Finding the Longest Air Robber: A Femdom Experience
Princess Serena, clad in her most revealing outfit, stood before her slave, admiring her reflection in his eyes. Today, she had an intriguing question for him - which position could rob him of air the longest? Intrigued by this new challenge, the slave eagerly lowered his head to the floor, preparing for whatever she had in store for him.
The room fell silent as Princess Serena gracefully lowered her perfect round ass onto the slave's face. She placed herself strategically on his shoulders and leaned forward, pinning him down with her weight. The warmth of her skin against his cheeks sent shivers of anticipation through his body. The smell of her perfume mixed with the sweet scent of her skin, filling his nostrils and leaving no room for breath.
Princess Serena began to count silently, timing how long she could maintain this position. One...two...three...ten. The slave struggled to move, his lungs burning for air. He could feel his face turning red as he fought against the pressure. Her thong dug into his forehead, leaving angry red marks.
Determined to push him further, Princess Serena shifted her position, resting her weight on different parts of his body. She sat on his chest, grinding her hips against his face, making it impossible for him to catch his breath. Then, she straddled him, teasingly hovering above his face before finally plunging back down, trapping him beneath her.
Each time she shifted positions, Princess Serena watched closely as the slave's struggles intensified. His eyes were pleading for mercy, but she found no trace of pity in her heart. This was a test of his endurance, and she was determined to push him to his limits.
After what felt like an eternity, Princess Serena finally pulled away, allowing the slave a brief moment of relief. He coughed and gasped for air, his face flushed and damp with sweat. Princess Serena stood up, admiring her work. She had found her answer - the slave could hold his breath under her weight the longest when she sat on his face.
As the slave struggled to catch his breath, Princess Serena walked away, her heels clicking on the floor. She left him there, panting and spent, contemplating their next femdom experiment.
