Madame Marissa, a dominatrix with an intimidating presence, had a session planned for her submissive today. She instructed him to kneel on the floor, positioning his head under her plump derriere. She wore a pair of tight jeans that hugged her curves, accentuating her round ass. As she straddled above him, the scent of her perfume filled the room.
"Today, slave," she purred, "you'll get the full weight facesitting challenge." She pressed her cheeks against his face, grinding against him, savoring the feel of his submission. Lowering herself onto his face slowly, she teased him, making him squirm as she felt his panic rising. Her full weight settled onto his chest, driving the breath out of him.
"It seems that you are no match for my immense girth, slave," she laughed, watching him try to push himself upward against the invisible force that was holding him down. She leaned forward, resting her palms on the ground beside his head, her ample breasts almost touching his chin. "You'll feel every inch of my weight today."
Her large buttocks mashed into his face, each movement causing him to gasp for air. She grinned down at him, watching him futilely attempt to move. It was clear he was struggling but could not break free from her powerful grasp.
Marissa sat up straight, grabbing his hair and pulling his head upwards until he was looking directly into her eyes. "Do you give up, slave?" she questioned. He shook his head, unable to speak, her gaze forcing him to stay obedient.
Without warning, she pushed off from the ground with her legs, stretching them out so that they extended over his body. His face pushed into her jeans, the seam digging into his nostrils and the denim rubbing against his cheeks. His breaths came in sharp gasps as she pressed down harder, feeling the full weight of her body on his face.
"Enjoy the view?" she taunted, knowing he couldn't see anything but the hem of her skirt waving in front of him. Her laughter echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls around them. With a sadistic grin, she reached down and rubbed up and down his chest, her nails scratching lightly with each pass.
Time went by, and the feeling of being pinned down by Madame Marissa was unbearable for the slave. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he tried to endure her harsh treatment. She leaned forward, resting her weight on her elbows, pinning him beneath her even more. His face turned red with exertion as he fought against her heaviness.
She could feel the exhaustion emanating from him; it was time to let up a little. She slid off his body slowly, chuckling as she saw his relief. "Not bad, slave," she said softly, running a hand through his hair. "I wonder if you'll be ready for more when our next session comes around."
As she stood up, she adjusted herself, ensuring every inch of her body was back in place. She turned away from him, not giving him a chance to catch his breath as she walked away, leaving him panting on the floor beneath her.
The session ended, but Madame Marissa didn't release him from his duties there. He remained there, face red and sore from the jeans imprint, thinking about what had just happened. A shiver ran through him as he imagined her returning for another session - this time, maybe with something even more intense planned.
