Mistress Gaia was in the mood for some quality time with her slave. She was perfectly content as she sat down on his chest, feeling his warmth beneath her. He was tied up tightly, and there was no way he could wriggle free. She held him firmly in place, her strong thighs crushing down on his chest.
She looked down at him with a mix of lust and domination in her eyes. His cock stood at attention, pointing up towards her womanhood. She reached down and grabbed it, squeezing it gently between her fingers. He groaned softly, arching his back towards her in an attempt to get closer.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "You're not going anywhere until I decide otherwise." She smiled wickedly before putting all of her weight onto him, pinning him down with her immense strength. He let out a muffled gasp as she crushed him beneath her superior form.
Under Mistress Gaia's perfect rear end, the slave found himself struggling for air. Every breath he took was filled with the heady scent of her musk. It was intoxicating, yet inescapable. She smothered his face, her ass cheeks pressing firmly onto his mouth. He tried to speak, to beg for mercy, but no sound escaped his lips.
As he grew more desperate for air, his struggles became more intense. He bucked beneath her, but it was no use. Mistress Gaia was like a mountain, unmovable and all-consuming. She looked down at him with dark eyes, her lips curled into a smile that sent shivers down his spine.
"Please," he managed to whisper between gasps of air.
"Please, what?" She asked, lifting her ass slightly off his face before slamming back down again. He gasped, trying to catch hold of the little bit of air that had been granted to him.
"Please... breathe," he rasped, his voice barely audible under the weight of her ass.
Mistress Gaia chuckled darkly. "Oh, but my little bitch, that's where you're wrong," she said as she leaned forward, her ass now completely covering his face.
She continued to smother him, all the while squishing his cock firmly between her thighs. He felt himself growing closer to the edge, the combination of fear, suffocation, and arousal overwhelming him. He knew there was no escape from under her beautiful ass.
As his mind began to fog up from the lack of oxygen, Mistress Gaia leaned down and mussed his hair with her free hand. With the other, she reached between them and started toying with his cock, rubbing it up and down in slow, teasing motions.
He groaned, his head spinning from the mix of pleasure and pain. He couldn't believe it - she was torturing him and pleasing him all at once. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, but he knew better than to beg for release. Not when she was having this much fun.
Mistress Gaia continued to dominate her slave, facesitting him until he could barely take it anymore. She farted in his face, the warm, musky scent filling his nose. He tried to struggle free, but she only pressed down harder, grinding her tight ass against his face.
And then, finally, she let him catch a breath. Just as he was about to beg for more, she pulled her ass from his face and stood up. He gasped, trying to take in as much air as his lungs would allow.
Mistress Gaia towered over him, her eyes full of lust and power. She reached down and grabbed his cock, jerking him off roughly until he came all over her hand. She watched as he shuddered and convulsed beneath her, her grip on his cock never wavering.
With a final look of domination, she walked away, leaving him panting and spent on the floor. For now, her little bitch was hers to command, and she knew there was no escaping from under her beautiful ass.
