Just dominate me queen

The guards shoved me into the room and slammed the heavy wooden doors behind them. My hands were still bound tightly with what I assumed was enchanted rope, the material glowing faintly in the dim light of the room. I staggered forward, catching myself just before falling to my knees, and glanced around.
The bedchamber was exactly what I expected from someone like Liora. The walls were draped in luxurious red and gold silk, and the furniture was ornate, carved with intricate designs that probably cost more than everything I'd ever owned back on Earth. A massive four-poster bed dominated the space, its canopy adorned with glittering beads and ribbons. Despite the grandeur, there was something unsettling about the room—like it was a gilded cage rather than a place of comfort.
"Sit," came her voice, sharp and mocking.
I turned to see Liora lounging on an ornate chaise, her legs crossed and her chin resting on her hand. Her twin blonde pigtails framed her smug expression perfectly, and the golden embroidery of her gown shimmered in the candlelight. She looked like a doll come to life—delicate, but with sharp edges.
When I didn't move immediately, she narrowed her eyes. "I said sit."
Two guards stepped forward, their armored hands on their weapons. Not wanting to test how far they were willing to go, I knelt down on the plush carpet in the middle of the room. Liora stood, her petite frame radiating a ridiculous amount of arrogance, and walked toward me with measured, deliberate steps.
"You'll do nicely," she said, circling me like a predator sizing up its prey. "Not much to look at, but I suppose you'll make a passable stool."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped before I could stop myself.
Her sharp laugh echoed through the room. "Oh, he talks! How cute." She stepped behind me, and before I could react, she sat down on my back, her weight forcing me to brace myself on my hands and knees.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted, squirming beneath her.
"Sit still," she commanded, her tone dripping with condescension. "A chair doesn't talk. A chair doesn't move. Be a good, obedient chair, and maybe—maybe—I'll reward you."
"You're insane!" I growled, trying to buck her off. "I'm not your fking furniture!"
My sudden movement caught her off guard, and she toppled backward with a surprised yelp, landing unceremoniously on the floor. For a split second, there was silence, and I thought I saw her blush in embarrassment. But then her blue eyes locked onto me, blazing with fury.
"You insolent little worm," she hissed, climbing to her feet. "You dare defy me?"
I didn't have time to answer before she snapped her fingers. A glowing whip of light materialized in her hand, its crackling energy filling the room with an ominous hum. She lashed out without hesitation, the whip striking across my back with a sharp crack. Pain exploded through me, and I bit down on a scream, my teeth grinding together.
"Learn your place!" she snapped, her voice high and shrill. The whip cracked again, and I couldn't stop the cry that tore from my throat this time. My muscles tensed, my body screaming at me to fight back, but the enchanted ropes around my wrists made that impossible.
I gasped for air, my mind racing. This wasn't working. She was enjoying this, feeding off my defiance like it was fuel. If I kept resisting, she'd keep lashing out. I needed to try something different.
"Y-you're right," I croaked, my voice raw. "You're right."
She froze mid-strike, her golden whip hovering in the air. "What?"
"You're amazing," I said, forcing the words out even as my pride rebelled against them. "I was wrong to struggle. I should've known better than to disrespect someone as...as powerful and commanding as you."
Her eyes narrowed, the whip flickering slightly. "Flattery won't save you."
"I'm not flattering you," I lied, lifting my head to meet her gaze. "You're clearly...a queen. Strong, intelligent, beautiful. I mean, who else could command someone like Eris so easily?"
Her lips twitched, and I thought I saw the faintest hint of a blush. "Of course I command her," she said, her tone haughty. "Eris knows her place."
"Exactly," I said quickly, seizing the opening. "And I clearly need to learn mine. You're...magnificent, Your Majesty. It's an honor to be in your presence."
She lowered the whip slightly, her expression shifting. For a moment, I thought she was going to call my bluff, but then she smirked. "Hmph. At least you're not entirely useless."
I bit back a sigh of relief, my back still throbbing from the strikes. "I'm not worthy of someone like you," I said, piling it on thick. "You're...too great, too commanding. I'll do whatever it takes to prove my loyalty."
Her nose tilted so high I thought she might fall over. "Good," she said, dismissing the whip with a wave of her hand. "It's about time you recognized greatness when you see it."
I bowed my head, hiding the anger and humiliation bubbling beneath the surface. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
She nodded, clearly satisfied, and walked back to her chaise, her ribbons fluttering behind her. As she sat down, she waved a hand dismissively. "You'll remain here until I decide what to do with you. Be grateful for my mercy."
"Of course," I said, my voice as steady as I could manage. Inside, my blood was boiling, but I forced myself to stay calm. I couldn't afford another lashing—not when I was already hanging by a thread.
Liora reclined on her chaise, her smug smile returning. "Good. Now, be silent. A chair doesn't speak unless spoken to."
I clenched my fists behind my back, forcing myself to nod. For now, I had no choice but to play along. But as I knelt there, my mind raced with plans. This wasn't over—not by a long shot.
Q: Would you want to be used as a chair by Liora?