Lady Alice and I had always been fascinated by the idea of facesitting. The power trip, the intimacy, the taboo—it was all so thrilling. And today, we were finally going to give it a try. Our willing slave was already tied to the bed, his head positioned exactly where we needed it. We could hear him whimpering softly, already anticipating what was to come.
I took a slow step towards him, my heart racing with excitement. My outfit for the occasion was a form-fitting latex catsuit, showing off every curve of my body. It was time to teach this slave what true submission was all about.
"Are you ready for us, slave?" I asked, my voice cold and commanding. He nodded, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation.
Lady Alice walked up behind me, her body brushing against mine ever so slightly. She was equally attired in a sultry latex ensemble, her curves spilling out of the material. We both knew that this was going to be an experience our slave would never forget.
We took our places on either side of him, our firm buttocks positioned directly above his trailing neck. He squirmed underneath us, moaning softly as the weight of our bodies pressed down on him. I leaned forward, my breasts inadvertently brushing against his face. "Worship at our feet, slave," I commanded.
He eagerly obeyed, his hands reaching up to grope at our latex-clad behinds. "Mistress BlackDiamoond... Lady Alice... your beauty overwhelms me," he murmured between short gasps of air.
I smirked, my fingers digging into the flesh of his cheeks. "That's better. Now show us how much you appreciate our sexy latex-clad behinds."
With that, we began our symphony of sensation. Our hips ground against his face, driving him into a state of blissful submission. The sounds of our moans and groans filled the room, a cacophony of pleasure and power. Every so often, one of us would lean back and watch as our slave eagerly took advantage of this rare opportunity to touch our bodies.
Hours passed in a haze of passion and submission. Our slave was a puddle of grateful exhaustion, his cock still hard from the intense sensations we had subjected him to. We finally released him, enjoying one last look at the adoration in his eyes before leaving him to rest.
As we retired to our chambers, we couldn't help but marvel at the incredible experience we had just shared. Our slave would forever be etched into our memories, a testament to the power that we held over him. And with that thought, we collapsed onto our own beds, content in the knowledge that we held the ultimate power over this poor, grateful soul.
