As the devious and sadistic Madame Marissa, I had decided to test the breath-holding capabilities of my new slave. With him secured in a bondage pack, he was completely at my mercy. I stood over him, admiring my own reflection in the mirrored ceiling above - the pulsating veins beneath my smooth, tan skin making it clear that power coursed through my veins.
"Look at you, pathetic worm," I taunted him, leaning in close enough that I could feel his hot breath against my cold leather corset. "You're mine to play with whenever I please."
My sensual, full-bottomed ass felt extremely aroused as it jutted out from the constricting black latex of my maxi skirt. The thick band of black cotton around his chest forced his breasts to burst out of his tight shirt, further emphasizing his feminine humiliation. As he stared up at me with wide, terrified eyes, I slowly lowered myself onto his face.
My ass smothered his mouth, and I could feel him gagging as he tried to inhale. The jeans I wore under my skirt were tight and rough against his skin, feeling like sandpaper as they compressed his nostrils shut. With a cruel smile on my lips, I savored the sound of his desperate gasps for air as my ass continued to press into his face.
"You're so good at taking everything I give you, aren't you?" I purred, tracing his jawline with one hand while I balanced myself on his face with the other. My ass was heavy, and I took great pleasure in grinding myself against his sensitive nose and forcing it further into his mouth.
As I sat back on my heels, one long leg was draped over each side of his body, pinning him down and making it impossible for him to escape. The tip of my high heel dug into the soft flesh of his chest, drawing a small groan of pain from him. He thrashed helplessly beneath me, his muscles straining against the bindings that held him in place.
I relished the sight of his despair and manipulated it to my own liking. Sometimes, I'd lean forward and grind myself into his face, forcing his nose flat against his cheeks. Other times, I'd lock eyes with him, daring him to beg for mercy. But no matter what he did, he couldn't escape my suffocating ass or the thrill of power that coursed through me as I dominated him completely.
Hours passed like this, my ass becoming increasingly numb from the relentless pressure on his face. But still, I stayed seated on him, forcing him to endure my merciless smothering. Finally, with a satisfied smirk, I stood up and released him from his bonds. His face was flushed red in places, and his eyes were brimming with tears, but I knew he would be back for more. After all, the high of his humiliation and submission was surely stronger than the pain he suffered.
