Lady BlackDiamoond and her friend, Lady Alice, were robed and ready for their next session with their bound slave. The air was charged with anticipation as they approached, excitement coursing through their veins. Their plan was simple yet exhilarating: face sitting and breath control.
As they reached the bound figure, BlackDiamoond placed a hand on her hip and leaned over him, her breasts almost touching his face. She looked deep into his eyes and saw the fear mixing with desire. "Today," she whispered huskily, "you'll be our personal facesitting toy."
Lady Alice giggled mischievously behind her and tied the slave's hands tightly together above his head. With a smirk, she climbed onto a nearby stool and planted her shapely bottom firmly on his face. The squishy sound of her ass filling his mouth nearly made him cum on the spot. "Mmmm," she moaned, feeling him struggle underneath her.
BlackDiamoond followed suit and slowly lowered herself onto the slave's lap. Her full breasts pressed against his chest as she felt the heat of his body through their thin robes. She paused for a moment, savoring the moment before lowering her ass onto his face.
The sensation was incredible – the softness of her body enveloped him, and the warmth emanating from her crotch was almost unbearable. She leaned forward, resting her weight on him as he struggled to breathe beneath her. "Good boy," she purred, feeling his tongue flick out tentatively against her pussy lips.
Without warning, Lady Alice stood up and straddled the slave's head, her pussy mere inches from his lips. The smell of her arousal was overpowering, and he knew what was coming next. As she lowered herself slowly onto his face, he felt her wetness coat his mouth and nose. "Breathe, slave," she said playfully as she began to grind her hips against his face.
Time seemed to stand still as they took turns riding his face, their bodies moving in perfect sync. The anticipation of the next breath was almost as exhilarating as the pressure of their wetness against his skin. Lady Alice was the first to break the silence, her voice slightly breathless. "Now," she said, "it's time for breath reduction."
Slowly, she sank down onto his chest, her soft lips pressing against his. He could feel her warm breath mingling with his as she began to count. "One," she whispered playfully. "Two," she continued, her tongue dancing along his lips.
BlackDiamoond watched, her body flush with anticipation. She leaned in closer, her chest pressed against him as she felt his every breath. "Three," Lady Alice continued, and then it was over. She pulled away suddenly, leaving him gasping for air.
"How long can you hold your breath, slave?" BlackDiamoond asked, her voice low and husky. She leaned in close once more, her warm breath mingling with his again.
The tension was palpable as they waited for his response. The bindings on his arms were tight, but it was nothing compared to the pressure building inside him. He took a deep breath, feeling the air fill his lungs. Lady Alice smiled. "Let's see how long you can last this time," she whispered before leaning in once more.
