Princess Serena was a woman of power and dominance. She had always enjoyed having complete control over others, especially when it came to her slave. She had captured him months ago and since then, she had been using him for her every whim and desire. Today she found herself in her noisy dungeon with the slave trapped in a smother box. She knew he couldn't get out, and she took pleasure in that fact.
The smother box was a device designed to immobilize anyone inside. It was made of heavy metal, with small air vents on the top that only provided enough oxygen for the individual to survive. The slave was inside, his head sticking out of the only opening on top of the box. His face was fully exposed, inviting her to do as she pleased.
Princess Serena approached the box, her heels clicking against the hard floor. She stood before him, staring down at his exposed face. She licked her lips, anticipating the torment she was about to give him. Slowly, she reached out her hand and grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes to meet hers.
"Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority.
The slave hesitated for a moment, fearing what she might do to him if he refused. But he knew better than to disobey her. Slowly, he opened his mouth, revealing his teeth stained from the whip gums she had been using on him frequently.
Princess Serena smiled maliciously, amused by his fear. She released his chin and swiftly climbed into the box. The slave felt the heat of her body pressing against him as she began to sit over his face. He could feel her thong against his lips, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before she would crush them under her weight.
Suddenly, Princess Serena inserted her ass into his mouth. She sat firmly on his lips, grinding her hips against his face. Her hot breath blew into his nostrils, making it hard for him to breathe. He tried to escape her grasp, but he was trapped by the confines of the box.
As she continued to sit on him, Princess Serena thrust her hips upwards, rubbing her ass cheeks against his nose. She loved the way he struggled beneath her, his body arching in an attempt to break free. She watched as flecks of saliva gathered at the corner of his mouth, daring him to swallow her.
She knew this was just the beginning. She could make him suffer for hours if she wanted to. And she loved every moment of it.
