this delightful glimpse into my daily life with a real human chair! As a seat, he is expected not to breathe or struggle. Unfortunately, this does not always go as planned as slaves sometimes lose sight of their objectives and panic. I'm a patient and generous Goddess, though. When my seat panics, I momentarily ease up to give him a breath of stinky fart from my fragrant, delicious ass. I allow the slave to tongue my asshole as well, a rare privilege. This incentivizes the slave to remain still for longer. The cycle continues as I sit with my legs up, full weight on his body and build up farts to feed him. I insult his incompetence and remained determined to sit on my seat even if he is scared and wants to back out. There's no escape. I settle in with no intention of getting up. If he passes, all the better!