Marissa's Upgraded Wheel of Fortune
Madame Marissa couldn't resist the urge to play with her slave's face, especially after a long, exhausting day. She loved smothering him under her perfect ass, feeling his struggles against the tight fabric of her leggings. But it was time for a change; she decided to upgrade her beloved wheel of fortune.
From now on, not only would the spinning wheel determine how long he would endure her weight, but it would also decide the type of humiliation and suffering she'd inflict upon his face. The new options included sitting directly on his face with her full weight, bouncing up and down on his chin, or grinding his face under her butt cheeks.
The slave trembled in anticipation of the upcoming trial. He knew that each option spelled misery for him, but he had no choice but to submit to his mistress's whims. As Marissa spun the wheel, his heart raced faster than ever before.
Finally, the wheel came to a stop. Marissa's cruel smile widened as she revealed the fate of her slave. The seam of her leggings was already pressing into his skin, marking him as hers even without her weight. But this time, it would be different.
She positioned herself above him, her ass hovering just above his face. With a sneer, she stretched her legs out behind her, placing all her weight on his chest. The leather of her corset digged into his skin, and the fabric of her leggings dug into his cheeks. He tried to inhale, but the pressure on his chest made it nearly impossible.
As she began to grind her ass against his face, the slave's world became a blur of pain and humiliation. The hard seams of her leggings left painful marks across his skin, and the scent of her sweat and perfume overwhelmed his senses.
Despite the agony he was enduring, the slave couldn't help but admire Marissa's beauty. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, swaying hypnotically as she moved. He felt like he was drowning in the depths of her cruelty, but at the same time, he couldn't help but crave more.
Time seemed to stand still as Marissa continued to grind her ass into his face. The slave felt like he was being crushed under the weight of her sadism, but he also knew that this was the only time he truly felt alive. As the pain subsided and Marissa finally stood up, the slave couldn't help but wait in anticipation for the next spin of the wheel.
