Bound hands clench, knuckles white, as the first chaplet feels the Queen's weight on his face. Her ass, a perfect hemisphere, smothers him, her scent intoxicating. He licks, worships, as she rides his tongue, her moans echoing in the silent room. The next chaplet awaits, his cock throbbing, anticipating his turn at her divine altar, where humiliation and pleasure intertwine in a dance as old as time.