As Madame Marissa, I was feeling particularly dominant today. I had found the perfect tool to make my slave completely submissive - the smotherbox. This box had a hollowed-out space at the top, just big enough for a person's head and neck. The opening was covered by a heavy metal plate that could be locked in place, sealing the unfortunate soul inside.
I called my slave over to me, and before he even knew what was happening, I had him bent over the box. He looked up at me, fear in his eyes, as I slowly lowered his head into the smotherbox. His entire body tensed as he felt the cool metal pressing against his neck, trapping him.
"Make sure he can't get away from my ass," I commanded my slave, who was now helplessly trapped inside the box himself. He was forced to watch as I stood up and turned around, presenting my sexy figure to him. I wore a pair of form-fitting dark jeans that hugged my curves perfectly. My ass was the main attraction though - round and plump, it looked incredibly tempting to my trapped audience.
Without another word, I lowered myself onto the slave's face, feeling his struggling beneath me. His body squirmed as he tried desperately to get away from my ass, but there was nowhere for him to go. As I sat on his face with my full weight, I felt his breath hitching in his throat. He was trapped, helpless, and completely at my mercy.
I reveled in the power I held over him. Watching the terror in his eyes as he slowly started to run out of air was intoxicating. His weak moans of protest only fueled my desire to keep him there. As I sat on his face, I couldn't help but make fun of him, teasing him about how pathetic he was, how eager he was to please me.
But I wasn't going to let him suffer for too long. Eventually, I would get up, unlock the plate, and let him breathe again. For now though, I wanted to savor the look of desperation on his face, the way his body jerked and twitched beneath me.
I sat there, basking in the submissive view of my ass, feeling the weight of my slave's body pressed against my leg. It was a strange mix of power and vulnerability that I couldn't quite place. But I knew one thing for sure - I was in control, and my slave was mine to do with as I pleased.
