It was another beautiful day in the city, and I found myself standing in front of Madame Marissa's luxurious townhouse. My heart was racing with anticipation as I nervously rang the doorbell. After a few moments, the door opened to reveal the tall, statuesque figure of Madame Marissa herself. She was dressed impeccably in a black corset and fishnet stockings that hugged her voluptuous curves. "You must be my new ass slave," she purred, smirking. "I've heard so much about you, and I can't wait to put you through your paces."
As I stepped inside, my gaze drifted towards the dungeon door, which was slightly ajar. There was an anxious edge to my breath as I wondered what lay in store for me. Suddenly, Madame Marissa grabbed my arm, her grip firm, and led me down the corridor towards the sound of her voice. "Now," she said, her tone cold and commanding, "are you ready for your breath training, ass slave? Because today it's going to be really intense for you..."
She turned to face me, her eyes darkening with anticipation as she got closer. I could feel her warm breath against my cheek as she leaned down and whispered in my ear, her words sending shivers down my spine. "You see, ass slave," she purred, "this breath training is all about learning to control yourself under pressure. And that pressure will come from me, smothering you under my ass. And before I get up, I'll tell you how many times you'll be allowed to breathe. But be warned, my sweet, I'm going to make sure to bring you to your limits!"
She straightened up and looked down at me with a wicked grin. "Well, start easy, ass slave," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "You'll be allowed to breathe in and out seven times before I sit down on your face again." Her gaze flickered over my body, making me squirm under her scrutiny. "That was very easy, wasn't it?"
I shook my head, unable to find my voice. "No..." I managed to stammer out.
"Then prepare yourself, ass slave," she said, her tone now hard and demanding. "Because next time, you'll only be allowed to breathe five times." She stepped closer, towering over me as she leaned down, her body pressing against mine. "And then maybe only three times?" she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "Then possibly just once? One short breath before my ass slams back down on your face and smothers you mercilessly. How long do you think you can endure this mean breath training?"
As her words hung in the air, I felt myself trembling with excitement and fear. There was no escape from this - I was completely under Madame Marissa's control. And somehow, that realization only made me want her more. "I won't fail you, Madame," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll push myself to the limit for you."
She smiled, a cruel smile that made my stomach clench with anticipation. "Good," she purred. "Because I intend to make you beg for mercy before this day is over." She slowly unbuttoned her skirt, revealing a glimpse of fishnet-clad thighs I longed to feel pressed against my face. "But for now," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "time for breath training."
With that, she lifted up her skirt, revealing her perfect ass. And then she sat down on my face, hard. As her weight pressed down on me, I took a deep breath, counting each one in my head. One, two, three...
