Mistress Roxana, a powerful and sadistic woman, owned a female slave whom she treated with contempt and cruelty. The slave was terrified of her mistress, knowing that any disobedience or signs of weakness would result in severe punishment. Today, Mistress Roxana had devised a new way to torment her slave.
The mistress ordered the slave to lie face down on the floor, her legs spread apart. She then grabbed one of the slave's arms and forcefully pulled it back until it was almost touching her shoulder. She repeated this with the other arm, leaving the slave helpless and vulnerable.
Mistress Roxana stood over her slave, her ass perfectly framed by her tight, skimpy thong. She could see the fear in the slave's eyes as she lowered herself onto the slave's face. The soft flesh of her ass wrapped around the slave's mouth, effectively gagging her. The mistress leaned forward, pushing her weight against the slave's chest, trapping her breath within the confines of her ass.
"Breathe," Mistress Roxana commanded, her laughter echoing throughout the room. "Breathe in, slave. Take my ass-scent into your lungs." She paused for a moment before adding, "But don't forget, you'll have to breathe out again... eventually."
The cruel mistress sat on her helpless slave's face, squeezing the air out of her. Tears streamed from the slave's eyes as she struggled to take in any air whatsoever. Her heart raced as she felt herself growing dizzy from lack of oxygen.
Mistress Roxana was in heaven. She loved seeing her slave suffer under her ass, knowing that she was powerless to stop it. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth, grinding her hips against the slave's face. Through her tears, the slave felt something else against her lips: her mistress's pussy, soaked with anticipation.
With each passing moment, Mistress Roxana increased the pressure on her slave's chest, squeezing tighter with each downward thrust. As she ground her hips harder against the slave's face, the slave could feel her mistress's climax approaching. She could taste her arousal mixed with her own saliva, creating a bitter brew in her mouth.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Roxana came with a loud moan. She arched her back and released her grip on the slave's chest, allowing her to gasp for air. The relief was short-lived, however, as the mistress climbed off her slave and stood over her once again.
"That," she said, panting heavily, "was incredible. I think I'll have to do you this way every... single... day." She put a hand on her hip, tilting her head to the side. "And maybe next time, I'll have you lick my asshole while you're at it."
The slave could only whimper in response as Mistress Roxana left the room, content in her twisted sense of pleasure and power.
From that day forward, the female slave knew that every time she looked up at her cruel mistress, she would see the face of a woman who derived pleasure from her pain. And no matter how much she suffered beneath Mistress Roxana's ass, she would never be allowed to break free from her chains of servitude.
