Cathy stood over her new slave, towering over him with a smirk. She had already learned he had quite the weakness for women in nylon, particularly big women like herself. She chuckled, running her fingers over the toes of her pantyhose, knowing what she was about to do would drive him wild.
"Get down on your belly, little man," she commanded. The slave did as he was told, his face practically pressed into the carpet as he awaited her next move. Cathy unzipped her black dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in only her voluptuous form, wearing a lacy black bra and thong that did little to contain her ample cleavage or rounded hips.
With a wicked grin, Cathy lifted one leg and gave him a clear view of what he was about to endure. Her thighs were as big around as his head, proof that he would be completely engulfed once she stepped onto him. She eased her foot back down to the floor, noticing how his eyes tracked her movements, eager for what was to come.
"I want you to beg me to put my foot on your face," she purred, taking a step closer. Her breath hot against his skin. "Tell me how much you need it."
The slave's mouth moved without thought, his words coming out in a rush. "Please, Mistress Cathy, I need your sexy foot on my face. I can't breathe without the scent of your nylon wrapped around me."
Satisfied with his response, Cathy looked down at him, her booty shaking temptingly with each step. She lingered over him, her sweaty foot teasing his face. Finally, with a smile that promised both pleasure and pain, she stepped down onto his chest, letting her entire weight rest on him.
He gasped, feeling her soft curves mashing into him as she took slow, deliberate steps, each one pushing him further towards the edge. His arms shook with the effort to lift them, his fingers barely brushing against the ends of her pantyhose.
"That's it, baby," she breathed, her voice deep and sultry. "Just keep looking up at those pretty bound feet."
As she paced back and forth above him, the slave's world blurred to nothing but the rhythmic rise and fall of her ample behind and the sound of her panting breaths as she enjoyed her power over him. He could feel himself slipping deeper into submission with each passing moment, his desires becoming more primal than anything he had ever experienced before.
Finally, Cathy leaned down, her face close to his. "Now," she said quietly, her lips grazing against his ear, "I want you to say how much you want me to put my pantyhose-covered ass right on your face."
The slave's reply was immediate, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need your ass on my face, Mistress Cathy. I can't breathe without it."
With that, Cathy straightened up and stepped off of him, taking a moment to draw in a deep breath as she admired the sight of his flattened form beneath her. Then, with a wicked grin, she bent over and pulled her shiny black pantyhose up around her waist, leaving her plump butt and cheeks completely exposed.
"Now, get up," she commanded, her voice low and menacing.
The slave struggled to comply, his limbs shaking as he tried to push himself off the floor. Finally, with a deep-seated groan, he managed to prop himself up onto his hands and knees, his face mere inches away from his Mistress' inviting backside.
"That's it," she purred, running her hand along his cheek. "Now you can really enjoy the view."
With that, Cathy lowered herself slowly onto the slave's chest once more, feeling his body quiver under her weight. As she sat there, her bouncing butt and smooth pantyhose-covered thighs pressed firmly against his face, she began to grind her hips back and forth, using him as a living seat cushion.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked, rocking her hips harder. "You love feeling my nylon-covered ass against your face."
The slave could only moan in response, his entire body giving in to the overwhelming pleasure and submission coursing through him. As he felt himself being used for her amusement, he realized that he would do anything to please her - even endure this humiliating and arousing treatment over and over again.
