Princess Serena, a stunningly beautiful woman with long blonde hair, wore a delightful smile as she led her slave mutt through the bustling city streets. She walked at a sedate pace, with her slave struggling to keep up, his face flushed with embarrassment at being led around by his leash like a common pet.
As they continued down the sidewalk, Princess Serena suddenly stopped and turned around to face her slave, her arms crossed over her ample chest. "What did I say would happen if you failed me?" she asked snidely, glaring at him with piercing blue eyes.
The slave trembled, knowing full well the answer to her question. "Facesitting punishment," he replied meekly.
Without another word, Princess Serena turned around and sat down hard on a nearby bench, placing her perfect behind directly in front of her slave's face. "Here it is, then," she said coldly, spreading her legs slightly to give him an unobstructed view of her panties-clad crotch.
The slave let out a soft moan of pain as he was forced to take in Princess Serena's intoxicating scent. He tried desperately to resist the urge to inhale deeper, but her intoxicating aroma was too much for him to handle. As he struggled against the sensation, Princess Serena leaned forward slightly, her weight pressed against his chest.
"Breathe," she commanded, her voice cold and emotionless.
The slave let out a shaky breath, his chest heaving under the pressure of her weight. "Please," he whispered pitifully, his eyes welling up with tears.
Princess Serena smiled cruelly, enjoying the power she held over him. She pulled away slightly, enough to allow him to breathe freely once more. "See?" she taunted. "You can survive without the fresh air. Now don't you just feel stupid?"
With that, she sat back down on the bench, burying his face between her large breasts. The slave gasped for air, his lungs screaming for oxygen as he felt his world spinning. He struggled feebly, trying to free himself from his imaginary prison, but it was no use.
Princess Serena leaned back, watching with sadistic glee as her slave's struggle became more desperate. She knew full well that he was at her mercy, and she loved every second of it. As the minutes stretched into hours, the slave began to give up, his struggles growing weaker and weaker.
Finally, satisfied that she had made her point, Princess Serena withdrew her ample bosom from his face and stood up. She reached down and tugged on the leash, pulling her slave to his feet beside her. "You can thank me later," she said as she walked away, leaving the bewildered slave to pick up the pieces of his shattered pride.
